Fairy, I really am a villain!

Luo Ting never did such a thing in the past. Although he was anxious, he also felt that his daughter would not be in trouble if no one wanted her. At most, he would show her a portrait. In the end, no one liked it, which made Luo Ting doubt his own judgment.

But this guy is really to his liking. Not only is he handsome, capable, and has a good personality... If he really succeeds, he can even hear him calling him father-in-law, and he will even give him wine to honor him.

With the idea that he would never see it again, Luo Ting had completely lost his face and tried to persuade her: "Xiwen, it's not a big deal whether we meet or not, but we are close friends after all, and my family happens to be in Guihua Mountain, so we should have a meal together, right?"

"So close? That's not impossible." Fang Xiwen agreed casually. He thought that Luo Ting was knowledgeable and that the gift he wanted to bring to his door was good, so he made full use of it;

Luo Ting felt that once he got to his house, he would have no right to leave if the boy wanted to;

The two men had different thoughts. A cunning smile flashed across their faces, but soon they became enthusiastic again, drinking from each other.

Chapter 162 Happy Meeting

Fang Xiwen finally got on the boat to Guihua Mountain.

In return, there were soldiers from the Longwei Army protecting them along the way, so there wouldn't be any problems. The passengers on the boat included him, Luo Ting, Jiang Xizhi, and the brothers from the Longxing Escort Agency.

In the battle with the demon clan, because Fang Xiwen's negotiations were timely, there were basically no casualties among the young talents who came to fight.

They were quite smart and were well honed. Zhenrong even came to thank him before leaving, but Fang Xiwen didn't give him a good face and just sent him away.

Look at how Xizhi has been tortured. He was already giving him face by not chopping him with his sword, what a damn monk.

It is said that when they were intimidated by the power of the Demon King, Ye Baiyu secretly made a move and killed the wolf demon who was half a step away from the scene. The bezoars, fur, two formed demon pills and other things were all taken away by him, and it is unknown how much demon blood the giant sword drank.

The biggest winner of this battle belongs to .

But even so, some people still accused him of being self-protective and having no sense of loyalty. After hearing this, Fang Xiwen went over and gave these people a lecture. He had a high status and his contributions were impeccable, so the former had no choice but to shut up.

In his opinion, Ye Baiyu objectively helped a lot, and it was really unjustifiable that he was scolded.

This guy has always been willing to do anything to become stronger, and Fang Xiwen hates him. Not only does he have a grudge against him, but if he has the chance to kill this guy, he will not show mercy. However, if we look at the matter objectively, we still have to distinguish between merits and demerits.

"Nineteenth on the Human Ranking, Ling Xiao Wu Ji... Damn, why is his nickname so nice?" Thinking of this, Fang Xiwen even wanted to tear down the six doors and sighed: "Alas, the appearance of the great emperor."

The main skill of the surname Ye is Tianyu Wuji, and his famous sword move is the scene-level Tianyu Luojiuxiao, so it is not surprising that he has this nickname. Thinking about his nickname, he became even more depressed.

At this time, the bow of the boat was rippling with green waves, the sails were inflated, and the boatmen were walking back and forth on the deck, avoiding the young man lying in the middle to bask in the sun.

The waterway to Osmanthus Mountain was not far, and it would take at most two days. At this time, he was reading a book on formations. After a while of wandering thoughts, he covered his face with the book, feeling a little confused.

Now that he has mastered both types of internal skills, his combat power has reached a new level. He has also mastered the first three moves of the Emperor's Sword Technique, and has two hidden external true meanings. He thinks that his combat awareness and reaction are good, but -

Why am I not harmful?

If it was a Nine Apertures with ordinary inheritance, like the casual cultivator Yan Feng who died at the hands of Fang Qingxiao a long time ago, then he felt that he could still fight;

But for someone like the Bull Demon who is half a step away from the outside, or Luo Ting who has returned to his original state with nine orifices, it seems that they have almost no chance of winning.

I thought I had t0.5 before, but now it seems that even t1 is not enough...

If I face Ye Baiyu again, I guess he will enter the state of Emperor in a few moves, and then he will shake the ring grandfather over...

If you can't beat them, there's no chance of winning in a one-on-one fight.

The sword master once said, "Your talent is not in swordsmanship." So where is it?

After thinking for a while, the time for regular contact has come. There is a ding-dong sound, and lines of text pop up impatiently in the void:

[Little Fool: Xiwen, haven't you arrived yet? Did you run into any trouble on the way? Do you want me to help you? ]

[Fang: Something happened, but it’s over now. It will arrive in two days.]

【Little Fool: That's good. The New Year is coming soon, and Daddy will be back soon. Can you spend the New Year at my house? Okay?】

He could see the blinking eyes from far away, and he laughed and shook his head.

Chinese New Year is a strange word to him. Making dumplings, having family reunion dinner, watching Spring Festival Gala… who else can he do it with?

[Fang: Okay, okay, I'll agree to everything you ask. By the way, I want to ask in advance, what kind of person is uncle...? ]

[Little Fool: Daddy has a very good temper. If he likes someone, he will take that person out for a drink. But don't be afraid. If he doesn't like you, I will beat him up for you!]

It's a bit too much.

[Fang: ...Don't worry, I can drink quite well now, and I can practice for two more days on the way here.]

【Little Fool: Be careful not to drink too much and get yourself in trouble. 】

[Fang: Don't worry, I have great internal strength. Send me the address of your home, and I'll come to your door with the stuff later.]

[Little Fool: Okay. Go into the city first, go straight, and come to a restaurant with a yellow flag. Turn left into the alley, and then walk out of the third fork in the alley. That is Uncle Liu’s home. Go two more streets…]

[Fang: ...You really won’t get lost on your way home? ]

Although Luo Qingni's positioning method was very abstract, it did not pose a problem for him, and he had some idea in his mind.

Suddenly, a kettle flew over from afar on the deck. Fang Xiwen picked it up and found it was bulging and smelled strongly of alcohol.

He sat up unhappily, "Drink again?"

"The weather is so nice, have a drink." Luo Ting came over, sat down next to him, and started to gulp down the drink.

Seeing this, he walked into the cabin and called Jiang Xizhi out. After telling him what happened, the three of them hit it off and formed a think tank to discuss the plan for their elders.

"If you say so, Xiwen, then I don't suggest that you just bring the wine over," Jiang Xizhi said seriously, "Although her father likes to drink, not everyone in the family likes it. I'm afraid that you will make others feel bad about it."

"How could it be!" Luo Ting secretly cried out in dismay, and quickly waved his hand: "If that old man Deng has the ability, I guarantee that his wife won't say a word; if he doesn't have the ability, he will be happier if you give him this wine. It's a timely help!"

"Is it true? Lao Luo, don't lie to me." Fang Xiwen was a little suspicious.

"Really! When have I ever lied to you?"

Seeing him nod, Luo Ting was overjoyed. He thought Fang Xiwen would definitely be kicked out, and then he would take this frustrated boy home, wouldn't he be able to bully him at will?

In case the force was not enough, he added: "No matter if you have ever drunk with him before or not, just go up to him and praise him for his alcohol tolerance, his love of drinking and his love for alcohol! I guarantee that Lao Deng will treat you like a close friend."

"I warn you, be respectful to my future father-in-law."

Seeing that Luo Ting was not very reliable, he began to discuss it with Jiang Xizhi. After thinking about it for a while, they both felt that this was a foolproof way to capture the person.

...

...

Two days passed quickly, and Fang Xiwen didn't even remember where he had passed. His heart had already flown away.

There is still about half an incense stick of time before docking, inside the cabin.

This is a cabin used for living, and it is temporarily requisitioned by three members of the think tank for pre-station preparations.

There was a dressing mirror in the middle, with a few clothes scattered on the ground, and a handsome man in brocade clothes standing in front of the mirror.

He changed back to the outfit he had worn when we first met. He was wearing a brocade robe with a belt, a jade pendant on his waist, and he had an upright posture, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes. He was absolutely 100% handsome.

The remaining two think tank members were circling around him, trying to find out what was missing.

"...You look quite decent when you dress up properly," Luo Ting stroked his chin, "No wonder, there's only a wrong name, not a wrong nickname."

He secretly stabbed Fang Xiwen, thinking to himself that this was not good. This guy looked pretty good, could he really be taken down by this guy?

"Really? Why don't I believe it? Xizhi, tell me about it."

"That's enough. If you walk out like this, everyone will say that Feng Liu Jian is worthy of his reputation and will be able to reproduce the glory of the past."

“…One or two people just can’t get over that nickname, right?” He was a little helpless.

After a while, the boat docked, and everyone got off the boat and walked towards the city near the ferry.

Jiang Xizhi had something to do, so he left early.

Only at this point did Fang Xiwen become a little nervous.

I haven't seen her for so long. Has she changed? How has she been doing these days?

Seeing that he looked nervous, Luo Ting immediately came up with an idea and said enthusiastically, "Xiwen, why don't you come to my house first and sit down to get a feel for it?"

“…Alright.” Fang Xiwen inexplicably felt homesick and agreed without thinking too much.

So the two of them walked arm in arm into the city, turned left in front of the restaurant with a yellow flag, entered the alley, and took the third fork...something seemed more and more wrong. Why was it so similar to the address Luo Qingni gave him?

Luo Ting was afraid that he would go back on his word, so he walked very quickly and soon pulled him to the door.

The two of them stood in front of the vermilion gate. The door knocker was decorated with some patina, and on both sides were stone statues that guarded the house. The red couplets were a little peeling, and it read "There is a benevolent spirit in the house, and the spring is eternal. The family has more virtue and blessings, and the fortune is long."

Fang Xiwen checked it over and over again, and suddenly felt something extremely absurd. He said in a dry voice: "Old Luo, how many families with the surname Luo are there in this city?"

"Huh? My family is the only one here." Luo Ting pushed the door open.

There was wind blowing through the gate, in the yard there were rockeries and flowing water, and an elm tree towering like a canopy, and under the tree there was a girl -

Dancing with swords.

She was dressed in a simple green dress, with her sleeves swaying slightly, and the sword light was fluctuating like a moving sea;

The girl's expression was cold, and her wrist seemed to be holding up the layers of tides. She struck out three times in succession, and the sword force evolved to its limit, suddenly becoming a circle, like a bright moon hanging high in the sky;

The leaves fell like snow, drifting on the tip of the sword.

The first half was the familiar Biluo Sword Technique, and the second half was the seamless Mingyue Sword Technique - the bright moon on the sea and the rising tide. She had already merged the two unrelated sword techniques to create a new sword technique. Her swordsmanship had reached this level.

Looking at that cold look, Fang Xiwen froze for a moment. He felt the chill running from his heels to the top of his head, and his heart seemed to be grasped by someone.

Sword Immortal?

Suddenly, the girl turned her head following some sharp intuition. She was stunned for a moment, and her clear big eyes lit up instantly. She threw away the sword and rushed over like an arrow.

At this time, Luo Ting was still satisfied with Fang Xiwen's reaction - this kid must have been stunned. Thinking back to how he was so stubborn at the beginning, it only made him laugh!

Then, he saw his daughter suddenly rushing over, and he was overjoyed.

I've never received such a warm welcome before. Could it be that I've been away from home for too long?

Luo Ting took a few steps forward and opened his arms proudly.

"Xiwen!"

With a "puff" sound, Luo Qingni ran past him and fell into the arms of the young man in brocade clothes like a young swallow flying into the forest, her voice as crisp as that of a little thrush.

Luo Ting: “?”

"I, I miss you so much. I've been waiting for you at home for a month. I thought something happened to you on the road..." The girl nudged him with her head, sounding like she was complaining and acting coquettishly.

Seeing this silly look, Fang Xiwen's grudge instantly disappeared, and he laughed when he heard it: "We are in contact every day, so how could something go wrong?"

"Because I can't see you," Luo Qingni raised her head from his arms and stared at him with her big eyes for a while, "You've become more beautiful again."