Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Sheathing the sword, Song Qiao put his fingers together and clamped the tip of Pei Wu's sword, then gently pushed it away, sliding his fingertips along the sword body and holding Pei Wu's right hand.

The two of them leaned together, she took a deep breath and pushed Pei Wu away.

He threw the Star-Chasing Sword towards Jinglan, turned around, and left neatly without looking back.

Jinglan's eyes deepened slightly, staring at Song Qiao's back.

Pei Wu looked at it blankly, a little annoyed. She could feel that Song Qiao was very unhappy now. It would have been nice if she hadn't asked the other party to practice sword practice with her, so that she wouldn't think about the past.

Song Qiao had a dream.

She hasn't had a dream since she had sex.

In her dream, she was on a cliff, a very steep terrain, and she saw Ye Ziqing standing on the edge of the cliff, wearing white clothes that beat the snow.

She approached slowly and finally stood face to face.

That familiar, haunting face was right in front of him. Song Qiao wanted to reach out and touch it, but he couldn't raise his hand.

"Ziqing..."

"Ziqing..."

She could only whisper one after another, her voice hoarse.

Ye Ziqing smiled gently at her, tenderly and affectionately.

She took the initiative to reach out and hug Song Qiao. "I'm here, Ziyu."

Song Qiao finally had the strength to raise her hands, and she hugged Ye Ziqing back with all her strength.

"I miss you so much... I miss you so much..." Her voice was choked with grievance.

"I know... I know... I'm not with you, you haven't taken care of yourself... why would you hurt yourself." Ye Ziqing's voice was full of care as always, and she gently brushed Song Qiao's hair with her palms.

"I didn't mean it... I'm sorry... I'm in too much pain... Only by doing that can I hold on... I'm sorry..." Song Qiao choked, suddenly raised her head, held Ye Ziqing's face with both hands, and looked at it carefully. Afraid that I missed something.

Ye Ziqing stopped smiling, with a trace of sadness on her face. She moved her fingers to the side of Song Qiao's face, and gently rubbed Song Qiao's cheek with her thumb. "Promise me you won't do that again. Believe that I've been waiting for you."

"Can I really do it? Can I persist until the end and save you? Ziqing... I'm so tired... I'm so tired..." Song Qiao finally shed tears and finally admitted his weakness.

Ye Ziqing didn't speak any more. She restrained herself and placed a kiss on Song Qiao's forehead.

"You can do it, Ziyu, don't give up on me, and don't give up on yourself. I'm waiting for you, and Qiao Yan is waiting for you... We... will meet each other eventually..."

Ye Ziqing's figure gradually disappeared like smoke. Song Qiao took a step forward and tried to catch her, but only caught the air.

"Ziqing!" She woke up from her dream.

Cheeks are cold.

Song Qiao slowly sat up. She wiped the tears from her face, and the intense emotions in her dream gradually dissipated. Soon, there was no trace of pain or sadness in her eyes.

She twitched her lips and revealed a sneer.

"It's such a failure to have such a weak mood." She mocked herself, but there was a hint of fatigue in her eyes.

The day for the inner sect competition soon came, and Song Qiao and other direct disciples were all going to be present.

Inner sect competitions are not limited to disciple status. If someone wants to compete with a direct disciple, that is allowed. However, his direct disciples are all very strong. Over the years, his authority has grown stronger, and no one dares to challenge him.

There is only one Song Qiao. Due to her strength, many inner disciples who are stronger than her are unwilling to bully her and cannot win with force.

What people didn't expect was that Pei Wu came on stage.

Chu Yi's expression changed, and he was about to send a message to ask her to come down, but was stopped by Song Qiao.

"Let her go, jade cannot be made into a useful tool if it is not polished." Song Qiao said softly.

Pei Wu took out a spiritual weapon-level defensive magic weapon and threatened that if anyone below the level of an immortal could defeat her, this treasure would belong to the winner. She came to the stage just to learn from each other and hone herself, and she hopes that her fellow students will not hesitate to teach her.

Although everyone was still hesitant about the identity of the young sect master, the temptation of the spiritual weapon was really great. Seeing that neither the eldest sister nor the eldest brother made a sound, some people soon couldn't resist the temptation and came to the stage.

The competition quickly started on the stage. If some people were treating it as a joke at the beginning, then after Pei Wu's clean victory, they all understood that she was accepted as a disciple by the sect leader, and it was not just because of some god. Spiritual roots.

One, two, three.

Until the tenth person also lost the battle.

Pei Wu stood on the stage holding a sword, and his voice echoed throughout the square.

"If any of my fellow Immortal-level disciples are willing to suppress their strength and compete with Wu, Wu will welcome them." After saying that, she looked at Senior Sister Chu Yi.

In the entire Xuantian Sect, no one knows that the senior sister is a master of swordsmanship, and she once brought glory to Zhongzhou with her sword.

The other immortal-level disciples were eager to try, but none of them were as fast as the senior sister.

She laughed loudly and landed on the stage, her eyes full of desire for battle. "Junior sister, I am willing to fight with you."

Chu Yi's strength was reduced to the early stage of Mahayana, and the people who were already excited enough now became more and more noisy.

"Senior Sister's strength is suppressed in the Mahayana stage!! The young sect master has entered the Mahayana stage!!"

"Incredible! She has only been in the sect for a few years!!! Why didn't she notice the catastrophe!"

"The sect master must have covered it up! Or he took her away from the sect to overcome the tribulation!"

Amidst the noise, Pei Wu's expression was solemn and filled with excitement. She could feel that Xuantian Sword was also happy, having met its opponent! She had a hunch that after this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, she would have a big breakthrough in the way of swordsmanship!

Different starting positions, the same exquisite sword-drawing skills, both of them are very fast, making moves at the same time, and the swords collide with each other!

It is unbelievable that that is actually an attack that can be launched in the Mahayana stage!

There was an immortal-level disciple who looked pale and sighed dejectedly. He was not even sure if he could defeat the young sect leader.

It was a hearty battle, both for those on the stage and those off the stage.

At the end of the fight, Pei Wu's spiritual power was about to be exhausted. Chu Yi noticed it and immediately sheathed his sword to avoid it.

She took a step forward and supported Pei Wu, with complicated eyes filled with relief.

"Junior sister, you are very strong and will be stronger than me in the future." Chu Yi said sincerely.

After a moment of silence, the audience immediately started making a loud noise.

"Tie!!!"

“It’s actually a tie!!!”

"Young Master is awesome!!!"

"Young Sect Master!!!"

"Young Sect Master!!!"

Cheers rang out, and they seemed to see a new kendo star rising. The legend of the sect master was too far away from them, and now, before their eyes, a legend was about to be born.

She will lead them to create a new era that belongs to them!

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Song Qiao stood in the crowd, with the corners of his mouth raised, smiling and looking at Pei Wu on the stage.

That was her glory and her excitement.

Song Qiao felt very happy, happier than she had achieved success, and happier than when she had killed her enemy.

She hoped that Pei Wu could stand in the light forever and shine forever.

What she doesn't have, she hopes Pei Wu can have it.

Whether it's the love of others or a smooth future.

But soon, Song Qiao's smile became stiff. Because she saw that after Pei Wu regained some strength, he pushed Chu Yi away, jumped off the competition platform, and walked towards her step by step against the crowd, very firmly.