Fairy, I really am a villain!

"Are you really crazy? Is it necessary to go to this extent?! You actually used this thing against me--"

"I feel really bad seeing him being tormented by you like this."

choke! !

As the sound of the sword rang out, the sword immortal's figure also disappeared into the air.

Although the two men chased each other and fled into the spiritual realm, the aura of the Liang Yi Tian Yuan still appeared in reality for a moment, which seemed to have triggered several powerful thoughts.

Chapter 449 What is a Demon?

Just as the sword immortal guessed, Fang Xiwen was indeed struggling at this moment.

He felt that Luo Qingni should not be allowed to take the risk, but he also felt that he could not leave these people alone, so he wanted to find a perfect solution... However, the current situation did not give him much time to hesitate.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a bowstring sounded somewhere. Fang Xiwen turned his head slightly, caught the arrow with his fingertips, and then removed the note tied to the tail:

"In half an hour at most, someone from the imperial court will arrive."

On the back of the note, a pointed bird's beak was drawn with just a few strokes, with sharp outlines and painted black.

"Who is it?" Seeing something was happening, Luo Qingni stopped urging him and came forward.

"It should be... the assassin from Night Eagle Tower. I thought he was one of us." After taking a look at her, Fang Xiwen put away the note and shook his head. He didn't bother to care whether Night Eagle was repaying a favor or not, and said directly: "There is no time, let's do it."

"What action?"

"Use your sword power of life and death to thaw them."

"I've been waiting for you to say this--" "But there is a prerequisite."

Raising his index finger towards her, Fang Xiwen said seriously, "Please transfer the sword power into my body and let me control it."

"Are you serious?" The silly girl widened her eyes. "That would be very painful! Why would you do that?"

"Don't worry about it. If you agree, then do it. If you don't agree, I will knock you out and drag you away."

Fang Xiwen rolled up his sleeves and casually summoned the Immortal Dharma Image, standing one in front of the other. Now he really has the confidence.

"You, you, you are not a good person! I won't care if anything happens. Do you hear me?"

Seeing him like this, Luo Qingni was so angry that her teeth were itching. She stomped her feet hard on the spot, as if she understood his mood just now. Finally, she nodded with a thousand reluctance.

So, the two of them came to the rooftop of Biyuanxuan, which was high up in the city.

This place was originally used for entertainment. It was surrounded by railings and separated by curtains. Behind the curtains were tables, desks and couches. There was even some unfinished wine and fresh fruit spilled on the desk.

Looking down from the edge, you can see that the black tide almost covers the entire city. Not only does it fill the streets, but some of it has also squeezed into the houses. It is only slightly better than the zombie siege.

Fortunately, after all the members of the Cao Gang were killed, these monsters no longer actively attacked living people - some local tyrants, such as Gong Liansheng, were torn to pieces and eaten alive by the monsters not long ago, which shows how thorough the Black Tide's "cleansing" was.

"Look over there, I said someone was evacuating the civilians." Holding the railing, Luo Qingni pointed towards the distance.

Looking around, it was Chang Jian and Xue Ruyu, who were busy with some people from the Six Gates.

The former relied on the power of heaven and earth to transport ordinary people away in waves, while the latter seemed to be comforting the people, saying things like 'my Great Jin's divine soldiers will be here soon, all evildoers retreat'.

It was a pity that his face was pale and his body was shaking like a sieve from time to time, which greatly reduced the effect of the soothing.

During the evacuation, various problems arose. The rich people were scrambling to get out first, throwing money at others, which angered the crowd and almost led to a fight.

Among them, the most difficult problem for Xue Ruyu to deal with is this one:

"Sir, the imperial court should save these sick people, right?"

When passing by those deformed monsters, some people stopped and some pointed at them and asked questions tremblingly.

Although they were extremely scared, some people still recognized their relatives and friends in the black tide, and similar questions abounded.

“This——” “I will definitely save you!!”

Just as Xue Ruyu was hesitating, his words were suddenly interrupted by a loud shout.

It was a ragged woman with eyes red and swollen from crying. She was hugging the thigh of a monster tightly, screaming, and her face was covered with black rotten flesh.

Seeing this, the people around her were afraid of bringing bad luck, so they quickly stepped away and looked at her as if she were a monster.

"Sir, this is my husband!" She opened her mouth and cried, tearing off a piece of rag and sternly said, "I sewed this patch on his body the night before last! You, you...he is not a demon!"

"You have to make the decision for us, sir!"

Hearing this, Xue Ruyu wanted to say something, but he moved his lips and could only remain silent.

In fact, he didn't have a deep understanding of various magic techniques, and was not clear about the "changes" of these people, so he asked Chang Jian privately.

The answer we got from the latter, in a nutshell, was that once the heavenly soldiers arrived, all these "monsters" would die.

"I am going to say something extremely treasonous, Lord Xue, just listen to it and don't take it to heart."

"When these workers were still alive, the imperial court ignored them. Do you think the higher-ups will still treat them as human beings now?"

"The most practical way is to treat them as demons and exterminate them, and then distribute their land and houses to the remaining people as a consolation to prevent further civil unrest."

In the end, attributing the disaster to a natural disaster can not only avoid the effort of arguing with the Dajiang Gang, but also cover up the problems left over from the previous dynasty, a win-win situation.

In this way, the prestige of the court was not damaged, but some humanitarian power was lost.

As for those demons that were wiped out?

Who cares.

After realizing all this, the woman's crying sounded even more piercing to Xue Ruyu.

He could not bear to look up again, knowing that after losing the pillar of the family, this woman would not have many days to live: a woman could not travel far, and if she stayed in Zhoushan, she would have to fight with others, and the final result would probably be that she would not even be able to keep her husband's inheritance.

"Sir, can you give me a definite answer?!"

"What can I give...sigh."

Facing the woman's hopeful gaze, Xue Ruyu dodged it again and again, and finally could only sigh.

Seeing this, the former's face instantly turned pale, her throat rolled up and down, but she stopped crying, her face looked numb, and she began to reach out to take off her husband's clothes. This cloth can still be sold for a few coins.

Having lived here for so many years, how could she not know what an "official" is like? She just subconsciously wanted to escape.

A large army consisting of the Six Gates and the people marched out of the city, and the sun shone from the east.

Taking advantage of the light, everyone quickly settled down in the empty space, just wanting to leave quickly, without looking back;

Some of the people who were left behind were not idle either. They moved through the dirty black tide like hyenas, scraping off a few thin layers of oil from the corpses and monsters with their hands.

Such a huge disaster seemed to end in such a ridiculous way.

The resentment accumulated by the canal workers for thousands of years resulted in the Dajiang Gang dumping dozens of bodies here. Most of them died thinking that they were unlucky and had met their enemy Feng Liujian.

"It can't be wasted like this."

After a light sigh, the sound of a piano was heard from high up, flowing down like a spring.

It carries with it some special meaning, like the vigor of life, the growth of seedlings, and the warmth of spring, surrounding everyone's ears, strong and powerful.

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a figure floating in the sky above Biyuanxuan. It was a "man" wearing a moon-white robe. His figure was a little blurry, and the light around him was distorted, which looked unnatural.

There was a guqin in front of him, and his slender fingers plucked the strings, and strings of melodious sounds flowed from his fingertips.

"Who is that? I think I've seen him somewhere!"

"This kind of sound skill, as far as I remember, only Xinggong has it..."

Chapter 450 I'm Willing to Hold Your Hand for a Hundred Years

As the sound of the piano covered a very wide area, most of the people who were evacuating out of the city were attracted and slowed down their pace to watch the fun.

"Flying in the air, this is an exterior shot! No, it doesn't look like a real person..."

"Didn't you hear the screams of the Cao Gang before? Feng Liu Jian is right here! That must be him!"

"Yes, that's his gigolo appearance—"

It took some time for a few people with outstanding eyesight to recognize Fang Xiwen. They all looked excited and were about to turn around and go back to the city to pay a visit.

After all, after the battle in the Divine Capital, Feng Liujian became almost universally recognized as the "number one of the new generation."

In addition, his background is endorsed by the imperial court, and in the eyes of the sect, he is considered to be "one of their own", so there are many people in the martial arts world who are willing to make friends with him.

However, while everyone was excited, they couldn't help but feel confused: his previous killing of people from the Dajiang Gang could be considered personal revenge, so what was the meaning of suddenly revealing his identity?

"Hey, Young Master Fang! I have admired you for a long time. Would you be so kind as to come down and have a chat with me?"

"Don't go, he's an informant for the Six Gates!"

Seeing that the statue was just playing the piano seriously, some impatient people shouted loudly, but their voices were drowned out by the pleasant piano sounds.

In fact, Fang Xiwen didn't pay any attention to what they meant.

At this time, he stood behind the Immortal Dharma Image, holding Luo Qingni's hand, and first transferred the Life and Death Sword Intent from the place where their fingers were intertwined;

Then, he forcibly cut off the connection of the sword intent in his body and passed it to the Dharma image in front of him, allowing it to use sound power to transmit the sword intent in the form of ripples.

This was something that required a strong level of concentration, and it concerned the lives of many Zhoushan canal workers, so he certainly wouldn't be distracted by paying attention to those discussions.

While concentrating on the operation, the Dharmakāya kept plucking the strings of the zither, and the sound of the zither rang out.

This is the form of mastering the "cold-faced judge". He uses the Dharmakaya magic of the Starry Sky Palace as his foundation, and incorporates various techniques of the Star Palace such as the Falling Stars and Suspended Silk and the Autumn Moon Eight Sounds. In many aspects, he has the style of Jiang Xingchu.

As one of the three golden contracts in his hand, he had mastered it very early, so it was very smooth to use, and he quickly finished playing the song "Triple Autumn Moon".

As the sound of the piano flowed, pure white sword intent spread out with the Dharmakāya as the center.

Just like the melting of ice and snow, the black tide covering the entire Zhoushan City began to shrink, and the sticky flesh and blood also peeled off from the "monsters", revealing the human skin underneath.

Seeing this strange sight, everyone looked at each other in shock:

"What kind of method is this? Such a strong vitality can actually suppress the resentment!"

"So that's how it is. These people weren't dead in the first place. Could it be that Feng Liu Liu Jian wanted to use this music to stimulate the remaining vitality in their bodies..."

"Brilliant! Really brilliant!"

However, only a few people could see the trick, and the expressions on most people's faces were a mixture of shock and disbelief.