Fairy, I really am a villain!

To make these plans is definitely not to do good things, so if we can stop them, we should stop them.

He waited in the training hall for a while, and a slender shadow attendant in a black tights flashed in from the door, bowed and saluted, "Master, the order has been given."

"Okay. But I have one more thing to ask." Fang Xiwen motioned for her to sit down and looked around in confusion. "Why can't I find any information about the New Six Gates?"

"New Six Doors?"

"They are the experts sent from the Divine Capital to take over," Fang Xiwen gestured, "It's been more than a month, right? Are they still on their way on horseback?"

Ever since Taoist Kongyu was captured, Shendu has sent people here, but now he is dead and you haven't taken office yet?

"Well, I really haven't received any similar news..." Shadow Servant hesitated for a rare moment and switched to secret voice transmission, "It's just that, by some coincidence, the Second Master also left the Divine Capital at about the same time."

Second Master?

By the way, he is the Third Young Master’s cheap second uncle.

By the way, was Shadow Servant sent to do something before?

In the entire Fang family, there are only a few people who can give her orders directly without me...

Ying Shi looked at his young master quietly, only to see that his expression had returned to calm. He just nodded slightly, "I understand. I'll have to trouble you for a while, Yue'er."

"Master," Shadow Servant blinked as if he suddenly remembered something, "Do you want to hire another personal guard?"

"No need, having my sister is enough."

My sister can deal with enemies below the ninth level, but if she wants to deal with enemies above that, she has to go to the half-step exterior.

It's not that you can't ask your family for it, but they are usually old men and women in their fifties or sixties who have worked their way up to get promoted. It's better for you to follow your sweet and soft sister.

After thinking for a while, he turned and left the training hall.

Chapter 49 Someone Can't Sleep

Tianyu Gate, Tianyuan Peak.

This is the Taoist temple of Taoist Kong Yuan. The mountain is filled with spiritual energy, and immortal birds often fly by, and pavilions and towers stand tall.

This mountain welcomed a new guest a month ago, Ye Baiyu, the last disciple of Taoist Kong Yuan and a brave man who cleans out the evil practitioners in his sect.

Clearly, I just wanted to seek justice for Wang Heiqi and those dead brothers, but now I have gained such benefits.

Not only was he accepted as a disciple by Kong Yuan and became the direct descendant of the elder, but he was also taught the entire "Tian Yu Wu Ji". In addition to the "Tian Yuan Sword Art" he got from the mountain village, he only lost some of Old Han's soul power on this trip.

Under the sharp contrast between gains and losses, no matter how unwilling he was, he had to admit that Wang Heiqi's death was worth it, very... worth it.

But he definitely left more than just these things for himself.

After settling down, Ye Baiyu sent people to find his birthplace, which was a small border village far away from Yiling.

Wang Heiqi's father was a general. He died in the battle against the demon tribe more than 20 years ago. It was said that he should have received a large pension based on his military merits, but only one or two taels of silver fell into the hands of his mother and daughter.

Later, when the land was annexed, the woman and her children could no longer protect the few acres of land at home, and were finally driven out of the village. The woman starved to death on the road.

Based on the fragmentary words from the villagers, he could only investigate this much because Wang Heiqi had taken people back once.

Do those bandits deserve to die? Absolutely.

But did they choose this kind of life? Some did, while others were forced into it.

Who is forcing them? It is the demon tribe that killed his father;

It was the officials who embezzled the pensions;

Or greedy villagers?

He didn't understand.

"Yu, you have to run, run to a very high place—"

Ye Baiyu suddenly remembered this sentence again. He stopped meditating on the platform at the top of the mountain and stood up to greet the person he was waiting for.

"Bai Yu!"

A burly figure walked down the mountain and waved at him from afar.

Hearing this voice, a smile appeared on Ye Baiyu's usually cold face. He quickly walked over to greet him and led him into his new home.

"You've become rich now!" Yun Yichuan put his arm around his shoulders, sat down, slapped his thigh and started cursing, "Someone ruined something for me recently. It's so damn unlucky!"

The two had known each other for a long time, and Ye Baiyu had long been accustomed to his temper. He took out two cups and poured spiritual liquid into them, "What's wrong?"

"It's not a big deal," Yun Yichuan drank the spiritual liquid in one gulp, and slapped his thigh in anger again, "I finally dealt with all the dirty things at home, just when I finished the arrangements, this bastard jumped out to muddy the waters!

If I find out who he is, I will slap his head and turn it into a spinning top!"

...

...

"Le, someone won't be able to sleep tonight!"

In the practice room, Fang Xiwen sat on a newly bought old chair and read the official newspaper. Occasionally, when he had time, he would look up at the beautiful girls and smile until his mouth was about to break.

Because he had to practice actual combat with two people every day, he needed to spend a lot of time summarizing his experience, and sometimes he had to compare with different sword techniques, so he bought a comfortable auxiliary tool.

He had a board installed on his grand chair, and when he got tired of writing he would shake it a few times. His life was so comfortable.

Ever since he spread the news, judging from the feedback Shadow Servant received, the effect was much better than expected.

When he spread out the official bulletin on the board and was about to give instructions for the next course of action, Luo Qingni trotted over from the other side, her body wrapped in a training suit, looking a little delicate and naive.

She walked in front of Fang Xiwen, opened her arms and spun around, straightened her back, and snorted proudly, "No sweat!"

He stared at Luo Qingni for a while, curled his lips in disdain, and said, "You barely passed."

Then he moved to the side. Luo Qingni cheered and gently squeezed over to read the court newspaper together. "What interesting news is there this time?"

"Someone is going to be pissed off. Do you think this is fun?"

"Woohoo, you're so mean."

"...You just knew it was me?"

"Isn't it?"

Looking at those clear eyes, Fang Xiwen was speechless and could only shake the chair angrily, while Luo Qingni took the court newspaper and started reading.

'According to informants, the Qingmo God's Mansion is not a natural secret place, but a place set up by the three major sects (Tianyu, Shushan, and Mingyue) for disciples to use for actual combat and travel.

This is because all new disciples of the Mingyue Sword Sect are within this limit, and most of the contemporary descendants of the other two sects do not exceed four orifices.'

'Another piece of solid evidence is that everything that Qing Mo Shenjun passed down was the inheritance of the sword. Even the Tianyu Sect, which is not one of the six sword-wielding sects, has most of its disciples who are also very good at the sword.'

'So although this secret realm is called the God's Forgotten Residence to the outside world, it is actually the inner sect inheritance of various sects.'

'It's just a cover-up by the secret realm to select outstanding disciples!'

Luo Qingni finished reading a few copies of the court newspaper, put them in order on her stomach, and blinked, "The person who guessed this is really smart."

"That's because you are stupid."

Fang Xiwen took the report from her and said with a smile.

"What? Don't you think what he said makes sense?"

Luo Qingni was not convinced and began to speak up for the smart people she didn't know.

"That makes no sense. He just picked out the conditions that were useful to him and selectively ignored the useless ones."

Fang Xiwen rocked the old chair and said in a leisurely tone, "He didn't mention a word about how the Cave Heaven Limit was made. It's just a legend that Qing Mo Shenjun is good at swordsmanship."

"Now that you mention it, it seems so."

"Is that so? This technique is called the Archer's Fallacy. First you shoot the arrow and then you draw the target. It's very intimidating."

"This guy is so bad! I really misjudged him."

Luo Qingni condemned angrily, but before she could finish her words, the chair began to shake violently and almost shook her off.

"What?"

"I feel so sorry for him. Such a brilliant strategy is actually looked down upon by a fellow like you."

"So it's you, kid?!"

Luo Qingni was both angry and amused. She turned over and wanted to press on him. Her two white and tender hands grabbed him tightly: "You big bad guy, I want to seek justice for those who were cheated!"

"It's not me."

"Who would believe it?"

"Hey, it's really going to flip over!"

The two men were in a tangle on the old chair, and for a moment the latter began to shake violently, and then, unable to bear the weight, it fell to the ground sideways with a thud.

They subconsciously hugged each other and rolled to the door of the practice room.

Luo Qingni lay on top of him, her face red as she rubbed her back, "It hurts."

"You're the one shaking so hard. Get off me now!"

That being said, this guy is pretty comfortable to hold...

"Why are you so fierce? It was obviously you who lied first!"

The two were about to start quarreling again because of a disagreement, when the door of the practice room was suddenly pushed open.

Fang Qingxiao, dressed in white, holding a sword manual in her hand, just looked at them quietly.

The two men, one above and one below, clasped their hands together, and when they saw her, they froze.

"I can explain it, really..."

Chapter 50: The Yun Family's Past

Jingshui City, Fengqi Street, morning.

Old man Wang, who sold sugar water, walked back to the backyard with his shoulder pole, drew a bowl of refreshing cool water from the water tank, squatted at the door and drank it slowly.

Because of the morning market, many shops had already started doing business. He habitually estimated the crowd, his brows becoming increasingly heavy.

“Were there so many people before?”