Fairy, I really am a villain!

Damn, he's a love guru, right? Fang Xiwen was very upset. Last time he was talking about national affairs, why is the topic so down-to-earth this time?

"However, this kind of 'acquired relationship' is still relatively mild. Everyone, do you know what the most serious one is?" The old immortal looked around and said firmly: "It's blood relationship! This is something that was determined when you were born. No one can choose their own relatives!

Their advice, preaching, comparisons, their births, marriages, funerals… It is no exaggeration to say that this is a pollution of what it means to be human!”

Wow, even the direction of the speech has begun to sink. Is it aimed at optimizing the dialogue skills of ordinary people?

Fang Xiwen once again felt that this kind of evil sect should not be underestimated. Their harm was even greater than that of the Blood Robe Cult, an organization that simply killed people.

Because some people really will be brainwashed, then be exploited by them, and then bring disaster to the entire family.

He listened for a while, and sure enough, the topic began to change. The solution proposed by Laogui was for your whole family to join the religion, so that everyone would become a real whole and have a bond that transcends blood ties and would no longer need to be contaminated.

"That's a pretty good argument, okay."

After Fang Xiwen waited for a while with anger simmering down, the young man whom he had met once finally discovered him.

The young man looked like his wounds had healed, but he seemed a little weak. When he came to greet me, his attitude was extremely respectful: "Sir, please move to the back of the bamboo forest and wait for a while."

"Is this how you treat guests? Get lost!" Fang Xiwen flicked his sleeves and the young man hurried away.

Not long after, the old immortal who was surrounded in the middle showed an apologetic look on his face and bowed deeply, "Everyone, something unexpected happened in the Holy Church, so it is inconvenient to continue preaching today. See you tomorrow!"

"I will obey the Immortal's decree!"

"Old Immortal, where is my medicine?"

Although the audience was somewhat unhappy, they all stood up consciously and left the bamboo forest in an orderly manner, and the surroundings became quiet and peaceful.

After most of the people had left, the young man brought the old immortal over and introduced him solemnly: "This is the preacher, and this is..."

"Red blood." Fang Xiwen puffed out his chest and sneered, being frugal with his words.

He now has a madman from the Blood Robe Cult behind him. What is your identity and what is my status?

"So it's Mr. Chixue. I heard all the details from Xiao Li. It was indeed our fault for not hosting you well last time..." This preacher looked a bit like an immortal, and his voice was very charming when he spoke normally.

There was a clear smile on his face, and he stretched out his sleeves as if to shake hands, but a sinister evil intent had already gathered in his sleeves, and a palm was about to fall silently!

"Dereliction of duty?" Fang Xiwen sneered and suddenly pointed a finger at his wrist, and a strong bloody aura exploded!

Just as the preacher was about to withdraw, Fang Xiwen had already drawn his sword, and all his aura was transformed into blood evil. He shook his wrist and swung out three swords in a row, his voice like thunder: "In your eyes, am I a stray dog?!"

The clear water is surging!

This sword move was driven by his blood evil, which directly evolved into the image of an inverted sea of ​​blood, directly bringing the two people into the range of the sword force and knocking them down fiercely!

Seeing this, the preacher laughed instead of getting angry, grabbed the young man's back and flew back, then struck out with two palms to block the sword's force, his blood boiling, and after a while he stood still and bowed: "It's wrong for me to doubt your identity, but this is how our sect behaves, I hope you can forgive me."

Killing someone at the slightest disagreement was consistent with his imagination of the Blood Robe Cult's members. Add to that the pure bloody evil spirit, and the preacher was already half convinced.

"What if I say no?" Fang Xiwen's sword tip was stained scarlet, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"you will."

"Oh?"

"Everyone has desires. You have them, and your subordinates have them too," said the preacher, smiling smugly and stroking his beard. "They want to eat, drink blood, and kill people...

Xinggong and you are sworn enemies. If you go along with them, you will only fall into their trap. Jiangzhou alone is enough for Maitreya to mess with. The bald donkeys can't reach out.

At this moment, the only one who can help you is my Holy Church.

You wouldn't say that you are willing to go back to the Southern Wilds to be the Gu God's dog, right?"

He eliminated the options one by one, and finally added a highly inflammatory sentence. He is worthy of being a speaker... Fang Xiwen thought that he could use it for the next time, and pretended that the expression on his face kept changing.

After a while, he regained his indifference: "Lead the way."

...

...

As I said, killing the preacher and blowing up this den will not help. He came here to find a way to clean up the mess.

Therefore, he plays a role similar to that of the Blood Robe Cult's "Logistics Minister" - neither strong nor weak, with four orifices, and possesses the Blood Robe Cult's most core skills.

He behaves eccentrically, but he also considers his subordinates - even if the entire sect is full of lunatics, in such a bad situation, he always has to consider the survival of the organization.

Only someone with this kind of identity has the opportunity to access the flow of materials of Mietianmen and get the list.

After half-verifying their identities, Chuan Dao San Ren did not play any more tricks and directly brought Fang Xiwen to a teahouse in the east of the city. Fang Qing Xiao was slightly ahead of them, using her sword energy to leave marks in various inconspicuous corners of the building to indicate that she had not lost them.

This teahouse was the one mentioned in the Six Gates intelligence. Chuan Dao San Ren had not yet completely trusted him, and what he gave was just a clear base. The specific situation depended on the content of the conversation.

"Sir Chixue, I wonder how many men you have under your command?" The preacher sat down in the private room and waved his hand. Several beautiful maids walked in from outside. They were dressed revealingly, had soft voices, and their movements of pouring tea were quite revealing.

boom!

Fang Xiwen was originally slumped in the chair, but upon hearing this, he punched the table, making a dent, and said in a violent tone: "It's not about how much I have, but how much you can give!

Stop pretending to be so hypocritical here!"

"Do you have any other choice?" Sanren leaned back in his chair leisurely, clasping his hands.

"No choice?!" Fang Xiwen drew out his sword, put one foot on the table, and chopped it in two with one sword, "Say it again!"

The long sword stabbed directly into the back of the chair of the preacher, causing the latter to break out in a cold sweat: "Answer me!!"

Several maids were so frightened that they fell to the ground, pushed each other out, and scattered in a hurry.

Seeing this, Chu Dao San Ren cursed him in his heart, "Didn't we just talk fine?" But on the surface, he was still trying to appease him, "Yes, yes, it's my fault for not expressing myself properly."

Fang Xiwen's meaning was very clear. If you can't give me the conditions I want, I will send people to fight you. Anyway, the Blood Robe Cult is never afraid of death.

"But we still need a specific number, because if your church has a large number of members, I may need to report to the higher-ups, and management issues also need to be dealt with..."

"Twenty core followers and a number of peripheral members." Seeing that he had surrendered, Fang Xiwen also "calmed down", withdrew his feet and sat back casually.

This number was calculated by him based on the intelligence last night. It was within the range that would attract the attention of Mie Tian Men, but would not be taken seriously enough.

"Twenty? This is really..." The preacher's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped something, and his tone became a little excited, "It's really not that we are neglecting you, Your Excellency. If we want to recruit all of them, it will also have a shock to our original members. For the sake of prudence, I still need to ask for your permission."

"If I find out that you are delaying on purpose, I will chop you into pieces with one knife!" Fang Xiwen had expected this and smashed the table with one palm, causing blood to spurt out.

"How could that be!" Sanren's old face smiled like a flower. He lowered his head and searched for a while, then threw something over casually, "It's just a little gift from me, don't despise it."

Fang Xiwen reached out to take the brocade bag, put it in his arms without even looking at it, and stood up.

"Xiao Li, show him out!"

Hearing this, the young man trembled slightly, nodded and followed. The two of them walked out of the teahouse.

When he was sent to the door, Fang Xiwen suddenly made a move, locked his throat like lightning, and laughed: "Sanren, this young man is not bad, I will borrow him first!"

"You dare!" The old ghost jumped down from the second floor.

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...

In a dark alley in Xingping City.

The desire to chase after Fang Xiwen was not high, and he was just pretending. He knew Fang Xiwen would definitely cooperate with him again, so losing a disciple was no big deal. Even if he killed him on the spot, he would just blow his beard and save face.

So Fang Xiwen took the young man into the alley, and a sharp sword force came towards him, nailing the latter to death, making him unable to move.

"Wait, wait, don't scare him yet."

After Fang Xiwen hurriedly stopped him, a woman in white appeared with an indifferent expression.

"If I'm not mistaken, you will tell it yourself, right?" He smiled gently at the young man, who nodded vigorously.

“…Were you forced to join the religion?” Fang Qingxiao understood and narrowed her eyes.

"Yes." The young man named Xiao Li nodded vigorously, with a hint of his past simplicity appearing on his face.

He was a native of Xingping City. He had both parents and a wealthy family. He was also ambitious and worked as a shopkeeper at a rice shop in the city. Xiao Li also had a childhood sweetheart and they were going to get married.

As a result, my mother suddenly developed a strange disease. She coughed every day and often vomited purple-black blood. She soon became bedridden.

Even the best doctors could not cure her, saying that it was evil. At that time, the so-called "holy religion" was very famous, so Xiao Li invited them, and they eventually "cured" her mother to death.

"We have sent her to the outer reaches of the Nine Heavens, where she will be free from illness and pain. In return, you will need to take half of your family property for her worship."

Xiao Li's father could not accept the fact that the man had to be killed with medical treatment and half of his family property had to be taken away. He treated the messenger violently and was also sent outside the Ninth Heaven.

Only Xiao Li was subdued, his property was taken away, and he was forced to join the Holy Church.

"As a result, I wanted to die every day in Mie Tian Sect, but one day I accidentally heard them talking about my family's affairs," Xiao Li said, and the hatred in his eyes turned into resentment. "It turned out that I was valued by the elders of the sect, and they came for me from the beginning!

I caused the death of both my father and mother, ah——!"

All the years of deep hatred were exposed, and Xiao Li fell to his knees, holding his head and crying.

"Alas, Tianmen Mie." Fang Xiwen sighed, reached out to help him up, and patted his shoulder, "This is not the victim's fault. There is no such thing as being killed by you."

Hearing this, Xiao Li looked up in a daze. It was the first time someone said something like this to him, and it seemed like he couldn't stop crying.

"How about this, you are still young and qualified to start a new life," Fang Xiwen thought for a while and showed his official seal, "I will go back and tell Sanren that I killed you. You can take this opportunity to abandon everything and take back your life. I can avenge you."

"I, I don't have any life anymore... Even Ping'er got married before the New Year, I, I..." Xiao Li's face was full of tears and laughter, and he looked extremely funny.

Therefore, the evil done by Mie Tian Men was even worse than that of the Blood Robe Cult. Fang Xiwen even suspected that even the content that Xiao Li overheard was deliberately told to him by others in order to stir up hatred in his heart, prevent him from dying, and extract more value from him.

...No elder would be interested in ordinary people. It would be more accurate to say that they value his family’s assets.

"Then what will you do, revenge?" Fang Xiwen leaned against the wall and asked softly.

"I want to cut those who killed my parents into pieces. Please help me, hero!" Xiao Li knew that this was too much to ask, so he bowed his head and kowtowed, making a few loud bangs.

"You don't have to do that. Our goals... are pretty much the same," Fang Xiwen helped him up, his expression serious, "Think about it carefully. You're still young, and doing something like this will cost you your life. I can really arrange a smooth path for you."

Xiao Li shook his head vigorously.

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...

It was almost noon when the Fang siblings returned to Auntie Sun's house. Recalling Xiao Li's words when they parted, he was still a little moved.

The young man's eyes flashed with blazing fire, and he was determined: "My parents are dead, and I have only the journey home. I can only repay them with my death!"

I always feel that uprooting Tianmen has more significance... he thought.

At this time, Aunt Sun was cooking in the kitchen, and said that she would pack the food in a lunch box and send it to Old Sun later. She coughed a little while speaking.

Taking this opportunity, Fang Xiwen also asked about the name. Aunt Sun seemed very open-minded: "It was taught by the teacher in the school. He said that we should rely less on our parents and become an independent person. We should have the awareness of breaking away from our parents since childhood."