Fairy, I really am a villain!

"...Why am I so disrespectful?"

After glaring at her, Fang Xiwen slapped her chopsticks away.

"You're still saying no?"

"Oh, your understanding of seniority means that everyone should give way to you? Please, you are the one with the highest seniority, okay?"

"Then you should listen to me even more."

When Fang Qingxiao snatched the meat from his bowl, another pair of chopsticks reached out, "Xiwen, this piece from Second Sister is for you."

Looking up, Li Muyu was smiling quietly, which was completely different from that certain person.

"Thank you, sis."

"Hmm?" Fang Qingxiao was stunned. "Thank me for what?"

"I'm not talking about you. I'm now unilaterally announcing that your generation will be demoted to the second. Anyway, the age difference between you two is not that big, and you can't tell the difference," Fang Xiwen said leisurely, pointing with his chopsticks, "You are the younger one now."

"Why?!"

"Because you don't act like an older sister at all."

"You are distorting the facts." She put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"I just want to call myself that. The mouth is on my body. What's it to you?"

Seeing him like this, Fang Qingxiao got angry and immediately grabbed his collar and dragged him into the room, "Do you think I can do anything about it? Is it because I haven't checked your progress in cultivation for too long?!"

"Second...Sister Mu You, save me!"

Chapter 353: Feeling Good

For the other party Qing Xiao, as long as it is related to spiritual practice, there is never an option of giving in.

Even long ago, when they were sparring, she would hit him hard, and Fang Xiwen's butt would hurt even when she was sitting.

As for now, when the latter's moves have made great progress...the result is still not much different.

"Xiwen is already very powerful, stronger than all my fellow disciples. But he is still not as good as me." After saying this, Fang Qingxiao leisurely left the training room.

That back figure is particularly elegant and extraordinary.

Although he knew that she meant no harm in what she said, Fang Xiwen still felt a little unhappy... Fortunately, he could get back at her from somewhere else.

into the night.

Currently, the interval between their dual cultivation has stabilized at once every three days, and today is their turn.

Unlike usual times when she would be dragged to the bed by force, Fang Xiwen had already packed her things.

When Fang Qingxiao, wearing a bathrobe and barefoot, walked in, he locked the door with his backhand, then sat on the bed and opened his arms: "Come on."

"So you're so honest today? You really deserve a beating."

With a complacent snort, Fang Qingxiao also sat on it, leaned back and lay in his arms. After finding a comfortable position, she took out a book on the mental skills of another sword school and read it.

According to her, this is called "taking the strengths of all schools and making up for one's own weaknesses", which is the foundation of practicing the so-called "Wanxiang" sword intent.

To put it bluntly, simplicity is the best way to achieve success. The name sounds impressive, but the recipe is very simple.

"Yes, yes, I'm itching to be punished."

Gently holding her waist, Fang Xiwen began to unbutton her wide bathrobe.

When the straps were pulled, the clothes became loose, revealing a pair of slender legs.

"I'm starting now?"

"Touch it, touch it."

"...Stop acting like I'm taking advantage of you, okay?"

Although he said this, his breathing couldn't help but become rapid.

The main thing is that the senior sister has a really good figure. You can’t see it when she wears a loose white dress, but when you get closer you will find that she is really...well-endowed.

"How is it here?"

"no feelings."

"So I go down?"

"Well, you can touch all the acupuncture points. Should I take off all my clothes? It feels a bit in the way."

"Don't, don't, don't..."

Generally speaking, their dual cultivation is still based on the same process of transferring energy to each other, but during this process, Fang Xiwen suggested adding one more item, which is today's "massage".

...In order to cure the sequelae of the Sword Sect's mental method, and to see if she, who has a "cold" constitution, can also react, I tried it everywhere. It's not that I have any other intentions.

There was a book with drawings of various acupuncture points on the windowsill. He read it while pressing his fingertips on the smooth skin.

During this time, Fang Qingxiao was quietly held in his arms, reading the sword manual intently and letting him touch her.

"Ah."

After trying for an unknown amount of time, she finally made a sweet sound, put the book down, and responded: "Tianhui acupoint."

"Are you feeling it?"

"Come again..."

At this time, Fang Xiwen's hand was pressed on the upper part of her waist. With a little force, she let out a soft cry and her cheeks turned slightly red.

"Finally I caught him!"

"How is it?" he asked in a pretentious manner without stopping.

"Yes, a little bit."

"Oh, then I'll increase the strength?" Without her consent, Fang Xiwen gently scraped it a few times with his fingertips, and then pressed down with a little force.

"Ok!"

Fang Qingxiao in his arms shrank immediately, covered her mouth with her hands, tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and her expression became more charming.

"Sister, do you feel it?"

"N-No... Yeah!"

"You're still saying no, but listen to what you're saying."

"You talk too much nonsense," Fang Qingxiao felt a little embarrassed and annoyed for a rare time. She turned around and pressed him down, saying viciously, "Humph, it's all for cultivation!"

The two of them interlocked their fingers, as if they were wrestling up and down, but Fang Xiwen had a slight advantage in this regard, and the situation was in a stalemate for a while.

"Let go and open your mouth!"

My soft hair brushed against my cheek and fell, and her urging rang in my ears.

"If it's just about transferring Qi, you can transfer it by putting your palms together. Do you believe that it's for the purpose of cultivation?"

"Otherwise, do you think I would like this kind of thing?"

"...No?"

There was no answer. The cold lips pressed directly against hers, and the voice leaked out intermittently:

"Well... love is a minor path, like the Maitreya sect, even if you achieve a golden body, it is of little use... I won't get addicted, I have my own way... Ugh, open your teeth..."

The massage was so wonderful, Fang Qingxiao actually knew how to act like a spoiled child... Soon the lights went out with a click, and the whole room became dark.

The eldest sister has a unique combination of soft lips and hard mouth, you have to try it.

~~

For the next few days, nothing happened.

Since Fang Tinghao's case, the Yang Party seemed to have settled down. They probably knew that it was useless to do small things, and they were probably waiting for something big to happen.

Thanks to this, Fang Xiwen's life became a little more relaxed.

After working for a while and putting the occupied shop back into operation, he brought some younger members of the Fang family with him and taught them some management techniques to prevent the shop from being taken back by others in the future.

It is worth mentioning that the total value of the confiscated cloth, money, shops, etc. alone is almost more than 10% of the Fang family's annual income.

But for Fang Xiwen, the money is secondary; what matters most is reputation.

Since things had come to this point, Li Wuji had no choice but to drag his feet even if he wanted to, and could only be forced to continue the investigation. In the end, the murderer was found to be an old soldier raised by the Song family, and the main culprit was Song Canxing, who killed people out of suspicion.

I heard that the latter has confessed his guilt and is now being held in a dungeon, crying day and night; but Fang Xiwen knows that he is just a "stand-in", and the real Song Canxing is probably still at large, but he has restrained himself and dares not show up again.

yamen.

"It doesn't matter. As long as he admits his guilt, we will have plenty of ways to deal with him in the future." Looking at the two brothers of the Kong family, Fang Xiwen handed over a stack of documents: "Disclose all the evidence found in Liu Zhuo's residence and make Yang Tianxiu's reputation even worse."

"But sir, his bad reputation is well known to everyone in the gods. Is it necessary? I'm afraid it won't have much effect, and it will only cause your opponents to throw dirty water on you as well."

Kong Yucai was a smart man. He took it and asked.

"That's fine. I wish he would do it. Okay, go ahead and do it." Without explaining too much, Fang Xiwen sent both of them away.

If all the information about Liu Zhuo's perjury is spread out, it will definitely be seen by those who have been cheated, and it may become a strength for him.

On the other hand, through the Yun family, he also knew that Yang Tianxiu had been in the palace recently. He should be trying to please Princess Zhaoyang or her attendants. In short, he was preparing for the wedding banquet.

The wedding banquet had invited many guests, and its significance was definitely more than just congratulations. If things went wrong, blood might even be shed on the spot: before Fang Xiwen came, the Yang family had always been ganging up on the dissidents.

"It's time to prepare in advance." Thinking this way, he went to Yun Mansion.

~~

This time he didn't see Yun Wuxin. After making himself a pot of tea in the yard, he got some good news.

The Yun family's information channels were really well-informed. They said that the Dingjun merchant they were asked to investigate had been found, and a time had been arranged for him, which was tonight.

Judging from the content of Wang Ningzhu's letter, this group of unscrupulous businessmen sold them a batch of counterfeit goods, causing considerable trouble to the Wang family.

Although she had no intention of asking for help or complaining, Fang Xiwen could not tolerate this.

The banquet for the conversation was held in a manor outside the city. To be on the safe side, I brought a stronger thug with me to the banquet:

"Fang Qingxiao!"

"What are you doing? You have no respect for your parents."