Fan Xian frowned. He looked at the person in the shadow, and after a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Why are you so happy? Although we rarely see each other, we're really not used to it."
The swordsman in the shadow bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "I have always been such a frivolous person, please forgive me, Mr. Fan."
"Frivolous?" Fan Xian frowned and said, "It's no wonder that you were so troubled by being playful back then, and the palace appointed you to be expelled."
The swordsman's face turned serious, and he said seriously: "It's all thanks to Lord Shangshu that I can live to this day."
Fan Xian didn't say anything more, but thought of something else, someone else.
In the Battle of Dadongshan, more than a hundred tiger guards were all killed. His Majesty the Emperor used the sword in Sigu Jian's hand to cleanse the tiger guards in an extremely cold-blooded and merciless manner, and wiped out Fan Jian's greatest support in the royal family. It is precisely because of this His attitude and determination forced Fan Jian to withdraw from the dangerous place of Kyoto ahead of schedule.
However, Fan Shangshu grew up with His Majesty the Emperor since he was a child, and he has been in the court for many years, and even secretly trained the Tiger Guards for the Li royal family for so long, so naturally he kept some hidden hands.
The swordsman in black in front of Fan Xian was one of them. This black-clothed swordsman used to be a member of the Tiger Guards, but later feigned death and became Fan Jian's direct subordinate in the dark. He secretly did some shady things for Fan's mansion, including surveillance. Tentacles protruding from the palace.
During the Kyoto Rebellion, Fan Xian took great risks to attack Qing Yutang. Fan Jian watched coldly from behind him and cleaned up the mess for him. At that time, it was the dark forces of the Fan Mansion headed by the swordsmen in black who attacked. It wasn't until that day that Fan Xian really came into contact with his father's last batch of strength.
"You also know what happened on Mount Dadong." Fan Xian looked at the swordsman and asked, "How many Tiger Guards are still alive in this world?"
"Master Shang Shu has twenty-one of them." The black-clothed swordsman said with a smile, "If the great masters are all dead, we still have some use."
In the past, Fan Xian only dealt with the seven dull-faced tiger guards of Gundam, but for a while he was really not used to the tone of this black-clothed swordsman, so he said with a wry smile: "Leave this aside, let's talk about the previous incident, suddenly To raise so much money, isn't father worried that someone in the court will guess something?"
The swordsman in black didn't answer this question, but just like him, he asked with a soft smile: "The young master seems to have grown a lot more courageous recently, the Lord Shangshu sent the news, and you really started to transfer the money, even at the expense of asking your grandson for money." The Xiong family and the Xiong family stretched out their hands, don't you... you are not afraid that the court will notice something?"
As soon as this remark came out, Fan Xian fell into silence, and the swordsman in black did not continue to ask questions. During the three years after the Kyoto Rebellion, Fan Xian's career in Yuchang was carried out in the dark. He did it very carelessly, not seeking merit, but seeking seamlessness. The progress was really too slow.
But Fan Xian had no choice but to do so, and his father, who was far away in Danzhou, seemed to agree with his caution—after all, His Majesty is the Emperor, and no one dares to take the risk of provoking anything. Could be a bloodbath scene.
It's just that today, it seems that the father and son Fan Xian and Fan Jian have started to speed up their pace at the same time. Fan Xian knew in his heart that the reason why his father quickened his pace was because he knew that his heart was gradually drifting in that direction.
The next words of the swordsman in black also confirmed Fan Xian's guess.
"If the young master wants to do something in the future, don't forget me." The black-clothed swordsman said with a smile: "I am also very interested in entering the palace."
The corners of Fan Xian's lips curled slightly, and he said, "I'm very interested, are you planning to avenge your own family, or those colleagues who died on Dadongshan?"
"Is there any difference?"
"There is really no difference. For you, and for those tiger guards hiding in the dark, His Majesty the Emperor has never regarded you as a human being. It is also normal that you do not treat him as a monarch." Fan Xian Slightly lowering his eyes, he said softly: "But the problem is, if you say this in front of me, aren't you afraid that I will really kill you? You should be very clear about the relationship between His Majesty the Emperor and me."
The swordsman in black said calmly: "I know more about the relationship between you and Master Shangshu."
"It's very contradictory." Fan Xian sighed with a smile, and said, "You are a group of powerful swordsmen, but you are also a group of very dangerous people. Even I don't know if I can control you, so I I think it's better for you to stay with your father, including the dark tiger guards beside you, and don't try to get involved in my affairs."
A hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the swordsman in black.
"Father can control you, and I want to take everything into my own hands, so I can't use you." Fan Xian gradually suppressed his smile, and said calmly: "I have my own power. There is only one thing, you must ensure the safety of your father, as long as you do this, so that I don't have to worry about the future, I may be able to achieve the goals of you and your brothers."
The swordsman in black fell silent.
The silence lasted for a long time. Fan Xian took a sip of the cold tea beside him, subconsciously stretched his legs, and sat on the chair with his knees hugged. This posture was not very beautiful, but it gave him a sense of security.
It was at this moment that he thought of the second prince. Looking at the black-clothed swordsman in front of him, he thought of Gundam again, and the innocent people who died because of His Majesty's plot. He even thought of Chen Pingping, who cut Qin Heng's throat in front of the Imperial Palace in Kyoto. Jing Ge.
I haven't seen Jing Ge for some days. A gleam of light flashed in Fan Xian's eyes, thinking that Chen Pingping had done so many things in secret, pulling many people from the brink of death, and her father had actually been doing similar things in secret all these years.
These two old comrades-in-arms didn't pass the breath very much, but the methods they chose were very similar. They probably all knew that only people who have truly experienced life and death have the courage to stand in this world and resist everything imposed on them. body pressure. Only those who have survived the catastrophe of life and death can still stand upright bravely and even proudly under the radiance of imperial power.
This is probably what Si Gu Jian said about the problem of will, and it has nothing to do with the level of one's own cultivation. Only this kind of people can do real big things, such as the black-clothed swordsman in front of him, such as Jing Ge wearing a silver mask .
"Go back and say, I will solve the money problem as soon as possible, but it is extremely difficult to turn the paper in the bank into the nutrients needed by fish intestines." Fan Xian looked at the black-clothed swordsman and said cautiously : "I am worried that I have the eyeliner in the palace by my side, so this time when I come to Weizhou, I will look for Guan Meimei as a shadow. If the inner court, the Ministry of punishment, or the Metropolitan Procuratorate detects something, they will only be suspicious of this level." , so you have to be careful, don't be targeted by others."
"The problem is that you came to see Guan Yumei, young master, to raise money for Yuchang." The black-clothed swordsman frowned rarely, "What if the other party investigates from here?"
"You and I are like the other side of the cliff. We are always in one-way contact. Even if someone wants to check, at most they will find me, and they can't go any further. As for the flow of money, the first part of the process in the account is natural. There is an old household official whose father stayed in Jiangnan to handle it. As for the latter part of the conversion..." Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, as if he also felt that this matter was a little difficult, and said slowly: "I can handle part of it, and then I will look at Dongyi City. How about the side, if there are foreign imports, it should be able to speed up the speed a lot."
"Then I'll go." Although the black-clothed swordsman felt that Fan Xian hadn't finished what he should have said, he also knew that he had to go, so he bowed his hands and said, "It's just that in the past three years, I've always had something that I'm very curious about." .”
Fan Xian looked up at him, smiled and said, "What's the matter?"
"Why is it called fish intestine?"
After a long silence, Fan Xian said: "The fish gut is a sword, a sword used by a man named Zhuan Zhu, and it is a sword hidden in the belly of the fish. This sword may be hidden in the belly of the fish forever. , will never see the light of day, but once it breaks out, it will surely stab someone's chest."
"You are a fish intestine, Jing Ge used to be a fish intestine, and the shadow beside me is also a fish intestine." Fan Xian said with a smile: "It's just that you have all begun to see the light of day, only my fish The intestines have to be hidden."
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Fan Xian stayed in Weizhou for one night, and discussed with Guan Yumei about the matter of collecting money. Xia Qifei was in Suzhou at this time, and he couldn't make it anyway, so he had to remind the newcomer through Guan Yumei's mouth. Master of the Ming family, this matter has a lot to do with it. The next day, representatives sent by the Xiong family in Lingnan and the Sun family in Quanzhou arrived in Weizhou. Fan Xian just looked around in the dark and confirmed the possible attitudes of these two wealthy businessmen, and then he was relieved. Come.
The excuses given by Xinming's family are indeed very solid. Although there is no news from the north, the Sun and Xiong's family will never believe that Xia Qifei will deceive himself in this matter, because this kind of deception will not do any good.
In fact, the key to mutual lending between merchants is to consider the repayment ability of the other party. From the perspective of Sun Xiong and his family, even if the Northern Qi court began to vigorously crack down on the smuggling of the Ming family in the north because of the incident in Dongyi City, the Ming family is now behind Master Xiao Fan, who has a steady stream of goods in the internal warehouse as a guarantee , It is still a golden nest, no matter what, it is impossible to have no money.
After confirming that the money could arrive in the account, Fan Xian secretly asked Guan Yumei to inform Xia Qifei to have a banquet in Huayuan for Yang Jimei, the number one salt merchant in the south of the Yangtze River. It is estimated that the difficulty of borrowing money will not be too great.
If Yang Jimei can't raise money alone, he will naturally mobilize the salt merchants in Jiangnan to help. It has to be said that Fan Xian has spent two or three years in Jiangnan alone, and he has indeed laid an incomparably solid foundation. As long as he does not touch the foundation of the imperial court on the surface, he is fully capable of gathering the strength of the Jiangnan shopping mall. And this amount of power is really frightening. Not everyone can raise so much money in a short period of time.
These things took Fan Xian a whole day. At dusk, he left Weizhou City and disappeared into the color of blood. From this day on, not only his subordinates in Jiangnan didn't know where he was going. Wherever he went, even the confidantes of the Overwatch Council and the Qi Nian team had completely lost track of him.
A young Ninth-Rank expert who had spent his whole life immersed in the Overwatch Council deliberately disguised himself on the road, fully capable of avoiding everyone's gaze. Just like that, Fan Xian disappeared.
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I don't know how many days have passed, when the spring feeling in the interior of the mainland has reached an unbelievable level, a dusty figure appeared outside a large mountain depression at the junction of Northern Qi and Dongyi City.
This place is very remote, but the traffic is not so backward, because this is a transit point of the old commercial road many years ago, but it has been abandoned for a long time, and it has long since disappeared from the map and disappeared from the hearts of many people.
Seen from the outside of the mountain, the place is very quiet. Occasionally, dogs bark and chickens crow, and there are farmers walking on the street. At this time, the night is getting deeper, but the occasional farmers seem to be able to see their feet clearly without a light at all. Slightly wet and muddy field ridges.
The figure quietly passed these farmers and walked towards the mountains.
The road leading into the mountains looks winding, like a fish intestine winding around. The dusty figure kept walking towards the mountain for an unknown amount of time, dew dripped from his clothes, and the dry branches were broken by his cloth shoes, and he finally climbed halfway up the mountain. Originally, there was still a barren mountain village in front of me, but when I turned my head, I saw lights lit up, manors all over the mountain, countless buildings with a fresh taste, like miracles, appearing in the valley.
The figure dropped the bamboo stick in his hand, looked at the lights in the mountain belly under his feet, and for some reason, felt so moved that his eyes almost became moist.
Because he knew that this scene hidden behind the farm and in the peach blossom garden had consumed so much of his spiritual money, and how many people had worked hard for it.
Just like the farmers he had met before the mountains. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)