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There was still some time before the Famous Sword Conference started, but Fang Qingyan discovered that Yu Qi would go to the same place to practice sword every day. He was not afraid of taboos, and watched Yu Qi practice sword every day.

After a few days like this, Yu Qi couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "Brother Fang is here to watch and practice sword every day, isn't it boring?"

Fang Qingyan thought about it carefully, and shook his head: "I come to see the Taoist priest practice sword every day, and when the famous swordsman meets the Taoist priest, the odds of winning may be higher."

Yu Qi was left speechless by his directness, so she had to give up.

Fang Qingyan said again: "It's only February, and the Taoist priest wears so little, isn't he afraid of freezing?"

Yu Qi said: "Mount Huashan is covered with snow all the year round and the poor roads don't feel cold, let alone this mere south of the Yangtze River?"

Only then did Fang Qingyan realize what a stupid question he had asked, and he simply said, "Why don't Taoist priests take me to Huashan someday?"

The other party was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly, and the smile condensed on his lips like a flower: "Brother Fang wants to visit Chunyang, of course he is welcome."

The Famous Sword Conference finally started. Although all the participants were the best from the various sects in Jianghu, for Fang Qingyan, he still easily entered the top four.

A Yue naturally did not participate in the Famous Sword Conference, so he became a staff officer, analyzing the last three opponents for Fang Qingyan.

"Yuqi, Cloth Sword God, and a Ming Cult assassin codenamed Huang Quan. Seventeen, who do you think is the most difficult to deal with?"

"I don't know." Fang Qingyan shook his head, remembering what Yu Qi told him today.

"Fang Qingyan." This seemed to be the first time Yu Qi called his name.

After so many days, the two of them got to know each other better.

"Huh?" Fang Qingyan felt that something was wrong with Yu Qi today.

"I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Fang Qingyan finally realized what was wrong, Yu Qi was usually aloof and cold, but today this aura was completely gone.

Yu Qi continued: "I want you to let Ah Yue do something during the lottery, and then I will lose to you."

Only then did Fang Qingyan realize that something was wrong, but curiosity made him ask further: "Why?"

Yu Qi said: "I don't want to compete with senior brother for the position of Senior Brother Chunyang. I came to participate in the Famous Sword Conference, but it was forced by my master. Senior brother is more suitable for that position than me, I know."

"Then no matter who you face, just pretend to lose. Why did you meet me?" But the next sentence was unexpected for Fang Qingyan.

"Because I want to send you to the finals." Yu Qi's face was as handsome as the first time she saw it.

"A Yue," Fang Qingyan was a little confused, "I think there's something wrong with all of this." After finishing speaking, he told A Yue what Yu Qi said today.

A Yue propped his face with his hands: "There is nothing wrong with this, you just fell in love with him." face.

Fang Qingyan's brother's face flashed in Fang Qingyan's mind, and suddenly fell silent.

A Yue walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Well, there's nothing wrong with it, you see, Ting Song and I haven't been doing well for so many years."

So things continued as Yu Qi hoped, until the final between Fang Qingyan and Bu Jianshen.

That was the first time Fang Qingyan saw Cloth Sword God, and he thought this person was very strange.

Too gentle, completely different from Yuqi.Cloth Sword God always had a smile on his face, but it wasn't that hypocritical smile at all.It's the kind of smile that makes people feel that he is a harmless person from the bottom of their hearts.

Fang Qingyan could almost predict how many women in the world would fall in love with such a man, but this idea was shattered the moment Cloth Sword God made his move.

He still had the same expression as before when he handed over his hands and said please advise, but his momentum has changed drastically.

It is murderous.Along with the fear, that sharp murderous aura seeped into Fang Qingyan's bone marrow bit by bit.

There is a famous document in the Famous Sword Conference that murderers will be removed from the list.But the people in front of them didn't care about this rule at all.

Fang Qingyan has faced countless enemies, but they are all for the sake of improving martial arts.He had never killed a single person, nor had he felt such an obvious killing intent.

Fear arose in his heart, and even the hand holding the pen began to tremble unconsciously.The swordsmanship of Cloth Sword God is the swordsmanship of killing people.

The elders with advanced skills have already noticed that something is wrong, but more people are just looking at the flowers in the fog.

Fang Qingyan lost in the end, Yu Qi stepped forward to support him, and only said three words: "Thank you."

And Cloth Sword God saw all of this, but stepped forward like a normal person and invited Fang Qingyan to Chunyang Palace for a visit.

Attracting the eyes of countless people, Fang Qingyan realized that it was Yu Qi who was holding his hand. He nodded and agreed.

"Seventeen," Ah Yue said while helping Fang Qingyan pack his things, "Don't forget me when you go to Chunyang this time."

Fang Qingyan couldn't help laughing: "It's true that the Hidden Sword Villa has been passed down for so many years. In your bones, you are a businessman."

"What are you talking about, I worry about the villa every day."

Fang Qingyan knew what he meant. In fact, he was also very interested in the reason why Jianzong's line was weak.

So that night, he went to ask Yu Qi.

"Daoist, why didn't the disciples of the Sword Sect come to participate in the Famous Sword Conference?"

Yu Qi glanced at him: "Why are you suddenly interested in this?"

There was a hint of coquettishness in Fang Qingyan's tone: "I just want to know, it's fine if you don't tell me."

"What I've heard is nothing more than gossip. A disciple of the Jianzong surnamed Li had an affair with his master Nalan Master Uncle. After that, the disciple disappeared. Nalan Master Uncle started to practice in closed doors, but he no longer instructed his disciples to practice."

Fang Qingyan was almost not frightened by the news, it was a huge scandal, but Yu Qi told him in an extremely flat tone.

"You follow me to Chunyang Palace this time, you must be careful alone."

"Who?"

"Brother."

Fang Qingyan was even more confused by his tone: "You mean Cloth Sword God?"

Yu Qi nodded slowly: "I think there is something wrong with senior brother, but I can't tell where it is. When I go back this time, I will definitely find out."

The snow on Mount Hua never seemed to stop. Fang Qingyan stood in front of the Chunyang Palace and looked up at the three large characters.Yu Qi got down from the carriage and put a piece of clothing on Fang Qingyan: "Chunyang is cold, don't freeze."

Fang Qingyan was a little embarrassed, but he didn't refuse, just bowed his head and went straight up the mountain.

The place where Yu Qi lives is in the area of ​​Lunjian Peak, which is far away from Tai Chi Square.It was already late at this time, and the tedious matters of meeting the head were saved, Fang Qingyan bid farewell to Cloth Sword God, and followed Yu Qi.

When crossing the bridge, the cold wind made Fang Qingyan shiver, and he couldn't help saying: "Are you all so cold in Chunyang? Sooner or later, people's hearts will be frozen to death."

As soon as this remark came out, both of them were taken aback for a moment, and Yu Qi continued casually: "Even if you have a heart

Cold, the blood is always hot. "

Among the young disciples of the Qizong, Yu Qi even lives far away from other disciples because of her seniority.

This room is very simple, Fang Qingyan glanced up and down the room, thinking to himself.

Fang Qingyan casually took out a book from the bookshelf, but it was a Tao Te Ching.He took a few more books, all similar books.

"Daoist, do you usually watch such boring things?"

Yu Qi chuckled: "What interesting things do Seventeen usually watch?"

He won't talk nonsense about erotic atlases and the like, but he is serious about learning acupoint maps from his brothers and sisters who practice Lijing.

"Well, for example, some strange novels or something."

"Really?" Yu Qi still kept smiling, but the distance between the two was getting closer.

Wait, Fang Qingyan's heart almost stopped beating, this is too close, he can almost feel Yu Qi's eyelashes brushing his face.

Unsurprisingly, Fang Qingyan felt the warmth from other people's lips in the ice and snow of Chunyang Palace.

Yu Qi's kiss was not very gentle, but it made Fang Qingyan feel very at ease.

As if it was a matter of course, Yu Qi's hand had already reached out to Fang Qingyan's chest.

Disciple Wanhua's clothes are cumbersome and complicated, with layers upon layers.

A night of spring supper.

At the last moment, Fang Qingyan gradually felt a little fuzzy in consciousness, and while he was orgasming, he vaguely smelled a cold fragrance from the man, just like the plum fragrance he had first seen.

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