Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 183 Qing He

The young man was furious when Du Fang interrupted him. He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his chest, and asked the boat girl:

"What do you think about what I just said?"

The boat girl was very flustered: "What's the matter? I will go home after I finish selling."

After receiving the money and picking up the basket, she looked at the clothes of those people and listened to the tone of his voice, and her heart was filled with fear and terror.

She just wanted to leave this place quickly, but she was afraid that the man would see that she was scared and would not let her go.

Du Fang chuckled, lowered his head and looked at his feet, and said in a nonchalant tone, as if he didn't care about anything:

"A gentleman shouldn't speak to a pretty girl in that tone."

Just as he finished speaking, the young man suddenly kicked Du Fang in the chest and cursed loudly:

"Fuck you, you outsider! Do you think you can get involved in my affairs? Get lost, you ungentleman!"

This kick was extremely fast. Just when his foot was about to kick Du Fang's chest, Du Fang suddenly frowned and blew hard on his feet.

Seeing that their young master suffered a loss, the six people behind him immediately rushed forward. Six or seven white lights flashed, four of them slashed towards Du Fang, and the other two went straight to pull the boat girl.

The boat girl turned pale and screamed in fear, not daring to move. She saw a ball of white light emerging from Du Fang's hand, and then there was a whoosh, and the white light disappeared in an instant.

"get out!"

As soon as the voice fell, the young man roared in pain. The flesh on the entire surface of his foot that was kicked out began to shrink, and one of his thighs shrank to the thickness of an arm.

Everyone was stunned by the terrifying scene before them. Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted:

"It's a sinister ghost that sneaked in. Report it to the police!"

The crowd suddenly became chaotic. Six or seven servants took advantage of the chaos and took the young man away, hiding in the crowd and looking at the mess.

Du Fang smiled at the boat girl and said, "They all say I'm a ghost from the evil clan. Why aren't you afraid?"

"Why should you be afraid? I know you're a swordsman from the Longyuan Sect. You're very powerful, not some evil spirit!"

"Oh? How did you know that?"

A layer of pride suddenly appeared in the boat girl's expression, and she said proudly:

"Before, outside the city gate, I heard you introduce yourself as my younger brother. He also practices swordsmanship in the Longyuan Sword Sect. So, we should be fellow apprentices, right?"

The sounds of seven or eight swords whistling could be heard in the distance, all heading towards this place. It seemed that the defenses in this city were indeed very well done.

Du Fang said sternly, "You have to go!"

The boat girl still had an innocent look on her face: "Why, aren't you very powerful? Aren't they very afraid of you?"

Du Fang suddenly sighed, looked at her face, and said deliberately:

"You're so beautiful and so young! Stay home and be safe. The world outside is tough right now..."

The boat girl said softly, "Oh," and said, "Can I know your name?"

"That's too late!"

Du Fang picked her up and flew across the street.

The roof is too conspicuous, and there might be traps or ambushes there.

He knew that if he let this woman go now, she would be taken away by the government officials and would be tortured, humiliated and bullied.

This woman is so beautiful and simple.

He also has a younger brother who is practicing swordsmanship in the Longyuan Sword Sect, and the entire Longyuan Sword Sect has been wiped out by him. He feels a little guilty and wants to make amends.

Du Fang carried her body, flew across the lake, along the wall, and directly into the arch of the Nine-Curve Bridge.

In order to avoid being chased, Mirai leaned his body against the back of the bridge.

"You are so awesome!"

The boat girl was filled with excitement. "Are all cultivators as powerful as you? You can fly! My brother has been a disciple for three years and still hasn't learned to fly with a sword!"

Du Fang held onto a glimmer of hope and asked, "Your brother hasn't learned to fly a sword yet. Is he a menial disciple? Has he gone to Longyuan Divine Mountain?"

"I don't know!" The woman shook her head. "He just sent me a letter saying he hasn't entered yet and is doing business in Longqi City..."

Du Fang's heart sank.

Millions of lives in Longqi City were drained of their blood and souls by Baizhi. He bit his lip, unable to bear to tell such a cruel thing to such a simple girl.

After thinking for a moment, he began to change the subject: "Just now outside the city gate, why did you keep looking at me from behind?"

Du Fang asked the question in his mind.

The boat girl's face suddenly turned red and she covered her head. Du Fang could clearly see that her ears were red against the backdrop of a few strands of black hair on her fair neck.

She is shy.

She didn't answer for a long time, so Du Fang asked, "Is it inconvenient to talk about it?"

The boat girl shook her head:

"Then why don't you say it?"

The boat girl hesitated for a long time and said shyly: "I think you have a very strange temperament!"

"strangeness?"

"Well... you're obviously not that old, but you look like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. Your brows are always furrowed, and it makes me... feel distressed..."

Du Fang smiled bitterly. If he still looked young, that would be unreasonable. He had suffered many misfortunes in his youth and was reborn as a human being at the age of seventeen. He no longer had any relatives or friends around him.

"Well, so you were curious and kept watching me from behind?"

"Yes, you're a cultivator, so logically, you should be quite young. I've seen powerful sword cultivators before. When he came to my house to recruit my brother, he was a formidable sixth-level cultivator... His aura was similar to yours... So I'm curious why you're mixing with the fishermen..."

So that’s how it is. Du Fang nodded.

"If I really am the evil creature they say I am, are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid! My brother's senior brother is definitely not a demon. Besides, whether he is a demon or not is not up to them to decide..."

"You are so young and yet you have such insight. It's amazing!"

Du Fang looked at her rosy face and couldn't help but reach out and pinch it. The boat girl blushed and dodged away, her body falling directly down.

Du Fang smiled slightly, took it in his hands, hugged her, and whispered in her ear:

"What's your name?"

"Qing...Qinghe"

Du Fang suddenly shuddered and almost fell into the water. "Do you know an old monk named Qinghe Shangren?"

"I don't know... Qing means "Qing" in "Qingmiao" and He means "He" in "Hehua". My parents are from the countryside and can't read, so they gave me this name. Why? Is it weird?"

"no!"

Du Fang was shocked. He thought he had heard it wrong. It was not a homonym, just a similar pronunciation.

"You asked my name, but I haven't asked yours yet? What's your name?"

Her body was soft and her voice was weak.

Du Fang suddenly sighed, raised his head and stared into the distance. After a long while, he said:

"My last name is Du, Du Fang!"