Ninth-level fairy

Two people who are not human.

Before her eyes——

The two maids who were fine just now looked like their heads had been cut off, with their necks flat and smooth. They walked up the stairs carrying two plates of meat and vegetables.

This headless maid has no eyes, but she steps very accurately.

He took every step like a normal person, upright and placing the wine and meat on the table.

"Go down!"

Du Fang was not surprised at all and spoke calmly. As the two maids turned around, Du Fang suddenly stretched out his hands and touched the clothes with both hands at the same time.

He immediately pulled his hand down and two thin pieces of cardboard were pulled out.

The two maids paused without saying a word, and suddenly collapsed to the ground like noodles.

Du Fang chuckled and said, "You think you can fool me with just this little trick!"

The tinder was taken out, and as the two pieces of cardboard were burned to ashes, the bodies of the two maids on the ground also turned to ashes.

Li Qingshuang's eyes were filled with horror, fear, and surprise.

Du Fang looked at her pale face, reached out and touched her fair face, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, this is just a paper doll used by the people to scare people, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"You...is this how you used to slay demons and catch ghosts?"

"There are many things more powerful than this, and there will be even more terrifying ones later. Just relax and watch the show. Your junior brother may not be good at swordsmanship, but he is an excellent hunter of demons and ghosts. Don't worry!"

After such shameless boasting and gentle comfort, Li Qingshuang's complexion improved. Suddenly, she found that Du Fang's hand was still around her slender waist. Her face suddenly turned red and she gently pushed him away.

Du Fang retracted his hand a little embarrassedly. With nowhere else to put it, he could only put it in his pocket.

Li Qingshuang didn't say anything, and Du Fang was too embarrassed to say anything either.

Although there was a coffin and a corpse hanging in the house, it did not affect his desire to take advantage of the situation at all.

There are so many inner disciples around him, all beauties they dream of kissing. Who would have thought that he, Du Fang, an outer disciple, would have the opportunity to get so close to a beauty.

If this were to be made known to others, the more than 3,000 disciples in Lingxiao Mountain would be envious.

"Can I eat this wine and meat?" Li Qingshuang made small talk.

"You can eat it!" Du Fang whistled and called Wang Er out of his arms.

Wang Er chirped and seemed very happy. He took a bite of the meat and kept tearing it apart.

"You still raise mice?" Li Qingshuang immediately stepped back three steps.

"His name is Wang Er, he is my brother, not Haozi!" Du Fang explained.

"Wang Er...what a strange name. Most people keep dogs and cats, why do you keep mice?" Li Qingshuang became more and more curious about his junior brother.

"This is my life-saving brother. My Junior Brother and I have a life-or-death relationship. Many outer disciples die outside the mountain. Unlike you inner disciples, you spend every day in the Sword Pavilion studying swords and practicing Taoism, never leaving the house."

There was a hint of resentment in Du Fang's words.

Without the power of ancestral blood, one cannot enter the Taoist sect. If a mortal wants to enter Lingxiao Mountain to learn swordsmanship, he must make more difficult and arduous efforts than these inner disciples.

Moreover, even if you try your best, you may not be able to enter the inner gate.

After eight years, if one fails to enter the inner gate, his sword energy will be taken away and he will be driven out of the mountain gate.

How many disciples from outside did not survive for eight years while going down the mountain to do business?

Thinking of the big brothers who took him down the mountain to do things when he first started, Du Fang sighed.

Li Qingshuang didn't know what to say about the rules of Lingxiao Mountain.

This junior fellow has been in the outer sect for seven years and must have experienced unimaginable dangers. He is still working hard in the outer sect just for that slim chance of success.

Li Qingshuang hesitated and asked, "Were there heavy casualties among the outer disciples who went down the mountain?"

When Du Fang heard this, he suddenly smiled bitterly:

"My whole life has been like walking on thin ice... For over seven years, from the time I started doing odd jobs at the age of ten to the time I first went down the mountain at the age of thirteen, I was always dancing on a tightrope. The brothers and sisters around me changed one after another. Some died in the mouths of wild beasts, leaving no trace of their bodies. Some were devoured by evil spirits and became wandering ghosts. Some were chopped to ash by powerful weapon spirits. Some could not hold on and returned home. There were more casualties than just this one!"

There was a hint of melancholy on his face. If he had not failed to complete the mission this time, he would have followed in the footsteps of those people who returned home and remained a mortal for the rest of his life.

What can be said about this? The rule of this world is that the strong are respected. Among the ancestors, there are sword cultivators and divine cultivators. Entering the Taoist sect is like entering one's own home. Even if one has no talent or courage, one only needs the power of inherited blood to absorb the source energy of the Taoist sect. The Qingling Tower will turn from green to gold, and from gold to white.

As for these common people who come from the lower class, they have no other choice but to fight for the slim chance of a fencing competition spot each year.

Not only the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Du Fang was very dissatisfied with this. In the entire Nancang Continent, only Lingxiao Sword Sect could count someone as a disciple with such purple, white, gold and blue talents. He had thought about leaving Lingxiao Sect and then joining Longyuan more than once.

The Longyuan Sword Sect does not recruit disciples based on the Qingling and Ziling Towers.

I don’t know why, but Lingxiao’s cultivation system uses this to recruit disciples.

And the purer the bloodline, the easier it is to enter the inner gate.

Du Fang had never been out of Nancangzhou, and he didn't know whether the outside sword sects were like this, but this was the rule of Lingxiao, and he had inquired about it carefully.

Only then did he realize that once he entered Lingxiao, Longyuan would never accept him again.

His talent has been marked as a Green Spiritual Root, so Long Yuan would never allow a useless person like him to join the sect. Even if he is expelled from the sect in the future, he will be hunted down by Ling Xiao.

He was just a low-level cultivator and could not understand such rigid rules.

What can I say?

Just as I was about to express a few more words of emotion, the sound of carriage wheels suddenly came from outside the door.

Li Qingshuang whispered, "The master of this house is here!"

Du Fang listened from the ground and said, "No, that boy is going to the city to recruit people again. It seems that we have come at the right time!"

As soon as the words fell, the door was pushed open, and two people, a scholar and a butcher, were pushed in from outside.

This time, it was not a servant who came, but two strong-shouldered warriors with knives in their hands. They pushed the two men in. With a clang, the door was locked with an iron chain from the outside.

The scholar was covered in dust and the butcher looked exhausted. Both of them were tied up with hemp ropes and lying on the ground.

Li Qingshuang was just about to go forward and untie their ropes.

Du Fang suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

Just stopped her from leaving.

In the corner of the yard, the paper man that had been standing upright suddenly fluttered.

Then, a woman who looked exactly like the maid came out, stretched out her fingernails, and cut the ropes on the two men.

Then, without saying a word, he turned and went into the inner hall.

The butcher jumped twice on the ground as soon as he was free, and immediately looked at the surrounding courtyard walls vigilantly.

The courtyard wall wasn't very high, only about a meter tall, with green walls and white tiles. The butcher roared, as if he saw hope. As the sound of the carriage faded away, he immediately pushed hard with both feet and climbed out of the wall. The scholar was so excited that he also wanted to climb out of the wall.

Du Fanggang, who vaguely sensed something was wrong, ran out to stop them and shouted:

"do not want!"

Suddenly, the butcher who had climbed onto the top of the wall stood up straight, and his body began to tremble all over. He wanted to climb down the wall, but a shadow suddenly appeared in the darkness, like a big hand, and directly picked the butcher's entire head off, like picking fruit from a tree.

Blood spurted out, and the black shadow fell behind the wall. After a while, the headless butcher's body slowly fell down from the wall.

At this time, two maids came out from the inner hall. They were pale and expressionless, and carried the butcher's body into the backyard.

The scholar was so frightened by what he had just seen that he fainted.

Du Fang's expression no longer looked as relaxed as before.

Li Qingshuang jumped onto the roof, drew her sharp blade, and watched from afar as the paper maids carried the butcher's body into the bamboo forest.

Du Fang was worried about her safety, fearing that the unknown black shadow's tentacles would attack her, so he immediately followed.

This time, the black shadow did not appear. It seems that as long as you don’t go out of the wall or the gate of the courtyard, the black shadow will not appear.