Fairy, I really am a villain!

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Chapter 412 No Fault

Outside the city of God, a great battle ended.

For a young man who had just entered the outdoor scene, two Dharma bodies fought fiercely. The masters and great masters who usually only existed in the legends of the martial arts world fought against each other, and two magical weapons were also deployed -

On the surface, this is simply a competition for talent;

But in the eyes of those who were concerned, this was the first sign of strength revealed by the imperial court after decades of forbearance, and it was a signal that it was preparing to take action against the sect.

The array patterns on the city wall flickered, and the Demon-Slaying Array that had witnessed everything was still operating. There was no trace of the place that was hit by the Emperor's sword technique.

When the saint was so angry that he almost vomited blood, all the officials had already supported the throne and left.

At this time, there were only two figures wearing Qiankun Taoist robes standing on the top of the city. The older one had an immortal look, and the younger one was as ethereal as a cloud. They each leaned on the railing and looked into the distance.

'He actually did it...'

The loud laughter was still ringing in his ears. Yun Wuxin, who rushed out of the city and witnessed everything, had complicated thoughts, but in the end, they all turned into a faint joy.

Just like the scattered frosting on the cake, it has a refreshing sweetness.

After no longer avoiding her feelings and learning that he had escaped safely, Yun Wuxin suddenly found herself much happier than she thought.

If there was a bronze mirror in front of her, she would be able to see the most beautiful appearance of a woman in the world: upturned eyebrows, slightly curved eyes, and a faint smile on her lips. Although it was subtle, her happiness could be seen at a glance.

Let me go back to the east tomorrow, and the moon will fill the boat with longing for you tonight...

The words are average, but the meaning is good. But I have received so many love poems, how come I remember this one so long?

'Maybe it's because he's sincere,' Yun Wuxin thought.

Yun Wendao, who was standing by, glanced at her expression and said nothing. He just flicked his whisk toward the sky, dispersing all the clouds and revealing the remaining Qiankun formation inside.

After being used once, the formation broke down.

After all, so many people were moved at once, and the core of the formation couldn't bear it. It should have broken on the spot. If we send people to dig in the soil, they should be able to find some fragments.

"Is that scholar in white the leader of the Shenji Sect?" Yun Wuxin asked, looking up.

"It's him. He hasn't wasted any time over the years, and his formation skills have improved. I can't understand it anymore," Yun Wendao said after looking at it for a while. He raised his hand and broke the formation pattern, saying, "It's a good thing that he is willing to cooperate with Fang Xiaoyou in acting."

It turned out that Yang Huaian was pretending to evacuate, but he actually hid in the clouds and accumulated strength for a long time. When Lu Tiangang broke free, he activated the formation when the time came and teleported all the people in the sect away.

"Is it because you are attracted to talent?"

"Well, I would do the same if I were in your shoes." Yun Wendao sighed and smiled bitterly, "This boy is truly a natural talent. If he could be born in my Yun family, I wouldn't have to..."

"You won't have to pass the Tianyan Atlas to me." Yun Wuxin smiled, as if he remembered something.

She said something similar to Fang Xiwen when they first met.

Because according to the ancient teachings of the Yun family, the unwritten rule is that the family's skills or magic weapons, such as the Tianyan Atlas and the Luoshu, are only passed down to males and not females, but there are no restrictions on external skills such as the Kanxu Swordsmanship.

However, on the one hand, the practice of Tianyan's art is extremely difficult, and on the other hand, it requires very high qualifications, understanding, and character of the practitioner. If it were not for the Yun family's profound foundation, the ancient teachings would have been discontinued long ago.

But even so, there are many cases where inheritance has to be passed down from generation to generation, just like the Yun family today.

At first, Yun Wendao was obsessed with cultivation, ignoring his family's dissuasion, and had only one son when he was young;

Later, some accidents happened and his only son died early, leaving only a posthumous child in the family. It was too late for him to regret, so he could only let someone give birth to the child, which led to the current Yun Wuxin.

This girl is very ambitious. Not only is her talent the best among her peers, her character, comprehension, and physique are all top-notch. She is considered the most suitable person in the Yun family to practice the Tianyan Atlas in thousands of years, but she is a girl.

Among the younger generation there is Yun Yichuan, whose talent and ability may not be as good as hers, but he is also quite good, but he happened to be a side child.

Although both of them made exceptions and passed on their skills, it was ultimately against the ancestral rules. Therefore, Yun Wendao always had some obsessions in his heart. In addition, when people get old, the only thing they care about is their descendants, so as a grandmaster, he has become worried and gray-haired.

"Even if he wasn't born in the Yun family, if he could stay this time, at least your marriage would be settled. What a pity."

The old Taoist made no secret of his affection for Fang Xiwen and sighed twice in a short period of time.

"What's the pity?"

Hearing this, the happy expression on Yun Wuxin's face disappeared, and he said in a slightly cold tone: "He doesn't owe us anything, Supervisor."

"I know."

"It's a real pity for someone like him to stay in the court and serve the Gao family," she did not hide her disgust for the royal family. "Instead of getting involved in the mess at court, it's better to be a carefree knight. At least out of sight, out of mind."

This was said very straightforwardly. In fact, Yun Wuxin had known the nature of the Gao family for a long time. When Gao Chengyou provoked a border conflict and killed a group of grassland people, it was she who helped to settle the incident.

The original intention of that incident was actually very simple: if the Golden Horde really went south, the first group they would crush would be the northern sects headed by the Sword Forging Villa. Even if the latter were unwilling to fight, the pack of wolves would burn down their mountain gates.

In this way, not only would the strength of the sects be consumed, but the army would also be able to defeat the Golden Tent and conquer those sects at the same time.

As for those ordinary people affected...it doesn't matter. The Gao family can afford the slight loss of humanitarian power.

"The king regards the country as his private property, his subjects as his enemies, and the people as grass. His subordinates follow his example. The current situation in the Great Jin Dynasty is like this. What can Fang Xiwen do and what can he change?"

Glancing back at the place where the ministers had knelt, Yun Wuxin's expression turned completely cold.

In her eyes, the court was not even worthy of having such a capable minister.

After all, if you want to be an official in Dajin, loyalty, ability, and conscience are almost an impossible triangle. It is difficult for someone who is both loyal and capable to have a conscience, and it is difficult for someone who is both loyal and conscientious to have ability.

Fang Xiwen obviously possesses the latter two, so the lack of loyalty can only be made up with the Emperor's Sword.

"That being said, the Yun family doesn't owe him anything."

After he finished speaking, Yun Wendao gently stroked the city wall, his eyes slightly narrowed as he looked towards the sky, and the aura on his body became solemn and murderous.

Glancing sideways, Yun Wuxin said calmly, "Supervisor, do you think Fang Xiwen brought so many people here just to stage a beautiful escape scene?"

"Whatever his intention is, it has nothing to do with me. Now that the edifice is about to collapse, if there is someone close to the sect who can mediate -" "Supervisor!"

Yun Wuxin interrupted him directly and shook his head:

"It's too late to help him. Have you forgotten? Xinggong rejected our request for communication a long time ago, leaving no room for negotiation. The palace master is quite far-sighted and has been planning the magic alliance for a long time. You can't be unaware of it."

After a few arguments, Yun Wendao fell silent.

The so-called overall situation he mentioned was just an excuse. The contradiction between the sect and the court was simply irreconcilable. One side would always be strong while the other would always be weak. The reason why he raised this banner was that the Yun family would have no successors.

If Yun Yichuan was really detained by the royal family, would the Yun family dare to perish together with them?

It can be said that if Yun Wuxin in front of him was a man, things would be much simpler: Yun Wendao would ask for favors to send her directly to Shenjimen, and then bring Luoshu, family members, etc., and ask for Yang Huaian's care;

Once the funeral arrangements were made, he would personally lead a group of people to attack the Golden Throne Hall, letting the whole world see the limits of the Tianyan sorcerer.

But she just wasn't.

So now that Fang Xiwen has escaped, Yun Wendao has only two options:

Either you risk your life to figure out his location and bring him back at all costs;

Or they could just hand over Yun Yichuan and put all their hopes on Yun Wuxin's offspring.

But is the second option appropriate?

Look at the granddaughter in front of you. How many things of the Yun family are on her shoulders?

While others were having fun, she was learning piano, chess, tea ceremony, etiquette; while others were eating and drinking, she was meditating, practicing, learning divination, and memorizing hexagrams; while others were talking about love, she was dealing with domestic and foreign affairs, big and small matters...

The name is Wuxin, is it really Wuxin?

Thinking about his dead son again, Yun Wendao really had the nerve to ask, "Do you have someone you like?" Did he really want to force her to marry someone else just to have a child?

"But we can't lose the ancient teachings..."

Ever since he pointed that finger at Fang Xiwen, Yun Wendao's immortal aura seemed to have been eroded. Now he no longer had the bearing of a grandmaster, but instead looked like an old man in his twilight years.

For the sake of the Yun family, he shamelessly plotted against the younger generation, openly helping Fang Xiwen, but secretly placing restrictions on him;

On the battlefield, he even tore off his old face, bullied the weak, and stopped Fang Tianyu, so that the latter did not even have the opportunity to talk to his "son";

And now that the young man had tried his best and finally escaped, he had to rely on the Tianyan technique to catch him back...

"I knew it."

What interrupted his thoughts was Yun Wuxin's voice, which was slightly joyful.

Turning his head, he saw that she was calculating something with her eyes closed. Her finger movements kept changing, and the clouds and mist around her gathered and dispersed, transforming into some Taoist patterns that even he could not understand.

Suddenly, Yun Wuxin stretched out her hand and three sticks popped out from the mist. She glanced down and seemed to understand something. She chuckled and said, "Don't worry, the Gao family won't do anything to us. As for why..."

Maybe someone doesn't want to see her get married even more than they want to be caught?

"Pooh, pooh, pooh, you are so sentimental."

"...Yeah." Yun Wendao naturally wouldn't ask 'what did you calculate', but just nodded slightly.

After returning home, he stepped on the hexagram in his room, and finally looked at the hexagram, and his eyebrows immediately frowned deeply:

'The lower part is Zhen and the upper part is Dui, there is thunder in the marsh... Yuanhenglizhen, there is no fault.'

Such a big thing has happened, and I have made mistakes in almost every step, so how can the hexagram indicate no blame?

Chapter 413 Let him pick up girls according to the emperor’s order!

Behind the Golden Throne Hall is the saint's bedroom.

Ever since he was forced to get off the city wall in anger, Emperor Yuan of Jin remained in a state of rage until he returned to the palace. The officials did not dare to step forward to persuade him, so they could only kneel all the way and urge the emperor to take care of his health. It was not until the eunuch Yu, who held the seal, threatened to commit suicide that he reluctantly rested.

This rest lasted for two full days.

It was late at night when Emperor Yuan of Jin opened his eyes again.

With just a light cough, the glass lamps in the room lit up, illuminating the agarwood beams and the curtains embroidered with silver crabapple. Then the palace maids came over, holding footcloths made of cloud-patterned silk.

Gao Yuanhuai didn't think it was a big deal in the past, but now he was a little concerned, so he waved his sleeves to disperse them and said, "Call Eunuch Yu."

However, the old eunuch was half a quarter of an hour late today.

Yu Zhihe was seen holding a pot of wine in his hand, jogging from the door to the dragon bed, first taking out a wooden basin from the cabinet next to him, then kneeling on the ground and slapping himself, saying: "Damn this servant! I made the master wait for so long..."

"It doesn't matter."

He raised his hand slightly to pardon his crime, and then Gao Yuanhuai caught a glimpse of the imperial wine in his hand, and felt a slight prick in his heart. He asked casually, "Eunuch Yu, what is the market price of this bottle of imperial wine?"

"My Lord, this is the private brew of the Song family. The raw materials are worth only a few hundred taels of silver at most. It is only because it is difficult to buy outside that it seems expensive." Yu Zhihe always understood the emperor's mind. He answered, smiled, poured the imperial wine into the basin, and said:

"Although this wine is expensive, it is priceless after being soaked in the dragon body of the master. This boy does not know how to count. It is just like a mad dog barking at the sun. Master, why are you arguing with him?"