A moment ago, Yun Jingchen thought he was dead, but the spirit tribe demon girl's sword movements were fierce and fast, clearly determined to take his life.

A flash of sword light flashed in front of his eyes, and the back of Yu Shiqi blocking the front appeared to Yun Jingchen as majestic as a god descending to earth.

Xilingyue did not expect that Yu Shiqi could escape from the flying snow whirlwind that trapped him, and managed to deflect the sword that was stabbing Yun Jingchen in time before she succeeded.

"Okay, painter Yu Shiqi is hiding everything." She curled her lips and asked, "How did you get out of there?"

Yu Youci saw Yu Shiqi's process of breaking through the whirlwind, and murmured in a low voice: "Fuyao's Sword, Wind Vein, Feng Zhilan is destroyed."

"It's the swordsmanship of Tongfeng Sect." Yu Shiqi admitted, "Miss Xiling, there is no need for us to fight, it's just a small misunderstanding."

Xilingyue turned sideways and muttered, as if he was thinking about whether to accept Yu Shiqi's proposal. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw his figure weakening, and then heard the sound of a sword clanging to the ground.

Turning his head to look, he saw Yu Shiqi hunched over in pain, pinching the wrist of his right hand with his left hand. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and the blood vessels turned into a striking dark black.

"Yu Shiqi, you..." Xilingyue didn't understand what happened for a moment. She was still thinking that her actions just now were within the limits and there should be no reason to hurt him.

"The secret curse... the secret curse is true..." Yun Jingchen, who was still slumped on the ground, murmured with a pair of shocked eyes.

Seeing Yu Shiqi's staggering figure, Yu Youci hesitated for a moment, then walked forward and held his shoulder with one hand: "Yu Yanzhi, are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." Yu Shiqi gritted his teeth and replied, a thin layer of cold sweat unknowingly appeared on his forehead.

"Secret spell?" Xilingyue stepped forward suspiciously, threw the sword back to Yu Youci, and then carefully reached out and grabbed Yu Shiqi's right hand.

After she understood what was going on, she glanced at Yu Youci and Yun Jingchen coldly: "So this is what you were planning just now?"

Yu Youci's face turned red, and he avoided her gaze with a little shame, and whispered: "We thought it wasn't true..."

At this time, Yun Jingchen did not dare to face Xiling Yue directly. He sat cross-legged and looked down at his knees and said: "Who knew he really couldn't hold a sword... What? He obviously has such good skills at such a young age.

Leave Yunzhongjian..."

Xilingyue ignored them and asked Yu Qi: "The condition for triggering the secret spell is holding a sword?"

Yu Shiqi was speechless at this time, and nodded with a pale face.

"Who gave him the secret curse?" Xilingyue asked Yu Youci.

"Probably... it's the sect leader's association." Yu Youci didn't know the specific situation. When she joined Yunzhongjian, Yu Shiqi had already left the team. However, according to the rules of the Desolate Sect, such important matters as casting a secret spell were always the only thing that could be done.

The suzerain will have the right to pass it.

"The sect leader will, huh, it seems that your high-level leaders are not good people. In making such a decision, didn't you think that it would ruin the future of a swordsman?"

"Didn't he decide on his own not to be a swordsman?" Yun Jingchen's voice seemed to be filled with resentment.

Yu Shiqi gritted his teeth and endured the torment of the secret curse. Unexpectedly, Xi Lingyue suddenly pressed the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together on his eyebrows: "Concentrate, I will help you unlock the secret curse."

She closed her eyes as she spoke, and a note that no one could understand came from her lips, and a dim light began to appear between the fingers that were placed between Yu Shiqi's eyebrows.

Yu Youci felt a slight tremor coming from his hand that was holding Yu Shiqi's shoulder, and then saw that the bulging black veins on the back of his right hand had faded away, and he couldn't help but smile with joy at the corner of his mouth.

After a while, she heard Xilingyue sigh softly.

"Yu Shiqi, you are a hopeless person." Xi Lingyue opened her eyes and looked at him with eyes that hated iron.

Yu Shiqi pursed his lips and smiled lightly, bowed to Xi Lingyue and said thank you.

"What...what's wrong?" Yu Youci vaguely felt that something was wrong between them.

"He refused my help." Xi Lingyue turned his back, "The secret curse has not been solved, it is just that he has survived the attack. If he holds the sword again in the future, he will still be the same as before."

"What... why is this happening?" Yu Youci looked at Yu Shiqi in confusion.

"The secret curse is the decision of the Sect Masters Association, and it is also the price for my withdrawal from Yunzhong Sword." Yu Shiqi said, "It's enough that Miss Xiling can help me get through that period."

"But you will still be unable to use the sword for the rest of your life, and you will lose the Fuyao Sword passed down to you by your master and mistress in vain!"

"Xiao Ci, I'm not a swordsman. It doesn't matter whether I can use a sword or not." Yu Shiqi looked relieved.

Yun Jingchen said lukewarmly on the side: "Senior brother, you want to evade the responsibility of Yunzhong Sword. With this reason why you can't hold the sword, you can feel more at ease."

Yu Shiqi had become accustomed to his meanness, and now he laughed out loud and followed his words: "Yes, yes, yes, I have no ambitions. I just want to survive and spend the rest of my life by painting and selling paintings."

Yun Jingchen punched the cotton, but the stamina was gone. He curled his lips and went to Yu Shiqi's side to pick up his sword and put it back into its scabbard. He complained like a child: "I'm so sleepy, go back to sleep."

After saying this, he went back without waiting for them.

Yu Youci also covered her mouth and yawned. She looked at Yu Qi with a questioning look.

Yu Shiqi looked at Xilingyue's back, wanting to keep her in his heart, but then he thought that she was not an ordinary person, and she might not be willing to spend the night with them in the mountain col camp, so in the end he did not say anything.

Xilingyue just walked away, turned around the curve in front, and disappeared from their sight.

"You and that demon... girl from Xiling have known each other for a long time?" Yu Youci couldn't help but ask.

"We met by chance before."

"That's a coincidence..." Yu Youci muttered and couldn't help but yawned again.

"You're sleepy, go back." Yu Shiqi said.

Yu Youci nodded, walked a few steps forward, suddenly turned around, looked at him, and said seriously: "I'm sorry just now..."

Yu Shiqi smiled at her and shook his head to show that he didn't mind.

Yu Youci glanced towards the camp in the mountain col. Three large bonfires were still flickering. Their small bonfire seemed to have been extinguished because it had been left unattended for too long. Yun Jingchen's figure could no longer be seen clearly.

The surroundings were silent at this moment, except for the occasional chirping of insects.

There was no one around except the two of them. Thinking of this, Yu Youci's heart began to throb.

"Pa", Yu Shiqi's right hand was tightly held by her with both hands.

"Xiao Ci?"

"Brother." Yu Youci blushed. It was still a bit embarrassing for her to formally use this title for him after three years of separation.

Yu Shiqi moved his lips in surprise. He originally thought that his sister would only call him by his first name in the future.

"It doesn't matter if you can never use the sword again, I will protect you." She raised her head slightly, looked up into Yu Shiqi's eyes, and an innocent smile bloomed on her face.

At this moment, Yu Shiqi suddenly thought that he had returned to the time when he was in Tongfengmen.

He raised his hand, gently touched his sister's head, and said: "Xiao Ci is now the swordsman of Yunzhong Sword. Your sword will protect more people in the world. Even if I can't hold the sword, I can only be a four-dimensional warrior."

As a traveling painter, I am capable enough to protect myself."

"I want to protect you, but also protect others. If you can't protect the important people around you, how can you be a swordsman of Yunzhong Sword?" Yu Youci let go of his hand, but pressed closer to give him a hug.

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Yu Shiqi showed a happy and satisfied smile. He looked at the bonfire in the distance that shone like stars, and suddenly felt that the hardships he had endured during the past three years living away from home and living in the open were nothing.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank nervously, and two of the three bonfires in the mountain camp were extinguished at once.

Yu Youci felt Yu Shiqi's body trembled as he was holding him. Just when he was about to ask him why, he suddenly smelled the smell of blood in the wind blowing from the east.
Chapter completed!