Ninth-level fairy

Du Fang snorted coldly. Sword cultivators in the fourth realm were unable to cultivate sword intent, so this kind of technique was the most practical way to deal with them.

Fang Cheng's expression became solemn. He held his sword and concentrated, holding the Yuan Shouyi, and did not dare to advance rashly.

Du Fang was about to draw his sword when suddenly a purple figure fell from the sword-fighting stage.

"Junior sister?"

"Sister?"

They both spoke at the same time.

Li Qingshuang stood far away on the sword platform, his face furious. He cursed, "Lingxiao will soon be in great trouble, and you two are still fighting here. What grudges do you have? Can't you postpone it until the sword competition?"

Fang Cheng smiled apologetically: "Junior sister, this kid is too ungrateful... I'm going to cut him..."

"Stop talking!" Li Qingshuang interrupted him, her face as cold as frost, and she scolded him coldly. Fang Cheng was humiliated in front of everyone, and he bit his lips tightly and clenched his fists.

Li Qingshuang's tone was much gentler towards Du Fang:

"Junior brother, Master wants you to come over. He has something important to tell you!"

As this conversation went on, everyone felt Sister Li's coldness towards Brother Fang. Everyone in the crowd said "oh" at the same time, and then let out a soft hiss.

Fang Cheng's face flushed with embarrassment, and he suddenly thrust his sword towards Du Fang: "Boy, don't leave so quickly!"

Du Fang did not take any action. He looked calm and leisurely at Li Qingshuang.

Li Qingshuang swung his sword and stabbed Fang Cheng back: "Brother Fang, you are so old, are you living like a dog?"

"Junior Sister Li, why are you..."

Fang Cheng gritted his teeth in hatred, but couldn't lash out. He and Li Qingshuang were only about the same level of cultivation. Suddenly, someone in the audience shouted in surprise, "Brother Fang, the beauties in Lingxiao Mountain have pretty boys. They're ignoring you!"

Li Qingshuang suddenly turned around, and a purple fairy light flashed over the crowd, and said in a cold voice:

"Who is gossiping? Get out!"

The hundreds of disciples watching fell silent and immediately lowered their heads.

Du Fang pretended to be dissatisfied, put away the sword, and put the human skin away again.

Li Qingshuang seemed to be trying to anger Fang Cheng, and also seemed to want to make their relationship clear in front of everyone.

When he was stepping down from the stage, he deliberately took Du Fang's arm and flew down from the sword platform.

When walking out of the square, Du Fang immediately felt a chill on his neck, and countless sharp gazes came from behind, like thorns in his back.

He immediately lowered his head. This woman, with this one action, pushed herself into the fire pit. Put her on the rack and roast her.

Among Lingxiao's young disciples, many admired Li Qingshuang's beauty, and at this moment they stared at Du Fang with murderous eyes.

Du Fang felt like a rat crossing the street, with everyone wanting to step on him. He sighed, "This is going to be a big problem. I probably won't be able to sit on this position for more than three days before I'm kicked out."

He sighed and looked at Li Qingshuang.

This beautiful disaster, this move is so hateful.

However, there was still a hint of joy and sweetness in his heart.

The beauty beside him was the goddess that many people dreamed of. In public, she was holding his arm. A few days ago, she was still holding the hand of an outer disciple.

The two of them were not heading in the direction of the back mountain. Du Fang was surprised and asked, "Senior Sister, didn't Senior Uncle Xuanzhen ask me to go there?"

"No, I lied to you!"

Li Qingshuang relaxed her tense face and smiled sweetly. Now that no one was watching her, she put away the cold and frosty look on her face.

"That……"

"Idiot, why are you competing with him in a sword duel? There's a gap of two realms between you. If you fail, you'll be crippled..."

"So what?"

"If you become disabled, not only will Master Xuanzhen be sad, but I..."

"You can do it too?" Du Fang teased.

"I won't. It's best if you die! So that no one will worry!"

Li Qingshuang suddenly cursed and asked him, "Time is running out for these three days. Uncle Xuanzhen asked me to remind you to intensify your cultivation and not embarrass him at the sword competition in three days!"

Du Fang smiled bitterly: "There are so many outstanding disciples in the inner sect, how can I possibly finish them in just three days?"

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I want to go down the mountain and see my elder brother and sister-in-law! I have nothing to do anyway!"

"You just don't make progress!" Li Qingshuang said angrily.

Du Fang looked at the white clouds in the distance, and suddenly felt emotional. He sighed:

"What's the point of striving for progress? I've been striving for seven years, entering the second level of sword cultivation in my first year. Seven years later, I'm still stuck in the second level. There are so many ambitious geniuses in the outer sect, but they still go back home to farm..."

"You..." Li Qingshuang couldn't argue with him and turned to leave.

"Senior Sister, see you in three days!"

Du Fang raised his demon-slaying sword.

"Where are you going?" Li Qingshuang suddenly turned around.

"Didn't I just say that?"

"I'm going down the mountain to visit my relatives. As the leader of three thousand disciples, I don't think I don't have the right to do this!"

Li Qingshuang suddenly shouted, "Wait, I'll go with you!"

"What are you going to do?"

"The situation down there is not peaceful right now. You are at a low level, and I'm afraid something might happen to you!"

Du Fang laughed casually, "What a joke! I've been away from home for six or seven years, and nothing has happened. But now something's happened when I visit my relatives. Besides, what am I going to say if my eldest brother and his wife see you?"

"You said you were my daughter-in-law-to-be?"

Li Qingshuang's face flushed, "You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth!"

"Go ahead if you want to go. Anyway, you should pretend to be dumb when you get to me. Otherwise, my sister-in-law will be a bit of a nagging person and offend you with just a few words!"

Du Fang flew out on his sword and looked at Li Qingshuang who was following behind him. There was a hint of sweetness and sadness in his heart.

Is this considered a glorious return home? He finally realized his lifelong wish, entered the inner gate, and became the leader.

Back then, his father was refined into a vase monster. For revenge, he and his elder brother joined the sect together, but his elder brother Du Chuan was rejected. He had worked hard for seven years, and his wish of entering the inner sect to practice swordsmanship finally came true today.

I think of the happy smiles of my elder brother and sister-in-law, and the cute faces of my nephews and nieces.

Du Fang's heart couldn't help but warm up.

He kept a smile on his face as he bought coarse cloth, white gauze, tobacco for his eldest brother, and candies for his nephews and nieces in the town at the foot of the mountain.

They hired a horse, pulled the goods, and stuffed Li Qingshuang in.

He didn't want the villagers to see him flying in on his sword, looking so majestic.

There were also friends of the same age in the village who had failed to cultivate sword skills in Lingxiao Mountain and had their sword energy destroyed. They were all playmates who grew up with him. Du Fang was kind-hearted and could not bear to hurt their hearts.

After turning a few hills, Dujiakanzi is already in sight. Looking at the familiar outline of the village, the blue bricks and white tiles, and smelling the fragrance of cow dung and grass in the wind.

It was all so familiar and intoxicating; he had spent his childhood in places like this.

Walking up the road paved with large bluestones and looking at the village archway, Du Fang suddenly felt a little afraid to enter the village. A feeling of being timid about returning to his hometown arose. Du Fang was afraid of the newborn children in the village and asked the guest where he came from.

He has been away from home for three or four years and has not returned for a long time. The children probably don't recognize him.

Suddenly Li Qingshuang stuck her head out and asked:

"Are we there yet?"

"arrive!"

"Is this the place where you were born and raised?" Li Qingshuang was very curious and directly lifted the curtain.

"Yes, Dujiakanzi. I haven't been back for three or four years. I don't know if my eldest brother and sister-in-law still recognize me!"

Li Qingshuang frowned and sniffed: "But why do I feel like something is wrong?"

"Something's wrong!" As soon as Du Fang asked this question, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Yes, normally there should be the sounds of cows and sheep, and the smoke from cooking in the village, but at this moment the village is too quiet, so quiet that there is not a trace of human life.

Even the head of the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village was not there.

Du Fang was so excited that he didn't even notice these strange things.

Li Qingshuang sniffed the wind hard, and suddenly, with a serious expression, he drew out the Yuheng Sword.

She stood on the carriage and looked around.

——It smells of blood.

The air in the village smelled not only of cow dung and firewood, but also of a faint smell of blood.

When Du Fang walked to the door, he was suddenly poured with icy water, and his body felt like it was falling into an ice cave.

The house he was familiar with was still there, and the wooden door was still there, but in front of the door, there was a pool of ashes.

The ashes were traces of fire, and around the traces were the corners of children's clothes that were not completely burned.

Du Fang immediately roared:

"Brother, are you there?"

No one answered.

Du Fang rushed in excitedly. Then he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life:

In the familiar big room, his elder brother Du Chuan sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes empty, his hair in disarray.

He was stabbed to death on the bluestone floor by a sword piercing his head. His sister-in-law beside him was in the same tragic state, with a sword piercing her bottom, just like him.

Du Fang's legs and feet suddenly went limp and he collapsed to the ground. He saw the faces of his elder brother and sister-in-law, who would never close their eyes in closure.

His eyes were gouged out and his nose was cut off.

Their arms and legs were cut off, leaving only half of their upper bodies. The murderer was still unwilling to let go and stabbed their bodies with a red bronze sword from the top of their heads, nailing their entire bodies to the ground.

On the red hilt that appeared above his head—

The two words "Longyuan" were clearly reflected.