The days flew by.

Even though Fang Xiwen has met many 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 fairy mentioned, he still has no clue.

Running from south to north, he went to every place Zhou Shancheng could go. Even the six-door treasure warehouse, he walked around the door several times relying on his identity as a spy, but nothing happened.

Could it be that the neighborhood that Jianxian mentioned was the entire Jiangzhou...

"Are they going to a martial arts tournament? Why are they dressed so coquettishly?"

On the street, Jiang Xingchu, dressed as a well-behaved maid, walked beside him and spoke freely, bringing his thoughts back to reality.

Today she wore a double-breasted skirt and a three-quarter ponytail. She changed her appearance and looked playful and lively. Without her unique temperament, no one would have imagined that she was a witch with bloody hands.
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"A martial arts tournament? A blind date tournament!"

Fang Xiwen looked at the flirting men and women and said angrily. He has been very sensitive to this kind of thing recently.

This is a competition led by the Jiang family and co-organized by Naxian Sect and Zhenhe Hall. The contestants are required to be under twenty-five years old and have Qi accumulation and above.

Among them, disciples with outstanding performance can receive preferential treatment such as priority to become disciples, candidates for family heads, preferential resources, etc. There are also many men and women who have never known each other before. You come and go with me in the ring, talk to each other off the ring, etc.

"Huh?" Seeing that his tone was not kind, Jiang Xingchu immediately changed his face and said with a smile: "Isn't it quite good? Using swords as matchmakers to fight for a red line is very suitable for us in the world."

"You seem to be in a good mood."

"Of course, I'm the maid of the famous 'Romantic Sword', it's really very honorable to say it out," Jiang Xingchu didn't miss any opportunity to hit him, holding his little face in his hands, it seemed as if a few pills had fallen into his eyes.

Stars:

“I don’t know how many women have dreamed of it, but how could I get it?”

"...Shut your mouth."

Fang Xiwen rolled up the invitation and knocked her angrily. The latter didn't like it in public, so she secretly gritted her teeth and continued to sarcastically.

This stupid goose really thinks of himself as a young master!

I will remember this grudge, and I will pay it back a hundred times, I will pay it back a hundred times...

Because Jiang Xingchu's identity is sensitive, he chose this identity as an expedient in order to conceal his secrets. The advantage is that he can make the silly goose angry at any time, but the disadvantage is that he cannot fight back openly.

The two set out from the inn in the morning. Although it was still early, there were many companions along the way, and the only ones they could see were Jianghu people with weapons.

I heard that the Jiang family’s flowing banquet was so sumptuous that many people didn’t even eat breakfast - everyone can attend the tournament, but those who get invitations are given some preferential treatment.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Wu! Why are you here so early?"

"Hey, I heard that Brother Jiang is going to use the jar of daughter red to entertain guests, and I can't stand the greed in my belly!"

The man known as "Master Wu" was a short man. He walked a little ahead of Fang Xiwen. He seemed to have both sides of the road, and half the people on the street smiled at him.

"Zhu Yiwu, his age is unknown, he can be forty or fifty, he has a lot of friends, and he is a warm-hearted person. He once traveled hundreds of miles to send his neighbor's mother to the hospital, and even washed her feet with water himself. He was a very filial man.

Morality."

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

"Then what is your evaluation of him, Mr. Judge?"

"If you don't see it, just think he is a good person."

After a brief exchange, the two didn't take it seriously. They were just ordinary martial arts celebrities.

But he didn't expect that when Zhu Yiwu saw him with a long sword on his waist, he was quite unfamiliar, but he took the initiative to talk and bowed his hands, "This young hero is so heroic and talented.

I have lived in Zhoushan for a long time, so I shouldn’t have never heard of Young Hero’s name..."

Look, what is professionalism?

The flattery made him feel quite comfortable. Fang Xiwen cleared his throat and was about to introduce himself when he suddenly heard several screams in his ears, "It's the Romantic Sword! He even accepted my handkerchief before!"
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"Ah! Look over here, look over here!"

His whole face fell down, and the "good maid" beside him trembled, biting her lips almost to the point of laughing.

The silly goose's reaction is so interesting that I never get tired of it...

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

"If anything, I didn't go to visit, and I lost my etiquette." Fang Xiwen's scalp went numb, and he forced the topic back, "People in the world spread rumors, and I am not interested in the chaos of the world, so I call myself 'The River of Sword Qi'."
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Still struggling, still struggling!

Hearing this, Zhu Yiwu's eyes turned around between the two of them, shook his head and sighed, "Yes, I know that you are a young man who is thin-skinned, but you should not say such heartless words when you have a beautiful woman by your side."

Heartless words?!

Fang Xiwen gritted his teeth and turned his head, only to see the maid looking at him with a mixture of resentment and obsession, gently holding his arm, but with just the right amount of nervousness.

Nothing was said, yet it seemed like everything was said.

"You misunderstood, this is just because she insisted on following her..."

"Oh, idiot."

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

With the affirmation of the martial arts elder, Fang Xiwen knew that his reputation was completely bad.

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...

The Jiang family's yard is quite large, roughly the size of a basketball court, so the running water mats are spread out widely, so even if a crowd of people pours in, it still looks orderly.

This courtyard is the second entrance. Fang Xiwen handed over an invitation at the gate. A tall old man in a brocade robe came, claiming to be the housekeeper of the Jiang family, and welcomed him to a place slightly in front of the ring.

"Master Fang, this is your seat."

"Thank you very much. Please give her a seat, just a small bench." He pointed to the maid beside him and said.

The housekeeper was a man of few words, but he was not rigid. He nodded slightly when he heard the words, took a chair and joined them together, which did not mean that he was occupying other people's positions.

After sitting down, Jiang Xingchu tried his best to get him some pastries and said softly: "Master, do you want me to give you a leg?"

"No need."

"Then let me feed you, ah——"

Fang Xiwen glared at her angrily, and the latter smiled sweetly, put the cake into his mouth, and deliberately licked his fingers twice.

...I’m really convinced.

After staying like this for a while, Jiang Xingchu soon found an excuse to escape, bypassing the layers of people and climbing up the eaves.

Before they came in, the two of them knew that something might happen, so they agreed to stay in the light and dark respectively, with Fang Xiwen attracting attention and giving her an overview of the whole situation.

Soon the competition on the arena began. There was one disciple each from Naxian Sect and Zhenhe Hall, both of whom had mastered the cultivation of Qi.

The fight cannot be said to be a flash of swords, it can only be said to be a fight between children. Fang Xiwen watched it with little interest and ate it with a chicken leg.

Fast forward to when Mr. Canglang comes on stage, this guy is still quite good...

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 seventy years old, but he still looked energetic. He was the head of the Jiang family.

Facing the elders, Fang Xiwen quickly put down the chicken legs, stood up and saluted, "Mr. Jiang."

"Haha, Xiao Fang, sit down first. I just came here to chat with an old friend and take a look at you." The old man looked very kind. He pressed his hands and looked him up and down. "It's true that heroes come from young. You seem to be even better than Xizhi."

A year younger, right?"

"Yes, Brother Jiang is older."

Fang Xiwen said this quite contrary to his will. It is true that the third young master is eighteen years old this year, but he is actually in his twenties and is about to graduate from college...

"Okay, okay," the old man looked at the steward next to him, still smiling, "You can walk around with Xizhiduo from now on. They are all young people and have something to say."

"It should be."

After exchanging a few words, the old head of the family walked towards Zhu Yiwu. It seemed that they had a good friendship. The three of them walked slowly towards the ring. Now it was the turn of a junior from the Jiang family.

He was a timid young man whose swordsmanship was not strong enough. He was overwhelmed by his opponent's attack and was about to be defeated before he saw it.

"What kind of bullshit swordsmanship is there? If your forehand is not good and your backhand is weak, do you think you are embroidering brocade!"

The old head of the family showed no mercy to the younger members of the family, and scolded him whenever he fell into a disadvantage. Soon the young man was defeated.

"Oh, grandpa, I, I——"

"Why cry, what a shame!"

Even in front of Zhu Yiwu, the old head of the family did not say a soft word. After a few words of instruction, the young man still knelt on the ground crying, so he asked the housekeeper to drag him back to the room, his face as heavy as water.

It wasn't until Jiang Xizhi, who was dressed in brocade clothes, came out, greeted him from left to right, and called "Dad" that the old man's expression turned from cloudy to clear.

The head of the Jiang family has given birth to a son in his old age, and he always loves this younger son the most. Fortunately, Mr. Canglang has lived up to his high expectations. Although he is still young, he is also the best successor of the Jiang family.
To be continued...