Fairy, I really am a villain!

The ten limits had been reached, and Luo Qingni seemed to have achieved complete victory. Her face turned slightly red, and she breathed out triumphantly through her nose.

Chapter 83 No Good News

A few days passed in a flash.

Even though Fang Xiwen has met a lot of people in the past few days and spread his fame, the intensity of the spiritual resonance has not changed.

As for the real "entrance to the spiritual realm" that the sword immortal mentioned, he still has no idea where it is.

Zhou Shancheng had been to every place he could go, from south to north. He even went around the warehouse where the Six Gates hid their treasures as a spy, but nothing happened.

Could it be that the area that the Sword Immortal mentioned is the entire Jiangzhou...

"Are they going to participate in a martial arts tournament? Why are they dressed so provocatively?"

On the street, Jiang Xingchu, dressed as a well-behaved maid, walked beside him and spoke without restraint, bringing his thoughts back to reality.

Today she wore a front-opening, chest-length skirt, and had her hair tied into a 3:7 ponytail. She changed her appearance, and looked playful and lively, without her unique temperament. No one would have thought that she was a witch with blood on her hands.

"Martial arts tournament? Blind date tournament!"

Fang Xiwen looked at the men and women flirting with each other and said unhappily, "He has been very sensitive to this kind of thing recently."

This is a competition led by the Jiang family and co-organized by Naxianmen and Zhenhetang. Participants must be under 25 years old and have a cultivation level of Qi Accumulation or above.

Among them, disciples with outstanding performance can get preferential treatment such as priority in becoming apprentices, candidates for family heads, and inclined resources. There are also many men and women who get to know each other through fighting, and they interact with each other on the ring and confide in each other off the ring.

"Hmm?" Seeing his unfriendly tone, Jiang Xingchu immediately changed his expression and said with a smile: "Isn't it good? Using swords as intermediaries to fight for a red line is very suitable for us people in the martial arts world."

"You look like you're in a good mood."

"Of course, I am the maid of the famous 'Feng Liu Jian'. It would be very prestigious if I told others about it," Jiang Xingchu did not miss any opportunity to attack him. He held his little face with a few stars in his eyes.

"How come I got it, after all, so many women have dreamed of it?"

"...shut your mouth."

Fang Xiwen rolled up the invitation and knocked her angrily. The latter couldn't get angry in public, so she gritted her teeth and continued to mock her.

This idiot really thinks he is a young master!

I will remember this grudge and repay it a hundredfold, a hundredfold...

Due to the sensitive identity of Jiang Xingchu, in order to conceal the secret, he chose this identity as a temporary measure. The advantage is that he can make Dai Tou E angry at any time, but the disadvantage is that he can't fight back openly.

The two set out from the inn in the morning. Although it was still early, there were many fellow travelers along the way. All of them were martial artists with weapons on their belts.

I heard that the Jiang family’s buffet was so sumptuous that many people didn’t even have breakfast - everyone can go to watch this martial arts competition, but those who get invitations have some special treatment.

"Hey, isn't this Master Wu? How come you're here so early?"

"Hey, I heard that Brother Jiang was going to use that jar of daughter's red wine to entertain guests, and the glutton in my stomach couldn't resist!"

The man called "Master Wu" was a short man. He walked a little ahead of Fang Xiwen. He seemed to be very popular along the way. When he opened his mouth, half of the people on the street smiled at him.

"Zhu Yiwu, age unknown, 40 is fine, 50 is not wrong, he has many friends and is warm-hearted. He once carried his neighbor's mother on his back for a hundred miles to take her to the doctor, and even washed her feet himself. He is a very filial person."

Jiang Xingchu glanced at "Master Wu" and transmitted his voice into the secret passage.

"Then, Mr. Judge, what do you think of him?"

"I can't tell, and I think he's a good person."

After a brief exchange between the two, no one took it seriously, as if he was just an ordinary martial arts celebrity.

But unexpectedly, when Zhu Yiwu saw him with a long sword on his waist and a rather unfamiliar face, he took the initiative to come up and talk to him, bowed and saluted, "This young man is so heroic and handsome.

I have lived in Zhoushan for a long time, so I should have heard of your name..."

See what professionalism is.

He felt quite comfortable after the flattery. Fang Xiwen cleared his throat and was about to introduce himself when he suddenly heard a few screams in his ears, "It's Feng Liujian! He even accepted my handkerchief before!"

"Ah! Look here, look here!"

His whole face fell, and the "good maid" beside him was trembling, and her lips were almost bitten from trying so hard to hold back her laughter.

The reaction of the silly goose is very interesting, and you can never get tired of watching it...

Seeing this, Zhu Yiwu calmly stepped back half a step, and smiled awkwardly but politely, "It turned out that Feng Liujian was in person. I just returned to Zhoushan yesterday, so I am not well-informed, haha."

"No, I was impolite for not visiting you," Fang Xiwen felt his scalp tingling, and he forced himself to change the subject. "People in the martial arts world spread rumors. I am not interested in the troubles of the world, so I call myself 'Sword Qi River'."

Still struggling, still struggling!

Hearing this, Zhu Yiwu's eyes moved between the two of them, shook his head and sighed, "Yes, I know you are a young man with a thin skin, but with a beautiful woman by your side, you shouldn't say such heartless words."

Heartless words?!

Fang Xiwen turned his head with gritted teeth, only to see the maid looking at him with three parts resentment and seven parts obsession. She gently held his arm, but with just the right amount of tension.

Nothing was said, yet it seemed as if everything was said.

"You misunderstood. She just insisted on coming here..."

"Oh, idiot."

Zhu Yiwu didn't give him a chance to explain. He sighed lightly, patted his shoulder and turned away.

After receiving the affirmation from the elders in the martial arts world, Fang Xiwen knew that his reputation was completely ruined.

...

...

The Jiang family's yard is quite large, roughly the size of a basketball court, so the buffet is set up very spaciously. Even though a large number of people poured in, it still seemed orderly.

This courtyard has two entrances. Fang Xiwen handed in the invitation at the gate. A tall old man in a brocade robe came and introduced himself as the steward of the Jiang Mansion. He welcomed him to a place slightly in front of the arena.

"Mr. Fang, this is your seat."

"Thank you. Please give her a seat. A small stool will do." He pointed to the maid beside him.

The butler was a quiet man, but not rigid. He nodded slightly upon hearing this, and brought a chair over and put it next to the other chair so as not to take up someone else's seat.

After sitting down, Jiang Xingchu diligently brought him some cakes and said in a tender voice, "Master, do you want me to massage your legs?"

"no."

"Then I'll feed you, ah——"

Fang Xiwen glared at her unhappily, and the latter smiled sweetly, put the pastry into her mouth, and deliberately licked her fingers twice.

...I’m really impressed.

After staying there for a while, Jiang Xingchu soon found an excuse to slip away, walked around the crowd, and climbed onto the roof.

Before coming in, the two knew that something might happen, so they agreed to be in a light and dark state respectively, with Fang Xiwen attracting attention while she would take in the overall situation.

Soon the competition on the ring began, with one disciple from each of the Naxian Sect and Zhenhe Hall, both of whom had reached the level of Qi Accumulation.

The fight couldn't be described as the flashing of swords and sabers, it could only be described as a fight between children. Fang Xiwen watched with little interest and was eating a chicken leg.

Fast forward to when Master Canglang comes on stage. This guy is quite capable...

At this time, an old man with silver hair came over with his housekeeper. Both of them were quite burly. The former was said to be over 70 years old, but he still looked energetic. He was the head of the Jiang family.

Facing the elder, Fang Xiwen quickly put down the chicken leg, stood up and bowed, "Master Jiang."

"Haha, Xiao Fang, sit down first. I just came here to chat with an old friend and see you by the way." The old man seemed very kind. He put his hands together and looked him up and down for a while. "It's true that heroes emerge young. You seem to be one year younger than Xi Zhi, right?"

"Yes, Brother Jiang is older."

Fang Xiwen's words were quite disingenuous. It was true that the Third Young Master was eighteen years old this year, but he was actually in his twenties and was about to graduate from university...

"Okay, okay," the old man exchanged a glance with the butler beside him, still smiling, "You can hang out with Xi Zhi more often in the future. We are both young people, and we have a lot to talk about."

"It should be."

After a few pleasantries, the old patriarch walked towards Zhu Yiwu. It seemed that they were also close friends. The three of them slowly walked towards the arena, and now it was the turn of a young man from the Jiang family.

He was a cowardly young boy, his swordsmanship was not up to standard, he was struggling under the attack of his opponent and was on the verge of defeat.

"What kind of crappy swordsmanship is this? Your forehand is not good, your backhand is weak, are you thinking you are embroidering or weaving brocade?"

The old patriarch showed no mercy to the younger generation in the family. He started scolding him as soon as he was at a disadvantage, and soon the young man was defeated.

"Wow, Grandpa, I, I——"

"Why are you crying? How disgraceful!"

Even in front of Zhu Yiwu, the old patriarch didn't say a word of mercy. After scolding the young man for a few words, the young man was still kneeling on the ground crying. He then asked the butler to drag him back to the room with a gloomy face.

It was not until Jiang Xizhi, dressed in brocade, came out, greeted everyone and called him "Dad" that the old man's face turned from cloudy to bright.

The head of the Jiang family had a son in his old age. He loved his youngest son the most. Fortunately, Master Canglang did not disappoint his high hopes. Although he was still young, he was also the most outstanding heir of this generation of the Jiang family.

Jiang Xizhi went up to the ring and defeated four people in a row. The last one was a skilled fighter. Master Canglang won by half a move and was already sweating profusely.

In this battle, he used all of his family's sword skills, as if a vast river was flowing down, drawing cheers from those around him.

"Was that the deputy head of Zhenhe Hall?

I heard that he is very skilled in using a stick that reaches his eyebrows. I never thought that Xi Zhi could win. I really want to congratulate Brother Jiang."

Zhu Yiwu was accompanying the host. The fact that one was short and the other was tall seemed a little funny, but the atmosphere was inexplicably harmonious, and everyone looked at him with respect.

Facing his flattery, the old patriarch showed a delighted expression and stroked his beard, "Don't say it in front of him. I was afraid that Xizhi would become arrogant. Fortunately, someone taught him a lesson."

"Oh?"

"A few days ago, he lost a battle on the long street to an opponent of similar age. He came back and locked himself in his room for a few days, and his sword skills improved again.

Haha, I really hope to see him open the gate of life and death with my own eyes."

Opening the gate of life and death is the step to advance to the outer realm, which shows how high the patriarch's expectations of him are.

"Oh, could it be that young man who has been gaining quite a reputation recently?"

"That's him."

As they spoke, they both subconsciously looked over there and saw the man gnawing on a chicken leg with his mouth full of oil, so they turned back in tacit understanding.

Of course Fang Xiwen couldn't hear what they were saying. He just slowly approached as if nothing had happened, occasionally looking up at the eaves and exchanging glances with Jiang Xingchu who was hiding there.

Before coming, they all felt that something might happen, and now this feeling is even stronger.