The vast expanse of white land is so clean, the whole world is full of melting snow, I don’t know how deep it is, the snow field reaches the sky, I don’t know how wide it is, but at the other end of the skyline, a very high snow peak is abruptly pulled up, going straight into the sky. Among the clouds, it is like a sword pierced upside down into the sky. This snow-capped mountain is so high that it is amazing to see, and people are afraid and dare not get close to it.
Fan Xian lowered his head and found that his naked feet were stepping on the snow, but strangely he didn't feel the ice pain, but he could clearly feel the touch brought by each snowflake. He felt a little surprised and squinted. He squinted his eyes towards the high mountain directly in front of the snow field, but his eyes were hurt by the light reflected from the ice and snow on the mountain wall.
The sky and the earth were very bright, like nine suns above the snow clouds. Fan Xian didn't know how long he had walked in this snow field, five days? six days? I haven't slept all the time, but this day has never been dark, it seems that there is no difference between day and night in this ghost place.
"When I came last time, it was always night at the beginning, and then it became day when the sky opened up."
A voice rang in Fan Xian's ears. He turned his head and saw a face he hadn't seen for a long time. There was an unhealthy blush on that old face. He knew at a glance that he had taken ephedra pills. After-effects. Fan Xian tilted his head, looked at Sean strangely, and thought, aren't you dead? How could it appear in front of my eyes again, and still be able to speak so clearly
He felt a little strange, but subconsciously there was a kind of spiritual force that made him not think about this weird question, but asked directly: "Is the temple in that snow mountain?"
"That's right, that's the holy place in the world, a place that mortals can't touch." Xiao En sighed, and then that face turned into countless fragments of light spots, which fell on the snow and could never be found again. .
Fan Xian squatted down, digging in the snowdrift with red hands, as if he wanted to catch the dead Xiao En back, and continued to ask some questions. After digging for a long time, the snow pit got deeper and deeper, but I couldn't find any trace, but instead saw a shadow beside the deepening snow pit.
A man in sackcloth wearing a hat was sitting beside the snow pit, his eyes were as clear as the sea, quietly looking at the big snow mountain.
"Where are your shoes? Where are my shoes?" Fan Xian jumped out of the snow pit, glanced at his own red feet, then at the sackcloth wearing a hat The man's feet were also naked, and he saw the man's bald head through the hat, and said with a smile: "I know you are Kuhe, you also visited the temple back then, and you and Sean both ate human flesh." .”
Ku He, who was sitting on the snow, smiled and said, "The temple is not holy, it's just a ruined temple."
"But everyone in the world knows that you have infinite admiration for the temple. You once knelt on the bluestone steps in front of the temple for several months before you were gifted by heaven."
"But you know the truth of the matter is not like this." Ku He turned her head, looked at Fan Xian calmly and said, "How can there be invincible power in this world?"
After saying this, Ku He disappeared, as if he had never appeared before. In an instant, at the place where Ku He disappeared, that short Juggernaut Grandmaster suddenly appeared, staring at Fan Xian with big eyes, and shouted angrily, "Where are my ashes? Where are my ashes?"
Fan Xian was taken aback in horror, and only then did he realize that he seemed to have forgotten something. He seemed to have promised Sigu Jian that if he went to the temple, he would take his ashes with him and sprinkle them on the stone steps of the temple, so that he could Let's take a look at what kind of great people there are in that temple.
Fan Xian was extremely distressed, and said, "That mountain is so tall and cold, I can't even get close to it, and it's useless even if I take your ashes with me."
"That's an excuse!" Si Gu Jian roared angrily, "It's just an excuse!"
Then Si Gu Jian stabbed over with a sword, rolling up a snowflake, spreading between the sky and the earth, the beauty is irresistible. Fan Xian's complexion turned pale, and he exerted all his energy, his bare feet stepping on the soft snowy plain, rushing towards the snow mountain in front of him, which was so high that it seemed he would never be able to conquer it.
Then he saw a black dot moving slowly but firmly towards the snow mountain. Fan Xian was overjoyed and shouted loudly, "Uncle Wu Zhu, wait for me."
Wu Zhu, who was covered with a black cloth, seemed to have heard no sound at all, and was still walking up the mountain indifferently but firmly. But the sword behind Fan Xian had already arrived. The sword flower was only one, but it opened countless petals in an instant, and each petal cut off a piece of flesh and blood on Fan Xian's chest and abdomen.
The endless pain caused Fan Xian to howl in misery. He fell to the ground, and the blood on his body flowed onto the snow, and was immediately frozen into crimson blood flowers, like precious and murderous agate.
Fan Xian watched Uncle Wuzhu walking towards the Great Snow Mountain, which was still so tall and cold. He felt the unbearable pain in his heart, and felt the despair and fear in his mind.
Then he woke up.
Fan Xian groaned and struggled to sit up from the bed. He was sweating profusely and soaked all his underwear. He touched his chest subconsciously and found that apart from some soreness, countless pieces hadn't really been cut off. The meat comes.
It was already night now, it seems that after Mu Shi woke up earlier, he looked at the top of the bed quietly, and then fell asleep again, but he didn't know why he had such a nightmare, those who used to spread their grace in this world The top figures appeared in his dreams one by one, told him the story about the snow mountain, and then persuaded him, encouraged him, and abandoned him.
Fan Xian panted heavily, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, stared blankly at the quilt on his body, thought of the big snow mountain in the dream, and still shuddered, he knew that the big snow mountain in the dream was in the real world What does it mean? He also knows that that man is actually stronger and more indifferent than that snow mountain. However, the snow mountain is in front of him, and he always wants to climb it.
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In the study room of the imperial palace, His Majesty the Emperor slowly opened his eyes and woke up. He looked at the lights on the table around him and realized that it was already night. His eyes were indifferent and strange, because he had a dream earlier, he dreamed that he was standing on a lonely snow mountain, enjoying the worship and admiration of countless people in the snow field below the mountain, but there was no one around him. , as lonely as that snow mountain.
Those common people are about to be frozen into zombies, and being worshiped by such creatures may not have much pleasure to grab. The emperor slowly closed his eyes, thinking of those eyes that looked at him indifferently in his dream, those eyes of those familiar partners, he did not speak for a long time.
"I want to burn my face," the emperor said.
Eunuch Yao, who had been waiting by the side, obeyed his orders, pushed open the door of the imperial study room, and said softly before leaving: "Master Ye has been waiting in the front hall."
The emperor didn't say anything, but waved his hand in annoyance, and the door of the imperial study was closed. Although His Majesty the Emperor Qing had his own palace in the harem, over the years, he had been diligent in political affairs and was extremely energetic. He seldom goes back to the palace to rest, but often spends the night in the imperial study.
It would not be a lie to say that Emperor Qing spent more than half of his life in the imperial study. After nightfall on weekdays, in this quiet study room, except for the emperor, only his most trusted eunuchs can enter. When Eunuch Hong died and Hong Zhu lost power, the only people who could stay in the imperial study room at night were Eunuch Yao is gone.
However, there is another woman in this quiet imperial study room today. There is a natural calmness between the brows of this girl. On the round pier opposite, there was a box at her feet.
The emperor glanced at the woman, and said gently: "You haven't had much rest these two days, go to the harem to rest later."
Fan Ruoruo saluted calmly and said nothing. Since she was admitted to the palace at noon the day before yesterday to heal His Majesty, her actions were greatly restricted. Although no one said anything explicitly, she knew that she had to stay in the palace.
For the past two days, His Majesty the Emperor has kept her by his side. Even when Fan Ruoruo was watching matters in the imperial study and when his subordinates reported information related to the Fan Mansion, Fan Ruoruo listened quietly. His Majesty the Emperor didn't seem to avoid her too much. she.
The emperor glanced at her indifferently, and could easily see the deep worry from the calmness on the woman's brow. He knew what she was worried about. The strange thing is that the emperor kept Miss Fan's family by his side these two days, not just to suppress Fan Xian, nor just because Fan Ruoruo wanted to heal his wounds, but because the emperor felt that this niece-like girl was so refreshing. His indifferent temperament really suits his own temperament, and when chatting casually with her, no matter astronomy, geography or various scenery in the world, Fan Ruoruo can always catch up with His Majesty the Emperor.
"Don't worry about anything." The emperor coughed softly. Although Fan Ruoruo had recovered most of the iron filings and steel balls in his body, after all, Chen Pingping's wheelchair double bombing was too lethal. No one knew. The injury was actually very serious.
Emperor Qing is a great master, so he survived. If it were anyone else, he would have died under Chen Pingping's double guns.
"Anzhi... your elder brother, you have some misunderstandings about me. When these misunderstandings are cleared up in the future, it will be fine." His Majesty the Emperor didn't know why, as if he didn't want to see the little girl of the Fan family worry, he explained softly against his temperament.
And this is indeed the emperor's sincere words. In his opinion, An Zhi has always been a very affectionate person. Chen Pingping's tragic death will inevitably make him confused and unable to turn around for a while. In the future, if Fan Xian knew about the great evil that Chen Pingping had done to the Li royal family, and how many times he had done so to Fan Xian, Fan Xian would naturally want to understand.
"Your Majesty said so." Fan Ruoruo answered with a bow.
The emperor's expression became a little gloomy. He didn't like the tone of the Fan family's girl at this time. After a long time, he didn't have an attack. He just slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "An Zhi has already After sleeping for a day and a night, it seems that he has worked really hard on this journey."
Fan Ruoruo raised her head, bit her lower lip lightly, looked at His Majesty the Emperor in front of her, who she couldn't see through anyway, and didn't know how to answer the words. Elder brother sleeps on the couch in the mansion at this time, and it is impossible to sleep peacefully, but what kind of emotion does His Majesty's words represent
"Tell me about how you were studying art in Qingshan. It is my regret that I never set foot in the land of Northern Qi." The emperor naturally changed the subject. Fan Ruoruo's mind was on her own, knowing that if she talked about the affairs of the capital and Fan's residence, the girl's heart would be chilled.
"Of course, it won't be long before I can go to Qingshan to see it with my own eyes." The emperor smiled slightly.
Fan Ruoruo respectfully replied: "The scenery on the green hills is very good, and the brothers from Tianyi Road are also very good to me."
"After all, you are a citizen of Daqing. Although I don't know what trick Fan Xian used back then to force Ku He's dead bald head to accept you as a closed disciple, but those Northern Qi people must still feel uncomfortable looking at you." The emperor wiped Wiping the white hair between his temples, he said casually.
Fan Ruoruo smiled naturally, and said: "Your Majesty's eyes are like a torch, the situation was indeed like that at the beginning, but after the teacher said something, and with Senior Sister Haitang returning to the mountain, it will be fine."
"Speaking of Haitang, how did An Zhi and her deal with it?" The emperor asked calmly with a flash of emotion in his eyes.
However, Fan Ruoruo clearly felt that His Majesty was not using this matter to ask anything, but was just very curious about this story about a man and a woman that had been widely circulated around the world. She stared blankly at His Majesty's slightly pale face, and suddenly thought that these matters were all related to her elder brother, but her elder brother would never discuss the details of these matters with His Majesty.
Is this a short conversation among parents? Fan Ruoruo suddenly understood that His Majesty the Emperor was just getting old, just lonely, just lonely, just being a father, but never getting the treatment of a father, so he stayed by himself in this palace, wanting to talk to himself more, I want to know more about common things in the world, and I want to know more about my brother.
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The daily chat between the emperor and the little girl went on in such a calm and weird way, it was obvious that His Majesty's mood improved, and a rare gentle expression began to appear on his pale face.
The door of the imperial study was pushed open, and Eunuch Yao led two young eunuchs in with copper basins filled with steaming hot water. The emperor took the hot towel from Eunuch Yao, and signaled Fan Ruoruo to continue speaking out of the corner of his eye, then covered his face with the rolling towel, and wiped the eye sockets vigorously a few times.
Under the towel, Emperor Qing slowly closed his eyes. No one could see his expression at this moment, and no one knew that at the previous moment, he suddenly remembered that after the autumn rain yesterday, he brought Li Chengping back In the palace, Xiao San'er was trembling with the hand he was holding, and he looked at him with fear in his eyes.
Very much like Cheng Qian many years ago.
Suddenly a cold anger surged in the emperor's heart, he tore off the towel from his face and threw it on the ground, after taking a few deep breaths, he suppressed his temper, looked at Eunuch Yao and said, "Why so long?"
Eunuch Yao knelt down and responded with a trembling voice: "The inner court had something important to report earlier, so it was delayed for a while."
"explain."
"The eyeliner placed by the inner court outside the Fan residence..." At this point, Eunuch Yao subconsciously glanced at Miss Fan's residence who was staring at him blankly, then quickly lowered his head, "There were fourteen people in total, all of whom were killed. "
The emperor's face was frozen like ice, and he slowly sat up straight on the couch, looking at Eunuch Yao without saying a word.
Fan Ruoruo, who was sitting by the side, suddenly turned pale when he heard the news, unable to let go of it. For the past two days, she has been guarding the imperial study and by the side of His Majesty the Emperor. Naturally, she knew that her elder brother had returned to the capital yesterday afternoon, and had returned to the mansion. Moreover, although the inner court and the military had apparently relaxed their suppression of the Fan mansion, but in There are still countless eyeliners in charge of surveillance left outside the mansion.
Are those eyeliners all dead? What is the brother thinking in his heart? Didn't he know that His Majesty let him sleep peacefully in the mansion, and what he was waiting for was to enter the palace to plead guilty after waking up? But he wanted to kill all the people sent by His Majesty? Isn't he afraid of angering His Majesty
The frosty color on His Majesty's face melted slowly at this moment, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he smiled with a hint of sarcasm, and said calmly: "Continue to send people over, the hundreds of millions of people in my world , could he kill them all by himself?"
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The main gate of Fan Mansion was wide open, and the lights hung high, illuminating the half of the street in Nancheng clearly, like daytime. Danbo Gong Fan Xian, covered in blood, walked over from the shadows that the lights couldn't reach, and walked on the street. Looking at the horrified eyes of those who wore official uniforms and clearly identified their identities, they walked slowly to the door of their own house.
He sat down on the bench at the main entrance of Fan Mansion, threw the blood-stained Great Wei Tianzi Sword at his feet, stretched out his hand and scrubbed it twice in the hot water basin handed by the servant, The clean water suddenly turned into bloody water.
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(Thinking of one thing I forgot to mention, the two guns in Chen Pingping’s wheelchair are from an old movie called Lone Wolf. That scene has always been very vivid in my memory. I am still sick and very uncomfortable. The work of asking for monthly tickets is still going on, and now we are among the top three. We need to work harder, but unfortunately we can’t work hard these two days...) (, If you want to know what happened next, please log in, more chapters, Support the author, support genuine!)