Fairy, I really am a villain!

Fufeng Mountain, west.

A group of monks wearing white robes and swords at their waists performed the technique of lifting and leaping, flying all the way up the mountain.

After all, they are disciples from the Shushan Sword Sect. They have formed a good formation along the way and their cooperation can be said to be well-trained.

The leader was a tall woman with long hair tied up. After using leverage several times, she stopped in front of a big rock and gently raised her right hand.

A few steps ahead, there was a rolling white mist. It seemed to have vitality, constantly spreading in all directions and swallowing up everything.

Seeing this, the Sword Sect disciples behind her immediately stopped, raised their weapons, and became alert in all directions.

"Big sister, this is in front..."

"Hush." ​​Fang Qingxiao raised her index finger and said concisely, "There is a stench of corpse, hold your breath."

The team suddenly fell silent, and the disciples methodically began to make sword gestures and take out magic weapons, while some even took out talismans and lit them.

When they were all ready, Fang Qingxiao raised his hand and swung out with a sword. The sword light pushed away the thick fog like water and waves, revealing the things hidden inside.

There were corpses of men with strange deaths scattered all over half of the hill.

The clothes they were wearing had rotted away, leaving only skeletons on their bodies with rotten flesh clinging loosely to them.

The female disciple in the team couldn't bear it anymore. She squatted down, holding her belly, and vomited with a "wow".

Someone walked up to Fang Qingxiao, looked at the corpse in silence for a while, and said in a low voice: "These... are the bandits who attacked me yesterday."

Chapter 28 Traces

Let the Golden Crow temporarily retreat below the horizon last night.

After Fang Xiwen gave the most convincing reasons, she finally made her sister waver a little.

But after hesitating for a while, Fang Qingxiao looked him up and down and shook her head, "No, you don't have Qinggong skills, you can't keep up with us."

"I will."

After saying that, he turned over and jumped onto the roof beside him, then jumped down lightly, shocking Fang Qingxiao so much that her eyes widened. "When did you learn this?"

"I practiced secretly at night." Fang Xiwen straightened his back, looking very proud.

In fact, this is the "Jinghong Zhaoying" that I got for free from Luo Qingni. I used it once in a teahouse. It has both short-distance maneuvering techniques and long-distance leaping techniques, which is quite comprehensive.

Although the proficiency level is not high, it is still enough during the energy accumulation period.

"And I will be able to break through to the Great Accomplishment of Qi Accumulation tonight," Fang Xiwen said, putting down the last straw, "I am practicing the Shocking Book, so I shouldn't be much worse than my sister's fellow disciples."

Although I have long known that my younger brother is very talented, I never expected it to be so exaggerated.

Fang Qingxiao blinked and walked straight past him with a nice smile on her lips, and the latter followed her happily.

"Sister, is this possible?"

"Go back to the inn, I'll protect you."

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...

The next day, outside Jingshui City.

"...In summary, he will act with us."

Following instructions, the Sword Sect disciples gathered at the city gate and saw a familiar figure following behind the Senior Sister.

After Fang Qingxiao's brief explanation, everyone was almost stunned.

"I don't agree!" A cute female disciple raised her hand and pointed at Fang Xiwen, "We are not going on an outing this time. He will only hold us back!"

Hearing this, the fellow disciples said nothing but nodded vigorously in their hearts.

Everyone knows that the Third Young Master covets the righteous chivalrous woman. The problem is that it’s bad enough that you are disgusting to others at ordinary times, but it’s too much for you to interfere when your brothers are on a mission.

It's only for the sake of the senior sister, otherwise I would have started scolding her a long time ago.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen was not surprised, but just smiled and asked: "Miss, what is your cultivation level?"

"I have been in the stage of Qi Accumulation for half a year!"

"I am also a master of Qi accumulation."

Seeing this, Shen Xingyao almost laughed out of anger, "You are worthy?"

"Seeing is believing," Fang Xiwen walked up to her, patted the scabbard at his waist, and said seriously: "Be careful, I'm going to draw my sword."

"Ah."

Shen Xingyao waved to the brothers and fellow students who wanted to protect her, asked them to step back, and looked at him with her arms folded and a sneer.

"I've seen a lot of people like you..."

Before he could finish his words, a sword light came straight towards his face!

She subconsciously leaned back, bent down and drew out her sword, stabbing at him stubbornly!

"What are you doing!" "How dare you!"

Several urgent roars were heard, and someone immediately pressed Fang Xiwen's shoulders to stop him, then used a sword to deflect Shen Xingyao's counterattack.

Looking back, I saw a man with ordinary appearance and a strong build. There was quiet calmness in his eyes, and great force came from his hands.

"Senior Brother Yue!"

Shen Xingyao called out, with a look of dissatisfaction on her face.

"Junior sister, the Third Young Master's sword will pierce you in advance," the man said calmly, turning his head to look at Fang Xiwen, "What a good swordsmanship."

The latter sheathed his sword and nodded slightly.

"He attacked by surprise!"

"The Third Young Master told you in advance."

Upon hearing this, Shen Xingyao's face darkened and she stomped her feet hard. After glancing at the senior sister, she returned to the team indignantly.

After this farce, at least no one will question it openly anymore.

Although they would curse even more harshly in private, Fang Xiwen didn't care.

After resolving this matter, Fang Qingxiao led the team towards Fufeng Mountain.

This time, the action team formed based on the whereabouts of the evil cultivators was roughly divided into two parts. One part was the Shushan Sword Sect disciples led by Fang Qingxiao, and the other part was the detective team organized by the Six Gates.

The two groups were having trouble getting along, so based on eyewitness information, the two teams went up the mountain from different sides.

Jian Zong was in charge of the south side, where the terrain was relatively flat, so Fang Xiwen followed easily.

He was always two or three steps behind Fang Qingxiao. He did not talk to the disciples of the Sword Sect, but just kept alert.

His original intention was to help his sister, and even if he couldn't do anything, he couldn't cause her any trouble.

Suddenly, Fang Qingxiao's voice rang in his ears, "Xingyao is the youngest junior sister, and she is very willful. We all give in to her."

Looking up, Fang Qingxiao's eyes were not looking away, only her lips were slightly opening and closing.

It's a secret message!

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen nodded slightly.

"She also agreed to the bet on my behalf."

After these words were spoken, Fang Xiwen finally couldn't help but look back.

Thinking he was sizing her up, Shen Xingyao turned her face away in disgust.

'It was her.'

Fang Xiwen's impression of her instantly dropped to zero, but on the surface she still appeared calm.

As they went deeper into the mountain, the vegetation became increasingly sparse and a milky white mist covered the area.

Seeing this, Fang Qingxiao took out the glowing Frost Sky Sword, slowed down his pace, and lowered his voice: "Keep in formation, be careful of ambushes."

Everyone did as they were told, drew their weapons and became alert.

Fang Xiwen followed her sister, glancing at her pocket from time to time.

There is a silver nail that was used before, which can be used to detect toxic substances such as miasma and poison gas.

When they reached the front of the white fog, Fang Qingxiao gave his instructions and then split the fog with a sword, revealing the corpses hidden inside.

Their deaths were so strange that Shen Xingyao squatted on the ground and vomited after seeing them.

"I recognize this body," Fang Xiwen pointed at a body with half of its face left and sighed, "These... are the bandits who attacked me yesterday."

Amidst waves of dry retching, he took two steps forward and squatted in front of the corpse. The silver nails in his arms were stained purple.

To be honest, he felt more like vomiting than the disciples of the Sword Sect.

Knowing that these bandits had committed many evil things, he couldn't say that he had any sympathy for them, but he couldn't help but feel upset when he saw that they were still alive yesterday and now looked like this.

But perhaps this is the main theme of the world. If you want to survive, you have to get used to it.

"Xiwen."

Fang Qingxiao squatted beside him and shook his hand, "Go back."

He shook his head, raised his hand and cast another miasma-avoiding talisman on himself, and said, "Sister, the deaths of these people are very strange."

Seeing that he calmed down in a short time, Fang Qingxiao touched his head with relief, "What's strange about that?"

"Their toes are pointing toward the top of the mountain, which means the attackers are below and have blocked their way down," Fang Xiwen pointed downward and thought for a moment, "but the area around here is so empty and there's no place to hide, which means the fog has been there since yesterday."

"Ah."

"But a formation that covers almost the entire Fufeng Mountain cannot be completed overnight. Things like manpower and materials..."

"That means they have a base nearby." Fang Qingxiao nodded slightly.

"Yes, generally speaking this is not strange, but..." Fang Xiwen pointed, "The Tianyu Gate is next door."

Hearing this, the two looked at each other and fell silent.

"Moreover, the flesh and blood of these people were absorbed rather than corroded," Fang Xiwen apologized and turned the bodies over with his scabbard, "only some dregs are left."

"I do know a few magic skills that can plunder the essence of flesh and blood," Yue Zhengfang interrupted, nodding slightly at Fang Xiwen, "Third Young Master, you have a keen eye. I apologize for my junior sister's contradiction."