Fairy, I really am a villain!

Sooner or later, we will meet again. The secret of the spiritual world has not been solved, why the goddess is seeking death, and the special agreement between the two...

"There's still a long way to go." Jiang Xingchu muttered.

The two of them slept in each other's arms all night.

The next morning, Fang Xiwen woke her up: "By the way, I want to show you something. I forgot about it yesterday."

"What is that... move it, it's pressing on my hair." Jiang Xingchu rubbed his eyes. When he heard what he was looking at, he immediately lifted the quilt and glanced down: "Can we still do it?"

"...I'm not talking about this. Come and see." He shrank into a corner, stretched out his hand and pointed a few times in the air. Jiang Xingchu responded, and words popped up in the void:

[Feng Liu Jian initiates a conversation with you]

【Fang Xiwen: Can you see it? 】

Seeing this, her eyes lit up and she turned her head sharply: "What is this?"

"Well, it's hard for me to describe. You can think of it as similar to remote letter transmission, but you can only send ten messages per day at most." Fang Xiwen said.

"Why didn't you take out such a good thing earlier?"

After fiddling with it for a while, Jiang Xingchu was curious at first, then he reacted and raised his eyebrows.

"You can think of what you just got as a gift from the goddess. It's her power. In essence, you can think of it as me sending a message to her, but it's directed at you."

I taught her how to use it for a while, and now she really didn't feel sad about leaving.

"When are you leaving? Stay farther away and I'll try again. Save your hair over there and wait for my instructions..." She ran around like a little girl who got a new toy, and Fang Xiwen just let her do what she wanted.

After breakfast, the two of them left the valley together.

It seemed like the unknown mountain flowers were in bloom. In just a few nights, they were blooming all over the mountains, emitting red and green colors, swaying in the breeze.

Seeing that it looked very soft, the two of them lay down on it side by side.

"Why don't we call this place Hundred Flowers Valley? The scenery is so beautiful." Fang Xiwen said with a smile.

"Vulgar." Jiang Xingchu curled his lips. "How can you call this good? You can come back in August or September. There will be more flowers then. We can roll around on them, rolling up and down."

"very nice."

When they were about to leave, they talked about only irrelevant topics.

"Xiwen, is your father good to you?" Jiang Xingchu suddenly turned his head.

"Very good." He nodded. "Although I rarely see him because of work, and even if we contact each other, we only talk for no more than three sentences...but I can feel that he loves me. It's a pity that I can't say it out."

——There will be no more chances in the future.

"Work? Do you mean going to court?" Feeling that he was inexplicably depressed, Jiang Xingchu silently held his hand.

"What about you? Do you still hate him now? Your biological father." So much time has passed, Fang Xiwen is no longer easily affected, and the sadness only flashes by.

"Of course I hate him. But just like you, this hatred hardly affects me." She smiled and said calmly, "He has caused too much harm to my mother. One day I will kill him with my own hands, but I will not let him delay my own affairs."

"Well, I will always support you." Fang Xiwen naturally would not say anything about other people's family affairs.

Even if he had to comment, he felt that Jiang Hanzhou deserved to die: ungrateful, scumbag, irresponsible, selfish... If he really died one day, he would open the champagne and save himself the trouble of trying to please his father-in-law. Good death.

As if he had thought of this, Jiang Xingchu pushed him and said, "Hey, have you met Xiao Qingni's parents?"

"Yes."

"How is it? Her father."

"Lao Luo... He's very nice to his family. He's a qualified husband and father in every way. He doesn't have any problems except that he likes to drink. Oh, by the way," Fang Xiwen thought of something and called out the operation panel and clicked a few times: "We already have three people, let's create a group."

Jiang Xingchu was still wondering what group he was talking about when a few lines of text popped up in front of him:

[“Feng Liu Jian” invites you to join the “loving family”]

【agree or not? 】

After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Xingchu chose "Yes", and then a new page popped up:

【Group chat "A loving family" (3)】

[“Water Moon Fairy” joins the group chat]

[“Feng Liu Jian” has forcibly changed your group name card to “Saint Girl 1.8 Meter Tall”]

I felt it was quite novel at first, but when this "insulting" nickname popped up, Jiang Xingchu's eyes immediately spit fire and grabbed his collar: "What kind of tolerance is this? Do you think I'm short?"

"No, in my hometown my height is called 1.80 meters."

"Really?" She was skeptical.

"Yes, it is our custom that if we want our children to grow tall, we give them such names for good luck. The cold-faced judge is too serious."

"You called me a kid?!"

The two of them argued for a while, and a new message popped up in the group chat:

[Qing Ni is not full: Xiwen, what is this? ]

[Head of the Family: This is a group. There are three of us, me, you, and Xingchu. Everyone can see the messages posted in it.]

[Head of the family: Because you can only communicate with me one-way, but now if you have anything to ask Xingchu, just post it in the group. ]

[Saint Lady 1.80m tall: How funny. Doesn't that mean I have to go through you anyway?]

[Head of the Household: This is the current situation. What do you want to do?]

[Qing Ni is hungry: Okay, I get it. Is everything okay over there? I got scolded by my mother when I got home because I soiled my clothes, and I can’t even explain. It’s so unfair.]

[Saint Girl 1.80 Meter: Good boy, good boy. People living in this world always have some unspeakable secrets. We are sorry to trouble you. We all know it.]

[Head of the Household: ...No, the blood all over your clothes is just "stained"? Is Luo's mother so thick-skinned? ]

[Qing Ni was not full: I, I said I was helping someone kill a chicken, and she believed me; Mom just said it tasted weird, not like poultry.]

[The Saint is 1.8 meters tall: ...That is my blood. ]

This thing was so novel that the two girls kept talking about it. Unfortunately, the limit was reached soon and they couldn’t send it out anymore.

Jiang Xingchu let out a long breath, feeling somewhat unsatisfied, and then turned his head to look: "Why are you still here?"

"?"

The Saint Lady accompanied him all the way.

When Fang Xiwen came out of the town with the horse, he looked back and saw that the petite figure was still sitting on the top of the hill, shrunk into a tiny speck in the sunlight, as if waving, or as if with her back turned.

As they walked, Fang Xiwen looked back and found that he could no longer see the valley, so he mounted his horse and rode away.

'There will always be some reluctance,' he thought.

Chapter 266 How dare you call yourself the Long River of Sword Energy?

Fang Xiwen set out on the road to Osmanthus Mountain.

For the first half of the journey he chose to ride a horse, but it became too bumpy and uncomfortable, so he ended up walking again; this was very much to his liking as it just made up for the lack of "natural experience" during this journey of practice.

According to the guidance of the "famous teacher" Jiang Xingchu, what he lacked along the way was not experience, but a perfect state of mind.

"Actually, even if you want to stay, I will chase you away. When you return to the capital, you won't have much free time, right? So how about living for yourself during this time?"

Put down your burdens and responsibilities for a while... Don't worry about anything and just move forward.'

Thinking that there was some truth to this, Fang Xiwen followed suit and walked for nearly a month.

Longchuan has beautiful mountains and rivers. There is always a thin mist when you wake up in the morning, and the night dew gathers on the branches, slides down along the veins of the leaves, and splashes thousands of golden lights.

He once waded across a river by the current. The stream was clear, the water splashed against the rocks, and the fish and shrimp swam in the air as if they had no support, floating downstream.

He also spent a night in a tree to avoid snakes and insects. After being awakened by the singing of birds, he saw the sun rising from the horizon, then slowly permeating the entire cloud layer, burning it into a layered painting.

Then, he heard another crisp sound, and the barriers of the eight orifices were naturally broken. The inner world became more and more perfect, and true energy flowed in the meridians, endlessly.

Fang Xiwen didn't practice sword again along the way.

It was very strange. After he had obtained the Tianyan Atlas and found a path that suited him better, the sword had become a "tool" for him, like a dead object that he could only use when he could.

But it was precisely at this time when he had no pursuit that he gained a lot of insights; all his experiences seemed to come alive, vivid and clear.

It is the Biluo Sword Sutra that points directly to the Dharmakaya, and it is the Biluo Sword Technique whose five styles have reached the external scene stage;

It is the majestic and measured swordsmanship of the Son of Heaven;

There is also the unparalleled frosty sword intent, and the bright moon on the sea that rises with the tide, combining both hardness and softness.

There are sword intents such as Frosty Sky, Myriad Things, Blue Sky, Life and Death, and the World; there are sword essences such as Weight, Speed, Momentum, and Intention... The rigid moves seem to have divine essence, and even this Mingde Zhishan sword is making crisp sounds, as if singing in unison.

The Wang family is worthy of the name of Dingjun. He had never encountered bandits along the way, and therefore had not drawn his sword; it was as if something was brewing in his mind, but it did not turn into sword skills, but instead turned into something else and revealed itself -

"At dawn, I set out with my sword in hand, and at dusk, I return drunkenly with my whip in hand..."

Dingjun City.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the guards looked up, and their sleepy expressions immediately disappeared:

A swordsman came from the west, his figure as tall as a pine tree, his steps calm and leisurely. The color of his bamboo hat faded due to wind and sun, and now the wind and drizzle on the road made his raincoat flap with a light sound.

The hair under the hat was a little messy, but it couldn't hide the pair of eyes as clear as a lake.

Before he knew it, the swordsman had already walked in front of him. Unconsciously, he bowed his waist and even spoke with some respect: "If you want to enter the city, please show your pass or explain your purpose."

"I don't have a pass. I'm here to visit the Wang family," the swordsman's voice was gentle and youthful, which was inconsistent with his appearance. "I wonder if it can be used as a certificate?"

As he spoke, he patted the scabbard at his waist.

In an instant, an invisible and intangible aura spread out, which was upright and righteous, and cleansed the evil spirit. Even the people passing by were infected by it, and their backs straightened silently.

The Wang family’s learning is full of righteousness!

"Of course, sir, please."

The city gates on both sides slowly opened, revealing a bustling corner of the street, and the noisy voices became louder.

Fang Xiwen thanked the guard, walked in, and felt a little curious.

This is not the small town where the Luo family lives. Seventy to eighty percent of the merchants who come through the ferry will settle down and trade here.

Dingjun has a great demand for necessities such as rice, grain, and salt, and has long-term cooperation with many large chambers of commerce. The prices are stable, but it does not exclude individual merchants, and the market order is well controlled.

Walking along the way, the architectural styles on both sides give people a very tough feeling. The gray stone buildings have a solid feeling of muscular blocks, which is different from the flying eaves buildings in Longchuan.