(I don't want to say anything more, a sense of sadness begins to hit me, petty bourgeoisie, right?)
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In the back garden of Ye Mansion, Ye Wan narrowed his pupils and stared at the young man in green without blinking. He never thought that after being called out by himself, the other party would have the guts to turn around and face him. Instead of choosing to go over the wall in the first place.
Fan Xian turned around calmly, there was only calm in his eyes, but no other emotions. He looked at the strange young general in front of him, and immediately recognized the other party's identity. Being able to come to Ye Linger's small garden alone without communication, there are only two men from the Ye family, old and young. finished general.
A year ago, or even longer ago, Fan Xian and Ye Wan, the two most powerful young people in Nanqing, might have had some sympathy and uncontrollable feelings. Just like Fan Xian and the eldest prince, there was resentment at the beginning, but in the end they got closer because of their temperament.
However, it is impossible today. Today Fan Xian is Nanqing's traitor, a heinous sinner, while Ye Wan is a rising star, the most trusted figure of the younger generation by His Majesty. The most important thing is that Fan Xian has experienced a long journey in the snowy field, and it seems that he has taken everything in this world lightly, and his eyes are only calm and indifferent.
This kind of calm and indifference represents strong confidence, but in Ye Wan's view, it is strong disdain. The resentment and anger that had been hidden in his heart for several days suddenly occupied his whole body, but this kind of anger did not Let his judgment deviate in the slightest, just calmer.
"Fan Xian is here!" Ye Wan yelled violently. Although he hoped to have a fair decisive battle with Fan Xian, he would not make such a mistake. To the Nanqing court, Fan Xian was like a stick. The fishbone that can't be swallowed no matter what, being able to catch this person or kill this person is what Ye Wan wants to do most.
His Majesty once said that if this person is not dead, the Sacred Heart cannot rest. As a minister, Ye Wan must suppress his pride, so when he yelled and informed the guards outside the garden, he immediately chose to retreat. With this gesture of showing weakness, Fan Xian was blocked from retreating, and he did not hesitate to use this relatively humiliating method to buy more time.
As soon as the personal soldiers arrived, there would be loud alarms in the capital, and Ye Wan didn't believe that Fan Xian could still escape. Fan Xian also understood this very well, so when Ye Wan spoke indifferently, he had already rushed over.
Fan Xian rushed over like a cloud of smoke. Although it was soft, the soft shadow was mixed with a chilling domineering aura, tearing apart the cold air in late autumn and tearing apart the tranquility of the world in this garden.
Ye Wan, who retreated three steps in a row, narrowed his eyes due to the powerful and domineering momentum coming towards his face. He seemed to feel the strong wind in front of him, piercing like ice skates. , his hands swung in front of him, his left fist and right palm intersected, and in a very short time, he built a hand bridge extremely powerfully and sealed it in front of him.
As soon as the hand bridge came out, it was like iron chains crossing the river, and a chilling and powerful aura emerged spontaneously, stopping before Fan Xian's punch, and directly facing the domineering punch against the driftwood floating on the river. , although the castration was ferocious, there was no feeling that it might break the chain at all.
Fan Xian was in mid-air, but his eyes were already squinted. He had practiced the Ye family's great coffin splitting for several years, and he was very familiar with the Ye family's family kung fu. However, Ye Wan retreated three steps today, seemingly weak, Unexpectedly, as soon as the hand bridge was built, a thick wall appeared in the air.
This thick and exquisite hand sealing style is definitely not the content of the big chopping coffin, could it be Ye Liuyun's Sanshou? Could it be that this young general has learned the unique skills left by the Grand Master
Fan Xian's heart trembled slightly, but his subordinates did not slow down in the slightest. The aura emanating from Fang Shouqiao in front of him was too domineering. He knew that his domineering punch might not be able to break through the opponent's defense, but Liuyun Sanshou's mighty The reason is that the situation is changeable, once the opponent's hand bridge seals the bridge of his own, the counterattack tactics that will be changed next, I am afraid that the speed will overwhelm him.
And more importantly, Liuyun Sanshou's counterattack is like floating clouds in the sky, and it is difficult for anyone to catch the real one. Even if Fan Xian was not afraid, if he was really sealed by Liuyun Sanshou, he might not be able to retreat for a while, and Ye Wan obviously would not mind holding him back in order to catch or kill him, and then with him Others joined forces to attack.
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With a whoosh, like a magic trick, a black and elegant crossbow suddenly shot out from Fan Xian's sleeve, surpassing the speed of his fist, and hit Ye Wan's hand bridge with a bang.
This move is very insidious, Fan Xian has always been an insidious person, but there was something wrong with the beeping sound, the delicate poison-feeding crossbow arrows seemed to be shot into wood, only Ye Wan's pair of hands were full of calluses, but still A small red spot was left on the white hands, and they fell down dejectedly.
After Ye Liuyun's Sanshou practiced to the extreme, he could hold Sigu Jian's extremely violent sword. His grand-nephew Ye Wan obviously didn't have this level, but facing the crossbow arrows shot by Fan Xian insidiously, he was extremely powerful.
There was a bright light after the black light, and with a scoff, Fan Xian's tightly clenched fists suddenly dispersed, and a black dagger stabbed down hard.
Ye Wan's face was still calm and motionless, but the two hands that intersected with each other became soft before the black dagger, and turned into two clouds in the sky, gently attached to Fan Xian's body. Next to the black dagger, Fan Xian's ten thousand domineering vigor seemed to plunge into the cotton swamp without causing any waves.
He forced him to be strong, and it was the first time that Fan Xian met the real Mingyue Dajiang and Qingfeng Mountain of the Ye family, but he couldn't make an inch of it!
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Fan Xian's right foot stomped heavily on the slate floor between the two of them, and the slate shattered like a spider's web! His face remained unchanged, but with a very clever hook with his right index finger, the small trick was swiftly drawn, and the black dagger drew a very stern bright arc along his fingertips.
At this time, the two were already close at hand, Ye Wan had no way to retreat, Fan Xian had to break through, everyone had already raised their cultivation to the peak state in an instant.
As soon as the black dagger with a stern stern cut it, Ye Wan's hands suddenly turned into two old trees, and the leafless branches burst open. On the finger, there is not a single scar left!
In this fleeting moment, the corners of Fan Xian's lips curled up, and he smiled slightly. In the smile, there was only peace and the confidence represented by this peace, and the strength that this self-confidence indicated. The black dagger at the fingertips slashed dozens of times, all of which were blocked back, but he took advantage of the situation to retract the dagger, and his left hand, which had been hanging calmly by his waist, clenched into a fist, without giving any subtle angles, and did not hold back. Mixing any skills taught by a great master, just smashed it hard.
With a muffled bang, Fan Xian's left fist slammed hard on Ye Wan's hand bridge that had been rebuilt in an instant!
The battle between the two powerful young men had already progressed to the basics of martial arts cultivation. Fan Xian abandoned all external emotions and skills, and fought against Ye Wan's internal qi very forcefully without reason.
Fist and palm touched together without hindrance.
Ye Wan's complexion darkened slightly, and then turned white in an instant. With his left foot on the back and his hands in front of him, his whole body formed a beautiful arrow-shaped figure, and his hind feet were nailed into the rock like a nail. Tsubaki's hands were like a piece of iron, blocking any incoming attacks.
However, Fan Xian's body was still so relaxed and casual, as if he had punched a mindless punch in anger, his feet were still out of shape, and his body was still out of shape. .
A powerful wave spread outward from the bodies of the two people in the garden, and with a whistling sound of autumn wind, how many gravels and fallen leaves were shaken.
Fan Xian's eyes lit up, staring at Ye Wan's slightly dark and forbidding face, he didn't seem to have imagined that the true energy in Ye Wan's body was so powerful that he actually sealed his body twice in a row. After the dark hand, he was still able to withstand the domineering punch he had prepared for a long time.
How did Ye Wan cultivate such strong and solid Qi in his body? Could it be that when this person was exiled in Nanzhao, he was constantly tempering his spirit and will? Thinking of this, Fan Xian felt faint admiration for the other party, but there were footsteps outside the garden, and Fan Xian didn't want to delay any longer.
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, but he didn't know that the shock in Ye Wan's heart was even more unspeakable. Ye Wan knew how strong his own strength was, but... Facing Fan Xian's seemingly random punch, he unexpectedly He had the unlucky thought that the hand bridge would be washed away. The reason why he had this thought was purely because Ye Wan was in the arena and felt more clearly the strength of Fan Xian, who was stronger and more domineering than in the legend!
At this moment, Ye Wan finally understood where the reputation of Mr. Fan Xian came from, and he also finally understood why His Majesty ordered him to take three steps back if he saw Fan Xian.
If Ye Wan hadn't taken three steps back and built the hand bridge first, otherwise, with Fan Xian's adaptability, strength, and ruthlessness, he might have destroyed his body with three consecutive blows in an instant. Mind, don't give yourself a chance to display Liuyun Sanshou!
Are you really inferior to him? Although Ye Wan's expression was still calm and calm, his heart was filled with a strong urge to fight the opponent for the final battle!
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Fan Xian did not give Ye Wan this chance. Although it is impossible to kill the other party in one move, he decided to leave an indelible impression on the other party, leaving a satisfactory result for this first encounter between the two that is destined to be passed down to future generations .
So Fan Xian's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the clothes on his body began to tremble in the autumn wind. An extremely faint but endless source of heaven and earth vitality flowed along the autumn wind, along the holes in his clothes, and along his body. Every inch of his skin began to pour into his body non-stop.
Fan Xian closed his eyes, covering the abnormally bright light in his eyes. With a muffled snort, his left arm swelled, and his castrated fist spat out all the strength at this moment!
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The dam made of sand and stone blocked the mighty river for thousands of miles. However, the river was getting higher and higher, and the water was getting bigger and bigger. Suddenly, the weather was not good, and it rained heavily. In the middle of the big river, in an instant, the dam burst out of a breach.
A large hall that was about to collapse was supported by countless thick and straight logs, barely supporting the existence of the palace. However, the earth began to vibrate, and a sudden energy that appeared in the world that was not there at all shook the entire world. The earth shook the foundations of those logs, causing the logs to fall down. The hall lost its support and collapsed.
From the very beginning, he used the same to respond to all changes, using the Ye family's Liuyun to scatter his hands, and using the sealing gesture to build a hand bridge, and successfully blocked Fan Xian's three consecutive strikes. Ye Wan didn't have any pride, even if he was facing the mighty Fan Xian, it was because he knew best how powerful he was. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that the bridge built by his two hands was washed away, and the palace of his body was about to collapse...
It turns out that Fan Xian's strength is still above the legend, and above his own judgment!
A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the dead leaves that were shaken by the energy of the two began to dance again. Among the flying fallen leaves, Fan Xian's unusually stable fist smashed through the hand bridge in Ye Jialiu Yunsan's hand like a broken one, and hit Ye Wan's right chest hard!
The autumn wind blew up again, and the fallen leaves flew again. There was no trace of Fan Xian in the Ye family's back garden, only Ye Wan, who was pale, was left, clutching his chest, and swallowed the blood gushing to his lips.
The personal guards finally rushed to the garden at this time, but they didn't see any trace of the enemy, they only saw the invincible General Xiaoye, who seemed to be defeated!
From when Ye Wan saw the young man in Tsing Yi, to when these personal soldiers rushed into the garden, it took only about ten seconds. They met for the first time in their lives, and the winner was decided.
Ye Wan clutched his chest, forcibly subdued the real energy that was about to boil in his body, his eyes immediately responded with chills, and said in a cold voice, "Notify the palace that Fan Xian is back."
As soon as these words came out, the soldiers finally knew who had lost the general whom they regarded as a god of death, and shocked expressions appeared on everyone's faces.
Ye Wan turned around slowly, squinted his eyes at the high wall that Fan Xian jumped out of with his hands behind his back, his mood was very complicated, it was a mixture of anger and unwillingness. In the previous battle, as a minister, his first thought was to keep the opponent, so from the beginning he adopted a defensive posture, and his momentum fell into a disadvantage, so he was unwilling, if he changed the scene , maybe it will be much better
Fan Xian's last punch easily broke through his hand bridge! Although it is impossible for Fan Xian's domineering zhenqi to break through Liuyun Sanshou, it is impossible to leave too much lethal power, but it is an undeniable fact that he was defeated and injured by the opponent, especially the powerful zhenqi gushing out of that fist at the end , it made Ye Wan understand the fact that the current self is indeed no match for Fan Xian.
Ye Wan never underestimated his enemies, especially for someone as famous as Fan Xian, but he still didn't expect that the strength Fan Xian showed today was actually stronger than the legends, the military intelligence, and himself. The prediction is more powerful!
Coughing sounded, Ye Wan wiped the blood from his lips with the corner of his sleeve, his eyes were cold and extremely angry, the reason for his anger was why life is so unfair? He walked among the southern barbarians in Huangsha since he was a child, and he practiced so diligently that he did not think of two people in the world, so he has the super strength of the ninth rank, but it seems that it is not enough for Fan Xian!
This is impossible! Fan Xian didn't live a few years longer than himself, why was he able to cultivate to such a level? genius? Is it possible that having a genius can surpass one's own diligence
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Fan Xian didn't know the anger of the young general in the Ye Mansion behind him. Even if he knew, he probably wouldn't understand, because he knew better than anyone else that he was definitely not a genius in martial arts, but his luck was good. And I work harder and harder than anyone else.
After all, he and Ye Wan walked the same path. It's just that Fan Xian has practiced domineering skills since he was born, and he has been afraid of death since the first day of his life. This kind of pressure, this kind of feeling, no one in the world can compare to, which is why he has created his current weird personality. realm.
After defeating Ye Wan, but unable to kill him, Fan Xian didn't feel a trace of pride in his heart, because his self-confidence based on his current strength has already made him transcend a certain category. It seems simple to break it, but it is an extremely wonderful choice to return to basics.
He lowered his head, got rid of the rising and falling turmoil in the capital, and returned to the inn in silence, then he saw the silent Uncle Wu Zhu, who did not look at the scenery by the window today, but lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something.
When humans think, God laughs, but if Wuzhu starts thinking, who will laugh? Fan Xian coughed lightly twice, coughing up the bloody phlegm from Ye Wan's hand bridge injury, looked at Uncle Wu Zhu and said, "He knows I'm back, and I'm going to enter the palace tonight."
Although he knew that saying these words didn't make much sense, but for some reason, Fan Xian was still used to explaining everything he did to Uncle Wu Zhu. It's like the conversation of coughing up blood that day and night before the Snow Temple.
As expected, Wu Zhu didn't respond at all, but just lowered his head.
Fan Xian's head also gradually lowered.
The night was getting darker, there was no light in the room of the inn, it was just darkness, two people.
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When the next day was just dawn, the room in the inn had become empty, and the unlit candles still maintained a delicate appearance, and no sticky tears were shed to commemorate the revenge and end that was about to begin in advance.
Not long after midnight, Fan Xian changed into the eunuch's clothes and escaped into the night of the capital. Before leaving the inn, he gave Uncle Wuzhu one last deep look, instead of trying to wake him up and invite him Add conflicting events of human emotion.
Wu Zhu didn't seem to care about his departure either, and just waited until dawn alone. As soon as the sky brightened, it began to rain in Kyoto in late autumn and early winter. The icy rainwater hit the transparent glass window, and flowers bloomed on it.
It was rain, not snow, but it looked extraordinarily cold. The cold rain hasn't gotten bigger, it's just falling on the ground, hitting the tile backs of the houses in Kyoto, in the bluestone alleys, beside the small bridges and flowing water, there is a very rhythmic, slow and beautiful melody.
All the houses in Kyoto that are bathed in the cold rain have windows. Since the revival of the Neiku, the price of glass in the country has plummeted. Most of these windows are made of glass.
Therefore, when all the cold rain falls on the world, flowers of different sizes will bloom on the glass.
Wu Zhu, covered with a black cloth, sat quietly by the window, watching the rain flowers blooming on the glass window, and after being silent for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly stretched out a finger and touched it lightly on the glass, as if He wanted to touch the beautiful flower outside the window, but he was helplessly blocked by the glass.
"This is glass." Wu Zhu suddenly broke the silence, looking out of the window alone, and said without a trace of emotion: "I made it."
Wuzhu sat for a long time, then he stood up, looked out of the window silently, seemed to remember that it was time for him to go shopping, so he turned around and opened the door to leave the room, walked down the stairs, and walked out of the inn, Walked into the icy rain.
There were many dirty spots on his cloth clothes, which were the marks from being smashed by the urchins in an alley yesterday afternoon, and Fan Xian was so heavy all night that he didn't notice this.
No one would go shopping in the rain. Maybe there are couples who like to flirt and walk in the rain with umbrellas, but there should be no such thing in this world. The scholar held an umbrella and howled in the rain. It was silly. Wu Zhu, covered with black cloth and dressed in common clothes, walked in the rain, but he didn't know how many people who were sheltering from the rain were surprised.
The icy rain wet Wuzhu's clothes and swallowed up those dirty mud spots. He walked silently and alone in the rain, walking through the streets and alleys of Kyoto, letting the rain wet him, he was always black and bright His hair also wet the black cloth covered with thousands of years of wind and frost.
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