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"I don't understand how you can hold on." At this time, there was no one else in the room in the Sword Hut, and it was very quiet. Fan Xian sat on the chair beside the bed, and whispered to the skinny old man on the bed: " You have worked so hard, why bother?"
Fan Xian was still a bit jealous of this great master, otherwise, with his bitter nature under his gentle face, what he said at this time should be even more ugly. It's just that even though the Sigu sword was exhausted, he was still very afraid that the skinny old man on the bed would suddenly turn into a big sword, and then slash towards him violently.
Si Gu Jian was lying on the bed, looking up blankly. Although his breathing was not sharp, it was extremely deep. It sounded like a broken bellows, giving people the feeling that the flame in the furnace was about to go out all the time.
This is exactly what Fan Xian was puzzled by. Back then on Dadong Mountain, Si Gu Jiansheng received Ye Liuyun's free hand, His Majesty's majestic punch, and his life was wiped out early, but he didn't know what method he used to be able to survive for three days. years long.
It's just that a month ago, after being stabbed in two places by the sword of the shadow wind and thunder, the grand master finally couldn't stand it anymore, the true energy in his meridians was completely dissipated, and he became a dead wood on the bed. Fan Xian could clearly perceive the pain and price that Si Gu Jian had paid for forcibly prolonging his life, so he didn't quite understand why the other party was still relying on the spirit in his body, since he was living so hard and the agreement had been reached now. Pure life-saving qi, dragging on
Si Gu Jian's body was already extremely skinny. During this month's battle with Netherworld, he suffered a lot of wear and tear. He lost nearly 20 catties. His skin and flesh were completely dry, and his skin was almost sticking to his bones. He looked very terrifying.
The sound of ho ho sounded from the bed, as if laughing. Si Gu Jian said in a hoarse voice, "Life and death are unreasonable. I don't want to die yet, so I want to live."
Fan Xian looked at him quietly, and after confirming that the other party was in a quadriplegic state, he couldn't help but sighed, stood up, and said, "According to theory, your disciples have hurt me many times back then. Among the one hundred tiger guards killed on Dadong Mountain, many of them were my trusted subordinates who I wanted to protect, but I don’t know why, seeing you are about to die, I don’t have much pleasure in getting revenge.”
"Because... you... know, those tiger guards were killed by your emperor Lao Tzu with my sword." Si Gu Jian's breathing gradually calmed down, and his speech gradually became more stable. It is difficult to condense the sword glow that was so prosperous in the world back then, a little indifferent and a little lax.
After Pausing for a moment, Fan Xian asked respectfully, "I really want to know how you have survived these past few years."
Si Gu Jian remained silent. Fan Xian stepped forward, stood by the bed and gently lifted his quilt, and very carefully pulled off the soft light clothes covering Grand Master's body. Looking at the big wound on his chest and abdomen, he didn't speak for a long time.
This was a very rude and disrespectful gesture. At this time, no one else in the Jianhu room saw it, but Fan Xian still felt that his gesture was very rude and inappropriate, so he just glanced twice. Then very carefully pulled the clothes on Si Gu Jian's body.
The great master who was dying could only let Fan Xian look at it as if he was examining a dead body. Presumably Si Gu Jian should feel angry in his heart, but it was strange that Si Gu Jian's eyes did not change at all, he just looked at the beam above his head , I don't know what I'm thinking.
Fan Xian sat back in his chair and began to think about the wound he saw earlier in his mind. The reason why he is interested in Si Gu Jian's wound is because he really doesn't know how this great master prolongs his life for three years, because he knows that the real cause of Si Gu Jian's death is that His Majesty the Emperor bombarded him that punch.
Even if he is a grand master, how could he survive if his abdominal meridian is completely shattered and his internal organs are completely rotten
In the City Lord's Mansion, when the shadow assassinated Si Gu Jian, Fan Xian once caught a glimpse and saw the strange wound on the abdomen of the Great Master.
The wound was glowing with a terrifying blue color, and this green light was a color Fan Xian was very familiar with, a very poisonous color. Fan Xian sat on the chair, was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "How long has Mr. Fei been in Dongyi City?"
Si Gu Jian laughed with difficulty, and said softly after a while: "Actually, you are smarter than you think."
Fan Xian sat on the chair dully, and said, "Using the poison to cut off the meridians, to stiffen and rot the flesh and blood, this kind of mysterious method of using poison, not everyone can do it."
He sighed, rubbed his temples lightly and said: "I heard this kind of realm once when I was a child, but I never thought that someone could really achieve it. The three masters who used poison in the world, Xiao En is dead. I know that the one in Dongyi City was blown out by you... Although he is of a certain level, there are people who can really use poison to make you live a few more years, except for Mr. Fei. who."
"And what he has been telling me is that he wants to go to sea. If he doesn't go from Quanzhou, he has to go from Dongyi City." Fan Xian said softly, as if talking to himself: "He cured you back then, and now he will come again." It's not too unexpected to cure you once."
"En." Si Gu Jian's body was frozen on the bed at this time, unable to move at all, and he said indifferently: "Fei Jie stayed in the sword hut for a year and a half, and then went to sea."
A feeling of bewilderment suddenly appeared in Fan Xian's heart. When he saw Si Gu Jian's injury in the City Lord's Mansion, he was already suspicious. He thought that Mr. Fei Jie was still quietly hiding in the sword hut, but he did not expect that Mr. Fei Jie had already left .
He was reborn into this world. Apart from his grandmother and Uncle Wuzhu, Mr. Fei Jie was the first elder he met, the first person who loved him wholeheartedly. The time they stayed together was not long, but the two of them, the master and the apprentice, were extremely close, a kind of closeness forged with corpses and poison.
Mr. Fei Jie really went to sea, and he was afraid that he would never return to this continent again in this life. Fan Xian suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and a little sadness welled up, thinking that his father, Chen Pingping, or even the emperor Lao Tzu might be in the future. Everyone will leave me one by one, and I will be left alone in this world. This is really an unbearable sadness.
"Fei Jie and Ye Liuyun went out to sea together." Si Gu Jian revealed another secret.
Fan Xian was silent for a long time. After Dadongshan, Ye Liuyun had only been recovering from his injuries for two months, and it was the same as in the previous decades. No one knew about him anymore, not even Ye Zhong and Ye Linger. . It's just that Qingmin's subjects are used to the great master's life like a wild crane, and no one cares too much.
go to sea? To a new continent? Fan Xian couldn't help but smiled wryly: "The big guys walk quite simply."
"Ye Liuyun was stabbed by me on the mountain, and he will never be able to return to his original level." Si Gujian lay on the bed, speaking very calmly, without any pride or violence, "Fei Jie went out to sea with him. Take care of his injuries, Ye Liuyun's hands can protect Fei Jie, these two old things are living in style."
Fan Xian stood up, looked at him after a moment of silence, and said, "The negotiations between Daqing and Dongyi City are still going on, and you know that this matter cannot be settled in a very short time. The princes and nobles will definitely backlash, you are going to die soon, and you can't control these problems, then I may use some poisonous hands."
"This has nothing to do with me." Si Gu Jian's thin body was buried under the quilt, looking pitiful, "You tell me this, cough... cough... are you going to leave?"
"I want to go back to Beijing for a while, and then come back to deal with the follow-up matters." Fan Xian nodded and walked out of the house. When his footsteps suddenly stepped on the threshold, he suddenly said, "Where did Chen Pingping let Fei Jie go?" What did I bring you?"
Si Gu Jian seemed to be asleep and didn't answer at all.
Fan Xian turned around at the threshold, his eyes full of worry, and continued to ask: "Ku He wants to delay Chen Pingping's life, and Chen Pingping wants to delay your life, you old guys, why do you suffer so much? Sometimes , I really can't believe that the old dean would choose such a path, it's too inconsistent with his aesthetic concept."
"I'm also very surprised." Si Gu Jian laughed ugly, "That old black dog has always been loyal to Emperor Qing, why did he help me save my life? Isn't he afraid of me killing the Hanging Temple? "
Fan Xian didn't speak out, thinking dimly in his heart that what the old cripple was thinking was just taking advantage of human nature, what a miserable and painful plan this was.
"Before the capital rebellion three years ago, the dean was poisoned." Fan Xian suddenly lowered his head and said, "That man is from your Dongyi city."
After saying this, he walked out of the room, out of this lifeless room full of killing intent. He stood next to the big pit in the middle of the sword hut, looked up at the sky, and remained silent for a long time without speaking. At this time, white clouds were floating in the sky, and the round and bright sun was at the end of the long cloud, which looked like a burning pen, drawing dazzling pictures on the blue sky.
Burning itself and illuminating others, the universe is inherently dark, but it cannot tolerate any darkness in its eyes, desperately burning the fuel at the beginning of time, trying to illuminate all the darkness hidden behind the stars.
Fan Xian stood beside the sword pit, took a deep breath, and the two big circles in his body slowly circulated. The true energy of Tianyi protected his heart, and raised his domineering true art to the extreme state , the zhenqi in his body was full, stirring his clothes to rattle in the windless environment.
The seemingly endless zhenqi was sent along his arms, towards his steady palm, and was slowly released.
Not everyone knows this kind of true qi movement method. It was a useless method that Fan Xian came up with to climb the cliff. It's just that he has practiced for twenty years, and he is already very proficient. It is very natural to release the true energy and move according to the will. It was an interesting idea back then, who would have thought that it would have such an effect many years later.
Fan Xian stood beside the sword mound, his arms spread out in both directions.
The countless sword branches in the pit began to jingle, as if feeling the inspiration of this true energy, they kept trembling.
A simple sword, the first one could not withstand this force, the tip of the sword screamed, and broke free from the loess at the bottom of the Jianlu pit, as well as the rotten papers and garbage thrown in by Sigujian, and flew up and flew into the into Fan Xian's hands.
Fan Xian quietly looked at the sword in his hand, and compared it with the Great Wei Tianzi Sword he used to use, and found that it was indeed not inconspicuous at all. He couldn't help but smiled bitterly, and said, "It's also fate."
On the bed in the darkness of the room, the dying Grandmaster Si Gu Jian smiled and said to himself: "It still doesn't work."
Fan Xian looked at the sword in his hand and sighed, "There's still a long way to go."
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In the darkness, the three carriages headed towards the west at the fastest speed. This convoy carried distinguished guests from the Qing Kingdom. Under the current situation, no one dared to stop them within the territory controlled by Dongyi City. These wagons came for the inspection, so the convoy was extremely fast.
What's more, the color of these carriages is black.
Mu Feng'er carefully poured a basin of hot water and placed it in front of Mr. Tisi, for fear that he would spill the water when the carriage was moving.
Fan Xian's daily life can be considered extravagant, and he doesn't know where these Overwatch Council officials get their hot water. He picked up a hot towel from the basin, wiped his tired face vigorously, and asked, "Is there any news from Kyoto?"
"Everything is as usual." Mu Feng'er glanced at the adult and replied softly. In fact, he didn't know why Lord Tisi was in such a hurry to return to the capital. Although the negotiation with Dongyi City was really troublesome, and the Lord also needed to return to Beijing to leave the details of the negotiation to His Majesty, why did he waste time? so nervous? He even had to take the risk of driving at night. Fortunately, there were no mountain roads near Dongyi City. Otherwise, if the car overturned, who would be able to bear the responsibility? I'm afraid His Majesty the Emperor would kill all the officials of the Overwatch Council accompanying him.
Hearing Mu Feng'er's answer, Fan Xian relaxed a lot. Now is the tenth year of Qingli, and it has been five or six years since he officially entered the Overwatch Council. More precisely, since the day he was born, he has been trained by Chen Pingping to prepare for taking over the Overwatch Council. When he was young, apart from studying poison with Mr. Fei Jie, he spent most of his time studying the regulations and organizational planning of the Overwatch Council. Today, Fan Xian has firmly grasped the terrifying institution of the Overwatch Council, and has his own judgment on the loyalty and ability of his subordinates.
The black carriage moved forward silently in the dark night. Although the oil lamp inside the carriage was protected from wind and shake, the light was still a little fluctuating. Fan Xian rubbed his sore eyes, looked up, and suddenly said calmly, "Xiao Feng'er, you are Mu Tie's distant nephew, right?"
Mu Feng'er was taken aback, thinking that you already knew about this matter, but still respectfully replied: "It's the uncle of the subordinate, but... it doesn't come from three generations."
"If someone wanted to kill Mu Tie, what would you do?"
Mu Feng'er was startled, and stared at Fan Xian blankly, unable to say a word for a while.
Fan Xian smiled and said, "Just to give an example, how about this, if Mu Tie has a grudge against me, he wants to use his own death to arouse your hatred for me... Will you kill me because of it? "
Mu Feng'er shook her head repeatedly, not daring to say a word.
Fan Xian shook his head boredly, sighed, then lowered his head again, wondering how could there be such a stubborn person in this world
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When Fan Xian walked in the dark and returned to the capital to explain the Dongyi matter to His Majesty in detail, the Northern Qi Emperor His Majesty had already returned to the quiet Shangjing City, and the black and blue eaves of the palace were still so beautiful. Although she had been away from the palace for a while, under the strong suppression of the Queen Mother and the cooperation of trusted officials in the court, no one noticed anything unusual.
In comparison, the Northern Qi royal family, which was always considered by the Nanqing court to be at odds with their mother and son, was actually united like a single iron plate, much clearer than the Nanqing side.
The Emperor of Northern Qi stared blankly at the dark night outside the palace, then glanced back at the beautiful woman behind him who was reading a book, and suddenly asked, "You and Fan Xian only stayed in the room for half an hour. Said that you are full of spring and can't restrain yourself?"
Since returning to the palace, although the little emperor's love for Concubine Li has not weakened, the bitterness in his speech can't be stopped. Si Lili grew up with her since she was a child, so of course he knew what kind of temperament she was. He endured it for half a month without explaining, but today he said with a smile, "Your Majesty, I know you are jealous. You don't need to be so obvious." Show it."
When Fan Xian said those words that day, the little emperor's expression turned ugly. Today, after hearing what Si Lili said, she couldn't help but snort coldly.
Si Lili stood up, walked behind her, leaned his cheek on her thin shoulders, wrapped his arms around her, gently stroked her lower abdomen, and said with a breath, "Fan Xian's words are very simple. If you have , of course I can only have it, no matter which one of us has it, we must tell him that he is a father."
The little emperor fell silent, and suddenly said: "I don't know how happy that little boy is in Dongyi City."
Si Lili didn't answer this question, but was just thinking that Mr. Fan is the most handsome man in the world, but if so many troubles are caused, if he is caught in the middle, he will become the most distressed man in the world.
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The most distressed man in the world finally rushed back to the capital with great pains. The black carriage passed the double inspection of the Kyoto defense and the thirteen city gate divisions very quickly, and arrived at the gate of the imperial palace.
Fan Xian took a deep breath and jumped out of the car. He didn't look at the officials who surrounded him with joyful faces. He just thought in his heart that this time he entered the palace to ask His Majesty for an official, and he would definitely get it! (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)