According to Fan Xian's temperament, after the fight, he would naturally go back to each house and find his own mother, but Fan Ruoruo never expected that Fan Ruoruo would give him a glaring look, as if his sister thought he had shot too hard. He could only shake his head with a wry smile, watching his sister take out a handkerchief to wipe Ye Linger's bleeding nose.
"The tip of Ye Linger's nose is pretty pretty, but she looks like a runny nose kid right now."
"Ye Chong's family name is also Ye, and my mother's surname is also Ye. Is it because of this reason that I always looked at each other disliked, and now Ye Linger and I also dislike each other. It seems to be a legacy of the elders."
In fact, Fan Xian was a very calm person, but the situation was embarrassing and it was inconvenient for him to walk away, so he had to think about these things to cover up his emotions.
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After a long time, Ye Linger, who was crying, finally calmed down a little under Fan Ruoruo's comfort, and looked into Fan Xian's eyes with a trace of awe besides hatred. After all, she was a daughter of the Ye family, she was not as skilled as others, and she would not bother too much, but she struggled to bow to Fan Xian, expressing her surrender.
Seeing that the other party was upright, Fan Xian felt a little embarrassed, coughed twice, and asked casually, "What kind of palm did you use just now?"
"Big splitting the coffin." Ye Linger sniffled, raised her face and replied stubbornly: "I admit defeat, but it's just that I'm not good at learning, and it has nothing to do with my Ye family's martial arts."
At this time, Fan Xian felt that the girl finally had a little bit of cuteness, and said with a smile: "The name of the big split coffin is good, it seems to be a simplified version of Liuyun Sanshou, it is not easy for a girl to have such a martial arts cultivation. .”
The sedan chair was carried by everyone, someone lifted it on one side, and someone had to lift it on the back, so Ye Linger held her bloodshot nose, snorted twice, and asked, "What trick did you use?"
Ye family's family are all martial idiots, Ye Ling'er is not in a hurry to get back the scene at this time, but is anxious to know what the other party's trick is. Qing is good at martial arts, but there has never been anyone like Fan Xian. He only relies on his own true energy, speed, and judgment, strikes first and strikes first, relying on his understanding of human body structure to attack parts that the enemy would never care about. Thereby accumulating victories that add up—this kind of technique Ye Ling'er has never seen before, but her uncle has seen it.
Fan Xian was startled, thinking that his set of black punches didn't seem to be much of a trick, and he was slightly moved: "It's all just small tricks. Miss Ye, go and heal your wounds."
These methods are a set of skills that Wuzhu taught him to kill, Fei Jie taught him to recognize people, plus the experience of using it for the first time when Niu blocked the street. Fan Xian named this a small method, and it really lives up to the name.
Later, Fan Xian's little tricks also became famous in Kyoto, and became a title that could be included in the compulsory books of martial arts. This was something Fan Xian could not have imagined at this time, otherwise he would definitely take the title of "Tanzhou Zhemei" "Hand", "Sinan Liuyang Palm" and other romantic names.
But today, small tricks always beat big splitting coffins.
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Although this kind of "martial arts competition" in Beijing is mostly held in the mansion, it is nothing new after all. So Fan Ye's two houses didn't do anything because of this, and Ye Ling'er, who surrendered, left angrily, but before leaving, she insisted on handing Fan Xian the scimitar at her waist, saying it was a prize after admitting defeat in the martial arts competition.
Sitting in the carriage, Fan Xian smiled wryly and played with the lottery in his hand, thinking that if he had a fight with a little girl for no reason, he might offend Ye Fu. Fan Ruoruo seemed to guess what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "It's okay, the children of the Ye family are good at martial arts, and everyone knows it, otherwise it would be impossible for them to become a great master. Master Ye is very upright, let alone because of this Little things get angry."
Fan Xian sighed and said, "It's not entirely because of this matter, it's just that it's ridiculous."
Fan Ruoruo chuckled and asked, "It was really surprising that my brother refused to fight her earlier."
"Accident? Is it because I'm worried that people in the capital think I'm cowardly? You said before that she's just a seventh-rank master, and I'm a strange scholar who killed even an eighth-rank master. People here still think I'm afraid of her?" Fan Xian said with a smile: "Although swords are indeed more powerful than words, if words alone are enough to humiliate and hit the opponent, then why bother to use swords."
After saying this, he suddenly slapped his thigh, annoyed: "Well, we've already had a fight, and it's useless to talk about it."
Fan Ruoruo chuckled.
Fan Xian asked curiously, "Why does Ms. Ye always dislike me?"
"Sister, I don't know." Fan Ruoruo replied after thinking for a while, "I probably thought it would be extremely sad for my sister-in-law to marry you at the beginning. Although this problem did not exist later, we lied to her again, which is equivalent to It is through her help that you can see your sister-in-law, she can't swallow this breath."
Fan Xian smiled wryly, "I knew that there is no secret between handkerchiefs."
"The key is Mr. Fei's student." Fan Ruoruo continued to explain: "My brother used this name last time, and now it seems that many people know that our family has a good relationship with Mr. Chen of the Overwatch Council. Maybe it's because of this matter. .”
Fan Xian's heart shuddered, thinking he wouldn't let others guess from this incident, right? But after thinking about it, the Ye family happened so many years ago. Based on what they saw in the capital for several months, it seems that the people of Kyoto have already forgotten what happened back then.
Fan Ruoruo handed him a piece of paper at this time, and he took a closer look at it, then crumpled it into a small ball and threw it out of the car window. On the paper are a few words written by Wan'er. The main purpose of coming to Befu today is to discuss with his fiancée, and he is going to visit his father-in-law soon, so what should he mention. Although Lin Wan'er did not live with the prime minister since she was a child, she is a father and daughter after all, so she knows it much better than an outsider like herself.
On the second day, the sky was dim, and there were dark clouds over the city, which slightly reduced the blazing sun, but made Kyoto feel like a steamer.
Fan Xian wiped his sweat and squatted on the edge of Jiazhu Road, carefully picking out the goods on the stalls. Jiazhudao is the distribution center for antiques and toys in Kyoto. People who are interested in these things like to come to this street to shop when the weather is good. Fan Xian imitated the manner of the experts, one foot on the shoulder of the road, one foot on the edge of the kraft paper of the booth, his fingers fidgeted on the stall, for more than half an hour, but there was no final result.
The stall owner was a little anxious, but seeing that he was indeed a wealthy man in his clothes, so he didn't want to talk much, so he could only smile and say: "Young master, what do you want to see?"
"Snuff bottle." Fan Xian said helplessly. Wan'er said that Mr. Prime Minister's biggest hobby over the years is playing with snuff bottles, so he hoped to find a good one today. Unexpectedly, the eyes are dazzled, and there is nothing that can be seen.
"Yes, you have found the right place." The stall owner's eyes lit up and said: "I have blue and white glaze here, emerald ones, amber ones, whatever you want, especially emerald ones, great. Look at this." He picked up a small standing pot. The color of the pot was green and slightly yellow. "See? It's boxwood green. Although I can't say it's old, the material and workmanship can be said."
"Do you have any emeralds?" Fan Xian had to choose the most expensive one.
The stall owner said embarrassingly: "Emeralds are too precious. They are used to make snuff bottles, which are only made in the palace. Although they are not very demanding now, if you want to find an emerald snuff bottle on Jiazhu Road, then It's kind of difficult."
The stall owner was so nice that he pointed Fan Xian to a big shop on the street, saying that if he wanted to find an emerald snuff bottle, he had to go to that one.
Fan Xian thanked him, put down another broken piece of silver and took a piece of broken porcelain whose authenticity was unknown, before getting up and leaving. Wang Qinian watched from the side, with a smile on his face, thinking that this lord is extremely gentle to the traffickers and pawns, and the key is that he is as careful as a hair.
Entering the big shop, there was a gust of fresh wind blowing in front of you. When you looked closely, there was a wire-screen fan that was shaking non-stop. Fan Xian was amazed. The boss asked who sold the fan, and after asking, he found out that it was a new product last year. The shop owner has some friendship with the merchant, so he put it in the hall as a live advertisement.
After asking about the address of the merchant, Fan Xian began to ask about the snuff bottle. The shop owner looked Fan Xian up and down, and confirmed the depth of the other's purse from his clothes. Then he went into the back room and carefully took out a box, placed it on the table and opened it. The box is covered with broken red brocade, and the extremely soft material supports snuff bottles of various materials to prevent them from being broken. The boss didn't say much, and asked simply and neatly: "If you want the best, you still want the best."
Fan Xian liked this feeling, smiled and said, "Of course it's the best."
Hearing this, the boss actually closed the box, groped around his waist for a long time, and took out a small light blue emerald pot. A fisherman sitting alone by the cold river not only has a superb artistic conception, but also his brushwork is delicate and smooth, and his craftsmanship is extremely rare.
"Let's make a price." Fan Xian took it and put it in his palm to play with. He felt the palm was warm and moist. It felt very good, a little itchy, a little slippery, and a little moist.
"Two thousand taels of silver." The boss had no expression on his face. He seemed to be annoyed by people coming to buy things, and he seemed a little indifferent, but Fan Xian became interested.
He thought about it, all the money he had saved in Danzhou and his younger sister's filial piety were given to his younger brother to open a bookstore. The business of Danbo Bookstore is very good now, but the money from the second hand has not been taken back to him, so later through Fujiko Jing. Gongzhong transferred two thousand taels of silver, and after excluding the four hundred taels used for drinking wine on the flower boat, there were more than 1,300 taels left over, so he frowned and said, "Eight hundred taels. "