Fairy, I really am a villain!

If he asked Fang Xiwen to drink alone, he would definitely be rejected because this kid didn't like drinking at all; but it would be different if he asked the brothers in the team to drink together.

Under Luo Ting's coaxing and deception, several jars of liquor with a rareness no less than that of the Drunken Immortal were brought out to drink, and everyone enjoyed themselves greatly.

The old man was very proud of his genius idea and regarded it as a secret revenge on the drunkard.

The group then walked for a few more days and finally completed half of the land route. The scenery around them also changed from lush greenery to bleak autumn chill.

As the year was coming to an end, they still met many colleagues on the road, who smiled and said something like "the last dart of the year" and congratulated each other.

It’s time for Fang Xiwen to say goodbye to them.

That day, he casually chatted with Luo Ting: "Brother Luo, why do you think there are monsters close to forming a pill in the heart of Jiangzhou?

With the barrier of Osmanthus Mountain and the agreement, it shouldn’t have happened.”

Hearing this, Luo Ting's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, but soon calmed down and smiled: "Perhaps it is because of the difference in the terrain and the abundant spiritual energy that the animals that were originally ordinary creatures have spiritual powers, and this is why they have transformed by chance."

"This is too coincidental. She even cultivated to the Jindan stage. Isn't this probability a little small?" Fang Xiwen looked at him straight, his eyes slightly downcast. "In fact, when it comes to the demon race, where and what do people think of first?"

“…Since the battle of Guihua Mountain, since the Wang family of Dingjun.” Luo Ting finally stopped smiling and looked back at the goods.

The escort they were escorting was commissioned by the Wang family.

That's why Luo Ting would meddle in other people's business and discover the evil aura of the shop owner.

"So, Brother Luo, I won't tell anyone," Fang Xiwen clenched his fists. "Just think of me as meddling in other people's business. What exactly are these 'goods'? Can you tell me a little more about them?"

However, Luo Ting did not answer, but changed the subject: "Xiao Fang, we have been friends for two drinks alone, right?"

"Yes. One time it was homemade rice wine, and the other time it was the Drunken Immortal."

"That's why I can't tell you," Luo Ting took two steps ahead, and the faint wrinkles on his face moved, as if he was smiling: "Few people can drink with me, and I can't meddle in many trivial matters.

After tomorrow, the road ahead is long, and we will meet again if we are destined to do so."

“…Is that so?” Seeing that the other party refused so straightforwardly, Fang Xiwen no longer had the position to ask further questions and fell silent for a while.

He had a good impression of Luo Ting and didn't want to see this guy get into trouble; it turned out that the other party had a similar idea, because this matter was very dangerous, so he didn't want to get involved.

...I really don’t know whether to be happy or sad.

The atmosphere between the two people who were usually eloquent gradually grew colder, and they looked at each other in silence.

Luo Ting was walking in front, leading the horse. He followed a few steps behind, staring at the dark horse swinging its tail and stepping on the yellow sand with its hooves, lost in thought for a moment.

As the deputy, Wang Xiong was a man who knew how to handle things. Seeing this, he came over with a few brothers, smiling, and said, "Although we have only walked half the way, this trip is really an eye-opener for us.

The shop owner looked weak and frail, but his wife turned out to be such a huge snake demon, ouch..."

The atmosphere in the team is still very important, and everyone knows this, so Fang Xiwen took over and smiled: "He didn't know it at the beginning, there's nothing we can do about it."

"That's true, but we have to live our lives. Anyway, I, Wang, get a headache just thinking about that scene. How can you sleep with such a big snake in your arms..." Wang Xiong scratched his head hard, thinking very seriously.

"Come on, look at your character." Luo Ting couldn't help but laugh and curse, and then continued: "Tell me, if you were looking for a wife, what kind of person would you like to find?"

"She must be big and strong, able to work hard in the fields during the day, and able to thump when she sits on me at night. That kind of wife is good. A thin and tender wife is nothing!"

It can be heard that Wang Xiong has been thinking for a long time. When he said this, everyone burst into laughter, only Luo Ting pointed at him and scolded: "Why don't you just marry a cow and take it home!"

"I would consider it if there was a bull demon like that," Wang Xiong scratched his head again, grinned, and said, "Mr. Fang, don't you have a marriage partner? How did you choose the person?"

"Me? I think it's all about fate. It's mainly because we've been together for a while and we get along really well, and then gradually we developed feelings for each other." Thinking of the past, he also laughed.

"Could it be that she is a secluded lady arranged by her family?" Luo Ting said jokingly, becoming interested. "I have seen many sons of noble families looking for the most beautiful girls in brothels, writing poems and spending a lot of money. Do you have any idea?"

"Neither." He shrugged helplessly.

Plugged decent women into the water, persuaded prostitutes to change their ways...tsk tsk, it's the same in every world.

"That's right, Brother Luo, you are so tactless, and you are spending money like that," Wang Xiong clapped his hands and said shockingly, "Look at how handsome our Mr. Fang is, it must be the girls in the brothel who gave him the money!"

Hearing this, everyone laughed so hard that they fell down all over the place, making the boy blush and the little bump was gone.

When night fell, the group found a dilapidated temple to stay overnight.

Luo Ting also bowed to the shabby Buddha statue, but seeing that no one else followed suit, Fang Xiwen didn't pay much attention to it.

A bonfire was lit under the dilapidated Babaotai. He took out the map by the firelight and compared it with the information Jiang Xingchu had sorted out before, and he had some idea in his mind.

According to the plan, he should separate from this group tomorrow. Xinggong's intelligence gathering ability is still very strong. Although the few words are very brief, there is no situation where they are vague.

After looking at it again, he just put the thing back in his arms and put it away when he saw Luo Ting coming over with two jugs of wine.

"Drinking again?" Fang Xiwen was so angry that he almost laughed.

"You can't stop drinking wine for a day," Luo Ting sat down next to him, tilted his head back and drank it, making a 'ha' sound, and handed him a pot, "Do you want some?"

"I don't really want it." Despite saying that, Fang Xiwen still snatched it away, took a sip, and wiped his mouth, "I'm afraid this will be the last drink I'll have with you."

"Burp, hahaha!" Luo Ting patted the floor and laughed heartily, "A kid I've only known for a few days actually cares so much about my safety. I would never have believed it in the past!

Little ghost, you are too kind, you will suffer a great loss if you do this."

"Just eat it. This way my thoughts will become clearer." Fang Xiwen took another sip and smiled.

The flickering light of the bonfire gradually disappeared, and it began to rain outside. Raindrops passed through the eaves of the dilapidated temple and fell obliquely on the two people, soaking their clothes.

Luo Ting didn't take it seriously and shook the wine gourd casually, "Which friend is in trouble?"

"You old thing, you don't want to say anything, but now you come to ask about me?" He threw his head back and fell to the ground, using a piece of cloth to block some of the rain. "I won't tell you. Anyway, we have a long way to go tomorrow, so we'll meet again later."

"Little devil, you are very petty."

"So what?"

"Tell me about the situation, maybe I'd like to go with you." Luo Ting finished his wine, threw the gourd away, and fell down with a thud.

"Tsk, don't try to fool me." He had a good memory and didn't take out the note at this time. He thought and said: "Master Xuan Ku from Shaolin Temple was traveling in Jiangzhou before. He stayed at Qiling Temple a few days ago and was beaten to death in the house with the "Blood Transformation Palm".

This is the palm technique of the Blood Robe Cult. When the body was discovered, there was nothing unusual on the outside, but everything inside had festered.

However, the Six Gates searched everywhere but could not find any trace of the Blood Robe Cult. The person who had the closest relationship with the sect was Canglang Master Jiang Xizhi. "

"Oh, you're my good friend?"

"I guess so. The previous patriarch of the Jiang family was once the leader of the Blood Robe Cult and even set up rituals at home, so Xizhi was also suspected," Fang Xiwen said with some emotion, "Although he insisted that he couldn't use the Blood Palm, everyone around him suspected him. Now he can't get away and is running around looking for the murderer."

"Nonsense," Luo Ting couldn't help laughing, "Master Xuan Ku was a monk of discipline, and his cultivation level was at least seven or eight orifices high, how could he be beaten to death in the room by a little young man?

Unless they poison or attack by surprise, but the bald monks in Shaolin Temple are very sensitive to these things..."

"I don't know. Anyway, he is the only one found nearby who is related to the Blood Robe Cult, so that's it." Fang Xiwen shrugged.

I saw Luo Ting bowing to the Buddha statue before, and now he calls the monks of Shaolin Temple bald donkeys. This old guy’s beliefs are a bit weird.

Hearing this, Luo Ting stretched himself and said with a smile, "I'm good at making friends everywhere, so I'll go with you. But you're a very loyal guy, and you've come all the way here."

"I don't have many friends." Fang Xiwen glanced at him quietly.

Seeing this, Luo Ting sat up immediately, looking quite happy, and pointed at himself and said, "Am I one?"

"Uh, barely?"

"Come on, you've already drunk two of my drinks!"

Chapter 150: The Formless Tribulation Finger

Just as Fang Xiwen said, Jiang Xizhi is now in a big trouble.

Ever since that incident happened in his family, he and the entire Jiang family were suspected of having a connection with the Blood Robe Cult. In order to clear this name, he had to come out and walk the rivers and lakes early, hoping to redeem his reputation with the three-foot-long sword in his hand.

That day at the riverside, a friend performed a set of sea tide sword moves at the outdoor level in front of him. Since the other party performed without reservation, Jiang Xizhi gained a lot of insights. He went back and pondered for a while, combined with the family inheritance of "Lancang True Secret", and after a few days, his ears were opened and he reached the excellent level of the younger generation.

At first, his journey went smoothly. After he eliminated a few gangs of bandits and fought a few beautiful duels, the name of Master Canglang was gradually known to the people of Jiangzhou.

As a result, while traveling here, he encountered the inexplicable death of Master Xuan Ku of Shaolin Temple, and the murderer was related to the Blood Robe Cult - and after the Six Gates investigated the case, it turned out that the only person within a hundred miles who had close ties with the Blood Robe Cult was him!

But after all, there was no definite evidence, so Jiang Xizhi's personal freedom was not restricted. However, the gazes of people around him always pierced him like needles, making him very uncomfortable.

At first he was still very optimistic, because Shaolin was a major martial arts sect after all, and the murder of the monks in the temple would never be exposed. They did notify someone to deal with it - their own person who was on the list and ranked 36th and was nearby, "Buddha Heart Finger" Zhenrong.

However, this person is a martial arts fanatic.

Zhen Rong used the pretext of capturing members of the Blood Robe Cult to attract many strong young talents, but he never mentioned the case and just pulled them together to compete with each other.

From time to time, he would come to find Jiang Xizhi, who could neither refuse nor agree, so he could only urge him to deal with it quickly in a roundabout way. However, Zhenrong kept agreeing with him, but did not take any action.

After all, he was not arrested. Jiang Xizhi could just walk away if he wanted to, but the dirty water would never be washed away. If the case was hastily closed and he was blamed for it, who would he go to for justice?

If I don't deal with it, I can't get rid of it, and I can't find it. I'm stuck here.

...

...

That night, Baihua Manor at the foot of the Qiling Temple Mountain was brightly lit and a grand banquet was held.

Sitting at the top was a tall monk with broad shoulders and a thick waist, thick eyebrows, and rough skin, showing that he had profound horizontal training skills.

This person is Buddha's Heart Pointing to Zhenrong. He entered Shaolin not to become a monk, but purely for the 72 unique skills, to learn the art.

So even after he became a monk, he still retained his secular habits, and drinking and eating meat were common occurrences - when he was traveling outside, the temple's precepts could not be so strict, not to mention that he was an extremely outstanding disciple of this generation, so the elders all turned a blind eye.

Now Zhen Rong has invited many friends and the room is full of guests. He is enjoying the atmosphere very much. He grabs a large piece of beef and stuffs it into his mouth, laughing: "Jiangzhou is really full of talents. The consecutive battles these days are so exciting. This trip is worth it!"

He spoke in a very rough manner, but called himself a little monk, which sounded extremely incongruous.

Hearing this, everyone agreed, and Jiang Xizhi was also sitting at the bottom, eating with his head down.

This party was like hell to him. There were always vague gazes piercing him from all directions, and because his ears were open, he could hear other people's whispers very clearly.

"How dare he sit here, even though he killed someone's elder..."

"Hush, then he'll kill you with his Blood Transformation Palm!"

"Hehe, I'm not afraid as long as Master Zhenrong is here."

Jiang Xizhi looked around and saw that they were a group of young men and women. These people were deceived by illusions, and he would not blame them.

But I still felt nervous when I listened to it, as if I had really done something wrong.

Zhen Rong put one foot on the chair, grabbed a jar of wine and drank it, saying loudly: "Tomorrow I want to challenge 'Dao Qi Hao Ran', I wonder if you are free for a while?"

Without waiting for the man to reply, there was a bang and Jiang Xizhi slammed the table and stood up.

He had been holding back his anger for a long time. It was fun for you to challenge various masters, but I am still being smeared with dirt. He couldn't help but question, "I can understand your desire to meet the powerful, but there is a murder case at the moment!