It's dark at night. In the room where Li Wuqi stayed, the light was still on.

"Senior brother." Su Muyun pushed the door and entered: "This is what you want, all the information about Fang Xing's kid." The news that can be asked from the mouth of the Fang family is basically sorted out here. ”

"Okay." Li Wuxian hurriedly got up, took the stack of undried investigation records from her hand, and quickly sat back at the desk, looking at it intently.

I saw that the information described such a Fang Xing:

The children of the Fang family, whose parents died when they were young, have a younger sister Fang Yuanshu, who was unknown until she was 14 years old.

At the age of 14, he introduced the spirit into the body, and at the age of 15, he practiced the fifth layer of qi, and during this period, he also set a terrifying record of killing 13 people of the Blackstone Gang with one person and one sword.

"Good!" Li Wuqi's brows quietly stretched.

This combat record, this combat effectiveness, even if Fang Xing has not advanced an inch of cultivation in the past three years, it is basically the level of winning the top two in the trial.

He, the chief examiner, didn't have to do anything, Fang Xing himself was able to stand out from the Immortal Ascension Trial. This kind of unlawful favor, why wouldn't he do it?

Li Wuqi flipped down again.

I saw that on the next page of paper, several poems were copied in Juanxiu's handwriting.

The opening poem is "Climbing Xuanji Snow Mountain", which has a sentence: "It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance." ”

The other songs are probably in this style. The ambition of the teenager jumped on the paper.

"What is this?"

"These are all poems that Fang Xing has written before." Su Muyun smiled lightly, and there was a hint of girlish style in the mature charm between her eyebrows: "I have copied these by hand, you have to return them to me after reading them." ”

"Oh?" Li Wuyi looked at her with some surprise: "Senior Sister Muyun, when did you still like to write poetry?" Didn't you say before that the art of Qihuang is the path of cultivation, and poetry is just a useless path? ”

Su Muyun pondered for a long time.

Then she said, "Senior Brother Wu, since Elder Bai Fu defected to the Blood Sword Palace, we have never met again since the disciples of Danxia Peak were expelled from the cabinet and sent to various places, right?" ”

Li Wuqi was silent.

"Alright, alright." It was Su Muyun who took the initiative to expose the topic: "Look down, senior brother." ”

"Fang Xing may still have some problems that require your special attention."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Li Wuxian didn't care about recalling the past.

He carefully took out the pages of the poem manuscript and handed it back to Su Muyun for collection, and from the last page of this information, he got a bad piece of information:

"Between Fang Xing and Fang Huaibi and Fang Buqun's father and son, there was actually a Liangzi?"

"No..."Su Muyun said: "At that level, it can already be called 'feud'." ”

There is nothing to say about the reason for the feud, but it is just a standard plot between Long Aotian and the noble evil youth. Today you suppress me, tomorrow I slap my face back, and the contradiction between the two will accumulate deeper and deeper.

"Then, just before the last Immortal Ascension Trial, Fang Xing inexplicably suffered the revenge of the Black Stone Gang's robbery and cultivation."

"And Fang Huaibi lost this powerful competitor, so he narrowly wiped the line and won the Immortal Trial."

Fang Huaibi's real rise only began after he entered the Hanging Sword Pavilion. Before entering the cabinet, he was just a second-rate genius with unshown talent. Therefore, if Fang Xing hadn't been injured at that time, then he might not even be able to get the qualification to enter the Hanging Sword Pavilion.

"This..."Li Wuyi knew what was going on as soon as he heard it.

Although the Immortal Ascension Trial can be said to be the only thing in this world that is close to fairness, the Hanging Sword Pavilion is not an all-knowing and all-powerful god, and all they can guarantee is to maintain a certain degree of fairness during the trial.

This kind of off-the-board move to solve potential opponents in advance is actually common in various places in the Hanging Sword Country.

What's more, Fang Xing and Fang Huaibi still have a grudge.

"Fang Huaibi is now a personal disciple of Elder Cangshu of Cuiwei Peak." Su Muyun smiled playfully: "No loss, senior brother, I'm afraid that your bet today is a little offended." ”

Li Wuyi's brows furrowed when he heard this.

But after careful consideration, he sighed with relief: "It's okay. It's all down, can you give up halfway? ”

"Oh?" Su Muyun was surprised: "In order to promote this lucky boy, you would rather form a bond with the genius juniors of Cuiwei Peak?" ”

"Just because of those auspicious visions, you dare to make such a heavy bet? Senior brother, you... Is it really so superstitious and auspicious now? ”

"I—" Li stopped talking without loss.

He just figured it out. Fang Huaibi's side has already soared into the sky, and he can't look down on anyone if he wants to invest.

Now that the team is finished, even if he stops in time, he can only get an evaluation of "acquaintance" from Fang Huaibi at most, and he can barely offend people.

But what he wants is much more than self-preservation.

He has worked hard all these years to camp, but is he not looking for a chance to turn over?

Now Fang Xing's talent is ten times better than Fang Huaibi's, and Elder Yun Ling values it, as long as this kid can counterattack and rise...

"Senior Sister Muyun." Li Wuxian couldn't tell the secret mission he was shouldering, so he had to confide in his heart: "Yes, I believe in Xiangrui now, and I believe in everything." ”

"In order to transfer you and everyone from the local branch back to the Tianmai Mountain Sect, what method have I not tried?"

Working in the place all the time, people will soak until they get moldy.

This is not a metaphor, but a fact. Because the local sub-pavilions are all located in the mundane world where the aura is thin, there is no spiritual vein blessing of the Hanging Sword Pavilion, and in terms of cultivation resources, they can only pick up the leftovers of the sect.

No matter what kind of pride you are, if you don't have any other chance, throwing yourself here is basically announcing the end of your spiritual path.

Therefore, the positions of the local branch cabinets are generally held by the disciples of the outer cabinets in rotation.

However, Su Muyun and other Danxia Peak disciples were implicated in Elder Baifu's defection and were sent here forever.

"Heaven is ruthless, and longevity has a period." Li Wuyi secretly clenched his fists: "Senior Sister Muyun, I don't want to see you leave me"

"That's why you're like this?" Su Muyun's eyes were complicated: "Cheng Tian is mixed with a slippery villain like Zhou Yanchang, superstitious and auspicious, speculative drilling..."

She paused slightly, and then asked, "Is it Elder Baifu who caused you to become like this?" ”

Li Wuqi was silent for a long time: "Yes and no." ”

Elder Bai Fu's inexplicable defection caused them, the original inner sect elites, to lose the trust of the sect, which really had an important impact.

But in the end, he finally realized: "I'm just an inconspicuous pebble in this melting pot." ”

Li Wuqi thought of the poem written by Fang Xing.

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.

Who can enter the Hanging Sword Pavilion is not a young genius? Why didn't he have this youthful spirit in the past, and felt that "the mountains are small at a glance"?

"But I'm not the 'best' after all." Li Wuqi smiled helplessly: "As a mediocre person, if you want to do something non-mediocre, you must learn to drill and dare to speculate." ”

He used to camp for many years. Now, the opportunity has finally arrived.

Li Wuqi looked at the information in his hand. He knew that this might offend the Fang family's father and son, but:

"This is the opportunity I've been waiting for—"

"This kid, I'm sure!"

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On the other side, the patriarch Fang Buqun did not rest.

His henchman butler was tirelessly persuading him: "Patriarch, Fang Xing's kid is wrong!" Think about the auspicious rays that appeared on him today..."

If this auspicious rui is true, then Fang Xing is really lucky, and I am afraid that he will have to counterattack again in the future;

If Na Xiangrui is fake, then Fang Xing has been acting for everyone to see, and he hasn't been lying flat at all.

Either you are lucky, or you are scheming, it is a trouble.

So the conclusion is: "The head of the family, this son must not be kept!" ”

"This..."The emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry. The housekeeper pouted and cut the grass to remove the roots, but Fang Buqun seemed hesitant.

"But Fang Xing's parents were my entourage after all, and they risked death to save my life." Fang Buqun sighed: "That's all Huaibi did before, now..."

"Ugh." He looked up at the full moon in the sky: "Can't I even keep him stable in this life?" ”

"The head of the house." The steward admonished: "Don't touch the kindness of a woman!" When you stopped the young master and didn't cut the grass and eradicate the roots, you were already benevolent to that kid. Now that he himself is restless and jumping out again, then we can't be blamed. ”

Fang Buqun still hesitated: "This... Seriously, right? ”

"Fang Xing is a wasted person. Even if he could really pass the Immortal Ascension Trial, he wouldn't be able to get that Qiankun Recreation Pill! What threat can a waste person pose to my son? ”

Hearing this, the housekeeper was silent for a moment before he said quietly: "Family master, you also know that the young master has been asking someone to summon him back for the past few years, and he wants to move you to cut the grass and eradicate the roots. ”

"Not for anything else, just because he never thought that a mediocre person who only got into his body at the age of 14 could step on his head."

Fang Buqun had nothing to say now.

With Fang Xing's previous performance... Indeed, for him, anything is possible.

"That's it!" Fang Buqun sighed.

Perhaps since his son did that three years ago, everything has been irreparable.

He didn't deal with the conflict between his son and Fang Xing in time. Now, what's the use of shedding a few crocodile tears?

After all, his baby son is Fang Huaibi, not Fang Xing.

"Brother, I'm sorry." Fang Buqun slowly closed his eyes, and his expression gradually calmed down: "Then you can go again, Fang Wu." ”

"This..."The housekeeper Fang Wu hesitated a little: "Family master, it doesn't seem appropriate for me to go this time." ”

"The Hanging Sword Envoy has arrived in the Northern Plains, and Li Wuqi is so optimistic about that kid. If I leak the news when I do it, and I am found to have taken action against the candidates who participated in the Immortal Ascension Trial, then things will be a little troublesome. ”

There is an order in the door of the Hanging Sword Pavilion, and the Hanging Sword Messenger is responsible for protecting all the candidates participating in the test, and there will be no accidents before and after the Immortal Ascension Trial.

Now that the sword messengers have arrived at the place, they are still making an off-the-sufficiency in front of them, and once they are exposed, they are openly challenging the door rules.

The Hanging Sword Pavilion is strictly regulated, at least on the surface. If things get bigger, even if the Fang family has Fang Huaibi on it, it is indispensable to hand over a few important roles and come out to carry this black cauldron.

And who will this backstabber?

Anyway, it will definitely not be the father of Fang Huaibi, a cabinet disciple.

Who would that be?

"Ahem..."Fang Wu smiled a little awkwardly.

"Why don't you use the set of formation diagrams that the young master sent back?" He asked tentatively, "I heard that that thing can form an enchantment and cover the aura, and even the power of the golden pill can't be detected for a while. ”

"Nope." Fang Buqun refused without surprise.

It's a disposable. This is the hole card that his son sent him to save his life at a critical moment, how can it be wasted on a chess piece.

"I see." Finally, he opened his eyes slightly: "It's really not appropriate for our family to come forward in this matter. ”

"Then spend more spirit stones, and ask the master of the Forget Worry Building to help solve it!"