Fairy, I really am a villain!

Now Yuwen Di has already reached the second level of the outer realm. Compared with Luo Ting who is still in the ninth level, there is truly a world of difference between them.

"Oh, isn't this Xiao Wenxuan?" Yuwen Di laughed, "We are future in-laws, why are you calling each other so distant? And drinking with this kind of person, isn't that lowering your status?"

Hearing this, Wang Wenxuan understood and immediately became furious.

They came to put pressure on the marriage, and maybe they were acting on the orders of their superiors. The strength of the soldiers behind them was also quite good... Could the Gao family be so greedy?

Seeing that Wang Wenxuan remained calm, Yuwen Di looked at Luo Ting.

The latter ignored him completely and just walked and drank the jar of wine, staggering and singing an unknown song.

Yuwen Di was used to being domineering, and seeing him so arrogant, he immediately grabbed him with one hand with a grim smile. Of course, he didn't dare to kill Luo Ting, but he could still insult him a little.

"you dare!!"

Without hesitation, Wang Wenxuan jumped up, drew his long sword out of its sheath, and chopped down with the shining tip of the sword pointing at the moon.

Before the knife fell, the righteous energy around gathered together and shone into a golden light, trying to trap Yuwen Di!

All nine orifices open, nature and man become one!

As if in response, Luo Ting's swaying figure suddenly stopped. He threw the wine jar away, and a flash of cold light appeared out of thin air, and a sword pointed into the air.

Blue sea and sky!

The two men's attack came so fast that although Yuwen Qiu attacked hastily, he immediately changed his grab to a horizontal slap, which should have knocked the two men away;

But he was affected by "Tianxin", and used up 50% of his strength in one move, and was actually chopped in half by Wang Wenxuan, with a knife and a sword hitting his forehead and throat respectively.

Yuwen Chou's throat twitched, and the guards around him woke up as if from a dream, and shouted: "What do you want to do!"

"Ha, back then I was able to defeat you with one sword, and I can do it now," Luo Ting put away his sword, and the sound of the ballad gradually faded away, "As for whether I have made any progress, I have not made any progress at all."

Hearing this, Wang Wenxuan, who landed gracefully, laughed out loud. He ignored Yuwenchou's dark face and extended his hand to invite him: "Mr. Yuwen is really good at this. Please come in."

Yuwen Qiu walked in with a wave of his sleeves. Even if he was hit hard by those two blows, nothing would happen to him. How could his body, which had been cleansed by the power of heaven and earth, be easily injured?

But he had indeed lost. As a first-rate master of the second level of the outer scene, he was actually defeated by two Nine Apertures working together. It would be really laughable if people could tell others about it.

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...

Lao Luo drank too much and was staggering when he walked.

In fact, in the first half, he was so busy counseling Wang Wenxuan that he was not drunk at all; but in the second half, he was provoked by Yuwen Chou and his defense was really broken. He didn't care whether he was drunk or not, and just gulped down the wine.

He was ranked seventh on the list of people of that generation, nicknamed 'Green Lotus Drunken Immortal'; Yuwen Qiu was always outside the 30s or 40s, and later he was automatically removed from the list when he was over 25 years old. To put it bluntly, he was not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

But now, others have opened the gate of life and death and become powerful external forces that suppress one side, while he is still standing still.

Luo Ting didn't say anything, but his behavior was quite arrogant - but he actually felt uncomfortable in his heart.

As he walked into the city, he saw a figure in front of him. It was thin and tall, like a ghost, and muttered, "What the hell dares to block my way..."

"Old Luo, you must have drunk too much to be stupid. Is Wang's wine really that good?"

"Oh, it's Xiwen..."

The "thin ghost" came over, grabbed his arm, and lifted him up with his solid and warm back, gloating: "You're drunk like this, wait and see how your aunt will teach you a lesson."

There was a little angel following behind the ghost, who asked in a clear and concerned voice: "Daddy, why are you drinking so much..."

The little cotton-padded jacket does care about him after all.

The two of them were worried about Luo Ting not coming back, so they went out to greet him. They didn't expect that he would be so drunk.

"Okay, I'm here. Go ask your aunt to make some sobering soup." Fang Xiwen waved his hand, and Luo Qingni ran away. They were the only ones walking on the street.

"What's the matter? Tell me." After a moment of silence, he sighed.

"What did you say?" Luo Ting's eyes were hazy.

"It's just the two of us, and you're still pretending. If you weren't bullied, would you drink like this?"

Hearing this, Luo Ting laughed out loud.

For the first time, he felt that his daughter's marriage had become an obstacle. This brat was really sensible. It would be great to have such a buddy. How come he became my son-in-law?

"It's not a big deal," Luo Ting shook his head, "It's just that someone who used to be inferior to me is now doing well, so I said a few words to him."

"That's it. Tell me his name and I'll slap him twice for you."

"Hahaha, if you go over there you'll have to be slapped to death." Luo Ting was very happy with the thought, but he was unwilling to let the boy take risks.

In fact, he was wrong. If Fang Xiwen really went, Yuwen Qiu really wouldn't dare to do anything to him, because Xuanping Hou was putting pressure on him.

Even the royal lackeys are divided into different levels. If pushed to the limit, Fang Tianyu can defeat the three brothers of the Yuwen family alone.

"It's not like we can't draw now. Can't we get the location permit before going?" Fang Xiwen has always been a future warrior.

"Okay, okay, you can see really far."

Luo Ting was somewhat emotional. Even this kid with only six orifices was aiming at the entrance, so why couldn't he do the same?

Is it the constraint of family or an excuse you make for yourself?

He couldn't figure it out. In a trance, the alcohol started to rise, and he was carried into the Luo family compound.

The yard was brightly lit, and sounds of busyness could be heard everywhere. Lights were flickering in the kitchen, making the tiled windows glow warmly.

Luo Ting suddenly felt like a piece of shit. The mother and daughter were waiting for him at home, but he was drunk like this.

He saw his wife coming out with a bowl of soup in her hand. There was no anger on her face, but instead some...kindness.

This gaze was not directed at him, but at the person who was carrying him on his back.

Yes, it’s not just a mother and daughter group anymore…

"Aunt, give it to me, I will take care of old...uncle." Fang Xiwen took the bowl of sobering soup steadily and asked Luo Ting to sit down at the stone table in the yard.

Luo Qingni trotted over and whispered in his ear: "Xiwen, Daddy was never like this before."

"Is it because I'm here?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

The girl's face turned red for no reason.

After saying this, he had already scooped up a spoonful of hangover soup, but after thinking about it, he put it down again and said with a smile: "Let him get drunk for once, I'm here for you."

"Thank you very much for your help." Hearing this, Luo's mother nodded gently at him and actually didn't say much.

After a while, Luo Qingni hugged him quietly and ran back to the room.

"Okay, drink up and don't waste the opportunity I worked so hard to get." Fang Xiwen patted the table.

Hearing this, Luo Ting grinned, said nothing, and just looked up at the sky: At this moment, the night was falling, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the dew on the eaves gathered into a line and fell down.

Even if he is gone, there will be someone to take care of his concerns;

"Dog Taoist, I think I have found the missing piece." He said for no reason.

"What a mess! Go open that jar of Drunken Immortal," Fang Xiwen ordered. "Since your aunt has given you permission, let's drink one."

"…it is good."

Not long after, a small stove was set up in the yard. It was the same one used during the escort mission, and now it was warming a pot of drunken wine.

Fang Xiwen was watching the fire when he suddenly remembered something and said, "Lao Luo, you said before that it was homemade rice wine. Why is your aunt still willing to make wine for you to drink?"

"Yes."

"Why is she so strict?"

"She has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She doesn't say it, but she must feel that she and her daughter are a burden to me. She wants to satisfy my little hobby, but she's also afraid that I'll drink too much and ruin my life.

But in fact, if it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be who I am today.”

"Hey, you know everything but you don't tell me. Isn't that just making Auntie worried?"

"How could that be? She knows it." Luo Ting smiled and shook his head, "She knows everything."

The wine was quickly warmed up. Generally speaking, wine cannot be boiled because the alcohol will evaporate. It is similar to the Drunken Immortal. As long as it is boiled slightly higher than the mouth temperature, the taste will be very good.

Fang Xiwen poured a glass of wine for both of them, feeling a little emotional.

The Luo Ting couple touched him a lot. After living there for a while, he realized that they didn't communicate much, but they had a tacit understanding with each other, which he envied.

In order not to waste good wine, the two did not use their internal energy, and after drinking half a glass, they were both a little drunk.

"Lao Luo, you are really an iron man. You can finish two large meals in one night."

"What's the big deal? When I was young, I was so fierce that I would not sleep until the moon slept..."

Under the quiet moonlight, the two chatted about everything under the sun.

He learned that Luo Ting left an ancient family and started to venture into the world at a very early age; he gave up the first half of his life and was alone before he met his wife.

To some extent, Luo Ting is quite similar to him, but the old man is free and easy by nature and feels more comfortable alone; Fang Xiwen, on the other hand, prefers to be with others, it is better to have some liveliness.

And even such a person has a lover who accepts everything and a warm family.

“Green Lotus Wine Immortal?!” When talking about nicknames in Jianghu, he stood up and pointed at Luo Ting and said, “Such a shameless title, I guess you must have come up with it yourself!”

"Oh, no, no, it's all because of my brothers in the underworld..." Luo Ting shook his head with emotion.

"I really can't stand it anymore. I'm going to tear down the six doors tomorrow..." He was anxious, his defenses were broken, and it felt like ants were crawling on him.

Taking this opportunity, the two also talked about the origin of the nickname Feng Liujian.

“So we’re going to the place of fireworks, ahahahahaha!” Luo Ting laughed wildly and slammed the table, “No wonder your style is so different from others, others’ style is related to martial arts, but you just rely on your appearance…hahahaha…”

After a while, Fang Xiwen forced a smile: "I think I look pretty good in a fight."

The emperor's swordsmanship is majestic and he shamelessly named his sword intent "The World". Even when he is in the emperor state, his blood-red eyes are still handsome. How could he be given such an ugly nickname?

"Oh, you are still young, everything is possible in the future, there is no need to worry so much." Luo Ting saw that he was a little obsessed with the nickname, so he counseled him: "Your generation is much better than ours, wearing green shirts and riding horses, and traveling across the world.

In the past, the world was not as stable as it is now, and there were several cases of demons massacring cities..."

Luo Ting once had a close friend. The two of them were chased for thousands of miles and narrowly escaped death.

"It's exciting to listen to this story, but it would be terrible to experience it yourself..." Confused, Fang Xiwen felt like he had heard this story somewhere before, but he was drunk and couldn't remember it for a while.

The more Luo Ting spoke, the more excited he became. He was just like an old man showing off his youthful enthusiasm. Finally, he held his hands and said, "How could I have found such a close friend? Today, let's burn incense and become sworn brothers. How about that?"

"Good! What's wrong with that?"

"Okay, today, heaven is my witness and earth is my oath. You and I will become brothers. Luo is a little older..."