Fairy, I really am a villain!

Hearing this, his face turned pale and he forced a smile: "Of course, I will go when I have time."

After chatting for a while, the wine boiled and Luo Ting filled two large bowls with it without spilling a drop.

The two of them lifted the wine up with their hands, tilted their heads back and gulped it down, then slapped the bowl and let out a hearty "Ha!"

"Lao Luo, is this drunken immortal drunk? Are you fighting like that?"

"It's our last meal, so we have to enjoy it to our heart's content," Luo Ting said with a heroic smile, "Boy, are you leaving in a few days?"

"Well, I have to go to Longchuan to do some work."

He didn't hide anything. Luo Ting looked at him for a while and said, "Then you have to be careful of Yuwen Chou. He likes to cause trouble everywhere with his bunch of pig-dog brothers. It is said that he has recently connected with the Demon Cult. There are spies from the Six Gates investigating him.

If you have nothing else to do, please avoid Guangling."

Luo Ting knew that the book he was repairing was probably written by a noble family, perhaps even the Fang family in Shendu, but considering his pride, he did not ask in detail;

Look at how he is not valued. He is clearly on the list of people, but he doesn’t even have a guard around him. He wears those old blue shirts all day long - he must be a bastard or a side branch. He can’t be the lecherous and useless Third Young Master, right?

"I don't need to." Fang Xiwen responded, thinking that this trip was to deal with them.

After consulting him about the situation in Longchuan for a while, Luo Ting talked about his plan: "I am going to leave home and try to break through the gate of life and death."

The ancestral orifice between the eyebrows is the limit between heaven and man.

“…Have you thought it through?” After a moment of silence, his voice became serious.

"Well, although I can't say that I have wasted my time in the past ten or twenty years, I haven't made many progress," Luo Ting said, looking up at him and smiling with relief: "If anything happens to me, this whole family will be entrusted to you."

"Old man, are you going to plant the flag here?"

Fang Xiwen said this unhappily, knowing that the old man had let go of his worries and the success rate should be very high.

Suddenly, he leaned back and said with a leisurely smile: "Lao Luo, how confident are you that you can break through? Do you want me to give you some pointers?"

"Tsk, you were still playing in the mud when I was nine-orifice, and you're still giving me pointers."

"Then take a look at this?"

As he spoke, Fang Xiwen gently placed a book on the table and pushed it over.

"Blue Sky Sword Scripture?"

Seeing this, Luo Ting frowned, subconsciously picked up the book with both hands, and flipped through a few pages.

As he was turning the pages of the book, there were two clicks and a formation plate fell down. The concealing formation unfolded silently and the surroundings became hazy.

However, Luo Ting didn't notice it at all;

He only heard a loud bang as if his head was hit hard by someone. The opening outline alone cleared up countless difficult points in his cultivation.

It was as if a door had opened, revealing endless light.

Not to mention the higher levels, at least the road to becoming a master is laid out thoroughly and clearly in front of him, and all he needs to do is to make slight adjustments to his inner world before opening the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows.

That's it.

In an instant, Luo Ting's eyes changed from shock to horror; he looked at Fang Xiwen and found that the latter's eyes had also become solemn.

“…What is this?”

"This is the result of a person's hard work after going through life and death and overcoming countless hardships." He lowered his eyes, "Don't ask me where I got it from."

This was the first time that Luo Ting had lost his composure like this—at least since Fang Xiwen had known him.

The old man put the book on the table tremblingly and poured himself a full glass of wine.

The Biluo Sword Scripture is a complete replacement for the Biluo Heart Method and does not conflict with the original exercise route at all. It has made godly changes on this basis, turning it from a second-rate exercise into a divine skill that directly targets the Dharma body.

According to his knowledge, the author is at least a Dharmakaya, and must have first cultivated the Bi Luo Heart Method, and also possessed sword skills that far exceeded his current realm.

Even those old guys in the family who have lived for a hundred or two hundred years can't do this. Among the people he knows -

Only my eldest daughter.

Luo Ting poured himself a glass of wine, drank half of it tremblingly, and spilled the other half.

He poured another glass, drank half and spilled the other half; he did not know how many times he had repeated this. His eyes were red from drinking. He really did not ask anything, nor did he pay any attention to Fang Xiwen. He just held the Bi Luo Sword Scripture in his arms and stumbled down the platform.

Chapter 184 Sister knows nothing

In the Luo family compound, in Luo Qingni's boudoir.

As soon as he knocked gently, the door opened and the girl pulled him in, bolting it behind her.

"What were you doing just now? Driving so fast?" he asked suspiciously, looking back at the door bolt.

…What does this mean?

"I'm practicing." Luo Qingni pulled him to sit on the bed, puffed out her chest, and said with some pride: "I've opened my mouth, is it powerful?"

"It's amazing, but don't you need to hone your skills?"

"I've been tempered in the spiritual realm," she stretched out her little hand, her face flushed, "I want a reward!"

"Here."

Fang Xiwen took out a book and placed it in her hand.

Looking at the extremely familiar and ugly handwriting, Luo Qingni frowned and flipped through the pages for a while: "When have I ever written something like this?"

"There's no way you could write that." He said in mock annoyance.

"But this is my handwriting!" Luo Qingni was very unconvinced and raised it up to show him, "Look, look, a normal person wouldn't put a stroke here."

“You also know that your writing style is not normal…”

Her eyes lit up as she read the book. She ran to the desk with the book in her arms, sat down, spread the book on the table and started reading.

Fang Xiwen didn't explain anything and let her take a quick look at it.

After a while, Luo Qingni raised her little face with an unconvinced expression: "I, I can't write this book now... She is so powerful, I am so angry."

"What are you angry about?"

"This book writer is laughing at me for being stupid. She marked out a lot of simple parts, but I really don't know how to do them. This is so bullying." Luo Qingni puffed up her face in anger.

Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing twice, then nodded vigorously: "Since you are so powerful, should you change your main cultivation method to this?"

"Well, but it needs some changes. This person has not learned the Mingyue Sword Technique, and I am better in this respect." Luo Qingni grabbed the pen, and became proud again, circling and drawing on the book.

This guy's handwriting is really ugly;

She is a pretty girl. Her handwriting is like a worm crawling. Wow...

"Are you laughing at me?" Luo Qingni turned her head and looked at him.

"No, I'm laughing at the person who wrote this book. Her handwriting is so ugly."

"And you still say you're not laughing at me!"

Luo Qingni dropped her pen and pounced over with an "Awooo", and the two of them started fighting again.

While playing around, Fang Xiwen suddenly remembered that the Sword Immortal had not joined the Mingyue Sword Sect; that is to say, the two had had differences in their "intentions" long ago.

If they fight, who will win, pure "Blue Sky Sword Intention" or "The Bright Moon on the Sea and the Rising Tide"?

It’s scary just thinking about it…but, I don’t think they will fight.

...

...

After successfully sending out two copies of the Bi Luo Sword Scripture, Fang Xiwen had completed most of the preparations to leave the Luo family.

He didn't have much luggage to begin with, not to mention the convenient thing called the mustard ring... He just needed to put away all the bedding, clothes, etc. and clean up.

He had one more thing to do before leaving.

He took out a huge lotus pedestal from the mustard seed ring and set up three lotus lanterns. Various agate gems were inlaid on them, shining with colorful lights.

This was the prop he had used in his previous remote conversation with Fang Tianyu. At that time, he said that this was a thing of the Maitreya Sect and its content might be monitored. To be on the safe side, he closed all the doors and windows and set up a concealing formation.

As soon as this thing was assembled, a round light appeared: a burly marquis in a dragon robe and a jade belt around his waist appeared, with a majestic look on his face.

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Fang Tianyu got straight to the point: "Xiwen, is there anything you need help with for your father?"

"It's not a big deal. Are you in the Marquis' Mansion now?" He was a little curious.

He answers so quickly every time. Is it possible that he really has nothing to do at home?

Hearing this, Fang Tianyu leaned to the side, and a field of flowers appeared in the camera, colorful and splendid, "Yes, your father is enjoying the flowers."

He was just short of saying that he was too idle, and he was secretly complaining in his heart.

"You are so elegant. By the way, what do you think of the Wang family's marriage?"

"I've heard that the girl is pretty good. Why, are you attracted to her?" Fang Tianyu said with a smile.

"I've seen her from a distance before. Miss Wang is really beautiful." Thinking that this conversation might be monitored, Fang Xiwen deliberately put on an anxious look and rubbed his hands.

Seeing this, Fang Tianyu's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. He took two steps forward and asked anxiously: "Xiwen? Xiwen? Why can't I hear you speak!"

Then, he threw a punch secretly, the punch was concentrated but not released, neither upstream nor in the middle, very mysterious;

I saw the Buddha's light ripple like waves, suddenly bright for a while, and then suddenly dim.

"…Alright," Fang Tianyu let out a breath and lowered his sleeves, "It can only last for half an incense stick. This method cannot be used too often, or it will arouse suspicion."

After seeing that the monitoring was blocked, Fang Xiwen stopped pretending and said, "I never asked before, this thing should be given to you by the emperor, right?"

"Smart. Last time I left the house without permission, the second brother was sent to Jingshui City to guard it. Now that we are far away from the capital, we are also using this thing to communicate. It's really damn unlucky."

The Marquis obviously had been holding a grudge for a long time, and couldn't help but curse. Fang Xiwen felt a little emotional.

Look, the Fang family is still loyal, but they are treated like this - remote surveillance, personal imprisonment, and forced promotion - it's no wonder that Wang Anyang wanted to rebel.

As a member of the Wang family, you can die for your country, but you cannot die to protect your Gao family's kingdom.

"The old emperor is cooperating with Maitreya. Isn't he afraid of courting disaster?"

"Of course I'm not afraid, because the people we're working with are the Song family." Fang Tianyu didn't dwell on this topic and waved his hand: "Xiwen, let's get down to business."

"In fact, it's okay not to hide the marriage from the old emperor, but in this case, I'll tell you the truth." He expressed his speculation about the Wang family.

Ever since the head of the family, Wang Yunzhi, the number one Grandmaster on the Earth Ranking, was seriously injured and retired, the Wang family has been severely damaged and has been very weak for the past ten years. There have been traitors in the family and demons from outside have infiltrated.