Fairy, I really am a villain!

"do not do it."

"Have you wronged me?" Fang Xiwen took her hand, pulled her up and sat her on his lap, and said with a sly smile: "Do you still remember that when we had grilled fish last time, you owed me something."

"Uh, no, I don't remember." Luo Qingni's face turned red and she turned away and didn't look at him.

"Hehe, it's been delayed for so long, the interest is compounded..."

"Lock, lock the door! Go lock the door first, I'll play a trick on you..." She pointed at the bolt, her voice sounding as thin as a mosquito's.

So Fang Xiwen picked her up like a princess, walked a few steps to the door, and said with a smile: "Lock it."

"Stop swaying, I can't reach you..."

Intently teasing her, Fang Xiwen swayed back and forth, causing her hand to almost touch the bolt each time.

It was so funny. The girl would be foolishly teased by him just for playing a few strong winds.

"Why don't you try to kick it with your foot?"

“Hey! Hey! No, stop shaking—” “Bang!!”

I saw Luo Qingni's small feet in silk stockings hooking and hooking, but she just couldn't touch the door. Then, there was a loud noise, and the door was pushed open by someone.

The sunlight suddenly shone in, and he stepped back holding Luo Qingni, his eyes "glaring" at the person who ruined his good deeds.

It was Jiang Xingchu.

"What?" Fang Xiwen seemed a little unhappy.

"Mr. Fang, how dare you question me?" Jiang Xingchu seemed to be furious, her small chest heaving under her skirt. "You were caught hugging another woman by me, and you dare to talk to me like this?!"

“This, this…” “Xiao Jiang!”

Just as he was hesitating, Luo Qingni took the initiative to jump out of his arms and hold Jiang Xingchu's hand, "I missed you so much."

"Yeah, me too." She immediately put on a warm and gentle look, smiled with curved eyes, "I just heard that you were here, Xiaoqing, so I came to see you."

"Really? I'm so happy."

"Let's go to my room and talk slowly, okay?" Jiang Xingchu glared back at someone after noticing his sharp gaze. "Some things are not suitable to be said in front of Brother Xiwen."

"OK."

Luo Qingni turned her head and winked at him quietly, made some mouth movements to show that she would not "default on her debt", and then was taken out.

"Don't lead her astray!" Fang Xiwen followed up with a sentence.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to tell you who was the person who wanted to do something bad just now." Jiang Xingchu snorted at him coldly, stretched out his foot and closed the door.

After the two of them left, Fang Xiwen concealed the unwilling look on his face and chuckled instead.

He could probably see Jiang Xingchu's mentality just now. He was jealous, but also really happy.

No matter what, this was the first time the two girls met "offline", so it was reasonable for them to be excited: the Saint Lady didn't have many friends of the same age, and those in the Xinggong were either subordinates or elders, and few people would communicate with her "equally";

Although Luo Qingni is popular in the sect, she is too soft-hearted and is too well protected by her master and senior sisters. Perhaps she really does not have anyone who can be called a "close friend".

These two people surprisingly get along well with each other, often talk in group chats, and have a good relationship.

Fang Xiwen was quite pleased about this. While he was happy for the two of them, he also had some unhealthy thoughts, such as the last time in the spiritual realm -

"...Bah, bah, bah, how could I think that?"

After severely reprimanding himself a few times, he collected his thoughts and sat down on the couch.

It would be a waste if we don’t practice spiritual cultivation in this rare and peaceful time.

~~

After this period of digestion, he had completely absorbed the power of humanity that flowed back from the Emperor's Sword.

Before, most of this power was stored in the Dantian, but a lot of it also remained in the meridians.

After making all the power of humanity his own, he discovered that his meridians had also been subtly adjusted. As long as he made some minor modifications, he could transform the "Book of Shocking the World" into the "Book of Imperial Scriptures".

In fact, the former is a simplified version of the latter. In order to reduce the difficulty of practice, many original exercise routes were cut:

This was because most people could not endure such complicated circulation of the meridians - but his meridians were much stronger than those of ordinary people, and with the secret assistance of the Emperor's Sword, it was not difficult to perfect it.

"call."

After exhaling a breath of foul air, Fang Xiwen opened his eyes. The noble golden color almost filled his pupils, and then slowly faded away like the tide.

Not only that, the aura on his body was slowly withdrawn, as if it was collapsing towards his dantian, and gradually the whole person lost all his magical powers, and his breath became steady, as if he was just an ordinary person.

After his level of Huangji Jingshi Book improved and he was able to maintain a balance with the Eight-Nine Profound Arts in his body, he naturally entered the realm of unity between man and nature.

Raising his hand and rubbing the location of the ancestral acupoint between his eyebrows with his index finger, Fang Xiwen looked out of the window at the huge house.

The corridors are winding, the bamboo forest is quiet, and there are rockery and waterside pavilions.

He won't stay in the capital for long.

Chapter 382 Ask Him to Beg for Mercy

The river lanterns flow down the Yaojin River, accompanying the luxurious cruise ships and pleasure boats, just like the moon surrounded by stars, passing through the arch bridge from east to west.

The rich scent of rouge filled the shore.

On a painted boat, a young man was enjoying himself with his beautiful lady. He was clapping the railings while listening to the woman's singing. They were entwining their bodies and looking very happy.

Since there is no tradition of curfew, the nights are so lively that if you live here for a long time, you will often have the illusion that the nights are longer than the days.

"The capital of God is so lively."

In the private room on the tenth floor of the best restaurant, Fanlou, Luo Ting withdrew his gaze from the window, raised his wine glass and chuckled.

"It's mainly because the New Year is coming soon. It's not like this all year round." Fang Tianyu picked up the wine pot and poured him a glass. "Brother Ting, please."

Seeing this, Luo Ting lowered his wine glass and clinked it with him.

Ding!

"Oh, it's about that brat in my house," Fang Tianyu started the conversation by referring to what happened just now before he drank too much. "He had a very ridiculous period in the past."

"How to say?"

"Just like what Brother Ting saw, he was always on those boats, hanging out with his bad friends, staying out all night... Because of some special reasons back then, I deliberately didn't discipline him, and as a result, he made a big mistake."

As he spoke, Fang Tianyu lowered his eyes.

In those days, the sage did not like the children of noble families to be too outstanding, and he personally selected several geniuses to be his consorts. Although they were very popular at the time, they either died halfway or became mediocre in the end.

In order to cater to this unpredictable "checks and balances", the attitudes of each family towards their offspring have also changed: Fang Xingyun, the legitimate son of the Fang family, is unruly, Yuwen Chou's cultivation is abolished by his father himself, Yun Yichuan was sent to Yiling early...

Chicken feathers all over the place.

"I see. But Brother Fang, there's an old saying that goes, 'A prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold.' I think this kid is doing pretty well now."

After listening to someone's "glorious deeds", Luo Ting drank the wine in his glass and smiled.

"I'm not forcing Brother Ting to accept it. I just want to say that no matter how wrong a person is, it's all my fault as a father." As he said this, Fang Tianyu drank three glasses in a row.

Seeing this, Luo Ting touched him again, his eyes flickering.

He has been in the world for decades, so he can naturally see a lot of things from Fang Xiwen, including whether he is a so-called "prodigal son".

"Let the young people make their own decisions."

"Okay, it's Fang who's being nagging. I'll drink a glass of wine as punishment!"

The crisp sound of clinking glasses was heard again in the private room.

~~

The servants of the Fang Mansion walked out of the door and hung a few red lanterns under the eaves.

Just after he tied the rope, he remembered the instructions of the third young master at home, so he took it down again, carefully scraped off half of the lamp oil, and then hung it back up.

"I have a good memory."

In the inner house, Fang Xiwen stood in the yard and sniffed, and found that the smell of burning lamp oil had faded a lot, so he nodded with satisfaction.

After practicing a few sword techniques, he casually threw the sword back onto the weapon rack beside him and stretched.

A bit too idle.

Fang Tianyu and Luo Ting knowing each other helped him a lot and saved him a lot of worries.

The former wouldn't clamor to meet his future daughter-in-law, and the latter wouldn't try every means to drag him out for a drink. Now the two old men just happened to have a companion, and there happened to be so many restaurants in Shendu -

In the next few days, Fang Xiwen probably won't have the chance to see these two people again unless he goes to drink too.

"Although I am somewhat interested in the anecdotes of the older generation, what I am more concerned about is..." He looked towards a lighted room in the yard, feeling very curious.

That was the room where Luo Qingni and Jiang Xingchu were having a long conversation.

Most people care about other people's opinions of themselves, and Fang Xiwen is no exception - although he is thick-skinned enough - he is very interested in how his closest people see him.

First of all, eavesdropping is a bad behavior.

Considering that the person in the room was Jiang Xingchu, he was cautious, looked around and locked his eyes on the small pond in the corner of the yard.

When I got closer, I saw a few colorful koi in the pond, which would occasionally pop up from the water and spit out bubbles.

He picked up several stones of different sizes from the rockery next to him, lined them up by the water, and then used the concealment method recorded in the "Sparse Shadows and Sky Weaving" technique to sneak to the door of the wing room.

Pause, listen carefully, and slowly slow your heartbeat.

With Fang Xiwen's current heavenly realm, he is somewhat confident in doing this kind of thing - Jiang Xingchu can't find out unless he goes outside, and the little glutton has the ability but not the mind.

A clear and ethereal voice entered his ears.

Inside the wing, a small lamp was lit on the table, a gold-inlaid stove was placed on the ground, and the window was half open.

The two girls inside turned sideways to the table and sat down facing each other.

Luo Qingni placed her hands obediently on her knees with a faint smile on her face; Jiang Xingchu supported her elbows on the table, sitting casually with her starry eyes curved.

The two seemed to be talking about their own sect.

"...I am now the leader of this generation of disciples. I don't have to show up in person for many competitions, unless I'm fighting against an opponent like Sister Fang.

But after I passed the location test, very few people were willing to challenge me. "

"I see." Jiang Xingchu nodded gently, thought for a while and asked, "Has the sword sect held any activities such as sword fighting and Taoism recently?"