The villain is always flirting with me

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This chapter has also been completely rewritten~ Fang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that it was the Long Love Sword and another unknown magic weapon.

"Go, this gift you gave, Qingyu will be very pleasantly surprised when he wakes up tomorrow." Changqingjian said in a low voice.

Fang Qingyu shook his head and laughed, the bunch of candied haws in the morning suddenly flashed through his mind, and he didn't know what this magic weapon was going to give him today.After thinking about it, he pinched Shen Baixiao with one hand, signaling him to slow down his breath, and pretended to be a mature sleeper.

Changqing and Maobi stood quietly for a long while, only to feel relieved when they saw that Fang Qingyu and Fang Qingyu were still sleeping soundly and hadn't been disturbed.Changqing pushed the brush, and pointed at the stack of snow tissue paper on the table with the blade of the sword.

Brush nodded, and moved his body carefully to the stack of snow tissue paper.First, he carefully looked at the character "mountain" written by Qingyu, then flicked the tip of the pen, and sketched it in the air.

Fang Qingyu's eyes widened suddenly, and then he realized... This brush was actually trying to write the homework assigned by Lu Yunhua for him.

He stood up abruptly and said, "No!"

However, it was too late, a faint fragrance of ink suddenly bloomed in the air, countless "mountain" characters flashed in brilliance, slowly fell onto the paper, and finally merged with the paper.

Just between exhaling and inhaling, all the snow silk papers were filled with the word "mountain".

Fang Qingyu's outstretched hand froze in the air, with worry in his eyes.That Lu Yunhua's cultivation is unfathomable, I'm afraid it only takes a few glances to tell that the word was not written by him, and it would be bad if it reveals that the magic weapon left the formation.

Seeing Fang Qingyu froze in place, Changqingjian asked doubtfully, "Qingyu...couldn't he be speechless in surprise, right?"

Fang Qingyu sighed slightly, looked at the brush and said in a low voice, "Thank you. But can these words still be erased? I'm worried that Lu Yunhua will notice."

Changqingjian shook his head angrily and said: "Fang Qingyu, you are too timid. I think Lu Yunhua is trying to make things difficult for you. You don't have to be afraid of him when we are here."

Shen Baixiao looked down at the snow tissue paper, his eyes gradually showing surprise.The imitation ability of this brush is really amazing.

Not only does it imitate Qingyu's brushwork, strength, and aura blended into the strokes exactly the same, what's more frightening is that every word it writes is not exactly the same.

Ordinary people always have exhaustion when writing, and each time their perception is different, so the written words will not be exactly the same.

This writing brush grasps this point precisely, the characters it writes can be seen to be written by Qingyu, but the strength gets weaker as it goes to the back, and the "momentum" contained in each character is not exactly the same.

Shen Baixiao took a breath, secretly thinking that the background of the Tianmu sect was really extraordinary, he raised his head, pointed to the words on the paper and analyzed them one by one for Qing Yu, so that he would not be too worried.

Fang Qingyu took a cursory look, only to feel that the word was very similar to his own writing.At this moment, after hearing Shen Baixiao's words, the worried look on his brows gradually faded away.

Fang Qingyu straightened up, and carefully looked at the brush.Fang Qingyu originally thought that most of the magical weapons were in the shape of swords and shields, but when he went to the Shenbing Tomb, he found that this was not the case.The magical artifacts in this world are very special, there are lamps, umbrellas, and even magical artifacts such as bowls and chopsticks. I don't know how the owners of these magical artifacts came up with.

On a whim, Fang Qingyu looked at the brush and asked, "Since you can write, can we have a conversation with words?"

The brush was taken aback for a moment, and soon understood what Qingyu meant, it shook its body slightly, and nodded.

On the other side, Changqingjian suddenly jumped up in surprise.He originally thought that because he had not formally recognized the Lord, he could not have a psychic conversation with Fang Qingyu, but he forgot that he could not speak but also write.

As soon as he moved, he drew a crooked word on the ground: "Stupid."

But he is a sword after all, and this word is too complicated, so that the strokes of the word "stupid" written in the end are mixed together, and it is impossible to tell what the word is.

Changqing pushed the brush with the blade of the sword, and said lightly: "You write it, it's a stupid word."

The brush raised his head to look at Fang Qingyu and Shen Baixiao, then turned his head to look at Changqing, and finally moved his body and wrote the word "Hui" on the ground.

Fang Qingyu, who heard the conversation between the two instruments clearly: "..."

Changqingjian glanced casually, nodded in satisfaction, tapped Fang Qingyu's knee with the blade of the sword, and pointed to the writing on the ground.

Fang Qingyu coughed lightly, turned to look at the brush and asked: "I just remembered today that I can enter the library in the sect at will. You tell me everything you remember, maybe I can find out your life experience for you. "

Hearing this, the body of the brush trembled excitedly.

After thinking for a while, he quickly wrote on the paper.

Mingxue, Qingzhu, Linglang... After the names of each magic weapon, their appearance and some special memories are also noted.Fang Qingyu looked carefully. He had long thought of using the library to help these magical artifacts retrieve their memories, but because he couldn't tell Shen Baixiao about hearing the sound of the magical artifacts, he didn't take any action.

Changqing stared at the words written by the brush, and exclaimed: "Do you remember all these? You even know that there is a five-inch long crack at the bottom of Mingxue?"

Maobi said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I secretly observe everyone every day. Once I peeked at Mingxue's body and was beaten by her... Actually, I just want to write down everything I can... I Think, if one day you forget these things, I can still remember them for you.”

Fang Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, his gaze fell on the paper.

It's been so long, and I don't know if the sect still has records about these magic tools, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will try.

Gradually, the writing speed of the brush slowed down, and then stopped, as if lost in thought.Fang Qingyu took a closer look and suddenly noticed something was wrong.In this long list, there is no mention of the magic weapon in the shape of a brush.He asked suspiciously, "Why aren't you here?"

Changqingjian was still concentrating on his own description, when he saw that "when you are sad, you will dance your sword wildly, and finally smash a long crack in the ground, and then hide your whole body in the crack, silent..." , Hearing Fang Qingyu's words at this moment, he quickly scanned the words on the paper.

After looking at it this way, he discovered that there was no record about the brush.

Changqing asked in a low voice, "Why don't you write about yourself?"

Brush said softly: "I...don't remember anything."

Fang Qingyu's eyes froze, and he finally remembered who the writing brush was. It was the magic weapon that he said he couldn't remember where he wanted to go that day.

Changqing didn't know how to comfort him, and tried to search for the memory of this brush in his mind, but found nothing.This writing brush is too ordinary, it doesn't have any decorations on its body, and it can't find a precious treasure.He didn't have any scars on his body, and he knew that he was well protected by others.

Changqing suddenly remembered something, and said in shock: "No, the magic weapon and the master's aura are connected. If the master is injured, the magic weapon will also bear it. If you don't have any scars on your body, then your master will not be injured. Maybe he is still alive... ..."

As soon as these words came out, Changqing's figure suddenly withered.He didn't think about it all the time, but he already knew in his heart that their master is definitely not alive, and what they are looking for now is just some vague memories.

But the brush trembled all over, and his heart was in turmoil.

There was no running water in the Shenbing Tomb, so he couldn't see his appearance, so he never knew that he didn't have any scars on his body.Now that he heard Changqing's words, the joy in his heart almost broke his body.

But...if the master is still there, why not him?

Suddenly, the brush leaned over and knelt on the paper.He buried his head deeply in the pile of papers, trembling slightly.

"You..." Changqing was about to speak, but the words he wanted to say were choked in his mouth.

He vaguely guessed something, but he didn't dare to say those words.Perhaps, the owner of the writing brush took the initiative to abolish the magical artifact, and because the magical artifact refused to leave, he was thrown into the Shenbing Tomb to erase his memory.

After all, this brush is too weak as a magic weapon.Who would have imagined that the body of this brush is actually made of ordinary green bamboo, not to mention being attacked by spiritual energy, it can be easily broken by ordinary chopping.

Fang Qingyu stared at the brush for a long time, when his heart skipped a beat.

He finally knew why this brush always gave him a sense of familiarity.Yesterday when he was in the Yunhua Hall, the brushes used by every disciple were exactly the same as this one.

This writing brush is not a magic weapon refined by anyone at all, it was just an ordinary writing brush distributed to disciples in the sect.

After a long time, the brush wrote the word "forget" on the paper.

Changqing pushed him, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, think hard these few days, and when you think of it, I will write it for you."

Seeing that the brush hadn't moved for a long time, without even noticing the smearing of the ink on the paper, Fang Qingyu suddenly pushed Shen Baixiao, and asked, "Say, if you come to write, can you write this 'mountain' exactly like me? "

Shen Baixiao didn't know why Qingyu asked this, thought for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I can imitate what you wrote, but I can only do it exactly. You wrote it."

Fang Qingyu nodded, admiration flashed in his eyes, he looked down at the brush and said, "In my opinion, you are the most powerful magic weapon in this Shenbing Tomb."

Changqing raised her body abruptly, turned her eyes, but nodded to the brush.

Brush raised his head slightly, looked at Qingyu, showing a puzzled expression.

Fang Qingyu originally just wanted to comfort Maobi and let him understand that he is not weak, and he was not abandoned because of weakness.At this moment, seeing Maobi looking at him with burning eyes, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and boast: "I think so, the ability of imitation, seemingly inconspicuous, can injure the enemy invisible..."

As soon as he said this, Shen Baixiao also looked at him curiously.

Fang Qingyu held back for a while, then continued: "This is what I think. If I have an enemy, although I can kill him, but if I cut the grass and don't get rid of the roots, there will always be disasters. But getting rid of the roots is not easy? Living alone in the world , is inextricably linked with countless people, it can be said that killing one person will make a hundred enemies..."

After a pause, Fang Qingyu said again: "But if I have the ability to imitate like you, maybe I don't have to kill him, I can secretly modify some of the exercises he practiced, replace them without anyone noticing, and let him go off on his own And his children, grandchildren, and even apprentices and friends will go astray because of this wrong practice, and they will no longer have the ability to compete with me. To do this, you need not only to imitate, but also to grasp Live in the essence of the fundamental, so that the shape is not similar, but the spirit is similar..."

A smile flashed in Shen Baixiao's eyes, and he really couldn't bear to puncture Fang Qingyu's words. In his opinion, it was not easy to do this. After all, cultivators valued their own skills the most, and it would be foolish to try to change them secretly.

Maobi bowed his head in thought, and he was [-]% sure that Fang Qingyu could do what Fang Qingyu said.He whispered to himself: "But... Even if you can imitate it, how easy is it to steal other people's exercises?"

Fang Qingyu also thought of this, but felt that this idea was too whimsical, and everything seemed to be in a dead end.But soon, Fang Qingyu's eyes lit up again, only to feel that he had reached a dead end, and suddenly turned around and turned bright again.

He opened the mouth and said: "No...it doesn't have to be a secret exchange. In fact, people are suspicious. If you haven't changed it, but say you changed it, it is really in your hands. After a long time, that person will also doubt it. , maybe you will take painstaking efforts to snatch the fake copy from your hand as a comparison. In this way, the fake is true... the true is true, and the false is often deviated from the truth in suspicion. What's more , The practice of kung fu is inherently understood by thousands of people, and no one's comprehension will be exactly the same."

Shen Baixiao raised his head abruptly, until then he began to face up to what Fang Qingyu said.

true true false false... false false true true...

Shen Baixiao's eyes flickered, but the past of the Bleeding Demon Sect appeared in his mind.After the battle of exterminating demons that year, the demonic way was almost completely wiped out by the Tianmu sect, and the road leading to the holy land of the demonic way, "Dayless Sea", was also blocked.

But only almost.

The devil who was ordered to protect the "Blood Demon Art" back then endured for thousands of years before reappearing, and finally revived the devil way.

The comeback of the demon way is as powerful as a bamboo, but it will not become a general trend after all. It is all because of the curse of "solitary evil spirit" contained in the "blood demon art".

At this moment, every word of Qingyu's words echoed in Shen Baixiao's heart.

Perhaps, the original Righteous Path allowed the remaining demon monks to go away in order to let them find all the remnants of evil, and finally pass on the tampered exercises from generation to generation.

Shen Baixiao's pupils shrank, and the image of "Blood Demon Art" flashed through his mind.In order to escape the fate of being sacrificed, he forcibly destroyed the "Blood Demon Art" that recorded the "Blood Demon Art" completely. As a result, he became the only person who remembered the entire "Blood Demon Art".Using this as a threat, he took away the streamer mirror that the Blood Demon Sect had sealed away for many years, and then escaped by feigning death on Tianmu Mountain. Only then did he finally gain a glimmer of life from the Blood Demon Sect's pursuit.

A look of hesitation flashed in Shen Baixiao's eyes. Could it be that the key to breaking the curse lies in the "Blood Demon Art" itself?

Just as Shen Baixiao was meditating, a beam of skylight poured into the room through the window lattice.Changqing pushed the brush and said in a low voice, "It's time to go."

Fang Qingyu stared at each sword stroke, his figure dissipated in the twilight morning light, and raised his hand to cover Shen Baixiao's.

"You've been in a trance just now, but you were thinking about exercises?"

Shen Baixiao's body froze, but thinking that Fang Qingyu already knew his identity, his heart sank heavily.

He raised his head, stared at Fang Qingyu and said slowly: "There is one thing I kept from you."

Fang Qingyu raised his head with doubts in his eyes.

Shen Baixiao tilted his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "The technique I practice is called Blood Demon Kungfu. As long as I practice it, I will be cursed by 'Gusha' for the rest of my life, and will be alone forever, facing endless killings. Do you still remember , Since you and I met, have you faced life and death many times?"

Fang Qingyu smiled: "Actually, I also lied to you about one thing. I also have a curse on me called 'I can't die anyway'. Do you still remember that since I came to you, we can always escape at the last moment?"

Shen Baixiao raised his head in a daze.

The morning light fell on Fang Qingyu's body, and was mostly covered by his back, only sporadic halos came over.At this moment, in the dark world, he is like the only light.

Shen Baixiao seemed to be bewitched, and said to himself: "Then you...can you always..."

He wanted to ask Qingyu if he could stay by his side all the time, but when the words came to his lips, he abruptly turned around: "Be safe all the time."

Shen Baixiao looked up at Fang Qingyu, held his hand tightly, and repeated: "Peace and peace."

Fang Qingyu put the other hand on Shen Baixiao's, nodded and said, "Well, it's safe and sound, and it will last forever."

The two looked at each other silently, and the time passed slowly.

Suddenly a sword howl pierced the sky.The long love sword flew to the front of the house, threw the two people who were staring at each other silently on the sword, and flew towards Yunhua Palace.

"I...I have been waiting outside the house for an hour and you haven't finished holding it? Fortunately, I fly fast, otherwise you will not be able to catch up with today's class."

"Wait...my homework..." Fang Qingyu didn't have time to stop her, and her voice disappeared into the whistling wind.

This time, the Long Love Sword flew extremely fast, and landed in front of Yunhua Palace before the last bell rang.

Fang Qingyu rubbed his dizzy head, just as he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Yunhua standing in front of him.

Lu Yunhua looked calm, bent over and picked up the snow tissue paper scattered on the sword.

Fang Qingyu was about to speak, but his body was blocked by the long love sword: "What are you afraid of, although he is a master uncle, his cultivation level is only so. With me here to deter him, even if it is fake, he will obediently say it is true. "

Fang Qingyu only felt a headache.He raised his head, his gaze was facing Lu Yunhua's sharp gaze.