Fairy, I really am a villain!

It’s strange, how did the silly girl become like that?

With subtle thoughts in his mind, Fang Xiwen walked into an escort agency called Longxing.

The outer perimeter is an imposing wall with high eaves, and inside there stands a plaque with red characters on a yellow background, on which is inscribed a large character "派" (meaning "biao"). On both sides hang large red lanterns, with a horizontal scroll that reads "派行天下" (meaning "biao travels around the world"), and around it are various flags with the 派出号 (meaning "biao travels around the world") written on them.

The escort agency was bustling with people wearing turbans and silk clothes, dressed like traveling merchants, chatting with each other. These merchants from other places were unfamiliar with the place and needed protection, so they often came to escort.

These experienced bodyguards are very familiar with the commodities circulating in various places and are sensitive to price fluctuations. Coupled with their rich experience and good skills, they are popular and prestigious in many places.

And Fang Xiwen, a young man dressed like a playboy, stood out among the crowd. He looked like "a stupid man with a lot of money and easy to be cheated, come quickly", and many people came forward to recommend themselves and boasted about themselves.

Things like "brothers' combined attack is no less powerful than nine orifices", "he is familiar with the brothels along the way, acquainted with many of the courtesans, and supports credit", "he takes care of us in every possible way, even serving tea, bringing water, and washing our feet", etc.

He found it funny in his heart, but politely declined after listening to it until a fat man with small eyes came up to him.

"I heard that this young master is going to Osmanthus Mountain? Coincidentally, we have disciples from the Moonlight Sword Sect and the Heavenly Feather Sect traveling with us. They are the direct descendants of the righteous sects and are upright and decent. If you encounter danger on the way, they will definitely protect you."

"Interesting, tell me more." Fang Xiwen was simply curious about which generation of the Mingyue Sword Sect disciples this was. Isn't the only one in the current generation his silly girl...

This morning, Luo Qingni said that she had boarded the spirit boat. A senior sister who had a good relationship with her in the sect was afraid that she would get lost, so she escorted her along the way. It seemed that he was the eldest disciple of the sword sect leader, a genuine location.

"It's like this," the visitor knew that he was already tempted, and the fat on his face moved, revealing a very eager smile: "These Taoist priests are easy to get along with, I think they will be good connections for you, and you can also increase your knowledge, so why not?"

"Security, what you said is very nice," suddenly, a magnetic voice sounded, and a middle-aged man with slightly frosted temples and handsome features came over and said with a smile on his face: "You didn't mention anything about their efforts to eliminate the demons and guard the way."

Bidding?

Fang Xiwen changed his mind, crossed his arms, stopped talking, and watched coldly.

"Smiling Tiger, what do you mean?" The man named An Baozhong's face turned black and he glared at him angrily.

"These disciples from the big sects wanted you to lead them because they saw that you knew the way, but you didn't dare to offend them during the security check, so you didn't refuse.

Boy, do you know that they will be attacked by the demons along the way, and their lives are uncertain?" The man's smile faded and he looked at him calmly.

"No wonder you came to me," Fang Xiwen laughed and shook his head, bowing to him, "Thank you for the reminder, Mr. An, I don't have a personal bodyguard with high martial arts skills, so your plan will not work on me."

"You reacted quickly. No wonder you dared to come here alone." The middle-aged man had some admiration in his eyes. Then he turned to the security guard and sneered, "Although I am also a businessman, I am different from you who cheat and deceive. You really lower the bottom line of the escort."

"Why do you, an old dog, mind your own business? Damn it..." The security center knew that the deal was ruined, so he turned around cursing without even looking at Fang Xiwen.

He didn’t even bring any guards, what a fool!

Fang Xiwen ignored him and quickly stepped forward to stop the middle-aged man and asked, "Looking at your attire, I think you must be a bodyguard. Where are you going? Is it on your way?"

"You young man are really hitting the snake with a stick." Although the man was wearing black clothes and breeches, he still had an extraordinary demeanor. He did not answer, but asked back: "Do you believe me now?"

"Of course. Compared to people with bad intentions, the seniors who have helped me are more trustworthy."

"You know I'm trying to gain your trust and compete with you maliciously?"

"Because when they came to talk to me, even though the senior was beside me, he had no intention of talking to me at all," Fang Xiwen smiled. "Rather than competition, I would rather believe what you said just now."

"Yes, I really don't have any idea about a playboy like you. People like you may look glamorous, but in fact, they may have a lot of enemies behind the scenes. I won't take such a risk." Although he said so, the man looked at him for a while and smiled, "But you are quite my type.

Do you drink alcohol?

"Hmm? I think I can drink a little."

"Just now I heard you say you were going to Osmanthus Mountain? Ha, it's fate. If you know some disguise skills and don't cause trouble on the way, I'll let you go."

"Thank you, senior!" Fang Xiwen was overjoyed and bowed.

“Don’t call me senior anymore, it’s really unpleasant.” The man waved his hand and walked out of the escort agency. “Luo from Luoshui, Ting from Leiting, follow me. I’ll take you to meet someone.”

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...

I can only say that Fang Xiwen is really lucky.

Just randomly picking up an escort in the hall and getting a chance to do something like this. According to what Luo Ting said on the way, they were supposed to leave tomorrow, and if Fang Xiwen came a day later, they would not be able to catch up.

"What do you call it?"

"My name is Fang Xiwen. I'm from Longchuan and currently live in Jiangzhou." The two chatted casually while walking on the street.

He didn't dare to say that he was from Shendu, mainly because his surname could easily be associated with the Fang family. Although his current image was very different from that of the Third Young Master, if someone wanted to check, it could still be found out.

"Oh?" Unexpectedly, Luo Ting's eyes lit up and his eyebrows moved, obviously he was interested, "Is it Feng Liujian who is here?"

"?" Fang Xiwen staggered, wondering if this weird nickname could spread so far?

"Looking at you, it's probably true. Haha, I've been around for many years, and you're the only one with a similar nickname, so I'm very impressed."

"This, this... people in the martial arts world spread rumors, so they can't be taken seriously." Fang Xiwen was sweating. He wanted to leave a good impression on Luo Ting, but now it was all ruined.

My dear Saint, look at what you have done!

"With the realm of eye orifices, he can fight with masters of nine orifices, and he can remain conscious after the blood evil energy enters his body...is this also a rumor?" Luo Ting walked to a room that looked like a warehouse, pushed open the door casually, with a half-smile on his face.

"You are really well-informed... Isn't it true that the news is so outrageous?" Fang Xiwen followed, feeling quite helpless.

He faced the damn Nine Apertures head-on. It can be said that in the two battles against the Jiang family, 70% of the strength was exerted by Jiang Xingchu. Without the assistance of Yun Gong Tianyin, he would have been defeated long ago, let alone fighting.

"It is also said that Feng Liujian had many friends and that he once drank with Master Canglang and even saw him off for ten miles, which has become a good story."

“…This is indeed true.”

The two chatted casually as they walked into the house. Luo Ting stopped teasing him and just said, "Nothing in the martial arts world happens without a fight. Even if you just took advantage of my kindness, it's enough for me to give you a ride." Then he started to introduce the goods.

There were several large wooden boxes stacked in the room, with some dust on them. It seemed that they were not often opened. There were also outlines of them being moved along the ground, which must be quite heavy.

"This time the escort carries the Wang family's order, which is soft escort. Maybe they are not in a hurry to use it, so they didn't set a clear deadline, but just said to do it as soon as possible." As he said that, Luo Ting walked over and knocked on the wooden box as if to signal him to do so, which made a somewhat dull sound.

"The Dingjun Wang family...is it the family that once fought against the demon clan?" Fang Xiwen asked curiously, and moved forward to look around.

He had a good memory. According to the description on the background board in the game, the demon clan had once launched a major invasion several decades ago. They assembled dozens of great demons in the Jindan stage to launch a surprise attack and brought with them a large number of tribesmen, determined to tear a hole in the Central Plains.

As a result, the Wang family, which lived to the east of Guihua Mountain, bore the brunt of the attack. At that time, the demons had retreated to the Central Plains for a long time, and the divine weapon Emperor's Sword used to suppress the mountains and rivers had been taken back to the Divine Capital, leaving the defenses unattended. If the Wang family was destroyed, the demons would be able to flatten the area around Guihua Mountain, causing great suffering to the people.

In the end, it was the head of the Wang family, who was a half-step Dharmakaya, who fought for his life and single-handedly stopped a half-step demon king and several big demons. In addition, countless Wang family disciples followed one after another and were fearless of death. Finally, they used the defense line forged with flesh and blood to stop the demon clan and wait for help from all parties.

At this point the Wang family suffered heavy losses. The head of the family, Wang Yunzhi, who was hailed as the grandmaster with the greatest chance of attaining enlightenment, was seriously injured and retired. Countless of his children were killed or injured, and the family was almost on the verge of withdrawing from the ranks of first-tier families.

So the current emperor showed deep pity and bestowed the name "Dingjun". Later, there was the demon boat at the Osmanthus Mountain Ferry and the division of the Mingyue Sword Sect, all of which were caused by this incident.

"You are quite knowledgeable at such a young age." After listening to his story, Luo Ting nodded, looked around, and covered the house again. "Of course it's that family."

"I didn't expect you to get their order. I made the right decision this time." He laughed, feeling a little emotional.

"Not necessarily. Maybe it's even harder than the road in security?" Luo Ting's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and his tone was amusing.

"Aren't you mentally prepared? No matter how difficult it is to leave, just leave," Fang Xiwen shrugged. "Since it's the Wang family's business, I'll try my best to help."

"The reputation of Feng Liu Jian is well-deserved." Luo Ting looked at him for a while and finally smiled.

"…Can you please stop calling me that?"

Chapter 142 Did I kiss you? Why are you angry?

Since the departure time is tomorrow, Fang Xiwen now needs a place to stay.

Luo Ting was really enthusiastic. He first took him to meet the fellows who were escorting the caravan together, and then took him to a familiar inn and asked for a clean room.

According to Luo Ting, according to their arrangement, this trip was mainly divided into two parts: one was the dry route by horse and carriage, taking the official road, sometimes crossing mountains and ridges, which accounted for about half of the journey;

The other half of the journey was by boat, taking the complex waterways. When Luo Qingni went to Yiling before, she had thought about not taking the spiritual boat, but going directly downstream... but that obviously overestimated the level of development of her brain.

At nightfall, Fang Xiwen sat in the room of the inn with the window open, letting in the faint moonlight.

After today's communication, he had a very good impression of Luo Ting. This person obviously had a sense of justice, and would stand up for the weak, from small things like driving away the security guards for him to big things like taking orders from the Wang family, which was different from Fang Tianyu.

The latter is about the pleasure of settling enmity. Anyway, he has the ability to do so in the seventh level of the outer scene. When he sees someone doing bad things, he will just beat the person to death without considering the consequences. The former is quite smooth in dealing with things. He tells you the pros and cons clearly, and it is up to you whether you want to follow or not.

Maybe Luo Ting had concealed a lot of things, but Fang Xiwen felt that there was no need to pursue it. This person was trustworthy, and even if something really happened, she would not be implicated.

Alas, when can Lao Fang learn from others?

But to be on the safe side, he still shamelessly summoned the Sword Fairy and told her everything. It felt really good to have someone to talk to.

I saw a woman in blue sitting down gracefully, with a cold expression. The moonlight wove a shawl for her, and the hem of her clothes hung down obediently. She looked like a frozen painting.

However, after hearing what Fang Xiwen said, she was stunned for a moment, but soon came to her senses, picked up the teacup and took a sip, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said lightly: "Since you have made up your mind, why bother asking me?"

"Because you're smart, you're worried about me, and you have a lot of experience in the martial arts world," Fang Xiwen sat next to her and smiled like a sycophant: "And you also said that you have something to discuss, Sword Fairy Mother."

"Get lost." The sword fairy narrowed her eyes, put down her teacup, and said calmly, "You can follow me."

Since she didn't tell him the reason, Fang Xiwen wouldn't ask. The Sword Immortal would definitely not harm him anyway, so he asked, "Sword Immortal, can I ask you about your cultivation?"

“Of course it’s OK.” Upon hearing this, the sword immortal smiled and played with the teacup with his slender fingertips, saying leisurely, “This is the correct way to use the contract.

What don’t you understand?”

What I mean is, don't bother me anymore.

"Swordsmanship. How should I put it? I feel like I've practiced well. Every move is very rigorous and I haven't made any mistakes. But I'm still a little behind the top masters." Fang Xiwen turned to her and gestured with his thumb and index finger, "For example, my eldest sister and second sister, and Ye Baiyu's group."

Seeing this, the Sword Immortal blinked his eyes, stretched out his hand and stretched his two fingers a little wider, and said with a little amusement: "Not even close."

"How is this going?"

"One is that you don't have talent, and the other is that you don't have rules. The former is hard to force, and the latter is without guidance," the sword immortal said leisurely, opening his palms. "A swordsman has five elements: heart, form, intention, soul, and spirit. Because no one taught you, you are still at the 'form' stage, while most of the top people on the human list are at the 'intention and soul' stage, so every move you make is different from others."

"Didn't my sister tell me this?"

"She is a genius, she doesn't need these. Why do ordinary people need nine orifices to induce resonance between heaven and earth, but she only needs seven? There is only one reason, that is, the inner world is too compatible with her own path.

Normally, after opening the orifice, one would adjust one's inner world according to the skills, paths, and moves learned, but she was the most suitable from the beginning. Now she is not at the level of Sword God simply because her cultivation is not enough. Once the mysterious gate is opened, the divine essence will be formed. "

"Hey, don't I have any talent?" Fang Xiwen pointed at himself with a shocked expression.

He thought he was pretty good, even though he had only been practicing sword for a year or so!

"What do you care about?" The sword immortal frowned, and was a little speechless. "All your sword moves are from others. It took you more than half a year to develop your own sword skills. Are you very talented?"

“…It’s bad, now I’m a loser.”

"What a mess! You just have too many thoughts in your mind, and you have only found a 'form' after practicing for so long." The sword immortal rolled his eyes and lectured him without any hesitation, "If you ask me what I think, then I suggest you give up. Your talent is not in swordsmanship."

"How could this happen?!"

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen felt like he was struck by lightning. He was in a terrible state. He had practiced sword for so long, thinking that one day he would become a master of swordsmanship and dominate the martial arts world, but she asked him to give up?

"You have denied my life, Sword Immortal... Why didn't you say so earlier..."