Fairy, I really am a villain!

"You're dreaming. Do you think that if monsters like the Nether Abyss Python King really seized the Central Plains, would they be willing to return to the Heavenly Sea Origin?"

This naive look made Fang Xiwen laugh, and he added: "Even if we drive them back, what will happen next? Support a weaker "Gao Family", and then the world will become a situation where the aristocratic families and the sects are in opposition, and each is entrenched in a local area... At this time, the power of the Great Jin is extremely weak. If anyone comes to the grassland, the Southern Wilderness, and the Great Zhou, they will just wail and become their own province."

Hearing this, Wang Anyang stopped talking and lowered his head, thinking about something.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen waved his hand, turned around and left: "The final result is that you will get your revenge, but the price is that I don't know how many people will die. Think about it carefully."

He was a little disappointed.

The current situation of the Wang family is not completely stable. After the effect of the great victory, the two voices will start to argue again. If Wang Anyang, as a representative of the extremes, can make a clear statement, the effect will be much better. This is why Fang Xiwen came to see him.

Unfortunately, he still looks like he is blinded by hatred.

When he was about to leave the secret room, Wang Anyang, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "Well, if there is a better way, will you oppose it?"

"what?"

"I just want to hear your attitude."

"..." Fang Xiwen paused and reached out to grab the door handle.

boom!

~~

In the private room of the restaurant, the master and his servant were chatting.

"Xiao Die, you said he's going back to the capital later. Should I go with him?" Wang Ningzhu was shy for once. "For example, to meet his parents or something."

"It's not a question of whether you want it or not, it's a question of whether the master is willing to take you." Xiaodie ate the food very gracefully and said after she swallowed it.

"How could he not be willing?"

"Given the young master's personality, how many women do you think he has?"

"What a bastard! How dare he disobey my order?!" Wang Ningzhu got angry when he thought of the jealous scene. "Didn't he take the initiative to propose marriage?"

"The young master was probably considering the alliance at the time and wanted to help the Wang family. Look how much he cared about it these days," Xiaodie knew what was going on and pointed at the window with her chopsticks. "He didn't even have time to eat. He may have had some feelings for you at first, but you were just a by-product."

"How ridiculous! Is he going to bring a wild woman from outside into the house? According to the rumors, Fairy Shuiyue is fine, but as for that evil witch..." Wang Ningzhu's expression had become serious, as if he was thinking about a military strategy, and the food in front of him was a criss-crossing battlefield.

I got it.

She needed an...ally.

Wang Ningzhu's eyes were like a knife, and soon fell on the maid who was enjoying the food in front of him, and then smiled and said: "Xiao Die, do you want to go to the capital?"

"If you can take care of yourself without me, then don't go."

"Okay, I'll go with Xiwen then, and you can stay in Dingjun alone."

"How can this be?" Xiaodie finally became anxious and said quickly, "It's impossible for the master to take care of you all the time. What will you do when the time comes?"

"It's okay, you can just change to a personal maid."

"Miss, just say whatever you want to say." Xiaodie also understood, and felt a little ominous.

Hearing this, Wang Ningzhu sat up straight, clasped his hands and said, "Tell me the truth, Xiaodie, how do you feel about this guy?"

"what?"

"I mean between men and women."

"It's pretty good. No matter from which angle you look at it, the young master is quite attractive. At least Xiaodie doesn't dislike him... Why, you don't want to get married again?"

"No, no, no, come closer and listen." Wang Ningzhu hooked his finger at her as if he was cutting off his wrist, and Xiaodie moved over.

The two whispered something.

"Huh? I definitely don't want that!"

~~

The breeze is gentle and the sky is clear.

Fang Xiwen didn't run around these days, and his life in the palace was very peaceful.

He sent people to guard various places in Dingjun and told them Fang Qingxiao's general characteristics, asking them to report as soon as they saw her so that he could go to meet her.

Apart from this, he would walk around Dingjun City, the suburbs, and the palace to brush up on the resonance of the spiritual realm;

By the way, I can also consult General Wang, who has broken the limits of heaven and man and has become a scene worker, and ask her for some pointers, so that I can improve my proficiency in the contract. In short, my life is quite fulfilling.

Wang Ningzhu, who usually seems a bit clingy, is very serious when he starts teaching.

Now he is standing under the eaves in a tight suit, with his long sword pointing diagonally. As the tip of the sword slightly turns an arc, his aura gradually restrains and he keeps his edge hidden.

"Just keep an eye on it."

With a swish, she stretched out the knife straight out, and jumped several feet with a light tap of her toes.

Then, she turned her wrist and slashed the long sword nine times in the air. The force instantly overlapped, and finally the tip of the sword trembled and made a loud buzzing sound.

boom!

The air wave exploded, blowing up the sleeves of Fang Xiwen who was watching nearby.

This was one of the Seven Strikes of Purple Thunder, a violent thunder that shook the sky, with the might of the initial entry into the outer scene; if she had used the power of heaven and earth just now, then this move would have been able to produce thunder that could spread over several miles, destroying all the houses on this street.

After demonstrating it only once, she put her hands behind her back and asked like a teacher in a classroom, "What do you see?"

"Yes. Although you started with an upward strike, after nine tremors, you fell back and slashed downward, which is exactly nine times back and forth. Then, the force you slashed out each time was similar but different, complementing each other and finally exploding in an instant, drawing away the airflow in the center, and bombarding a large area nearby with its power."

Fang Xiwen thought for a while and said so.

"It's exactly right. Even though I showed it to you several times, it's amazing that you can think of it this far."

Wang Ningzhu simply put away the knife and asked in confusion: "That's strange. Xiwen, no matter your comprehension, consciousness, mentality, realm of moves, etc., in my opinion, you are the best choice, not inferior to me and my brother, but..."

She stared at Fang Xiwen's sword, then slowly shook her head: "You shouldn't be so weak."

"I'm surprised too."

"If we both have eight orifices, even if our skills and moves are the same, you will definitely not be able to beat me. I'm serious." She looked very serious, and then pointed to her heart, "You are not lacking in understanding or comprehension, but there is a problem here."

"heart?"

“It’s the heart and mind.”

Seeing that there was no effect from practicing any further, the two men put away their swords and sat down on the steps nearby. Wang Ningzhu continued, "Let me ask you, what is your martial arts will?"

"Ah?" Fang Xiwen was stunned.

"Just take a look and I'll know," Wang Ningzhu sighed, "It's amazing that you can get this far. In that case, let me ask you another way. What is the purpose of your practice?"

"Become stronger."

"Don't interrupt. This is a result, not a goal. You should be able to understand the difference. Why do you want to become stronger?"

"Well...in order to protect the people around you?" Fang Xiwen thought for a moment and said.

Later on, he has to follow the emperor's footsteps, find the truth of the time travel, and take revenge on the mastermind... All of these require power. It can't be something external, it can only be something in his hands.

"But I don't see your determination. It's not a question of whether you practice hard or not. You don't have the determination to 'give it all'. It's like you worry about a lot of things, but you don't care much about yourself."

"is it?"

"Don't turn your head away," Wang Ningzhu held his face, her eyes sharp, as if she was looking straight into his eyes, "I feel like you don't even have any fear for your own death, as if it doesn't matter to you."

"how come."

Seeing his denial, Wang Ningzhu became more convinced. He frowned and said angrily, "No wonder you risked your life to save others time and time again. I thought you were chivalrous, but it turns out you just don't care?!"

“Really not—” “You act like you’re kind to others all day, but you don’t even value your own life. Who the hell do you think you are! Do you think those people you saved will be happy if you die?!”

Her words were unexpectedly harsh, but Fang Xiwen was unable to refute them.

"You have someone you value, and you are willing to risk your own life to save her; but have you ever thought that in their eyes, you are just as important as them? What will they do if you die?

Could it be that Feng Liujian's death hasn't made you understand this truth?!"

“I am changing it.”

"Ha." With a cold snort, Wang Ningzhu finally stopped scolding him when he saw him lower his head.

Then, even with her energy-cultivation skills, it took her several breaths to calm down; all along, she thought Fang Xiwen was a kind-hearted person, but after several questionings, she found out that this guy just didn't care.

I am so angry. Is there such an irresponsible bastard in the world?

"In short," she let out a long breath, "that's where your problem lies. You worry too much, think too much, and don't focus on yourself."

"Thank you, I understand a little bit now."

He thought the conversation was over, but Wang Ningzhu pulled him back to sit, "I'd like to take this opportunity to say a few more words. If you don't want to hear it, don't take it to heart, but I will still say it."

"Ah."

"Fang Xiwen, martial arts is about following your own will. Becoming stronger essentially means not wanting to be constrained. If you want to be a wandering knight, don't think twice.

It's fun to avenge your enemies and kill those who are unfair. Why be so fussy?

When you meet a bad guy, you still have to argue with him about whether he deserves death or how heavy the sentence should be... Where is this great judge?"

"I beg to differ."

"It's up to you. Anyway, I think that your strongest time was when you were alone in Dingjun." Wang Ningzhu's eyes showed some spirit. "At that time, you slept in the open air, your hair was messy, you were wearing a straw raincoat, and you were alone with a sword.

The first time I saw you, your aura was overwhelming, as if nothing in the world could catch your eye. That is the true meaning of "not caring."

"It's a bit exaggerated." Fang Xiwen smiled.

"I'm not kidding. When will you be able to ignore others and only think about yourself... In this world, no one can be your opponent, including me."

The woman's words seemed to travel through time and space and landed on the assassin in black.

Originally, this was a world that had nothing to do with him.

Not only is it irrelevant, but everything that comes his way is full of malicious intent - kidnapping, body possession, soul testing, interrogation, torture... Everyone wants him to die, but he insists on living.

The world doesn't care about his life or death, so he doesn't care about the world either.

Walking forward step by step, the dead soldier seemed to just want to prove something: maybe he had been here before, maybe it was revenge, or maybe there was another possibility...

He had stepped on the corpses of many people, and his black clothes were dyed scarlet with blood, looking ferocious with bared fangs and claws, as if it was the ceremonial crown for the emperor; he also had no martial arts will, it was just a pure path.

It is the road of the emperor.