Fairy, I really am a villain!

Not long after, he was thrown into the training room, and a wooden sword and a loose training suit were stuffed into his arms. Fang Qingxiao went to the next room to change clothes.

He looked at this extremely familiar environment, feeling somewhat nostalgic. He put his clothes on the ground for the time being and walked over to touch the sword marks on the wall.

One of the training rooms was destroyed yesterday, but this one was obviously older, with dense sword marks all over it.

Now that his cultivation has improved, he can feel the sharp sword intent when he touches it with his fingers. Go forward courageously and reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship... This is Fang Qingxiao's way.

"What are you looking at?" Fang Qingxiao, who had changed into a loose training suit, walked in with an unfriendly tone.

She had her long hair tied up, her bright and pretty face without any makeup, her eyebrows were curved like willow leaves, her waist was slender, and she walked along gracefully, with every step she took being like a lotus... No way.

Every step Fang Qingxiao took was as if measured precisely, and her momentum gradually gathered as she walked in front of him.

"I'm watching the traces of my sister's sword practice," Fang Xiwen forced himself to smile at her, his eyes gentle, "Even though she has such a sharp sword intention, my sister is always very gentle to me."

"Not now." Fang Qingxiao was now unmoved and pressed the wooden sword into his hand. The latter refused to take it.

"But I am. I can't lift my sword to face my sister." Fang Xiwen began to play the emotional card, saying softly: "Even though there was no news from me, she always prepared a few more sets of training clothes, wooden swords, and even brought my towel.

Sister, do you miss me so much?"

"Well," Fang Qingxiao did not deny it, but nodded vigorously, stretched out her foot to hook the wooden sword into her hand, "but I can lift the sword against you. I find that you deserve a beating recently."

"Okay!" Hearing this, Fang Xiwen immediately jumped up, furious, "You finally admitted that you wanted to beat me up! You've been saying this to test your cultivation, but you ended up hitting me on the butt!

You are taking revenge for personal gain!"

"Yes."

"I do not accept!"

"Okay, then I will challenge you unilaterally." Fang Qingxiao smiled and moved closer with a wooden sword in hand.

"I already rejected you, don't come over here!"

Chapter 116 Fight with Me

Yunzhong City, Sword Hall.

This place was ostensibly set up as a money house, but because it was located in a remote area, most of the people who came to exchange banknotes were disciples of the Sword Sect, all familiar faces.

Early that morning, a man in a green shirt walked into the hall, carrying a bamboo basket in his hand, and smiled warmly, "Oh, everyone has worked hard. What are you busy with so early in the morning? Come and eat something first."

Hearing this, many people looked at him and laughed, but Fang Xiwen didn't care. He reached out and lifted the white cloth on the basket, revealing a few cakes. "This is the water chestnut cake from the corner. One piece per person. It's light and chewy. If you don't like sweets, you can try it."

"The Third Young Master is very thoughtful." Yue Zhengfang stepped forward, took a piece and smiled.

According to gossip, many people witnessed him being dragged into the training room by the senior sister last night, presumably to check on his training progress, but the two did not come out all night.

As a result, the next day, the Third Young Master was caught when he went to have breakfast. It was discovered that he would rub his buttocks from time to time, and he squatted in front of the stall while eating pancakes, and he never sat down.

"Xiwen, you are this." Yue Zhengfang finished a piece of water chestnut cake and secretly gave him a thumbs up. Fang Xiwen glanced at him unhappily.

He was really talking about something that was not relevant. Now, whenever he saw Fang Qingxiao, his buttocks would ache slightly.

Last night he was pinned to the ground and rubbed by his sister. After such a long time, his sword skills, which he had finally improved, were like paper in front of her. His weapon flew away after only three or four moves, and then Fang Qingxiao hit him on the butt with the wooden sword.

"But I have made great progress. Every time, my sister would explain in detail why I lost, which benefited me a lot. Well, it turns out that my sister is the best to me." Fang Xiwen made a sound of being CPU.

"Yes, right." Senior Brother Mu Ne was hesitant to speak.

The basket of cakes over there has been distributed completely, and many disciples of the Sword Sect will come over and greet him, and his reputation is no longer the same as before.

It's easy to imagine that Yue and Lan said a lot of good things about him, plus the beating up of Xia Tianxing that day... Everyone said that they were unintentional because of the influence of the blood evil, but this beating was really satisfying.

But he didn't come here to make connections this time. After explaining it to Yue Zhengfang, the latter immediately understood and asked someone to bring a stack of documents.

After all, the Sword Hall is a place for collecting information. The accumulated intelligence should have been handled by the person in charge, but Fang Qingxiao distributed it all.

And everyone had no complaints. After all, they were able to come this far safely almost entirely thanks to this senior sister.

Similar to Yue Zhengfang's journey, they also encountered many ambushes along the way, including several well-known masters of the underworld, such as the "Soul-Locking Devil Palm" and the "True Buddha in Troubled Times", all of whom were characters who could stop children from crying at night.

But they all died at the hands of Fang Qingxiao...the Nine Apertures Master, the dead souls fell under the sword.

“This is outrageous…”

"Yes, a little bit." Looking at the bloody battle records on the paper, even though they were mentally prepared, Fang and Yue still looked at each other in surprise.

Fang Xiwen has faced the Nine Apertures before, such as Jiang Changshou.

The old patriarch had a protective Qi, could release his Qi, and his moves were extremely powerful, and it was a life-and-death battle. But he gave people a sense of oppression... not even as strong as Fang Qingxiao holding a wooden sword.

Well, t0 also has different levels.

He quickly skipped over these achievements and looked down.

The first piece of news was that Xia Tianxing confessed to his crimes, his cultivation was destroyed, and he was thrown into the forbidden area of ​​Jianzhuang to be suppressed forever.

This result was not unexpected. After all, the evidence of collusion with the devil was solid, and the law enforcement elders of the Sword Sect alone were enough to give them a hard time. If they wanted to take revenge on Fang Xiwen, they would have to wait until the next life.

In addition, the Sword Casting Villa is a new sect, and the owner is a top master of the sixth level of the outer realm. He is completely not in the same league as the Sword Sect with a Dharma body in charge. Even if they lose an heir, they can only swallow their anger.

"It's all your own fault." Fang Xiwen commented sharply.

The second piece of news was about the battle report in the Southern Wasteland. Taoist Shouzhuo went into the Southern Wasteland alone with the Time Blade and killed Chi Ersha in front of the Gu God. The latter's soul was shattered, and his hatred turned into a continuous blood rain.

There is a note below this news, saying that it was the "magic master" Han Jing who stopped the Gu God, and the Lord of the Star Palace also made a move from a distance to provide assistance in killing Chi Ersha.

"The soul is shattered and turned into blood rain..." Fang Xiwen tapped his fingers on the table and pondered for a long time.

"what happened?"

"This image is very interesting, using the body to turn into rain, splashing in all directions. Brother Yue, Chi Ersha has six blood god stones on him. If it were you, what would you do before you die?"

“I will definitely be very unwilling. The path to the Dharmakaya is clearly ahead, but I cannot enter it.” Yue Zhengfang made a conclusion first, and then thought for a while, “Then I will definitely take revenge on the righteous path before I die... Wait, the Blood God Stone!”

"Right!" Fang Xiwen clapped his hands, and it was obvious that the two of them had the same idea. "If it were me, I would definitely scatter the Blood God Stone. This thing carries evil spirits, and if it falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, it can bring huge trouble to the righteous path.

If they were all left in the Southern Wilds, they would definitely be snatched away by the Gu God, and the Blood Robe Cult would be completely in his hands."

“No wonder it turned into blood rain... Damn, the Central Plains will be in danger!” Yue Zhengfang’s face became serious, and he didn’t have time to say anything else. He wanted to tell the elders of the sect about this matter immediately.

Fang Xiwen did not try to stop them, although he felt that those experts probably knew what was going on, but they did not say it out loud mainly because they were afraid of shaking people's hearts.

"Blood Robe Cult, the one who has the most competitive capital for the leader is actually me. After all, I have three Blood God Stones and the residual image of the emperor."

However, he had no interest in cults, so he quickly gave up the idea and continued reading.

The third piece of news was also about the Blood Robe Cult. It was said that the Demonic Mie Tian Sect was actively integrating the remnants of the Blood Robe Cult, intending to disperse these lunatics and absorb them into the inner circle, providing them with many means of cover.

This is not difficult to understand. The members of the Blood Robe Cult are all crazy. With a little brainwashing, these people are comparable to the most loyal warriors. Even the leader of the Nine Apertures will be willing to become a human bomb for the sake of martyrdom. Their deterrent power is extremely strong.

This report also reported in detail the situation of the Blood Robe Cult's temporary base, saying that "the bloody aura is extremely strong, and there are suspected to be special means of containment."

Isn't this the Blood God Stone?

Fang Xiwen sat in front of the desk in the training hall and annotated each piece of news, listing the priorities, solutions, and so on.

A disciple of the Sword Sect standing nearby was impressed by his fast hand speed and well-organized writing. He thought that the Fang siblings were one martial artist and one scholar, and that his previous evaluation of the Third Young Master might have been biased.

After Fang Xiwen processed the information, he stepped into the hall briskly in a white robe.

In the sword hall, one could hear a pin drop. Many people had seen Fang Qingxiao fight with their own eyes. The piles of corpses of those evil masters made the image of the senior sister look tall and big, which was frightening.

"Sister? How come you have time to come here?" Fang Xiwen put down the pen, looked up and smiled.

"Because Xiwen is here." Fang Qingxiao hugged him tightly, with a faint scent from her fresh bath on her body. She gently rubbed his cheek and said, "Let's eat."

"Okay, okay. That's all I have to do in the training hall..."

"That's all."

Hearing his answer, Fang Qingxiao's eyebrows curved, and she took his hand and walked out, "Sister will take you to a delicious restaurant."

"Hey, can you tell which ones are delicious?"

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Guiyun Pavilion.

This is a restaurant famous for its light dishes. Jiangzhou has many canal docks, and spices and seasonings from all over the world are distributed. The characteristics are strong flavors and distinct layers of dishes. There are few restaurants like Guiyun Pavilion.

Looking at the table full of dishes, many of which were ordered before, Fang Xiwen was a little confused, "Sister, do you still remember what I like to eat?"

"Of course, I remember everything about Xiwen. For example, I spanked you thirty-eight times yesterday." Fang Qingxiao held her chin with one hand, her expression seeming to be a matter of course.

"Don't remember this," Fang Xiwen said, and sat down slowly and started eating. "What are your plans next, sister?"

"What about you?"

"Well, does it count if I want to stay with my sister for a while longer?"

"Me too." Fang Qingxiao smiled brightly and reached out to grab a crab. "If Xiwen wants to travel, I'll go with him."

As she spoke, her sword energy swung across her hand, and the crab was peeled clean in an instant, and fell lightly into the bowl opposite.

"Thank you, sister." Fang Xiwen was stunned. He believed that he had practiced the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts and his control over his body was stronger than that of ordinary people, but he could never do this. "This is too cool..."

"Take me with you, and I'll peel it for you every day, okay?"

"That's not the reason, can you still call it traveling if you follow that?"

"I can choose not to take action." Fang Qingxiao's expression was serious, and she didn't blink.

"Then why did you come along, to sightsee? You might as well stay in the training room and practice." Fang Xiwen was touched and amused. This sister was so silly and cute sometimes.

"Okay, you promised me that you would stay in the training room."

"?" Fang Xiwen reacted immediately, "You are changing the subject and playing word games!"

"Are you going to break your promise?" Fang Qingxiao raised her eyebrows, slammed her sword on the table, and said with a smile, "A man's promise is worth a thousand gold. It seems that I have to teach you this truth."

"I didn't agree to it. This is just making excuses and coercion!"

"Just known?"

"Who are you? Give me back that gentle, generous, kind and lovely sister!"

"It's no use praising me now, hehe."

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