Hearing these words, Thirteenth Wang pondered for a moment and didn't answer. Instead, he stood up, stood in front of Fan Xian, and slowly drew out the sword from his waist. Didn't Thirteenth Lang walk around the world today to experience people's hearts? The Qingban fortune teller, but a swordsman who just followed Fan Xian and refused to live alone.
Fan Xian's expression became serious, he climbed his right hand to his back, and drew out the Great Wei Tianzi Sword. The light of the sword was like autumn water, reflecting the sea water not far away, making it more rippling.
Without any warning, the sword stabbed silently a foot in front of Fan Xian's face.
This was the first time Fan Xian saw Wang Shisanlang move his sword, and he understood why Sigu Jian entrusted all his mantle to this young man. Undoubtedly, Thirteen Lang's comprehension of sword intent has reached a very high level. With a thought, the tip of the sword will come, and it seems that he has surpassed the constraints of the environment.
This is the terrifying state brought about by the tenacity of mind. Once Thirteen Lang moves the sword, there will be no distracting thoughts in his mind, only this sword.
The Son of Heaven sword in Fan Xian's hand was still pointing obliquely at the forty-five-degree sky, and he had no time to react, his face was pale, and the domineering true energy from the snow-capped mountains behind his waist exploded, and when he couldn't wait, he forcibly pulled himself up like a gull Like flapping its wings, it fluttered and slid towards the back of the beach.
One slide is fifteen feet, which is not at all the weird body skills that humans should have.
Wang Shisanlang stabbed the assassin with a sword, and the cold glow of the sword tip slowly receded, but a sword mark appeared on the beach in front of him for no reason, as if someone had passed by, and a sword had passed by.
A deep trace.
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The distance between the two was fifteen feet, and Fan Xian was still holding the Heavenly Sword tightly in his hand. He suddenly had an illusion that Thirteen Lang's seemingly straightforward sword had something similar to that of Dongyi. In the city lord's mansion, the shadow condensed the taste of a shocking sword pierced by decades of skill, heart and hatred.
He stared blankly at the silent Thirteen Lang, and said after a while, "What a domineering sword."
He realized that his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke. He presumably wanted to avoid this simple sword strike. The zhenqi in his body increased too much in a very short period of time, which shocked his lungs.
Fan Xian took a deep breath, and his pale complexion gradually returned to normal. He took a deep look at Thirteen Lang, and said, "Go forward, this is indeed your method, but you are not so fast in the past, this time as strong as
"I practiced domineering zhenqi, but I couldn't even pass the first level, but I felt the taste of this kind of kung fu." Wang Shisanlang failed to use a sword, slowly closed his eyes, and said: "I already want to It's clear, I can't chew through too much, I have a sword in my hand, why should I learn Emperor Qing's unique skills?"
The nameless technique is too domineering, especially when passing the first hurdle, the mind and body are completely separated, completely conflicted, and the feeling of being out of control is too much like madness. The reason why Fan Xian easily passed this test was because he spent the last years of his previous life in bed. He was already used to being in a vegetative state where he couldn't move his whole body and only his mind could move.
So knowing that Thirteenth Wang was not able to embark on the path of the Overbearing Kungfu, Fan Xian was not surprised, he was just surprised by Thirteenth Lang's high level of comprehension, that he was able to perceive the meaning of the Overbearing Kungfu in such a short period of time. Dangerous, and with such a high level of wisdom and judgment, he immediately stopped the search in this regard.
"If I couldn't dodge the sword just now, would you have killed me?" Fan Xian asked slightly mockingly with the corners of his lips curled up.
After a moment of silence, Wang Shisanlang shook his head. He was a little tired, so he sat down directly on the slightly wet beach. That sword seemed simple, just a basic elbow flexion, but to break out at such a fast speed, with such a decisive posture, he had consumed too much energy.
In a short period of time, Thirteen Lang could not stab the same second sword again, just like the shadow in the city lord's mansion, he could only stab Sigu sword with that sword.
Fan Xian grasped this point clearly, walked slowly towards Thirteen Lang, and said with an inexplicable emotion: "Many people say that you can't chew too much, even you have such a clear decision, but I always thought that Yeduo would not overwhelm me, am I wrong?"
A faint doubt flashed in his eyes: "The four great masters in the world, plus my blind uncle, I have mastered four of the five unique arts, and even the Ye family's Liuyun Sanshou, I have roughly mastered it." Trick."
He sat in front of Wang Shisanlang, frowned and said: "Under the world, no, it should be said that I am the only person who has learned so many unique skills from ancient times to the present, but today I am forced by your sword. Quit, what's the use of me learning so much?"
"Being able to learn so much already shows that you are the most terrifying person in the world." Thirteenth Wang is simple-minded but not a Dabao kind of person. He was extremely keenly aware of the frustration gradually rising in Fan Xian's heart. , looked into his eyes and said: "Any kind of martial art requires us to use the most focused thoughts, practice, practice and perfect it all our life, not to mention the unique skills left by the great masters... adults can master it in their twenties. In the short period of one year, it is enough to make four of them practice to the extreme, which is already jaw-dropping."
Fan Xian practiced the unique skills of the four great masters, but he had to retreat temporarily in front of Wang Shisanlang's sword. He couldn't help thinking of the realm of Sigu sword and the realm of the emperor Laozi, and felt an uncontrollable sadness in his heart.
Wang Shisanlang looked into his eyes and said softly: "Your savvy is excellent, especially the foundation is extremely solid, plus such good luck...you should be the most powerful person in the world."
"My comprehension is just a middle-of-the-road talent, especially in front of you and Haitang Duoduo." Fan Xian took a deep breath and said, "The only thing I can rely on is hard work, but manpower is sometimes poor. , Even if I work twice as hard as I do now, I still can't cut through that piece of paper."
Today's Fan Xian, in the face of Wang Shisanlang's sword from the sky, can also dodge it gracefully. In addition, he has been hiding in his sleeves and those unique skills hidden in his body, especially with his insidious Combat character, coupled with the ingenuity bestowed upon him by the Overwatch Institute...
He is confident that no matter he faces any ninth-rank powerhouse in the world, he can defeat him. Even Wang Shisanlang, or Haitang, or Langtao, Yun Zhilan, once they confronted themselves, they would definitely die in the end.
After Ye Liuyun left this world, Fan Xian was undoubtedly the second most powerful person in the world, no matter in terms of power or personal cultivation.
Wang Shisanlang also felt this from Fan Xian's seemingly easy and casual retreat before, and a faint awe-inspiring feeling arose in his heart. He looked at Fan Xian, and still couldn't figure it out. How did a young man of many years improve his cultivation to the current state.
The realms of the three young people in the world are similar now, but Fan Xian is more ruthless and means more than the two of them.
"How did you withdraw that time?" Wang Shisanlang asked him with narrowed eyes.
Fan Xian was silent for a long time without answering, just looking back at the rising and falling white waves on the sea. Having stayed in Dongyi City for a long time, the booklet left by Master Ku He has been deeply imprinted in his mind. Whenever he meditates by the sea, those words will be poured into his mind. I don't understand most of the meanings, but it is very mysterious that as long as I think about it, it seems that some very subtle factors inside and outside the body start to echo each other.
His body became lighter, his movements became faster, and the recovery speed of the true energy in his body also increased. It seems that there is really that kind of invisible and intangible vitality in the world, willing to follow his heart Want to make up for his loss.
It's just that this kind of giving up makes him feel a little palpitating. Is this the Western magic? Human beings always have fear of things that don't know the root, and what makes Fan Xian even more indifferent is that the changes that the booklet brought to him are not enough to solve too many problems, and the speed of replenishment is too slow. That level of improvement is too small...
The second in the world, it seems that it can only be the second in the world forever.
For a moment, Fan Xian even wondered if he had made a huge mistake, whether it was Master Ku He, Si Gu Jian, Ye Liuyun or His Majesty the Emperor, these top figures in the world, no matter their firm will , or the diligence in practice must be far above him, but these great masters are just practicing their own unique knowledge for a lifetime, and they have never had any distractions.
There are too many things I have learned, too many things I know, and it is too messy.
Fan Xian had a feeling that it would be easier for Shisanlang and Douduo to break through the paper than himself in the future. This was probably what Si Gujian said. Too scared, so I am looking for ways to make myself stronger at all costs.
This kind of deliberation may be inferior, but he is really afraid, he is afraid of death, he is afraid of the death of the person he cares about.
"I'm going back to Beijing in the future." A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips, and he said softly, "As long as Dongyi City is not chaotic, at least the world is still peaceful right now. Why should I worry about so many things?"
Yes, Dongyi City belonged to the territory of Qing Kingdom. Although there were some turbulences one after another, but under the suppression of Qing Kingdom's powerful military force and the cooperation of the upper echelons of Dongyi City, there was no big disturbance at all.
His Majesty still trusts Fan Xian. Chen Pingping is about to leave Beijing for retirement. Thinking of this festival, Fan Xian feels extremely comfortable standing against the sea breeze. No matter whether Uncle Wu Zhu will come back or not, he seems to be following the trend like this , I can always find a second way between myself and the emperor Laozi.
Bloodshed is not necessarily necessary.
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Bloodshed is required.
When the autumn wind began to pass through the hills behind Dongyi City, Fan Xian finally took care of most of the affairs in Dongyi City. A great turmoil was finally extinguished within the border of Xiaoliang Kingdom with the cooperation of both parties. The flame ignited by the self-immolation of the great Confucian Mr. Gu was quickly extinguished by the blood, and it did not last long.
More than 400 people died in Xiaoliang country. These bloody Dongyi people unfortunately lay in a pool of blood.
Fan Xian finished reading the general memorial, explained some matters to His Royal Highness, and then boarded the convoy leaving Dongyi City. He was going back to Kyoto to report on his duties again.
What the conquest of a country brings is the tension, busyness and killing of these expedition ministers day after day.
After the First Prince broke up with Fan Xian, he led the garrison to watch every movement in Dongyi City with cold eyes. At this moment, both he and Fan Xian felt that the general situation was settled, so they continued to toss slowly like this. Or the general trend of the world, it will be within a controllable range.
So the two brothers are in a very good mood. In the autumn season, their hearts are extremely refreshing, and all their troubles have been thrown away.
Even Fan Xian could stop thinking about Shijia Village's problems and past problems for the time being. As for the popular He Zongwei, in his eyes, he was just a clown who couldn't affect anything at all.
Today is a good day, and these days are rare good days in Fan Xian's life.
The black Overwatch Council motorcade left Dongyi City and walked slowly on the official road back to Beijing. Fan Xian was not in a hurry to return to Beijing. He took a look around at the golden, yellowish, deep yellow, and beautiful leaves of various colors. And those autumn mountains painted like oil paintings are also a rare enjoyment.
Of course, the blood along the way is still flowing. As the powerful minister of the Qing Dynasty, the owner of the sword hut, the representative figure of the invaders, and the most beloved illegitimate son of Emperor Qing. Fan Xian, who had returned to Beijing all the way, naturally became the first target of the rebels and rioters from the vassal states around Dongyi City.
It may not be appropriate to say that they are rioters, but it should be said that they are righteous men. *************** Most of the people in Dongyi City who refused to accept the surrender and bravely entered the mountains and forests to fight against the invaders of the Qing Dynasty were so-called people from the rivers and lakes. People with force are obviously more direct in maintaining their own moral principles.
I don't know how these people found out the time when Fan Xian left Dongyi City, mastered the route of the Overwatch Council convoy back to Beijing, and started to assassinate and even commit suicide attacks on the powerful ministers of the Qing Dynasty in the black carriage along the way. .
It took about 20 days to reach Yanjing, and the black convoy was attacked seven times in total. The troops from Yanjing and the black cavalry stationed at the junction did not come in to meet them, and the eldest prince only pulled out a team of thousands of people. Fan Xian, so coping with these seven major attacks was actually quite hard work.
Fan Xian no longer had any interest in enjoying the scenery, but fell into deep thought. There was no problem with his personal safety. The attacking rebels often had to retreat after dropping countless corpses, but his subordinates, especially the Western Expeditionary Army under the First Prince, also paid a lot for it.
Because of the non-stop offensive, the top-secret academy report from the capital has not arrived for three days.
Fan Xian lifted the curtain of the carriage, squinted his eyes at the west, and secretly prayed in his heart that everything is safe in the capital, and the people he cares about are safe.
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When Fan Xian was on the other side of the mountains and mountains, within the border of Qing Kingdom, there was also a long convoy moving forward on the lonely night road. This convoy was also pure black, and in the very wide carriage in the middle, There was an old man with a woolen blanket covering his knees. His eyes were a little cloudy. Looking at the road at night, he felt that the road would never end.
The former head of the Overwatch Council, who had been secretly in charge of the dark forces of the Qing Kingdom for decades, the most loyal courtier of the Qing Emperor, the most hated enemy of Qing's civilian officials, and the most feared old thief of the Northern Qi and Dongyi people, once affected the entire situation in the world The big man in my life, Mrs. Chen Pingping, has finally embarked on a journey to return to old age.
This time I left Kyoto, not to go back to my hometown to visit relatives, but to go back to my hometown to settle down. First-class merit, countless rewards, and going home to retire in the old age is a rare honor given to this old black dog by His Majesty. All civil servants in the Qing Kingdom think so.
Chen Pingping's hometown is in the east of Qing Kingdom. If you look at it on the map, it is just below Dongyi City, but it is quite far away from Danzhou and Jiaozhou. On the contrary, it is closer to Jiangnan. It is a poor area that is not very developed.
The old lonely convoy is still far away from home. On this day, the convoy just passed through Dazhou, which is a state and county that Chen Pingping must pass through when returning home.
The convoy did not notify the government along the way, lest all the officials would come out to kowtow to the old dean in fear.
However, today's Dazhou is brightly lit, and the servants in the government are busy searching for something under the severe reprimand of the superior of the Ministry of Punishment.
Chen Pingping's eyes narrowed. He didn't remember any important people in Dazhou. He opened the curtain of the car and invited an unfamiliar official beside him, and asked him a few words in a low voice.
The official's face was unfamiliar, but there was a sense of slyness in his eyes after knowing the world, and he responded with a gentle smile: "When Mr. Tisi returns to Beijing, we will be there long ago."
Chen Pingping hummed a little tiredly, but a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes. He thought of the conversation with His Majesty in the palace before leaving the capital, and he had seen the deepest thoughts in His Majesty's heart.
In this world, there is no one who knows Emperor Qing better than Chen Pingping, so his eyes are very complicated. And the strange official next to the carriage stared at the brightly lit Dazhou and at the bloody man standing out from the encirclement, his eyes became complicated after being shocked. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)