Fairy, I really am a villain!

"Wenxuan, do you think this is a good move? In my opinion, you are using your sister's tears as wedding wine."

'What's wrong? She doesn't like you again.'

"Tsk tsk, no matter what I am, I am much better than that loser Fang Xingyun, right? Qin'er also likes you very much, how about our two families have an exchange of marriages?"

Song Dongyang's seemingly warm face floated before his eyes, then slowly faded away; but Wang Ningzhu had already run away.

...Should I really marry her to the Fang family?

A wisp of white mist rose up, covering his eyebrows and eyes completely, making them unclear; Wang Wenxuan made himself another cup of tea, and the porcelain made a crisp clinking sound.

~~

Ding!

After inserting the Canglang Sword back into the weapon rack, Fang Xiwen felt a little unsatisfied.

It’s not that these weapons are of high quality, but the blood stains on them carry a series of ups and downs in the story; it seems that when wielding them, one is fighting side by side with those heroic souls... Just imagining it is fascinating.

"Qingyao was originally the sword of an old subordinate of mine. He fought his way into Tianhaiyuan with this sword, killed three demon kings in a row, and was surrounded. Before he died, he poured all his blood, flesh, and soul into this sword... Only this sword returned to the Central Plains. He didn't want to die in a foreign land."

A life story can be told in a few simple words.

Looking back, I saw a burly old man standing in the parade ground. He was dressed in plain cloth and his figure was as strong as a pine tree. What was most striking was his eyes, which were like a sleeping lion. He had no wildness, but was full of the domineering power of a king.

As he moved forward step by step, beads of sweat began to appear on Fang Xiwen's forehead and scenes of illusion began to appear before his eyes, as if the blood and energy of the two armies were stirring in the sky, and the chill rushed straight to the top of his head.

However, the old man did not use any strength... This was the evil spirit forged between blood and fire!

"I see. I am the young generation who is ignorant."

As he said this, all the pressure suddenly dissipated. The old man paused and asked curiously, "Young man, aren't you annoyed that I scared you?"

"How could you, who was once number one on the Earth Ranking, speak without a purpose? I just thought it was you saying hello." Fang Xiwen wiped the sweat off his forehead and clasped his fists.

That is to say, he recognized his identity and said so out of respect for him.

Hearing this, the old man smiled slightly, glanced at his waist, and praised: "Lu brat is always eager to challenge this and instruct that, making the city a mess and annoying, so he can't even get in the door.

You are neither arrogant nor impatient, which is good.”

"Senior is so complimentary."

"Er Niang has given the sword to the right person. Ask her to take you to Zhengqitang later to remove the seal on the sword." After saying this, the old man paced away again, his waist slightly bent, and he looked like an ordinary old man.

Zhengqitang? Unblocked?

Fang Xiwen was puzzled, but couldn't find any servants from the Wang family. Looking around, he saw a woman running towards the opposite hall with her skirt lifted up. She was tall and her movements were quick and decisive.

She was extremely beautiful, but even without wearing a military uniform, her temperament did not reveal her fragility at all; her oval face, which should have been beautiful, was adorned with two sword-like eyebrows, her eyes were slightly pale, her nose was straight, and her thin lips were slightly raised in an arc.

Wang Ningzhu stood still with ease, narrowed his narrow and long phoenix eyes, and smiled brightly: "Mr. Fang, do you still remember me?"

"I will never forget the kindness of the young lady in saving my life and receiving such precious treasures as well." He thought that the two siblings looked really alike, and replied solemnly.

Hearing this, Wang Ningzhu pretended to put on a stern face to scare him: "If that's the case, why did you refuse several times when my brother invited you to come to his house?"

"I haven't figured out what to say to Miss Wang yet."

"Have you thought about it now?"

"I did, but I was so happy to see the girl that I forgot about it." Fang Xiwen was now very good at controlling his attitude. He slapped his head with an expression that was extremely sincere.

As expected, Wang Ningzhu showed an undisguised smile and walked quickly forward: "What did grandpa say to you just now?"

"He asked you to take me to Zhengqitang to unseal the Mingde Sword... Oh, what does he want to unseal?"

"It means the old man thinks highly of you. There is a seal on this sword, it shouldn't be of this quality." Wang Ningzhu pulled out the sword from his waist and shook it casually: "Don't you see that the sword spirit's intention is so clear? How can ordinary precious weapons be like this?"

"...It's so precious, why are you giving it to me?" He was shocked again. Why does it look so similar to a certain saint who was given away for free?

"It's not that precious. My brother and I don't use swords. It would be inappropriate to give it to someone else. It would just be a decoration at home. It's better to give it to Young Master Fang. A good horse with a good saddle."

Her smile was truly bright and sunny. She put the sword back with her backhand. Her attitude was as casual and relaxed as if she were an old friend who had not seen each other for many years.

"How come I can't be happy about your compliment?" Fang Xiwen smiled and shook her head. She raised her head and looked back, and asked, "By the way, where is Brother Wang? Didn't you say you would entertain me?"

"Brother has to go out for something," Wang Ningzhu's eyes flashed with cunning, and he pulled his sleeve, "But Ningzhu's hospitality was not good enough, and the young master disliked it?"

"No, no, no, how could that be."

"Then don't worry about it, brother. I'll take you to Zhengqitang."

"Now? Don't you want to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

"Don't be so nagging, let's go!"

Pulling his sleeve, the two of them ran in the mansion: Fang Xiwen knew that it was impolite, and kept shouting "slow down, slow down", but Miss Wang ignored her and just smiled.

Chapter 269 Why do you act like a woman?

At night, in the palace, in the left wing guest room.

There was a landscape screen in the room, and behind the screen was a large wooden barrel in which Fang Xiwen was bathing.

He was unable to go to Chengzhengqitang that afternoon.

At that time, Wang Ningzhu pulled him all the way through the corridors and pavilions, but halfway through he suddenly cried "Ah", stopped, and said that the elder who was in charge of Zhengqi Hall had gone away for something and could not go over for the time being, so he wanted to take him to the training ground for competition instead.

Seeing how excited she was, Fang Xiwen just let her go: the Mingde Zhishan Sword was useful enough now anyway.

So, the two practiced on the training ground until dusk, and each gained something.

Although Wang Ningzhu did not use her true Qi, he could vaguely feel that she had reached the level of Nine Apertures, which was quite powerful.

Lying in the big wooden barrel, taking advantage of the particularly clear mind at this moment, he continued to digest the two battles during the day; now that he had a certain understanding of the way of the sword, he could see a lot of things.

As I was thinking, the void jumped and a few lines of words flashed out:

【A loving family (3)】

[Saint Girl 1.80m tall: Where is Mr. Fang? ]

[Head of the House: I have already moved into the Wang family. This house is really big, and there are bamboo forests, training grounds, rockery pavilions... He is worthy of being a vassal of the North. ]

[Saint Lady 1.80 meters tall: Tsk, no matter how big it is, can it be as big as the Star Palace? This lady has real mountains here. ]

[Head of the Household: This kind of comparison is really bullying. ]

[Qing Ni is not full: My house is just a small one. ]

After chatting for a while, Jiang Xingchu asked him how he was going to investigate the demon disaster, and Fang Xiwen told him his idea; he wanted to ask Wang Anyang directly, the man who had colluded with the demon clan and intended to rob the escort.

At that time, he wanted to seize the Wang family's "Demon Suppression Heavenly Lock" to release the suppressed demons, but the conspiracy was eventually thwarted by him and Luo Ting;

However, when this person was performing a piece at the Wang family later, he secretly had someone change the actors into real monsters, which almost caused the Wang family to fall apart... After so many years of accumulation, Wang Anyang must have a deep understanding of the monster clan.

But he never quite understood, how could the hatred towards the Gao family be stronger than the blood feud with the demon race that had lasted for generations? How could they collude to such an extent?

[Saint Lady 1.80m tall: It can make people temporarily ignore the hatred of the past... It is either for greater benefits or for greater hatred.] Jiang Xingchu's serious expression seemed to be right in front of him.

[Qing Ni is hungry: Xiwen, you can still ask Daddy. He is very familiar with the Wang family and seems to be in Dingjun recently. It's a pity that I have to go for training, otherwise I would go to find you.]

"Yes, Luo Ting must know something."

After giving the little glutton a few words of advice, he stood up from the bathtub and water drops splashed down.

Putting on his coat, Fang Xiwen walked out of the room, went to the courtyard, and looked up at the square sky; for some reason, he suddenly wanted to look at the moon, as if he could gain some insights from it.

But before he arrived, someone was already there.

It was a very slender figure, squatting beside a pillar, holding a floral handkerchief in her hand, and faint sobbing sounds could be heard.

Looks familiar... Fang Xiwen's heart moved, and he was about to step away, but the other party had already looked over.

So he asked softly, "Miss Xiaodie?"

As soon as the words fell, the other party was startled at first, and tilted her face up, revealing two winding tear marks, which looked crystal clear in the moonlight; her eyes were also a little swollen, and her eyelashes were trembling.

Xiaodie immediately stood up, hid her hands behind her back, and took a half step back: "Yes, Mr. Fang."

"Well, I couldn't sleep, so I came out for a walk." He just stood there and said casually without asking anything.

Seeing his attitude, Xiaodie relaxed a little, but her voice was still trembling: "So, is your hospitality not good enough?"

"No, I just choose my own bed. Haha~ I'm a little tired after all, Miss Xiaodie should also go to bed early."

Fang Xiwen stretched, waved his hand and walked into the room.

"Yes." Xiaodie bowed deeply.

After returning to the room, Fang Xiwen thought for a while. She didn't look like she was being bullied. Maybe the girl had something on her mind. So he fell asleep immediately.

He could see that the girl was deliberately keeping a distance from him, as if she had some concerns.

"It doesn't matter. The slash of the Tyrant Sword was really cool..."

Even in his dreams, he was thinking about the knife that tore through the darkness. It seemed to be coming from all directions, a knife that was unavoidable.

Gradually, he figured out some things about the sword moves: it was not "domineering", but a kind of extremely strong and fast thundering meaning.

——Nineth on the human list, “Nine Heavens Divine Power” Wang Ningzhu.

Could it be?

But this girl uses a gun...

~~

When Fang Xiwen got up the next day, he had the rare urge to practice swordplay, but he was afraid of disturbing others, so he simply started practicing in the guest room.

As the saying goes, one can draw inferences from one instance and all things converge upon the same source. With his attainments in swordsmanship, he really did learn a little bit of the essence of Wang Wenxuan's sword move.

One, two, three!

After practicing drawing the sword several times, he finally felt that the sword "jumped" out by itself, as fast as lightning.

"So this is also the essence of swordsmanship." He suddenly understood.

While she was in a good mood, the door of the room rang. Fang Xiwen hurried over to open it and found a small bamboo basket in front of the door. Inside was a sumptuous breakfast with a fragrant aroma.

While he was walking, Xiaodie had already retreated to a distance. Her tears were no longer red from yesterday's crying. She smiled and blinked, "Mr. Fang, please have breakfast."

"It's very rich. Thank you very much."

Without saying much, he went into the house with breakfast, ate it by himself, and reviewed the formation book for a while. Wang Wenxuan came to visit as promised.