Gong Dian is the deputy commander of Ouchi's bodyguards, a close minister of the emperor, and a straight line in front of the imperial court. He is Ye Zhong's younger brother, a son of the Ye family, the number one martial artist in the Qing Kingdom, and he is a rare master of the eighth rank. In terms of combat power alone, he is much higher than Cheng Jushu, who Fan Xian took advantage of the chaos to kill. Fan Xian killed Cheng Jushu with a knife that day, which was to take advantage of the other party's underestimation of the enemy and sneak attack with the treasured soldiers in his hands. If the two sides really let go to fight, I am afraid that the chance of Fan Xian's death will be much greater.
Facing Gong Dian, Fan Xian couldn't find any good solution, not to mention whether he couldn't win the opponent, even if he could win the opponent... Would he still dare to fight against the palace? A drop of sweat dripped from Fan Xian's forehead, and he kept shouting in his heart: "Wu Zhu mistaken me, Wu Zhu mistaken me." If Wu Zhu didn't make the guards faint, Fan Xian wouldn't be able to enter the Qing Temple at all. , and it is impossible for many subsequent stories to happen, but for Fan Xian, the current crisis is also caused by this. Of course, Fan Xian can't really blame his uncle, but only through this kind of wild shouting Relax your mind.
Guan Dian took a step forward with a smile, and his deep voice sounded: "Young man, what a coincidence today."
Fan Xian pulled back his sister who didn't know why, and responded with a smile: "I see you again unexpectedly." At this time, his mind was running rapidly. The noble person in the palace is His Majesty the Emperor, so the function of the palace code should be to guard His Majesty. At this time, the palace code appears in the tea house, and the emperor should be here too.
While thinking in his mind, his eyes glanced at Gong Dian's thin but high shoulders, and he saw a middle-aged nobleman drinking tea at the table, and occasionally raised his head and frowned to look at this side. Fan Xian was shocked, but there was nothing on his face. He turned his mind and said with a wry smile, "My lord, why did you act like you have nowhere to go when you have broken through the iron shoes, and you can get it without any effort?" My lord, but the younger one also coughed up blood for a few days, so this is an apology."
The two words of breaking the iron shoes were fresh and witty words deliberately said to the nobleman, but to Fan Xian's surprise, the other party didn't respond at all.
"Take this person down." Gong Dian ordered in a low voice, not wanting to alarm the master, and the three guards on both sides obeyed the order and forced them forward. Seeing the opponent's aura, Fan Xian was accompanied by another girl, knowing that he couldn't escape, he frowned, stepped forward, and attacked Gong Dian first!
Instead of being angry, Gong Dian was overjoyed, and with a wave of his hand made the guards back down, his hands stretched out like eagles fighting a rabbit, their knuckles were dry and powerful, and they directly pointed at Fan Xian's veins. Although Fan Xian didn't have any subtle moves, these small kung fu were the instinctive reactions of the five bamboo hammers. He twisted his wrist strangely, and swipe his fingertips on the pulse gate of the palace code. Locked the opponent's wrist.
At this time, Gong Dian's pair of iron hands had already firmly controlled his wrist.
The two were surprised at the same time, and they locked each other as soon as they touched each other in the two fights. It was a very inexplicable thing, as if they had calculated each other's reactions. Surprised to be surprised, Gong Dian said with strong confidence: "Release your hands and capture." Fan Xian didn't expect to fight head-on with the head of the guards in the palace. He just had other thoughts, so he frowned and said forcefully: "It's not yet known." " He let out a muffled snort, and the snow-capped mountain on his lower back became hot, and hot waves gushed out from there, attacking the opponent's body along his arms.
Gong Dian frowned, as if he sensed the incomparably domineering aura of the young man's true energy, but at this moment the master was behind him, so naturally he wouldn't step aside, his eyes lit up, he let out a soft drink, and the amount of energy accumulated in his body Ten years of vigorous and infuriating energy is transported to the palm.
The interlocking arms of the two have been released, and their palms are facing each other.
After a muffled sound, the Green Bamboo Tea shop was filled with energy. The nobleman drinking tea frowned, as if he didn't have any martial arts protection. Fan Ruoruo, who was behind Fan Xian, also had a weak leg and almost fell to the ground.
Several flashes of white light flashed, and the guards drew their swords and put them on Fan Xian's neck. At this moment, Fan Xian's arms were so weak that he was powerless to resist, nor did he think about resisting. Gong Dian coughed twice, put his hands behind his back, looked at Fan Xian with a strange look, and said softly, "Young man, I haven't seen you for a few months, and you have improved again."
A trace of blood dripped from the corner of Fan Xian's lips, but this trace of blood made Gong Dian think of the person in the dark room opposite the Qing Temple, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, wondering whether he did it properly or not today.
Fan Xian was obviously defeated this time, but Gong Dian was not as relaxed as it appeared on the surface, but except for the nobleman, no one noticed that his hands behind his back were trembling non-stop, and Fan Xian had penetrated into his body. The domineering heterogeneous zhenqi still remained in the meridians, scratching like a small knife, until a moment later, it gradually calmed down.
"Able to write and perform martial arts, the world seems to have produced quite a few young and talented people like this recently." The nobleman looked at Fan Xian, who was under the knife, and his expression remained unchanged, showing a hint of admiring smile. Gong Dian knew that this master cherished talents the most, and was afraid that he would let him go again like last time, so he hurried to the tea table and explained in a low voice why he wanted to arrest this person.
The nobleman frowned, but then gradually loosened his eyes, and his eyes like a deep pool gradually brightened. He looked at Fan Xian, narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly, "So it's the boy from that day." He went on He said softly: "Gong Dian, the master you mentioned can easily hunt and kill you, have you told anyone about this?"
Gong Dian said ashamedly: "It was just a secret investigation, but there was no result, so I never reported it. Please... Lord, forgive me."
The nobleman said coldly: "Excuse me, but this matter is not allowed to be mentioned again, or the whole family will be killed." Gong Dian's heart trembled, and he clasped his fists in response. The voices of the two were extremely soft, and even Fan Xian, who had excellent hearing, could only vaguely hear a few words, and it was not very clear what they were talking about.
"Let's all go out, I want to have a few words with this young man." The nobleman ordered coldly.
Gong Dian was startled, thinking that although the master holds the world in his hands, he has no power to restrain a chicken, how dare he let him stay alone with this young man. The nobleman seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said after a moment of pondering: "Gong Dian stays, and the rest leave."
"Yes!" Although the guards were puzzled, they didn't dare to say anything else, and hurriedly withdrew from the tea shop. Fan Xian's neck was free, and he twisted it comfortably. At this moment, Ruoruo ran up and took his hand, thinking about the danger before. Anxious tears almost fell down.
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"Fan Xian, the Lawyer, you are guilty of disrespect in front of the imperial court."
"I don't know what the crime is."
The conversation Fan Xian imagined didn't happen, the nobleman just sat on the edge of the table, looking at him with interest. The nobleman's eyes seemed to be much softer than before, lightly but carefully brushing over his face, which made Fan Xian feel a little uncomfortable.
The nobleman said softly, "Young man, whose family are you?"
"My lord, we are members of the Fan family. We went to rest in the farm yesterday, and today we are greedy for the scenery, so we wandered here. I don't know why your servants are making things difficult for us." Fan Xian thought about it in his heart, and it would be more appropriate to call the other lord .
Hearing his answer, Gong Dian was shocked, and only then did he realize that the person he was going to arrest was Fan Xian who killed the eighth-rank expert. Thinking that Fan Xian's father, Si Nanbo, was the master's confidant, and held some power that he didn't know very well, Gong Dian thought he understood why the master had strictly ordered him not to disclose the matter of the master-level master, and was a little embarrassed. He cast an apologetic look at Fan Xian.
The nobleman smiled and said, "Are you Fan Jian's son?"
Seeing the other party calling his father by his first name, Fan Xian confirmed the other party's identity, and replied more respectfully: "Exactly."
The nobleman nodded and said: "This is a misunderstanding, don't hold grudges in your heart."
Fan Xianduan didn't expect the other party to be so easy to talk to, he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, he didn't even dare to dare.
The nobleman said again: "You have been in Beijing for several months, how are you doing?"
Although he doesn't understand why he should care about himself as the other party, Fan Xian will never miss this opportunity. Thinking about the troubles of these past few months, he said with a little dejection: "Living in the capital is not easy, it is not as good as my hometown." .”
"You mean Danzhou."
"Exactly."
"What are the benefits of Danzhou?"
"Although Danzhou is remote, people's hearts are simple. As long as you don't harm others, no one will harm you. It's not like after entering Beijing, whether you want it or not, something will always find you."
The nobleman didn't seem to have expected the young man to speak so directly, he was slightly taken aback and then smiled and said: "The capital is unparalleled in the world in terms of prosperity, and naturally the difficulties are also unparalleled in the world, but with Lord Fan's support, Mr. Fan has a reputation of being both civil and military. It should be more comfortable."
Fan Xianru listened to the imperial decree. If he hadn't been pretending all the time, he would have knelt down and thanked the decree, and then publicized it in Beijing. The so-called golden words of the emperor... But his face was still calm, and he replied softly: "I hope so."
It was getting late, and the nobleman had many things to do, so he had to get up and leave. Before leaving, he looked at Fan Xian carefully, and then smiled with satisfaction, and said, "See you in the future." Turning to Fan Ruoruo again, He said softly: "Little girl, when you were a baby, I hugged you, and I never thought that you would become a big girl in a flash... There will be a good marriage waiting for you in the future."
Fan Ruoruo was slightly taken aback, but didn't know how to answer. After the nobleman said this, he smiled loudly, seemed very happy, left the tea shop where Qingzhu was, got in the car and left. The carriage left for a long time, the nobleman was in a daze, and sighed softly: "The eyebrows are vaguely similar, and the ability to climb the wall every night is a bit like I used to be."
In the tea shop, Fan Ruoruo asked curiously: "Which adult is this, he seems to be familiar with father."
Fan Xian finally got rid of his nervousness at this time, sat down on the stool covered in sweat, and said, "It was the Holy Majesty before... Damn it, he likes to play the trick of going on tour in disguise, I really think it's useless to scare people to death." Do you pay for your life?" Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth in shock as soon as the words came out.
Click! At this moment, a thunderbolt sounded for no reason above the blue sky thousands of miles away, as if he wanted to stab into the green bamboos of the tea shop and hack someone who spoke so childishly to death.