In the blink of an eye, the 15-day class break at the Academy of Martial Arts came to an end, and there was no more homicide, which made everyone who knew about it breathe a sigh of relief. From the first murder case to the last one, seven people died. According to inference, only Ma Lilian and Zong Xuzhi, the son of Zong Lei, the Sanqi regular servant, were the only ones who saw Fang Henshui at that time. As long as these two people are killed again, no one will recognize him even if he walks blatantly on the streets of Chang'an City.
Ouchi's bodyguards have arranged people around these two people, guarding them at all times. But during the 15 days when it was easiest to attack, Fang Henshui went but didn't do anything, and the people at Ouchi's guards were also a little confused while being thankful. What the hell is this guy up to? If he killed people to silence him so that he could appear in broad daylight as soon as possible, then why did he suddenly stop when there were only two people left
Luo Weiran has been busy with the military dispatch ceremony these days, and the murder case was handed over to Meng Wudi, the deputy commander. His Majesty the Emperor ordered the second batch of troops to go to the northwest in early February, but the leader of the troops this time has not yet been decided. However, judging from His Majesty's frequent summons to General Yu Manlou of Zuo Wuwei in the past few days, it is not difficult to see that the matter of leading the troops will most likely fall on him.
Fang Xie knew the news, and it was the little eunuch Mu San who tried to tell him. Mu San followed Su Buwei to serve the emperor's diet and daily life in the imperial study. Although what he did was just serving tea, water, making the bed and making the quilt, he always knew more and earlier about the affairs in the imperial study than others.
Early in the morning on the 16th day of the first lunar month, Fang Jie returned to the Academy of Martial Arts in a carriage. The shop was handed over to Shen Qingfan, who is now more and more like an ordinary proprietress. Fang Jie likes the change of Shen Qingfan. The previous Shen Qingfan was sometimes seductive and sometimes cold and arrogant, like a lunatic, people can't figure it out.
I don't know if it's because she became more calm after being promoted to the ninth rank, or if she got along with Fang Jie.
In the past two days, Zhang Kuang appeared in front of Fang Jie more and more times, always talking about some irrelevant topics. But how could Fang Jie not be able to hear it, Zhang Kuang would always bring the topic to Prince Yi, Yang Yin intentionally or unintentionally. Fang Xie was not sure what Zhang Kuang's purpose was, but Zhang Kuang's change still made him alert.
Fang Jie met Luo Weiran once, and knew about the military dispatch ceremony in early February. At that time, His Majesty will personally send the army out of the city, and all civil and military officials and nobles of the Manchu Dynasty will accompany them. Hongxiuzhao and several other singing and dancing houses have been notified by the government that they will perform dances in the square outside Tai Chi Palace that day to see off the army.
Fang Jie was waiting for this day.
However, there was no news from Wu Yiyi. Fang Xie paid special attention to it. Wu Yiyi seemed to have stayed behind closed doors these days. Except for entering the palace to report to the emperor and staying in the East Nuan Pavilion of Taiji Palace for an hour, there was almost no one else. contacted anyone. Of course, the news of his entry into the palace was also spread by Mu San in a way. The better the relationship between him and Fang Jie, the better. In a special way, no second person would know.
That way, a little disgusting.
Mu San would write the news on a note, and took the opportunity to hide it in the carriage that exchanged Xiangsi. It would not be difficult for Fang Jie to hide others from approaching Changxiangsi's carriage, but Changxiangsi's name sounds good, but he actually dumped the toilet. Early every morning, the eunuchs who changed the Xiangsi would collect toilets from various palaces, pour them into the large wooden barrels of the carriage, and then pull them to a specific place outside Chang'an City to empty them out. These carriages would pass by Dongerershisantiao Street every morning, and Fang Xie had observed them long ago.
Wu Yidao was very calm, and Fang Henshui was also very calm. After the New Year, things that shouldn't have calmed down, but Fang Xie knew that this might be just a moment of tranquility before the storm. Especially Wu Yiyi, the emperor didn't seem to have expressed his intention to ask Wu Yiyi to hand over the goods to the world, but those adults must have been unable to sit still. Wu Yidao shuts the door and sees no visitors, this is an attitude.
When the patience of those adults is exhausted, I am afraid that the storm will come as expected.
Fang Xie didn't know how Wu Yidao could withstand the joint attack of so many great figures. Regardless of whether the emperor will forcibly take Hutong Tianxia into the imperial court, those big men will never let Wu Yidao go. Because Wu Yidao exposed them, and Wu Yidao seemed to be out of their control.
It seems that only when Wu Yidao dies will their secrets disappear.
But Wu Yiyi will accept his fate
Fang Jie only had Shen Qingfan by his side, so he felt more and more weak in his strength. If you want to find a suitable helper at this time, how can you find it just by looking for it? However, Fang Jie didn't seem to be in a hurry, because he knew who he should ask for someone.
On the first day of the Academy of Martial Arts, the professors hardly gave any lectures. Instead, they asked the students to calm down. They just let the students practice archery and playful competitions on the school grounds. No one would take the initiative to challenge Fang Jie. After he shot an empty quiver of arrows, he left the school grounds and went to the library to look for books. Fang Jie was very interested in the "Wan Jian Tang Jian Lu Fang Jie" that Xie Fuyao read last time, and he was even more interested in how such a giant in the Jianghu back then could just say it was declining.
There is no doubt that Wan Xingchen was the top existence in the martial arts at that time. Since him, no one has been willingly promoted as the leader of the alliance by all the sects in the rivers and lakes. But there are too few legends left by this person, and even the final fate is unknown. Some people say that he was killed by a killer sent by the former government, but this is not recognized. With Wan Xingchen's cultivation base, unless he doesn't want to live anymore, who can kill him? People are more willing to believe that Wan Xingchen died of old age.
And Wanjiantang is so brilliant, why are the things left behind sorted out by others
For example, this "Wanjiantang Sword Record" was written by an unknown quack. This person seems to have fought against Wan Jiantang's disciples before, and more than once. He sorted out the sword skills he had memorized, but there was no doubt that these things were just the surface of Wan Jiantang's sword skills.
Fang Jie is not as interested in swordsmanship as he is in Wan Jiantang and Wan Xingchen.
Of course, he also hoped that he could learn something from Wan Jiantang's swordsmanship. After all, he knows too little now, only the one-style sword of the old cripple. During these days, he either sparred with Xie Fuyao or read books in the library, and he just wanted to figure out a sword technique that suits him all the way.
After all, he now has Morning Dew.
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There are not many people reading books in the library. The children of the aristocratic families have a long history of learning, and there are practitioners who come with heavy gifts at home to give advice. They will only come to the library to look at it when they are bored. As for students from the military, it is not easy for them to calm down and read books.
When he walked into the library, Fang Jie naturally put a bag of peanuts on the table at the door. The old professor with gray hair, beard and wrinkled face would smile and nod to him. It seems that this old man can't be called a professor, but more like a handyman.
He cleans the library every day, and then writes down the books borrowed by the students.
It seems that there are seventy-five years old if there is no eighty. But his teeth are very good. Fang Jie found that he was eating peanuts when he came a few times before, so when Fang Jie came again, he would buy a bag from the cafeteria and give it to him. Every time Fang Jie sees this old man, he thinks of his grandfather in his previous life. In summer evenings, his grandfather always liked to sit at the door, drink half a bottle of beer and eat a few peanuts.
The reason why he only ate a few is because his grandfather has few teeth. It is not an easy task to eliminate the peanut beans that are sent into the mouth.
Fang Xie smiled at the old man, then walked directly to a place near the window, sat cross-legged on the floor, and took out the Wanjiantang Sword Record that he had read halfway from the bookshelf.
Fang Jie found that the sword skills recorded in this book are all fierce and fierce, and it is not difficult to evolve the sword skills with a little change. But these sword skills are not complete, intermittent. The quack who wrote this book at the beginning doesn't seem to remember very clearly.
Fang Xie looked at it for a while, closed his eyes and imagined what these sword techniques would look like in his mind. Then he replaced the sword in the hands of the villain performing martial arts in his mind with a straight knife, and then displayed those sword techniques. After meditating like this for a period of time, Fang Jie can always find one and a half moves suitable for Zhao Lu.
The library is very quiet, few people are reading. Fang Jie didn't seem to notice that Ma Lilian was also sitting there next to another bookshelf about five meters away, flipping through the books. She looked up at Fang Xie from time to time, but she didn't seem too disappointed when Fang Xie couldn't see her.
And what she held in her hand was a military book written by General Li Xiao during Taizong's reign.
The standard horizontal knife used by the Sui Dynasty is a pure straight knife without any curvature. This is different from the waist knives that Fang Jie had seen in TV dramas before, and somewhat similar to the knives of the Dongying people in his previous life. But Fang Xie knew that Dongying people's knives were improved after imitating Tang Zhidao. The biggest difference between Sui's straight sword and long sword in this world is that the long sword is edged on both sides, while the straight sword is on one side, and the straight sword is heavier and thicker. Many people feel that a sword is just an ornament, and that a sword is more domineering and refreshing when it comes to killing people.
Chaolu Dao is made in the shape of a standard horizontal knife, which is slightly longer than the standard horizontal knife. It has reached the limit of the length of the knife. If it is longer, it will be very laborious to pull it out, whether it is carried on the waist or tied behind the back. Chao Lu Dao does not have a scabbard, perhaps the person who made this precious sword thought of this from the very beginning. With such a long blade, it is not flexible to draw the blade or put it into the sheath.
Or maybe, the person who made the morning dew didn't want the scabbard to block the morning dew's sharpness.
Fang Jie kept watching the sun go down, got up and moved his body. The old man in charge of the library was very interested in this small action of clipping a dead leaf that he picked up on the way to the library a while ago to the page he saw just now.
"Why don't you just fold the corner of the book?"
He tremblingly walked to Fang Jie's side and asked.
Fang Jie smiled and said, "I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. If I fold the corner of the book, I won't be able to sleep."
This was of course just a joke, but the old man nodded and said seriously: "Only those who love books can find what they want from books, young man, have you found it?"
Fang Jie smiled and shook his head: "I didn't find it, but I'm not in a hurry."
The old man hummed, turned around and went back. The abrupt end of the conversation made Fang Xie a little uncomfortable, but the old man was like a child, the older he got, the more he got older, so Fang Xie didn't care.
Just as he turned around to leave the library, he suddenly frowned. Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain that was familiar and not seen for a long time suddenly appeared in the lower abdomen. That kind of colic is not something a human can bear, Fang Jie's body tilted, he stretched out his hand to support the bookshelf, but he still didn't stop himself from falling down.
With a bang, his head hit the floor hard.
The pain came like a landslide and tsunami, and the unsuspecting Fang Xie was quickly knocked down. In an instant, his courtyard uniform was wet with sweat. His limbs curled up involuntarily, and his body curled up into a ball. The muscles all over his body began to tense and harden, as hard as a rock.
He vaguely heard Ma Lilian's exclamation, and vaguely saw someone running towards him.
But soon, he lost consciousness.