Fairy, I really am a villain!

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"The harmony of yin and yang is the great principle of the world, and it does not refer exclusively to matters between men and women. Put away your dirty thoughts."

As his thoughts matured, the sword immortal's expression became leisurely. He explained to him casually while sipping tea.

Simply put, through the fusion of yin and yang in dual cultivation, if the two practitioners' skills are compatible, they can improve the conversion rate and absorption efficiency of natural treasures, heaven and earth energy, etc.

For example, if the heaven and earth energy contained in a natural treasure is used by Luo Qingni alone for cultivation, there may be loss or surplus during the entire breathing process, and the utilization efficiency is very low;

If they switched to dual cultivation, as long as the increased conversion rate exceeded the loss during single-person cultivation, that one natural treasure would be enough for two people to use together.

And even if it is not enough, if two people practice the same technique together and cultivate it in the form of dual cultivation, their breathing efficiency will be much higher than that of one person alone.

To use an inappropriate analogy, the breathing of a practitioner is like the pumping of water by a water pump, but the difference is that after the water is pumped up, it still needs to be refined in the body, rather than just pumping it out all the time;

Dual cultivation is not just about two water pumps working. Under the premise that the techniques are compatible, the combination of yin and yang can greatly increase the speed of refining, allowing the two water pumps to pump non-stop.

Furthermore, this method, which is in line with the great principles of heaven and earth, can refine the vital energy more thoroughly, making the total amount transformed into the body larger and purer.

"Of course, this requires a very high level of skill. If it is not a dual cultivation skill that directly targets the Dharmakaya, the effect will be limited no matter how good it is."

Seeing that he looked so happy, the swordsman gave him another blow out of inexplicable dissatisfaction.

"In that case, the one I have on hand won't work..." Fang Xiwen was not overwhelmed by excitement. He thought for a while and shook his head.

What he is using now is the dual cultivation technique that Fang Qingxiao got from the Sword Sect a long time ago: it is said that it was obtained by suppressing a hideout of the Maitreya Sect, and the rank is only that of a beginner in the field, which does not meet the requirements.

"The Maitreya Sect and the Hehuan Sect, only the fundamental teachings of these two sects will work," the sword immortal waved his hand, "Go find them."

"That's not right. If what you said is so powerful, why are these two sects classified as evil ways and are they hated by everyone?"

"Because their way is to gather and replenish, not to practice dual cultivation."

"Ok?"

"Dual cultivation is the combination of yin and yang, the fusion of spirit and flesh, emphasizing that the true qi of both parties should be exchanged and balanced, while Caibu is just asking for it..."

After saying so much, the Sword Immortal also emphasized: "Dual cultivation requires extremely high levels of tacit understanding and trust between the two parties. Not only do they have to let go of their bodies and minds and give and take as they please, but if one party has bad intentions, it can easily take the other's life."

"I see."

"After all, when practicing dual cultivation, both parties are completely defenseless. As long as one party has an idea, they can take advantage of the combination to directly plunder the other party's cultivation - because the two people's skills are similar - this method will not even have major side effects."

After hearing what she said, Fang Xiwen understood.

I think there are very few people in the world who are willing to put their lives in the hands of others, even if they are married couples.

With just a thought, not only can one kill the opponent, but also take everything back for oneself... No wonder the methods of Cai Bu and Lu Ding are so popular.

This method is both safe and profitable. In contrast, dual cultivation not only requires the two people to have the same mind, but also has huge risks. The final effect is not even as good as the former method of killing the chicken to get the eggs.

"Trust is not a big deal, the problem is tacit understanding... What do you think, can Xiao Qingni and I do this?"

"Why are you asking me this?" The Sword Immortal's voice suddenly became louder, his brows furrowed, and a hint of disgust appeared on his face. "Go and try it, and you'll know. Why are you telling me this?"

"Then let's..." "You really want to die, don't you?"

As his eyes swept over, the air in the room suddenly froze, and a deadly look suddenly appeared.

At this moment, Fang Xiwen really felt like a corpse. His skin began to wrinkle, his vision shook violently, and the moisture in his body continued to evaporate. He felt like he was buried in a wasteland of bones.

Fortunately, this situation was soon resolved.

Shivering, he smiled reluctantly: "Look, don't we have a good understanding? You understood before I even finished speaking...Okay, just kidding."

"..."

"I'm sorry, I don't have any bad thoughts towards you, I just said that casually. Really."

He raised his hands in surrender.

Just like Fang Xiwen himself, he hates being trapped in the stereotype of the Emperor. Conversely, he will not transfer his love for Luo Qingni to the Sword Immortal.

Even though their names, looks, and backgrounds are the same, they are two completely different people——

What you just said was too much.

"Heh." After a long silence, the sword immortal let out a cold breath.

Just at that moment, she suddenly felt that everything was boring and began to doubt why she had to think so much about him.

How will he relate to himself?

It is enough for her to be a bystander, she doesn't need anything more than that.

"Although I just said that, dual cultivation is only a theoretically feasible method. There are still many difficulties that need to be overcome."

The tone recovered, the sword immortal stood up and shook off his sleeves, "Don't waste time here, do your best."

"and many more!"

Calling her, Fang Xiwen reached into his arms and said, "I have something else to ask you."

He pressed his hand and slowly pushed a piece of paper onto the table, "Do you know this person..."

"How can I see it if you don't take it away?"

Frowning, the sword immortal just stretched out his hand in annoyance, but was grabbed by him.

Chapter 420 Physical Contact

The disgust on the Sword Immortal's face immediately intensified. He stopped and looked over coldly, "What are you doing?"

"I apologize," Fang Xiwen said quickly, "If you are still angry about the joke just now, then I apologize again: a joke is only a joke if the other party accepts it. I understand this principle. I was too proud of myself again."

"..."

"Maybe you don't think so, but I'm really happy to see you again - but that's not an excuse - I was just thinking about myself, sorry."

At this moment, the cold and tender hand was lying quietly in his palm;

Perhaps it was not used to physical contact with people, and I could feel that it wanted to shrink back, but it was pretending to be nothing and stretched out, so its nails scratched his skin lightly, causing it to feel itchy.

Without using any force, he looked extremely sincere, apologized twice cautiously, and then looked her over quietly.

In the past, the Sword Immortal was very reluctant to even sit next to him, but now his attitude has taken a 180-degree turn: the other party could have dodged if he wanted to, but he was still caught by him.

What does this mean?

Looking up, the sword fairy frowned slightly, narrowed her dark eyes, and the coldness almost came out of her eyes, "I'm not angry."

"Really? I misunderstood, haha..."

Looking at this shameless and fawning look, the sword immortal's face turned cold, but he wanted to laugh in his heart: This guy is just like a child who has done something wrong.

Because the two of them didn't spend much time together, and each time it was Fang Xiwen who took the initiative to come to her and ask for something, so a small part of her impression of him still came from the buried past.

Looking at this handsome face in front of him, even though he could tell the difference clearly in his mind, the Sword Immortal would sometimes still have visions of something: a scarlet cape, indifferent eyes, a corpse throne...

But he is apologizing to me now.

'He certainly wouldn't show this kind of expression in front of others.'

"How long do you want to hold it?"

For no reason, the sword fairy felt better and broke free from his hand, "Do you think I'm as childish as you? You get angry over the slightest thing."

"It's fine if you don't."

"Take your hands off the paper. Wanted criminal Shen Wanke... I have no impression of him. Not every small fry would catch my eye."

Seeing the disappointment on his face, the Sword Immortal slightly curved his eyes, "But I can recommend you a place: the vast sea on the edge of Mozhou. The terrain there is rugged and natural disasters are frequent. It is difficult to move in the open air, so many desperate people who rely on their cultivation gather here, either to settle down or to hide. You can try to look for it."

"Can you find it?"

"If he hadn't escaped from Dajin, hadn't fallen, and hadn't been captured, then he should be there. Experts are all determined."

~~

"Third Master!"

After leaving the inn, Fang Xiwen was stopped by someone before he had taken a few steps.

They were a few dark-skinned men with corsets and leggings. They seemed to have just returned from work. Their hair was still wet and stuck to their necks. They were waving at him vigorously.

"My uncle sent two chickens over. I asked my wife to cook them before I left this morning. Have you eaten yet, Third Master? If not, go home and open a jar of yellow wine to drink."

"Two chickens? It's a holiday, it's quite a feast."

Walking over, Fang Xiwen greeted them familiarly and said with a smile.

"Hey, let's celebrate! Thanks to you, Third Master, for helping us get our wages back. Otherwise, we really couldn't make it this far. You must come..."

The remaining few people also seemed a little excited and each of them sent out invitations.

"It's just a small favor. If you need anything, you can come back to me." He waved his hand. "But I'm not helping you for nothing. Please keep an eye on the people I mentioned earlier."

These boatmen and canal workers have traveled far and wide and are knowledgeable. They are also an important source of clues - it would be too conspicuous to only look for Shen Wanke - so he listed a few more people.

"Don't worry, leave it to us! It's getting late, shall we go home now?" The boatman grinned, "My wife is a good cook, I guarantee you will be satisfied with the meal!"

"Well, I can't come empty-handed. You guys go and pack first, and I'll buy some things to bring over."

"What are you buying? You're so polite!"

"Two jars of Yuquan, just tell me whether you want it or not."

Seeing him bring out the local famous liquor, the wine-loving boatmen began to hesitate, then burst into laughter and separated on the spot.

After recognizing the house, Fang Xiwen went to a nearby shop, bargained skillfully, and bought some rice, oil, noodles and the like. He also took out two jars of wine from the mustard ring and went to the door.

The sword immortal who hid his figure and watched everything laughed a little, thinking that this kid was pretending to be an adult quite well, and he looked like he was really in his thirties or forties.

~~

"You smell like alcohol again. So stinky."

When they returned to the courtyard, Luo Qingni came up to them and said this as the first thing they said. As they spoke, they leaned forward and sniffed, "Wait here."

So Fang Xiwen watched her run into the kitchen.

“Dang, dang, hangover soup!”

A bowl of dark green medicine was brought in front of him. Looking at the slightly turbid color, he frowned and asked, "Did you make it yourself?"

"Of course. In the past, when Daddy was very drunk, Mommy would give him this to drink."