The snow was still falling, and the night was getting darker. The officials and gentlemen in the village were arranging for this group of officials to go to various houses to rest. Fan Xian didn't let Hong Changqing and the swordsmen watch at night, because he knew that there was still danger hidden outside. Although the six swordsmen were good at assassination, they didn't have a good method for long-distance attacks. He was the only one left in a daze in the vast ethnology. Although the fire in the brazier was burning and there was a lot of bamboo charcoal on the side of the basin, it always made people feel that the temperature seemed to have dropped a bit.
It was quiet.
Fan Xian stretched out his hands to warm the fire, his head was slightly tilted, obviously distracted, and he suddenly said, "My sword went out."
He paused for a moment, and then concluded: "But, Zhan Kong."
The light in the ethnology hall changed slightly, and the red light in the brazier illuminated Fan Xian's shadow, which twisted and moved on the ground, and then a man in black clothes walked out of the shadow, He naturally sat beside Fan Xian.
Fan Xian glanced at the pale middle-aged man, and handed over the wine bag.
Shadow quietly looked at Fan Xian's wrist and the wine bag in his hand. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said in a gloomy voice, "Alcohol makes people slow down."
"What's the name of Yan Xiaoyi's son?" Fan Xian changed the subject, took back the wine bag and took a sip, feeling a pungent fire from his lips to his heart.
"I don't know." Shadow shook his head, and then said, "You gave him a good nickname."
Fan Xian said: "Don't live too tensely, this little brother Arrow should still be freezing in the snowy night outside, how dare he attack from nearby."
Shadow nodded.
Fan Xian handed over the wine bag again and said, "Take a couple of sips. I'm not Chen Pingping. Although there are many people in this world who want to kill me, at least it's not that easy."
Shadow thought for a while, took the wine bag and took two sips. After a while, two traces of blush appeared on his pale cheeks, looking like a clown on a stage, very cute.
Fan Xian chuckled, and said, "If you and I get along differently, I can't bear the loneliness in the dark anyway... I've always been curious, don't you usually need to eat and drink?"
When protecting Chen Pingping or Fan Xian personally, the shadow was always around, no wonder Fan Xian would ask this question.
Shadow said gloomyly: "Of course I have my own way."
Fan Xian shook his head, didn't say anything more, and turned back to the first sentence: "You saw that my sword cut through the air."
"Yes, my lord." Shadow's voice was emotionless, "That Thirteenth Wang is very strong."
Fan Xian was silent. Of course he knew that Wang Xi was very strong, strong enough to approach the ethnology quietly in the snowy night, but he let neither himself nor the shadow notice it, so strong that he could, when the arrow flew into the air, A wandering spirit stood in front of Fan Xian like a ghost, so that Fan Xian's sword... cut into the air.
The seemingly simple green banner blocked it, but Fan Xian knew the strength contained in that black arrow in the snowy night, the more understated Wang Xi's performance, the more it proved his strength.
"I can't see through him." Fan Xian picked up the iron rod from his feet and fiddled with it in the brazier. "This Shisan Lang is indeed very strong, but he is very tolerant. A ninja must have big plans..."
He suddenly raised his eyebrows: "It's not Ren, he doesn't care, Wang Xi's conversation shows that he doesn't care about many things, he doesn't care about my verbal attacks, he doesn't care about my deliberate humiliation... If he was really sent by Si Gu Jian, why is he so Don't care? Only if you don't care, can you not care, and if a person can't see what he wants, it will be a bit troublesome."
What exactly does this Thirteenth Wang want
This question gradually weighed on Fan Xian's heart. He didn't like this kind of situation where an outsider suddenly ran in to make the situation messy.
Shadow suddenly said: "This person... should be from the Sword Cottage, but not just from the Sword Cottage."
Fan Xian didn't understand it very well, but he believed in the shadow's judgment. The closed disciples taught by Si Gu Jian were indeed mysterious and powerful.
He sighed and said, "Let's talk about it after he kills Brother Xiaojian."
Shadow glanced at him, knowing that this is the so-called certificate of honor, knowing that Fan Xian used this knife to kill people not because of the fineness of the knife, but because of the heart of the knife. If Wang Shisanlang really looked around the sword, Yan With Xiaoyi's son killed by him, Fan Xian has a lot to write about. At least there will be a huge gap in the relationship between Xinyang and Dongyi City.
"Others don't know that Thirteenth Wang is Si Gu Jian's closed disciple." Shadow reminded.
Fan Xian calmly explained: "If he kills Brother Xiaojian, I will let the whole world know that he is Si Gu Jian's closed disciple."
Shadow was silent for a moment: "My lord is wise... But, this kind of benefit may not be enough."
Fan Xian understood what he meant, and playing with Sigu Sword would make Dongyi City angry. Although Fan Xian and the entire Qing court were used to putting blame on Sigu Jian's idiot's head, but now that Sigu Jian put himself Fan Xian shared a trace of his sincerity, and it would be a pity if this trace of sincerity was used to sow up the relationship between Xinyang and Dongyi City.
He glanced at the shadow, and said quietly: "I'll listen to you about the affairs here in Dongyi City, you are more familiar with it than me."
"Yes, my lord." Shadow said slowly: "Also, there will be heavy snow in the next five days, which is suitable for archery attacks, so be careful."
"How far is the black knight from us?"
"Ten miles."
Fan Xian fell silent. In such a snowy day, it was really troublesome for a master of arrows to surround the convoy far away. Fortunately, there were black knights sweeping around, and it was impossible for the other party to mobilize the military team to take risks. .
To mobilize the army to kill Fan Xian, all the targets must be wiped out without leaving a trace of evidence to present to the palace.
And even the most powerful army in the Qing Kingdom was unable to slaughter all five hundred black knights without leaving a few alive.
"I don't understand why they chose to attack me on the way back to Beijing. The other party should know that the possibility of success is not high." Fan Xian frowned and said, "Although Yan Xiaoyi's son is young, he is not so arrogant. It is."
"Maybe he has a reason to do it." Shadow said slowly: "I'll kill him."
After thinking for a moment, Fan Xian shook his head slowly: "I don't know who else is around him, the two of us are together, let that Wang Shisanlang do it... Safety first, it's hard for a creature like an expert Gather a dozen or twenty, if there are only a few people, why should we worry?"
Shadow gave him a strange look, but said nothing.
Fan Xian looked up at the dark beams with gray nets hanging in the ethnology hall, and sighed in his heart. He didn't dare to use his own people to launch the most powerful counterattack on this snowy night, because... in the past two or three years , The biggest gap in his mind is that arrow, that bow.
Yan Xiaoyi's bow and arrow.
Until today, two years later, Fan Xian could still clearly feel the breath of death in the turret of the imperial city, and the hostility attached to that arrow, he still felt extremely palpitating.
The arrow from outside the ethnology earlier came too suddenly and unreasonably, so Fan Xian was worried that this was a game, a game of trying to lure himself or his shadow into the snowy forest to snipe.
Yan Xiaoyi was also ordered to return to Beijing this year. The court reported that he was still on his way and hadn't arrived in Beijing, but who knows... On the way, which way is it? Are you on your way back to Beijing
Fan Xian fumbled at the charcoal fire in the brazier, his thoughts had already drifted to the snowy forest outside the village, the fire in the brazier gradually dimmed and extinguished.
"Go to bed early."
Fan Xian sighed in the dark, got up and patted his hips, tightened the collar of the fox fur coat, and pushed open the gate of the ethnology. The wind and snow outside poured in, making his eyes narrow, but no arrow shot. Come here, but let him a little disappointed.
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On the second day, the convoy followed the north of Yingzhou, took the official road and headed towards Kyoto. Because of what happened last night, the security work of the entire convoy became more stringent. Three swordsmen from the Sixth Office were separated, pretending to be businessmen walking in the snow, watching all suspicious people from the dark.
Fan Xian issued another order, and the five hundred black riders who had been protecting the front and rear of the convoy from a distance also drew closer to the convoy, faintly audible the sound of hoofbeats, in order to ensure safety.
And along the way, there are always some characters with a bit of Jianghu atmosphere in the teahouse, in the restaurant, in the inn, and outside the post station, watching the train.
The spy swordsmen of the Overwatch Council were a little vigilant. After reporting to Fan Xian, Fan Xian just nodded slightly, without any major reaction.
When he was about to leave Yingzhou, a woman with a broken arm waited respectfully by the side of the road, stopped the convoy, and asked to see an adult.
When Fan Xian saw her, he drank his tea and looked at this rather charming woman with some interest.
The woman knelt in the carriage, with a trace of awe and fear, said: "This subordinate has seen the adults."
Fan Xian nodded, waved his hand and said, "Guan Yumei got up and talked."
"Yes." This female bandit who was famous in Yingzhou at that time, Xia Qifei's cousin, stood up respectfully, half hunched so that her head did not touch the roof of the carriage.
"What did you find?" Fan Xian asked, rubbing his brows. Although the Overwatch Council's intelligence network spreads all over the world, if you want to investigate people in the market, it is still not as good as Jiangnan Shuizhai, a gang that is deeply rooted in the people. Jiangnan Shuizhai can find out exactly what guests are picked up by the inn, and who is picked up by the car dealership.
Guan Yumei reported the situation these days, and then said: "Only one person was vaguely found, holding a large prison bag, but the brothers in the gang couldn't follow him, and he disappeared in Fujiapo the day before yesterday. Looking where he went, it should be It's going to Kyoto."
Fan Xian was silent for a moment, thinking that Brother Xiaojian really came to kill him alone with great strength and courage.
After a few more words, he let Guan Yumei get out of the car.
The convoy started to move forward again, just like the observation of the sky with shadows, there was still snow in the sky in the next few days.
Finally arrived at Weizhou on the upper reaches of the Weihe River safely. This place is the last state government in the south before entering the capital. The city is not big, but it is also very prosperous. However, the return date of the imperial court has been set early, and Fan Xian's family property silver box is still in the Weihe River. On the way, under the protection of the Shazhou Navy, he slowly headed to Kyoto, but he could not delay any longer.
So on the second day, he left Weizhou, but at this time he had already revealed his identity, and at the same time transferred a hundred state troops to Weizhou. Weizhou was afraid that something would happen to this great man, so of course he would respond to requests.
The enlarged team walked northward for a day, left Weizhou territory, and entered Jingduzhi.
Fan Xian stood on the carriage and looked back, only to see Jing Ge wearing a silver mask watching him on the short hill behind him. He nodded, Jing Ge got on his horse and clenched his right fist. The five hundred black cavalry were like a sharp black blade, piercing the tranquility of the hills, crossing the hills, and preparing to join the black cavalry forty miles away. camp.
This is the death rule of the Qing court. The black cavalry was an invincible pro-army that His Majesty the Emperor had appointed to Chen Pingping back then. However, in order to ensure the transcendent status and balance of the Overwatch Council, the black cavalry was strictly forbidden to enter the territory of the capital.
If you take a step forward, you will be killed without mercy. This is the iron law of black cavalry. Fan Xian often thought that from this iron law, he could understand that even though his own emperor, Lao Tzu, was so self-confident that he could treat anyone who rebelled as a trifle, I'm afraid... Deep down, he also understood that Qing Guo's dignitaries If they rebel, the cripple is the most terrifying.
Although the emperor would not believe that the lame man would rebel, as an emperor, he must guard against it.
Entering the territory of Kyoto, the official roads gradually widened, the mountains and forests gradually decreased, and the number of pedestrians increased. The wind and snow gradually subsided, the snow gradually melted, and the horseshoes were wrapped in wet mud, making it difficult for the entire convoy to move forward.
However, everyone in the Overwatch Council has relaxed their minds. No one in the capital would dare to snipe in broad daylight.
Although Fan Xian was a very cautious person, he was no exception. Since the founding of the Qing Dynasty, even if there were occasional ambitious people in the military, no one dared to make trouble near the capital.
A small valley appeared in front of the eyes, the precious evergreen forest was pressed by white snow, the branches creaked under the pressure, and the frost became a dragon.
Fan Xian lifted the heavy curtain, looked at the valley, and found that there were no rocks on the mountain, and the huge city of Kyoto could be seen in the distance, suffocating like a giant beast.
Fan Xian put a smile on his face, Jingdu, he is finally back, Brother Xiaojian's extremely unreasonable arrow has made him nervous for so many days, it seems that he really needs to strengthen his xinxing cultivation.
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Suddenly his earlobe trembled, and he heard the sound of sharp blades piercing into flesh and blood in the forest in front of him. It was the sound of the shadow moving his hands, and then he heard the sound of a crossbow pivot moving.
With a scream, Fan Xian reached out to grab the groom in front of him, and all the carriages in the convoy stopped abruptly following the scream!
From above the short hill, a huge crossbow arrow pierced through the air, and with the sound of howling wind and thunder, it hit the carriage where Fan Xian was sitting with a hiss.
The groom screamed wildly, broke free from Fan Xian's hand, and stood in front of Fan Xian!
Although Fan Xian reacted extremely quickly, the crossbow arrow, which was about the length of a human arm, still pierced the coachman's chest and abdomen fiercely. Blood and internal organs were all sprayed out, and the liver was smeared!
The crossbow shot out and pinned the coachman's body to Fan Xian's side. Fan Xian's expression was gloomy, he slapped the wall, and with a clang, a wooden board was quickly lowered from the cotton curtain of the carriage, sealing the entire carriage.
Immediately afterwards, countless terrifying and suffocating crossbow arrows sounded in the valley!
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