Fairy, I really am a villain!

"I appreciate the donor's sincerity, and may the Bodhisattva bless you."

With the monks' farewell, Song Dongyang led a group of people out of the temple. All of them were skilled fighters with bulging temples. Among them was a sturdy man with dark skin and a scar slanting down the corner of his eye. His aura was connected to the heaven and earth and was extremely clear.

Yuwen Di, a master of the second level of the outer scene!

This person once proposed marriage to the Wang family. He was extremely domineering and insulted Luo Ting but was taught a lesson instead. For some unknown reason, he actually walked among Song Dongyang's personal guards, looking somewhat respectful.

Yuwen Di had endured all this time, and finally got through the chatter of these bald donkeys. He finally had the opportunity to talk to Song Dongyang, and hurriedly stepped forward: "Layman, the matter I mentioned before... is a problem."

Song Dongyang was a man who loved to pretend to be cultured. He gave himself the name "Dongyang Jushi" and he also liked others calling him that.

However, he seemed not to hear Yuwen Di's question. He stood quietly under the Bodhi tree for a long time before turning around.

Song Dongyang smiled and said in a leisurely tone, "Yuwenchou is such an ungrateful person. He thought that just because he angered the Second Prince, would it be enough for him to die?"

"You mean..."

"When the Gao family comes to collect the debt, Yuwen Chou alone will not be enough, and many people will die." He shook his head.

However, even with such alarmist and empty words, Yuwen Di's face actually looked somewhat uncertain.

After walking with Song Dongyang for a while, he gritted his teeth and stopped him, saying, "Song Dongyang, tell me the truth. What is the current situation up there?"

This time, Song Dongyang was silent for even longer. He looked up and down at this stupid and bad, but still somewhat useful man, and finally sighed: "I guessed too."

"what?"

"It's just that treasure of humanity."

After saying that, he walked around Yuwen Di and went down the stairs.

A group of men walked in front happily, holding long whips in their hands, and drove away all the people blocking the road, making the crowd scream in pain.

Just then, a subordinate came up from the foot of the mountain.

The man was dressed in black, with a bird perched on his shoulder. He took a note from the bird's leg and handed it over, saying, "Layman, our people monitored that Tyrant Blade went to the pass, but today, he came out of the mansion with Feng Liujian."

"Oh?" He was a little confused at first, then Song Dongyang smiled again: "His reaction is sharp. But, is this trick useful?"

"what do you mean..."

"Send someone to stop them, but don't stop them." He waved his hand.

Seeing the confusion on Yuwen Di's face, he smiled and said, "This is not something you need to worry about, Mr. Yuwen."

"...Yes." A flash of hatred flashed across the man's eyes.

~~

Fang and Wang asked the jailer to report the news, followed them out of the city, and rode straight to the temple.

However, before the horse had even run a few steps, Wang Ningzhu, who was dressed in men's clothing, pulled the reins, turned around, and smiled: "Brother Fang, your horsemanship is a little rusty."

"I'm not very familiar with this horse," Fang Xiwen slapped the horse's butt, laughed, and spread his hands: "How about Brother Wang go first? Otherwise, we won't be in time and delay things."

"There is obviously a way to have the best of both worlds. Or does Master Fang have concerns?"

After changing the name with ill intention, Wang Ningzhu turned his horse's head and stretched out a hand casually.

After a pause, Fang Xiwen found a tree stump to tie the horse to, grabbed her hand, turned over, and put his arms around her waist.

It was very thin, soft, and warm, which was quite inconsistent with its appearance; he could clearly feel the other person's body stiffened for a moment, and his elbow wanted to subconsciously fight back, but he endured it.

Fang Xiwen couldn't help laughing, and she said viciously, "Mr. Fang is really thick-skinned. He can laugh in this situation."

"Didn't you ask me to get on the horse? Besides, what's wrong with me riding on the same horse with Ba Dao? We are in harmony with each other, and this should be passed down as a good story in the martial arts world."

He no longer had any shame, and after hearing this, he hugged her even tighter. Wang Ningzhu was holding the reins and steering, gritting his teeth in anger.

A dark horse galloped on the official road, leaving a trail of dust behind.

Being held like this by him, Wang Ningzhu felt a bit complicated. On the one hand, she felt that she was already someone else's fiancée, and even though they had never met, this was somewhat disloyal;

On the other hand, she felt that women should dare to love and hate. What's the point of being bound by these worldly constraints?

So he secretly turned his head to look, and saw that the boy looked very normal, with his hands and feet behaving properly, which made him even angrier.

She thought to herself that she had been fighting in the military for so many years and had never ridden a horse with anyone else. This boy should really be grateful.

"Brother Wang, stop!"

While he was thinking, Fang Xiwen had already clenched his hands, and then he pulled the reins hard, and the horse's front hooves kicked up dust.

Although she was very concerned about the warm touch, Wang Ningzhu subconsciously stopped the horse; when she looked carefully, she realized why she had to stop.

On the official road stood a man holding a sword. He was tall and had a cold look on his face. He was wearing a white sword sect robe, and there were several disciples following behind him, all of whom had extraordinary auras.

The long river of sword energy, Lu Yu.

After looking at each other, they both dismounted.

"Brother Lu, why are you blocking the road?" Letting her lead the horse, Fang Xiwen stepped forward and spoke.

He thought he had some friendship with Lu Yu, but the latter looked at him with some resentment; then he walked around him and looked at Wang Ningzhu, who was wearing a cloud brocade robe.

That look seemed to say 'I know who you are'.

"It's none of your business. I'm here to challenge Ba Dao." As he said that, Lu Yu was about to bypass him.

But Fang Xiwen took a step forward and stood in front of him again;

Although the reason is unknown, it can be seen that Lu Yu wants to expose Wang Ningzhu's disguise.

"Challenge me?" Wang Ningzhu smiled, his eyes actually showing some contempt: "Could it be that you are resentful because you were unable to let Brother Lu enter the mansion to see the famous sword?"

"Yes," he admitted unexpectedly, and pointed at Fang Xiwen: "Why was he invited to the palace as soon as he entered the city?"

“Because he’s qualified.”

"Qualifications? Ridiculous." Lu Yu's mouth turned cold.

After all, isn't it you, Wang Ningzhu, who has a crush on him?

After a brief recollection, Song Dongyang's words rang in his ears: "Brother Lu, you have visited famous people all over Dingjun and have become famous far and wide. Who doesn't know the name of Jianqi Changhe?

In the end, you were not even allowed to enter the Wang family, and were rejected again and again. You think Feng Liujian was able to enter the mansion because he is strong? He is just handsome.'

When he looked up, he saw that the man was indeed handsome with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He was definitely not someone that Lu Yu could mess with. But he became even angrier.

“I didn’t expect that even the Wang family of Dingjun would act this way. Although I am not talented, I would like to ask you what is the power of this sword?!” Lu Yu actually spoke righteously.

The long sword in his arms suddenly came out of its sheath, emitting a cold light.

However, Fang Xiwen had no intention of giving way, he just put his hand on the hilt of the sword and sneered: "You want to challenge my brother if you can't even beat me?

Take my sword first!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, and a long sword jumped out, slashing across the air like thunder.

The sword shines brightly, and the one who strikes later arrives first!

Wang Ningzhu's eyes lit up. This move was very much like hers. Mr. Fang was indeed a genius in swordsmanship.

"Senior Brother Lu!"

The Sword Sect disciples seemed to be about to rush forward, but how could Wang Ningzhu give them the chance?

He immediately drew his sword with his backhand, and the sword formed a circle, which created a large gust of strong wind and directly blew them away.

"what!"

Everyone fell to the ground and looked towards Lu Yu, only to find that the sword of this senior brother had been broken into two pieces!

"Ha! Brother Lu, you should change to a better weapon before fighting again!"

He fought two battles with Feng Liujian. The first time, his beloved sword was cracked by him, and the second time, it was completely broken.

Lu Yu was so angry that his hair stood on end, and he wanted to chase after her, but Wang Ningzhu had already climbed onto his horse. He stretched out his hand and gave her a pull, and the two of them rode away, leaving him with only a mouth full of dust, which really showed how carefree he was in the world of mortals.

Chapter 273 I, Wang Ningzhu, am born face-blind

After tying the horses to the tree stump, the two men stood at the foot of Wuwang Mountain and looked up. The winding stairs were hidden in the clouds and mist.

Fang Xiwen paused before following her up the stairs.

"Brother Fang, what's wrong?"

"This staircase is well built. Who are the people who usually come here to worship Buddha?"

"I'm not sure about that. I think it should be the wealthy businessmen in the city who are paying a lot of money to have a child?"

Wang Ningzhu was a little puzzled as to why he asked this question, and the latter just shook his head slightly.

He saw a worn-out drawstring that looked familiar.

There were a few monks cleaning along the steps, and looking at them with swords on their bodies, their eyes were very alert.

Seeing this, Wang Ningzhu explained: "Maybe our momentum is too strong."

"No, I feel like they've been asked to pay a debt... For example, their mother has been bewitched or something like that."

"Mr. Fang thinks too badly of people."

The two walked to the temple on the top of the mountain and saw a Bodhi tree planted in front of the temple. It swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound, with an inexplicable Zen feeling.

"Amitabha, may the Bodhisattva bless me. Monsters, please stop stealing Old Wen's things. I can't live like this any longer..."

Suddenly, a familiar voice was heard. Fang Xiwen looked up and found that Butcher Wen was walking out of the lobby. He was wearing tattered cloth and the belt around his waist had fallen off.

Following behind him was a fat and big-eared monk, who was holding a bulging bag in his hand and turned to go behind the Buddha statue.

Obviously, Butcher Wen also saw him, and his eyes subconsciously avoided him, and then he quickly ran past him: "Get out of the way, I want to go down the mountain."

He knocked a few people aside and ran down.

At this moment, Wang Ningzhu seemed to have noticed something and pulled his sleeve: "That person's aura is somewhat familiar."

This time it was Fang Xiwen who was stunned, "That man was Butcher Wen, don't you remember that?"

"I can't tell what people look like," she said confidently.

"No wonder you remember other people's clothes so clearly... face blindness?"

“It’s natural.”

As soon as they entered the hall, several monks came over and greeted them to the door of a wing room, then left without saying a word.