Fan Xian wanted to laugh but couldn't. The expression on his face seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow outside the temple. He stared blankly at Wang Shisanlang in front of him, and at this young friend who was calm but stubborn. With a stubborn face, he sighed deeply after a long time, and felt the chill deep in his heart.
He knew that Thirteen Lang was telling the truth, and the other party was a real person, that's why he felt the cold.
If the development of the situation in the future is different from what Fan Xian and Si Gu Jian estimated and planned, if in the eyes of the world, Fan Xian only seized the power of Dongyi City, but did not consider the interests of the people and merchants in Dongyi City, maybe it is very Saburo would really do whatever it takes to attack him.
Si Gu Jian's will, the Taiping Bank, and the disciples of Jian Hut have paid too much profit and strength for this gamble. If Fan Xian really turns his back on the water in the future, these people will be angry and hate to the bone. Without thinking, Fan Xian also knew how thrilling the sword thirteen son's crazy revenge would be.
What's more, with this close and well-connected young friend by his side, Fan Xian didn't want to fight Wang Shisanlang with his life.
Especially the frenzied revenge of Jianlu, even if it couldn't directly hurt Fan Xian who was protected by the Overwatch Council, the surprise attack of such a ninth-rank powerhouse would definitely hurt the relatives, friends, and subordinates Fan Xian cared about.
His Majesty the Emperor Qing could bear this kind of loss, because most of the time, he treated most of his relatives and subordinates as human beings, but Fan Xian couldn't. He knew that Shisanlang Wang's attitude at this time represented the disciples of Jianlu. No matter what kind of determination he made, he couldn't help but secretly become alarmed.
Fan Xian squinted his eyes, and the cold light in his eyes gradually grew, but gradually dissipated. He looked at Wang Shisanlang and said calmly, "You brothers need to clarify one thing. This is something your master asked me to do. I didn't ask him to do it, the so-called cooperation is also your unilateral idea... I don't accept any form of threat."
Thirteenth Wang was silent, knowing that Fan Xian was telling the truth.
Fan Xian stared into his eyes, and said word by word: "This is what I have always wondered about. Si Gu Jian gave me twelve swords, how can I trust your loyalty, and don't have to worry every night, you will come from behind. Stab me with a sword."
"If someone wants to stab you, I will naturally block it." Wang Shisanlang lowered his head sadly, "As long as you don't break your promise."
Fan Xian sneered and said with a slight sneer: "There is a shadow behind me, what do I need you to do? I just hate this feeling. Who am I? I am not a person who can be threatened to do things, Jianlu We must correct our attitude, if Yun Zhilan or Li Bohua don't believe me, then there is no need for us to continue talking, let's just let it go, and lead the army to talk again in a few months."
Wang Shisanlang looked up at him with some doubts and pain, and said, "You are also threatening."
"It's not rude to come and go." Fan Xian looked at him seriously and said, "I'm very troubled by your will. I don't want anyone to use you to control me."
"We don't have such extravagant hopes, but... To be honest, we don't understand the master's last order, especially the brothers who don't have much contact with you, they don't know what kind of person you are, they can't believe it at all, You will... disregard the interests of the Qing Kingdom, and think about Dongyi City's life and death."
"Believe it or not is their business, I just need them to accept it." Fan Xian stood up and patted him on the shoulder lightly, "We are friends, I don't want you to be someone standing by my side, always watching My friend in every move."
"Friends should trust each other and support each other, regardless of the reason." Fan Xian looked at Wang Shisanlang and said seriously: "You are the attitude that Si Gu Jian showed to me, and it is also the attitude that I show to Si Gu Jian, because you, I This kind of trust can only be established with Si Gu Jian, but I hope that from now on, you will learn to have your own attitude... People must live for themselves. There are enough people, your temperament is not suitable for this kind of thing."
"Are you suitable?" Wang Shisanlang asked quietly after understanding his words.
"I have no other choice. I was forced to go to Liangshan." Fan Xian's lips were bitter, his heart was miserable, the corners of his lips curled up, and he looked out of the quiet room and sang, "Look at the dark hole over there, but it's that thief's lair? ? But a real thief? Am I a thief? I don’t want to catch up, and I don’t want to kill them all.”
Wang Shisanlang looked at him quietly, and suddenly said: "In this world, who else can force you to do this?"
Fan Xian was silent for a long time, and then said: "I don't know, maybe fundamentally, it's just me wanting to do this."
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Regarding His Majesty's matter, Fan Xian had already thought deeply about it. Just as he had said to his father, before Uncle Wu Zhu came back, he did not want to turn against His Majesty, and he had no reason to turn against His Majesty. Although there was such a tragedy decades ago, as a soul wandering in this world, even if he wants to avenge that woman, he will always hesitate when facing his physical father.
And His Majesty the Emperor is still so powerful, so powerful that he is completely invincible.
Fan Xian just wanted to make this world a little more gentle and more in line with what he had in mind. This was probably the first thing all traversers wanted to do when they came to another completely different world.
He didn't know that Ye Tao did it, Wu Anguo did it, even Ye Qingmei did it, probably only Shi Yue didn't do it.
In fact, this is just the fate of the time traveler, or the fate of an excellent time traveler. Playboys can never live forever, and enjoyment can never satisfy spiritual needs. Human instincts to explore and control will be forced to go in that direction, but Anyone with enough power and strength will try to use the power in their hands to change something.
It takes the old monk's determination to walk in the night for a lifetime in Jinyi, but even the old monk can't help but ask Shakespeare when he is dying.
That's why a person like Fan Xian, when he is in a certain position in this world, always puts on beautiful clothes, stands under the sun, and does what he wants to do according to his own ideas.
For this world, it may not be a good choice, but at least it is what he thinks is a good choice. History is just a dough that is kneaded by the strong, but the strong think it is best to knead it into a delicate little girl, while some think it should be kneaded into a big noodle knife and chopped in a lively market .
Who is right and who is wrong, I leave it to history to judge. Anyway, before history draws conclusions, the strong have already turned into bones, and they have to do it. This is thorough enough, refreshing enough, and worthy enough.
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Fan Xian fulfilled his second life, and at the end of the spring of the tenth year of Qingli, he finally climbed to the peak he could reach. At this time, the young official of the Qing Kingdom has power in his hands, the Overwatch Council has great power, and he has money. Most of the money in the world is under his faint control, and he has a reputation. .
The most important thing is that he has deeds. When white smoke rises all over Dongyi City, and white soul-calling banners flutter in the thick evening spring breeze, Sigu Jian's funeral is about to take place, and the negotiations between Nanqing and Dongyi City have also ended, and the general situation of the world Fundamental changes have finally taken place, and from today onwards, the appearance of the territory has become strange.
Dongyi City was finally attached to the mighty Qing Kingdom in name, and the entire continent, except for the green in the west and the silent country in the north, surrendered to Qing's iron hoof.
Moreover, the Qing Kingdom achieved this goal without sending a single soldier. It was Fan Xian who made all of this happen. His reputation reached the peak of history at this moment, and what he did will definitely be recorded in the history books.
Fan Xian stood calmly at the door of the Jianhu, Wang Shisanlang stood behind him, the other eleven Jianhu disciples also stood quietly not far away, and the Qing Kingdom Mission stood on the other side of him, The spy swordsmen of the Overwatch Council did not show their bodies, and watched everything around them vigilantly from all directions.
Today is the opening ceremony of Jianlu in the tenth year of Qingli. Originally, this ceremony had already been held long ago, but Si Gujian has been seriously ill and dying. In addition, Jianlu has a big event to announce to the world today, so many important people from all over the world have been invited. characters.
There are too many people here today, and there are too many people, and recently, among the small princes and small countries around Dongyi City and some market places in the city, some uneasy factors are fermenting, and even rebels have appeared in several places, so as the representative of the invaders Fan Xian, a character, naturally became the top priority of the protection work.
But Dongyi City was not really worried about Fan Xian's safety, because the person who wanted to kill Fan Xian in this place should not have been born yet.
Of course, this judgment excludes the only great master in the world today, His Majesty the Emperor Qing. After all, everyone thinks that Emperor Qing would not suddenly come madly and assassinate his illegitimate son who had just made great achievements.
No one dared to stand side by side with Fan Xian. Today's weather was aurora, the spring was bright and the sun was shining brightly, and there was a little bit of heat.
Thirteenth Wang was the one closest to Fan Xian, half a step behind Fan Xian.
Fan Xian's face was calm, and he greeted the big businessmen from all over the world. At the same time, as a half-master, he took over the missions from Nanqing and Northern Qi. The suppressed joy, but the faces of the Northern Qi officials were extremely ugly.
A large shed has been set up in the open space at the entrance of the Sword Cottage, with countless white paper flowers and curtains hanging on it. It doesn't look festive, and it doesn't match the opening ceremony and the declaration of obedience in name.
Fan Xian didn't care about this. The officials of the Ministry of Rituals of the Qing Dynasty felt a little displeased, but they didn't dare to express anything, because everyone knew that the opening ceremony should actually be Si Gujian's funeral, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites did not want to be here. At such a critical moment, those strong men in the sword hut were angered.
The sun slowly moved up to the middle of the sky, and the air gradually became hotter. Fortunately, Dongyi City was on the shore of the East China Sea, and the sea breeze was blowing day and night, which was bearable. In addition, the greenhouse covered most of the blazing sunlight, and the guests from all over the world who came to watch the ceremony did not complain too much except to wipe off their sweat.
Suddenly, firecrackers sounded outside the sword hut. I don't know how many firecrackers exploded at this moment. The paper scraps were shaken high, and the smoke began to fill.
It seems that this is a signal. In the entire huge Dongyi City, at the door of every business and every house, firecrackers that have been prepared are lit at the same time. The brothel also changed the lanterns to white, and set off firecrackers in front of the building.
The girls had already changed into plain clothes, and looked in the direction of the sword cottage with a trace of anxiety and confusion.
The merchants and ordinary people stood under the white spirit-calling banners at the door of their houses, watching the whip bubbles explode into pieces in front of them.
The baby in the woman's arms was woken up by the sound of loud firecrackers going off from all directions in Dongyi city, regardless of north or south, or east or west, and cried loudly.
The entire Dongyi City was filled with the sound of whipping and weeping, and the slightly harsh smell of Liuhuang enveloped the entire city along with the smoke.
The whip is like a person's life, and the smoke is like a soul that is gradually leaving.
Fan Xian watched this scene quietly, and suddenly thought of the burst of firecrackers that he heard outside the capital of Northern Qi many years ago. He secretly thought, whether it is Master Zhuang or Sigu Jian, in fact, for these ordinary people, , all equally sublime.
Under the shed outside Jian Hut, everyone knelt down towards the big black coffin amidst Yun Zhilan's voice.
Fan Xian also knelt down, and then heard Si Gu Jian's death announced by Yun Zhilan on his behalf.
Unsurprisingly, when Si Gu Jian was dying, he finally forgave Yun Zhilan's betrayal, and ordered him to take over the position of the city lord of Dongyi City. Yun Zhilan has always been in charge of the common affairs of Jianlu and is proficient in world affairs. If he takes over as the city lord, with the unhappiness in his heart, he will definitely be able to form a relatively complete restriction with the Nanqing people who came to accept Dongyi City.
Fan Xian didn't care about this, he listened silently, he just thought that Sigu Jian had to pass the sword house to Thirteen Lang, then he could take advantage of the intimacy between the two to truly control the terrible Twelve a sword.
Just as he was thinking, he heard Yun Zhilan's last words, and his eyes narrowed involuntarily.
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"Fan Xian's mother is from Dongyi, and my father taught me sword skills. She is really talented, so I ordered him to preside over... Opening the hut."
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