Fairy, I really am a villain!

The affairs of the Star Palace are no secret, and there are many people who pay attention to it.

This seemingly peaceful Xingping City has actually been surging with undercurrents.

"What do you want to do by attracting so many people?"

"It's not that I want to do it, but 'someone' will definitely do it," Fang Xiwen laughed and said meaningfully, "The Yun family's son is still reluctant to stay in Longchuan. Do you think he is just innocent and has not given up?"

While they were talking, the two had already entered the city, and the sky curtain covering their bodies was casually dispersed by Lin Huazhi.

The streets were filled with the noise of people, the coming and going of carriages, and the hawking of vendors; from time to time, scented handkerchiefs and hydrangeas would fall from the pavilions nearby, hitting someone on the head and causing a great noise.

"That's why you said that prisoners are not important," Lin Huazhi pulled him away from the crowd and said thoughtfully, "If we can get information out of them through torture, that would be the best. If we can't, just hang the body on the city gate and let the world know about it."

"Not bad, but I still need to put in a little more thought. They can be used for trading. My second sister's martial arts problem has not been solved yet. It would be great if there was a middleman."

There were many people around, so the two chatted for a while, quickly ended the serious conversation, and strolled on the street for a while.

Passing by a few stalls, Fang Xiwen bought some cakes and shared a few with Lin Huazhi. He smiled and said, "I want to thank Mr. Lin for his hard work recently, and also reward myself."

"Who should I give this little thing to?" She snorted and took it happily.

After taking a bite of the lower half, Lin Huazhi frowned and turned to look at him: "This cold cake is not very sweet, not very good."

"How could that be? I've bought it many times. Give it to me." He opened his mouth directly.

"Here." Lin Huazhi pushed the pastry in, her heart pounding.

Then she pressed her index finger lightly against his lips before pulling away.

"What? Isn't it delicious? Do you have such a strong taste?"

Fang Xiwen looked over in some confusion. The woman's face was slightly red from the sun.

"Maybe you've eaten too much sweets," Lin Huazhi stretched out her hand, "I want to taste yours too!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I've already eaten..."

"Stop talking nonsense and bring it here!"

Chapter 201 Is that place of his unusable?

Another morning, Liu Manhong pushed a cart of roasted sweet potatoes out of the city and set up a small stall beside the official road.

It has been a chilly spring recently and the weather has become a little cooler, so his business has been better.

Despite this, he was not very keen on selling sweet potatoes. He just casually put out things like stools and took out his pipe and started smoking.

"On the second day of the second month, the dragon raises its head... the Azure Dragon and the Seven Stars." He looked at the faintly visible stars in the sky and muttered to himself.

When pedestrians on the official road passed by and wanted to buy sweet potatoes, Lao Liu waved his hand casually: Just let them drop the copper coins on the car and take them. This nonchalant look lasted for a while, and then a simple sedan chair came out from a distance. It was square and carved with some hollow patterns. There were eight people carrying it in front and behind.

Seeing this, Liu Manhong put away his pipe, patted his butt, stood up, and kept his back straight.

The sedan stopped in front of the stall, the curtain was lifted, and a young man's voice came with a hint of laughter: "This stall is good, Lord Liu is very refined."

“For months, the wind and rain have not stopped.”

"Is there any harvest?"

"Your humble servant... I think money is hard to make." Old Liu saluted with his arms crossed and forced a smile on his wrinkled face.

The sedan chair suddenly became quiet, and the bearers looked at him with no expression of sadness or joy.

He secretly said "Oh no", he had been getting along very well with the kid named Fang recently, and he didn't stop talking casually in time.

"Master Liu, are you speaking for the poor people?"

"I dare not." He was covered in sweat.

"Okay, come on up." Without saying anything more, the sedan became quiet again.

Liu Manhong bowed again, stepped onto the crossbar, and climbed onto the sedan chair, then lowered the curtain.

The sedan chair went away, and the sweet potato stall was left on the roadside. The red charcoal was burning with crackling sounds and emitting warm warmth.

...

...

City Lord's Mansion.

There was a big stove in the yard, and a group of girls gathered around it roasting something. The sound sounded warm.

Lin Huazhi stood nearby, looking at this group of beautiful girls, thinking about something in her mind.

Fang has lived here for such a long time, but he has never made any move towards anyone. Instead, he is the one who has been “violated”…

strangeness.

All of these little fairies are very distinctive in appearance and are called fairies outside... Doesn't he have any idea about this?

Does he have some unspeakable secrets?

At this time, Xiaoxuan from the yard came over with a roasted sweet potato in her hand. She looked her up and down for a while and said with a smile, "Sister Lin, why don't you go roast some?"

"I'm working on location, so I'm not affected by cold or heat." She was wearing a narrow-sleeved shirt, pinching the hem of her long skirt and turning around, raising her eyebrows: "Are you envious?"

"Envy? I just feel pity."

"Would it be a pity not to eat your sweet potatoes? They are so rare."

"Who said that?" Xiao Xuan suddenly came over mysteriously, put her palm to her mouth, and said, "You know, Master Fang brought an eight-immortal table into the room, put a stove underneath, and stayed in the room for a while. It was very warm.

I heard there is still room for us, but since Lord Lin is immune to cold and heat, there is no point in going there..."

"Why doesn't it make sense?" Lin Huazhi immediately frowned, took off her coat, stared at Xiaoxuan's half-smile, swung her long, smooth legs and knocked on the door, "Mr. Fang, open the door!"

A few soft sounds.

"Please come in."

"Mr. Fang, I heard that you did something——"

Lin Huazhi pushed the door open neatly, and a warm feeling came over her, warming her heart.

She looked up and found that half of Fang Xiwen's body was under the table, covered with a quilt, and his right hand was writing something on a hard board.

His left hand was held by someone's arms. The beautiful woman with fair skin was leaning against him, her head resting on his shoulder, looking at the contents of the paper with her face tilted to the side.

"Do you need my help? What is it? I'm free."

Seeing that the visitor didn't speak for a long time, Fang Xiwen couldn't help it and asked.

In fact, he was also a little helpless.

Although he has profound internal strength, he is still a little afraid of cold, so a few days ago, he was lazy and made this thing, and he enjoyed it very much.

Li Muyu came to see him for something that day, and after seeing this novel thing, he happily squeezed in.

At first the two were face to face.

He was writing his article while Li Muyu was moving in and out underneath, her pretty face flushed red as she looked at him with her cheek in her hand.

After writing for a while, I didn't realize that my left hand was taken by someone and leaned against a soft place. Just as I was about to turn around and say something, the woman looked at me with her clear eyes: "Am I disturbing you?"

“…Not at all.”

Afraid that Li Muyu would have wild thoughts again, Fang Xiwen didn't want to reject her, so the two of them sat next to each other like this.

During the conversation, she talked about what happened with Aunt Sun.

It turned out that the child had regarded both his parents as his enemies, and said all kinds of vicious words, which made his mother very angry. Li Muyu couldn't stand it, so he stepped through the door and used the Heaven-Destroying and Earth-Ending Method to scare him severely several times.

'I asked him if I was good enough, and he nodded. Then I told him that my parents were still alive and could practice to this level, and he remained silent for a long time...'

Fang Xiwen had never heard of this way of handling things before, and was quite amused.

After squeezing for a while, he finally felt something was wrong. He wanted to say something, but the door was pushed open.

Looking at Lin Huazhi standing outside the door, the tall woman seemed like a savior to him.

Please, get me something and get me out of here!

"It's warm here," but the savior didn't answer his question and closed the door, "I'm a little cold too."

Bang.

"No, you?"

After taking a few steps, Lin Huazhi naturally sat down beside him, tucked her long legs into the quilt, and stretched comfortably.

She bent her arm and placed it on Fang Xiwen's shoulder, smiling: "Not bad, thank you for warming the quilt for this city lord."

“…It’s not hard.”

It's even harder.

In order to quickly escape from this torturous place, Fang Xiwen began to write furiously. He quickly finished another page of paper, held it up to look at it carefully for a while, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it away.

"What are you doing? Your painting is a mess." The city lord expressed his confusion.

"I'm thinking about the structure of my inner world, and now I have some ideas..." As he said this, he spread out another piece of paper and started writing.

Hearing this, Lin Huazhi was even more puzzled: "Do you have to think about it now? Can you open your mouth?"

"almost."

"Then open it?"

"Xiwen must do his best." Li Muyu interrupted and held his left hand tighter as if in protest.

"The seven orifices are just a prototype, why do they need to be so perfect?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, and continued writing and drawing as if possessed, Lin Huazhi quickly snatched his pen and started to teach him a lesson.

Generally speaking, the seven orifices of eyes, ears, mouth and nose each correspond to the internal organs. After the mouth orifices are opened, the inner world will be completed to a small extent and a self-contained cycle will be formed. At this stage, the internal scene is still very rough, and only a few vague images will appear depending on the practice.

In other words, there is no need to set the path in stone at this point, and there is no need to worry too much about the degree of perfection. This is what needs to be done after the Nine Apertures.

"But I see that once Fang Qingxiao breaks through, she can trigger a very weak resonance. Her inner world is perfect..."

"She is a genius, so she is naturally the most suitable for the interior scene. Why are you comparing her with her?"

"you're right."

After hearing these two people's reminders, Fang Xiwen realized that he was indeed trapped in a vicious circle. After adjusting his mindset, he stopped caring about it.