It was dark before dawn, the fire was crackling, occasionally a few sparks jumped out, drawing a fleeting red mark in the air, these red marks were reflected in Haitang's eyes, looking very strange.
She stood up, looked at Fan Xian, and said softly, "What exactly do you want to do?" Or, in other words, what exactly did Fan Xian do during these three days.
"I didn't do anything." Fan Xian turned his back to her, his back was extraordinarily straight, "I just want to keep you for three days."
Haitang's pupils shrank slightly, and she was tricked out by Fan Xian for three days, and the master at Wang Ting also followed Shan Yu Speed up behind the two of them for three days. Indeed, Fan Xian didn't need to do something himself. What, but there must be something wrong with Wang Ting.
This woman was a person who could afford to let go. She glanced at Fan Xian quietly, turned around and walked towards the back of the tribe. Her steps were not necessarily urgent, but her speed was extremely fast, like an elf in the grassland. In an instant, it swept out three feet.
"It's too late for you to go back." Fan Xian turned around and looked at her quietly, "You and the Emperor of Northern Qi lied to me once, and made fun of me a few times. Those Central Plains people in the royal court are all from Northern Qi." , but you are still lying to me... These people who work in the royal court are very dangerous people to me, Daqing, and I must get rid of them."
Haitang stopped in her tracks, knowing that what Fan Xian said was true. If there were any changes in the royal court within these three days, even if she rushed back at this time, it would be too late: "Crescent Sea is extremely well-defended, since you If you didn't do it yourself, who did it?"
Before Fan Xian could answer, an extremely gloomy image penetrated into her heart. She did not forget that the Overwatch Council had the number one assassin in the world. Shan Yu was not in the royal court, and all the masters were out. withstand. The shadow of the Overwatch Council never fails to make a move.
No matter whether it is Haitang or Shanyu who can stay in the royal court, I am afraid that they will not give the shadow any chance to make a move. Thinking of this, Haitang finally understood why Fan Xian showed up and lured herself to find him, and Shanyu followed myself two.
"Your heart is getting harder and harder." She turned around and looked at Fan Xian, not very angry, but with a feeling of loneliness, "Is there anyone in this world that you don't want to take advantage of?"
Fan Xian took advantage of Haitang, but he didn't feel any guilt in his heart. The two sides were already in hostile positions at this time.
"I'm not a ruthless person." Fan Xian looked at her a few meters away, and said quietly. Then he waved his arms and rushed towards Haitang. The air in the prairie was chaotic, rolling over like a tornado.
Haitang looked at the man approaching like a god, her eyes lit up, her hands stretched out from the thin leather robe, and she drew a semicircle beside her, stabilizing the airflow around her body in the blink of an eye .
One moment was full of affection and parting sorrow, but the next moment it was a sudden storm. Fan Xian was like a god of death under the moonlit night, holding the grass dregs and sparks around his body, and punched out with a fist like thunder.
Haitang Duoduo disappeared in front of the storm with a flicker, and appeared in front of Fan Xian in the eye of the storm the next moment, pointing at it as a sword, stabbing obliquely, as if trying to pick off the moon in the sky, extremely free and easy pierced Fan Xian's throat.
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The crescent sea reflects the moon in the sky, which is very beautiful and quiet. The people around Haizi were sleeping, only the maidservants who got up early began to walk into Haizi, ready to start filling water and wash the princes and nobles.
A servant girl looked at the dumb servant who was hunched over, smiled, took out a piece of mustache from her bosom and handed it over. This dumb servant was picked up from the grassland by the pawnbroker four months ago. He has some physical disabilities, but he has great strength. It is the most convenient for him to do rough work, but because he can't speak, He is also a slave, so he is often bullied by those young nobles around the royal court, which looks really pitiful.
If it wasn't for these kind-hearted bearded girls who donated a lot of money, I'm afraid this dumb servant wouldn't be able to live for a few days at all.
The dumb servant took the beard cake from the beard girl, smiled flatteringly, and made a hoo hoo sound in his throat, as if he wanted to express his gratitude. Hu Nu giggled a few times, almost breaking the tranquility of the Crescent Sea before the morning.
The dumb servant went to the meadow behind the Crescent Sea. Every day at dawn, he had to pick up sheep manure. The people in the royal court were already used to this scene.
But today, this dumb servant walked through the meadow and the dense sheep dung, still hunched over, but didn't even look at the sheep dung. Normally, he would be happy to encounter so much sheep dung, But today he doesn't have to be happy, because he doesn't have to pick sheep dung anymore.
Walking into a patch of long grass, the dumb servant slowly pulled out an iron rod from his arms, and poked it into the soil. With a shake of his right palm, he heard a puffing sound, the blood-stained iron rod, It was shaken into the ground several feet below the soil, and there was no trace of it anymore!
The dumb servant pursed his dry lips, closed his eyes and thought about the process of the action, and confirmed that there was nothing missing, then he started to walk again, still hunched over, and walked slowly towards the depths of the grassland, not knowing where to go When can we go back to the Central Plains.
The Crescent Sea was completely peaceful, and no one noticed that a dumb servant had left the place where he lived for four months. The protection around the king's tent seems to be strict, but in fact it seems a little lifeless, especially those people from the Central Plains who are valued by Shan Yu, those important people who are in charge of communicating with Qingzhou City and Dingzhou City, the tents where they live are particularly dead. .
Wei Wucheng was so dazed that he couldn't speak at all, and he couldn't even move his fingers, but his teeth kept shaking and rattling. Looking at the dead people around him, he felt a sense of urgency. A coldness rose from the depths of his heart.
He is in charge of the royal court's accounts and trade, but he knows that the colleagues around him are all powerful figures from Daqi. Without the help of these people, the forces on the grassland would not have existed for more than a year. It may be a tug-of-war with Qing's iron cavalry, and he has gained so many benefits from it.
However, these people died, and they survived by themselves.
He thought of the previous scene, and fear came to his mind, making him want to scream, but he couldn't.
That shadow, that Grim Reaper, restrained himself like a ghost, and then easily and slowly slaughtered everyone in the tent, without letting anyone make a sound, or making anyone react at all.
Wei Wucheng didn't know who that person was, or why the other party didn't kill him, and chatting could save his life, which was a benefit that no one could have imagined. He just fell into endless fear, his eyes narrowed nervously, feeling that the darkness It seems that it can never be converted into light.
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Picking the moon with one finger, the fingertip is so slender and so ordinary, but it seems to contain the brilliance between heaven and earth. In an instant, it broke the wind and picked Fan Xian's throat, but at this time his fist had already hit the air, It wiped Haitang's right shoulder and blasted onto the grass, blowing up a large cloud of dirt and grass.
Taking advantage of the power of heaven and earth to do natural things, there is no school that is more powerful than Tianyi. At this time, the shadow of the moon is fading, and the vision on the grassland is blurred, but Haitang seems to be able to subtly detect the movement on the grassland with a slippery step and a shot. Every wisp of wind, every grass clipping, escaped with the utmost beauty.
Fan Xian learned Tianyi's inner sect mentality from this girl's family, but he was far from Haitang's opponent when it comes to the cultivation of Yiyi.
His eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his left finger, a small knife spun twice around his fingertips, and the tip of the sheath was thrown off. Suddenly, he realized that a Zhan Yue Ji cut towards the body a few inches away from his throat. Raise your fingertips.
Based on the cultivation level of the two of them, no matter if it is a finger or a movement, as long as they touch each other's body, the true energy will enter through the bridge, and it will severely injure the other party. So Fan Xian had to stop the finger that was too bland, so bland that he couldn't catch the trace.
However, in order to hide his identity, he does not have a sleeved crossbow on his body, and there is no black dagger in his boots. Where did this knife come from
The little knife glow was about to cut Haitang's finger, at this moment, it seemed that all movements slowed down, and this knife could be seen clearly, it was the gift that Haitang gave to the little son of Fan Xian's family earlier !
Haitang's pupils lit up more and more, and there was an inexplicable taste in this light. Her finger didn't retract, and she didn't respond in any way. She still tapped towards Fan Xian's throat, as if she didn't look at to this knife.
Fan Xian sighed inwardly, his left hand loosened slightly, and his sword suddenly retracted.
However, what was unexpected was that he didn't care about Haitang's finger pointing at his throat, but directly slapped Haitang's chest.
Fan Xian withdrew his knife, Haitang withdrew his fingers, Fan Xian lowered his palm, and Haitang withdrew. These four simple movements, but they were done so neatly, and their abandonment was so sloppy. Probably, there are only these two young men in this world. Such a wonderful sight can only be seen when people are against the enemy.
However, Fan Xian finally got the upper hand, and his palm had already landed on Haitang's chest.
Haitang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the protective palm ignored the palm at all. Instead, the fingers spread lightly, just like the autumn grass floating in the night wind on the grassland, catching Fan Xian's arm one by one. , imprisoned his right arm.
In the blink of an eye, Fan Xian and Haitang Duoduo each had a chance to kill each other, and this opportunity was even deliberately set aside by the other party, but neither of them could do it.
One word is written as heart, this is the first time the two met on the bank of the North Sea, Fan Xian used aphrodisiacs to move his heart and soul, and Haitang responded with lightness, after that, the two great figures of the younger generation in the Northern Qi Dynasty and Nanqing had a heart-to-heart battle that lasted for several years. continue.
It seems that what is moving is the hand, but what is actually moving is the heart.
Haitang bet that Fan Xian would not be able to cut through his finger, so Fan Xian abandoned the knife.
Fan Xian bet that Haitang would not be able to point at his throat, but Haitang pointed back.
Haitang bet that Fan Xian couldn't bear to slap Fan Xian's vital palm on his chest, so he bound his right arm.
I don't want to, why bother
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With a weird smile on Fan Xian's face, he looked at Haitang in front of him. Although the two of them knew that this attack would be futile in the end, he still made the move.
Haitang clasped her fingers, and sneezed out a stream of pure zhenqi, which stopped the domineering zhenqi of Fan Xian's right arm from rushing forward, and made the palm imprinted on her chest instantly useless.
Fan Xian still moved his hand, without any threat, without any real anger, he moved outside Haitang's clothes.
The place where his palm is printed is wonderful, very soft and gentle.
So this movement is very ecstasy.
Haitang was very angry, and her heart was slightly confused.
Fan Xian's left hand, which dropped the saber, brushed it up silently at the moment when the opponent's mind was slightly disturbed, and it hit Haitang's ear. With a flick of his little finger, a gold needle pierced into Haitang's ear. Acupuncture.
He wanted to tie Haitang back to the Central Plains, and he wanted to make the trap set by Ku He no longer torment the poor girl's mind, so he thought hard, and he did not hesitate to take risks to capture her.
It was this stitch.
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A generation of Tianjiao, the saint girl Haitang Duoduo of the Northern Qi Dynasty was finally defeated, defeated on this quiet grassland, and defeated by Fan Xian.
In the fourth year of Qingli, since Begonia Duoduo came out of the mountain, she has fought dozens of battles, and she has never lost a single one. Her reputation has flourished like nothing else for a while, until a poet fairy, a young master, appeared in Qing Kingdom. Since then, people in the world have been eagerly discussing, if Haitang Duoduo meets Fan Xian, who will win
Haitang met Fan Xian for the first time on the bank of the North Sea. At that time, Fan Xian was not Haitang's opponent at all. Supported by meadows. But Fan Xian was undefeated, because he relied on his shamelessness and ruthlessness to successfully force Haitang back. Did he ever remember that there is a strong spring in the North Sea.
After that, Haitang and Fan Xian did not really fight each other, but both of them knew that if it was just a martial arts contest, Fan Xian would not be Haitang's opponent. Seriously, even if Haitang could kill Fan Xian, he would have to pay a huge price.
Of course, the two became friends after that, and the whole world began to spread this scandal story. Everyone knew that it was impossible for the two to fight, and some people would inevitably be disappointed. If these disappointed people know what happened on the grassland today, they will be very excited.
Begonia Duoduo was finally defeated by Master Xiao Fan. To be precise, it was defeated by Fan Xian's further shamelessness and insidiousness.
The golden needle was trembling under Haitang's crystal-run ear, Fan Xian's finger was gently holding the needle, his face was very solemn, he kept using this thin needle to infuse true energy into Haitang's meridians, his right hand had already Get rid of Haitang's control, hurry up on the girl's body, and make sure to completely control her.
In the south of the Yangtze River, the wounds in her body were healed by Tianyi's true energy. Fan Xian knew better than anyone else the recovery ability of Tianyi's true energy. The golden needle piercing the acupuncture points could only make Haitang's body stiff for a moment. To really restrain her, it would take another If he couldn't hurt her, he could only rely on his domineering qi to forcibly seal the meridians in her body.
However... Fan Xian's fingers with the strong wind gradually slowed down, his eyes were very serious, even with a hint of sadness.
Finally he stopped his fingers, and his left hand slowly left the golden needle.
With a crisp bang, the golden needle under Haitang's ear broke inch by inch!
Such a soft golden needle pierced in the vital point under the ear was actually broken by the zhenqi in her body. What a powerful rebound it was.
With a puff, Haitang spat out a mouthful of blood, and her complexion turned pale immediately, but her pupils were still bright. She looked at Fan Xian in front of her with a sad face, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said, "I've already I hurt my internal organs, I am not your opponent, you can try to keep me."
Fan Xian was silent. He knew what happened in Haitang's body before. When he used the domineering zhenqi to forcefully seal his veins, the pure Tianyi zhenqi in Haitang's body began to fight back, even at the expense of life and death, forcibly hitting every part of his body. Point to where it fell.
If Fan Xian continued forcefully, at most it would consume a lot of zhenqi, and Haitang could be restrained, but Haitang's resolute zhenqi retrograde posture would cause her meridians to burst and she would become a cripple.
After a moment of silence, Fan Xian lowered his head and said sadly, "Even if you die...won't you follow me?"
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Haitang looked at him calmly, with blood dripping from her lips, and said slowly: "If my heart was not disturbed, how could you restrain me? If your heart was not disturbed, how could you let go A great opportunity to live with me and mess up Xihu? I don't want to die, but I know, you won't let me die."
Fan Xian was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you."
What I am grateful for is Haitang's trust in me, and what I am grateful for is that the other party knows my heart and feelings. Although the two of them have never expressed it clearly, they already know it well, just like the night on the grassland, the moon at the edge of the night, Very clear and unforgettable.
After thanking Haitang, Fan Xian looked at Haitang word by word and said, "Could it be that you really want to stay in Xihu and become an enemy with me on the battlefield?"
"I have my persistence, and you have yours, don't you?" On Haitang's ordinary face, there was an inexplicable brilliance, two points of stubbornness, three points of confidence, and five points of persistence.
Fan Xian gritted his teeth and said angrily in a low voice, "This is Ku He's arrangement. What kind of person are you? Why do you obey his arrangement honestly?"
This is what Fan Xian is most angry about. What he hates the most in this life is being controlled by those terrible old monsters. He firmly believes that life will be free, which is more important than the grassland and Northern Qi.
Haitang looked at him quietly, as if looking at a child, and said, "If I listen to you and leave the grassland, wouldn't that be obeying your arrangement?"
Fan Xian was taken aback, knowing what the other party meant.
"The grassland can't be messed up, I have to stay." Haitang looked at him and said, "I don't know what you have done in these three days, maybe it's too late for me to stop you, but I have to find a way to make the people on the grassland The unrest ceased."
Fan Xian was quiet for a while, shook his head, and said, "It's like a fire that starts a prairie fire, who can stop it?"
Haitang looked at him.
Fan Xian smiled slightly, and said, "Last night, King Zuo Xian should have been assassinated."
A look of shock flashed in Haitang's eyes. She had been on the grassland for two years, and of course she knew what kind of turmoil the death of Zuo Xianwang would bring. The grassland, which has been peaceful for more than a year, will fall into endless war again because of revenge and power struggle.
"How could you kill him?" Haitang stared into Fan Xian's eyes, biting her lower lip. The two virtuous kings on the left and right are extremely powerful on the grassland, and Shan Yu Speeda has Haitang, Northern Qi and the northern tribes with more than ten thousand cavalry. The support of these two virtuous kings was barely suppressed.
In the past two years, King Zuo Xian has always been extremely afraid of the royal court, and his defense force is extremely strong, Haitang frowned slightly, never thinking that anyone in Qing Kingdom would be able to sneak into the depths of the grassland and assassinate King Zuo Xian.
The shadow of the Overwatch Council may have this kind of strength, but he should go to the royal court to deal with Northern Qi's support for the grassland royal court.
There was a faint sound of horseshoes in the distance. It seemed that Wang Ting's cavalry who were chasing and killing Fan Xian finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes, glanced over there, and said softly, "I said three days ago that no matter whether it is Ku He or the little emperor of Northern Qi, they don't trust me. How the world will go in the future, but I must take the initiative to deal with these things in my own hands, because... I have more power than you."
He looked at Haitang and said: "Thirteen Lang went to the grassland with the caravan. When I stayed and waited for you, he went with the subordinates of King Zuo Xian who came back from the royal court... I believe in his courage and strength. Even if this number one warrior in the world can't kill King Zuo Xian, it can only be said that I am unlucky."
"Come back with me."
Haitang was silent.
Fan Xian shook his head helplessly mocking himself, and then whistled towards the endless darkness behind him. In the depths of the grassland, which had been extremely quiet until now, there was gradually the sound of hooves, and he was like a herd of wild horses, free and unrestrained.
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(In the fourth volume, Fan Xian and Haitang met for the first time. That chapter is called the prequel of the heart war. Today is the post-heart war. It is a transfer. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wish everyone a happy holiday and continue to apply for monthly tickets , There is still a gap of more than 300 votes from the front, bite again, bite again...) (, If you want to know what will happen next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support the original!)