Ninth-level fairy

Xuan Ji suddenly grabbed Du Fang and whispered in his ear:

"Do you like your senior sister?"

Du Fang looked at the headmaster in surprise. He had never thought that he was so kind and amiable.

"If you don't like it, just shake your head!"

Xuan Ji thought that young people were too shy to speak.

Du Fang's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment. This kind of thing was like stealing someone else's daughter, being discovered by the family, and being dragged out in public for questioning. It was both embarrassing and uncomfortable.

Xuan Ji looked at his expression and said "OK".

He pulled Li Qingshuang over again and said solemnly:

"Your master Xuanzhen is dead. As your uncle and the head of Lingxiao, I am in charge of your marriage. You should have no objection, right?"

When Li Qingshuang heard these words suddenly, her heart started pounding. She didn't know why her uncle suddenly asked about her lifelong affairs.

She wasn't too sure, nor did she dare to say, "Let the Master decide!"

What if it was wrong? The headmaster wanted her to marry Fang Cheng, which would mean her heart was completely in vain. Li Qingshuang was alert and looked at Du Fang, then frowned and lowered her head.

Xuan Ji was very smart and knew what she meant by that look.

Suddenly, he said loudly, "Okay, today, I will make the decision for you and Du Fang. When my immortal body is fully developed and I return to Lingxiao, I will personally preside over your marriage!"

Li Qingshuang covered her face and suddenly ran into the bushes.

Du Fang's face also turned red, and he didn't dare to look at the eyes of those disciples.

Many pairs of eyes looked over at once. If before March, everyone was still obsessed with Li Qingshuang's beauty, now, most of them have become disabled people, and are looking at Junior Brother Du Fang, who is extremely talented and holds a magic sword.

No one has any hope anymore.

Suddenly, someone among the white-robed disciples cheered, "Congratulations to Senior Sister Li, congratulations to Junior Brother Du Fang!"

Then many people began to congratulate.

Du Fang turned around and looked at the disciples with emotion. Among them were outer disciples who had come down the mountain with him, as well as inner sect elites who were once out of his reach.

But now, no one had any resentment on their face.

When it comes to their own happy events, they all look frank and express their sincere blessings.

Du Fang suddenly felt his throat a little choked. He wanted to say a few words of thanks, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't say anything.

"Alright, everyone, rest here and get ready. Once it gets dark, we, Lingxiao, will fly to Jinghai on our swords. The journey is long, so everyone should rest well!"

After saying this, he found a quiet place and went to meditate.

Many people gathered around, patted Du Fang on the shoulder, and said jokingly:

"You have survived a great disaster, so you will surely have good fortune in the future!"

"Junior Brother Du Fang is incredibly lucky!"

"Some people have been staring at swans for more than ten years, but they were bitten by a toad like you!"

The crowd laughed and said, "If we ever find out that you bullied Senior Sister Li, all of us Lingxiao disciples will refuse to tolerate it!"

"When you get married, I'm going to hide under the bed and listen to your sex scenes..."

"Hahaha……"

All the haze was swept away, and the bloody battles of the past few days were diluted a lot by the sudden announcement of happy event.

Everyone's heart is full of hope.

Du Fang looked at the lovely faces of these disciples and senior brothers with emotion.

He is one of them, and everyone is devoting himself to the survival of Lingxiao until his death.

This trip to Jinghai is thousands of miles long, and there is no telling how many dangers there will be along the way.

But at this time Du Fang was very confident. He had absolute confidence that he could safely send these disciples to Jinghai and then bring them back to Lingxiao.

Suddenly, a pleasant voice came from behind:

"What are you thinking?"

Li Qingshuang came over and sat beside him on the stone by the stream.

"I didn't think anything, I just felt..."

"What's there to be sentimental about..."

Du Fang sighed and said, "I have always regarded Lingxiao as a school. This is a place to learn swordsmanship. I entered the inner sect, learned the way of the sword, helped my father to avenge his father, and led my family to a good life..."

"I originally thought that after my eldest brother and his family died tragically, I would no longer have a home... But now it's different. Uncle Xuanzhen and the Great Elder both died for Lingxiao's honor. Those white-robed disciples who sacrificed their lives even more so, defending Lingxiao's dignity with their own lives..."

Du Fang pointed to the disciples in the distance and said:

"Even though these people were broken and disabled, they never thought of giving up. Lingxiao made me feel a sense of belonging for the first time. For the rest of my life, I will carry on their legacy, for Lingxiao, for these lovely brothers and sisters..."

"Dedicate your life? Work hard?"

Li Qingshuang suddenly teased.

Du Fang sighed, "Indeed, I am the eldest senior brother. I should shoulder this responsibility and help them improve their sword cultivation realm and become the pillar of the Lingxiao Sword Sect!"

Li Qingshuang sighed softly, "What about us? Are we part of your plan?"

"Here!" Du Fang took her hand.

"Have you ever mentioned our matter to the headmaster before?"

"No... Before today, if I had never slept with you, I wouldn't have dared to be so presumptuous. I didn't expect the Master to have such sharp eyes that he could see through it right away!"

"You are wrong..." Li Qingshuang said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Du Fang was a little surprised.

"Master Xuanji brought us together at this time and announced the good news. Firstly, it was to boost everyone's morale. Now that we are about to embark on a long journey, Jinghai is thousands of miles away from here, and we need an inspiring event. For the past three months, we have been fighting bloody battles day and night, and the only remaining brothers and sisters are on the verge of collapse. After this departure, no one knows whether they will be able to return..."

"And the second one..."

"The second is..." Li Qingshuang thought for a moment and finally said it out:

"You are a spirit being. In the future, you will be a mighty being on par with the Ninth Realm Sword Cultivators. Your future is bright. Uncle Master is afraid that after you have mastered the power of your spirit, you will abandon the Lingxiao Sword Sect. Therefore, he has tied you and me together..."

Du Fang was a little displeased, flicked her face and said:

"Why are you thinking so darkly? Can't you look at the bright side? The head teacher had good intentions when he betrothed you to me, yet you only have evil thoughts about him."

Li Qingshuang smiled faintly:

"Master placed this beautiful swan of mine in your mouth, so you are naturally grateful to him..."

Du Fang's face showed a longing look. He looked at the path in the distance where he had come down the mountain and sighed:

"Senior Sister, do you know that I've been dreaming about you, this swan, for seven years? Back then, you were a child of destiny, your talent surpassing all the other disciples. For the outer disciples, looking at you was like looking at a fairy in the distance, so out of reach..."

"Who knew that the world would change so quickly? Many years later, my dream would come true and I would pull you, the fairy, down from the clouds..." As he spoke, Du Fang held her in his arms.

Li Qingshuang struggled hard and said shyly, "There are people watching over there..."

"I can't hug you if someone's watching?"