After an unknown amount of time, Fan Xian got up from the snow, his movements appearing to be very slow, as if he hadn't shaken off his previous emotions. This fire stick is very well protected. It took me a lot of genius to put the three parts together again, and found that all parts are very good, even the optical sight is perfect. At this moment, Fan Xian realized how stupid he was to kick the box.
He is military blind, so it took him many days just to become familiar with the weapon in his hand, and only after the real training did he realize that there is always a big gap between ideal and reality. Only then did I suddenly realize that the dream was a lie.
How to measure the distance, how to aim, and how to ensure smooth operation are not knowledge that people in this world can know. Fan Xian has no teacher, so he can only grope slowly by himself. Easy to hit the target. As for the calculation of the influence of wind difference and distance measurement, this is even more difficult problem.
Fortunately, many of his qualities make up for these shortcomings. First of all, he is very calm, with a kind of calmness similar to Wuzhu; secondly, he is very stable, and the nameless domineering true energy keeps his body in a very balanced state; most importantly, he is very patient, He is very patient as a hunter. This is due to the encounters in the previous life and the "siesta" in the later life. As long as the energy in his body can keep up, Fan Xian believes that he can lurk in one place for a whole day without moving.
After getting up from the snow, he felt that his body was a little frozen, so he slowly stimulated the true energy in his body to relieve his slightly numb limbs, then looked at Wu Zhu standing beside him like a flagpole, and shook his head: "If the opponent is Yan Xiaoyi, I can't guarantee that I won't be killed by his arrow before I hit him."
Wu Zhu said indifferently: "You don't need to use this."
Fan Xian didn't quite understand what he meant. He sat in the snow with a sniper rifle in his arms, frowned and said, "Actually, I know that my own strength is between the eighth rank and the ninth rank. Uncle has been hiding it from me before because he didn't want me to Great. But in the future, if you want to deal with those masters of the ninth rank, it will always be better if you have some weapons that others don't know about."
Wu Zhu said: "In my opinion, you are still only at the seventh rank."
Fan Xian laughed at himself and said, "Then I can still kill Cheng Jushu, and I can even slap Gong Dian."
Wuzhu said dumbly: "Gong Dian has eight ranks, Cheng Jushu only has seven ranks at most, maybe... In the past ten years in Danzhou, the martial arts cultivation of the whole world has declined."
Fan Xian frowned, and patted the snow off his buttocks. Although he didn't say anything, but listening to these words, he couldn't help but feel a little strange. As for where the abnormality is, I couldn't explain it clearly for a while, so I shook my head and said, "I need to make myself stronger, otherwise I won't be able to protect the people around me, Wan'er, the royal family and the eldest princess. What about Ruoruo? Don't forget, She is actually a poor child without a mother."
Wu Zhu was silent.
Fan Xian smiled slightly. At this moment, the moon was reflecting on the snow-capped mountains, and the night was slightly clear, making his face look more and more pure and clean. He watched a few snow seeds fall on the black cloth covering Wuzhu's eyes, and for some reason his heart moved, and he made a movement that he hadn't dared to do since he was a child.
He took a step forward and stretched out his hand carefully, trying to pick off the black snowflakes from Uncle Wu Zhu's eyes, his movements were very gentle.
Wu Zhu took a step back, and the timing and timing of this step were perfect, causing Fan Xian's right hand to stay in the air awkwardly, about half a foot away from Wu Zhu's face.
"Go back." Wu Zhu took the sniper rifle from his hand, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
Fan Xian looked at the place where he disappeared, and a faint sadness welled up in his heart. Such a peerless strong man who has lost his memory has only a very small amount of past, so what will his future look like
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I don't know the years in the mountains. Fan Xian wakes up in the morning with extreme self-discipline to practice martial arts. He also spends some time in the evening to learn the skills of night walkers in this mountain with Uncle Wu Zhu. Most of the days are spent with Lin Wan'er and his sister. The comfortable days, watching the girls in the manor gather together to fight poems, paintings, songs, and cards, the days passed by like this day by day.
In the middle, Ye Linger and Princess Roujia also came to stay for a while, and the ladies of the noble family inevitably held a small poetry meeting. Miss Roujia seemed to have escaped from the sad event of Fan Xian's wedding. Just flickering those tender eyes that were completely different from Twelve, begging the Fan family brother to write a few poems to listen to, how could Fan Xian fall for this kind of trick, and escape on the pretext of going up the mountain to beat a tigress.
Near the end of the new year, Fan Siqi, who finally got rid of the troubles of ethnology, rode up to Cangshan in a carriage, and happily played mahjong with his sister-in-law, whom he had not seen for more than a month. Finding Lin Wan'er is like a peerless swordsman finding a master who can be his enemy. As the saying goes, life is as lonely as snow...
Of course, the three Fan Xian brothers and sisters gathered in the manor. As the young master, he would not forget his wife's elder brother. He had already sent the injured Teng Zijing to pick up Dabao, and Wang Qinian's team secretly escorted him along the way. , there should be no problem.
After eating at noon that day, Fan Xian asked his servants to put on the carriage, and went down ten miles down the mountain with Lin Wan'er to meet Dabao. Not long after, I saw the convoy approaching. When the convoy was parked, Fujiko Jing hurriedly went up to greet Fan Xian and the young mistress of the princess. Lin Wan'er knew that this person was Fan Xian's first confidant after entering Beijing, so she responded very gently, but her heart had already drifted to the carriage. .
"Xiao Xian Xian."
Needless to say, as soon as he heard this address, he knew that Dabao had got off the car. Fan Xian gave a wry smile, cupped his fists in a salute, and then went up to meet his bloated brother-in-law who hadn't seen him in months. Looking at the surrounding mountain scenery, Dabao was a little curious, opened his mouth wide and smirked: "The snow in Beijing is much smaller."
The snow in Cangshan is heavy, and there is a lot of snow on the road. Lin Wan'er looked at the snow flakes on her brother's hair, walked up to her brother with distress, wiped it off for him, put the fox fur cloak she had prepared on him, and complained: "Father is the same. I don’t know how many pieces to prepare.”
Fan Xian smiled slightly, thinking that the Prime Minister is a man after all, and there are not many women in the Lin Mansion today, so no matter how much he loves Dabao, it is impossible for him to cover everything. Then he turned his head and asked Fujiko Kyung, "Is there anything wrong on the road?"
"No." Teng Zijing replied calmly: "It was at the intersection before entering the mountain, and another family came to spend the winter with the carriage. The other party saw the Xiangfu carriage we were riding in, and let it go."
Enjoying the snow scenery in Cangshan Mountain and avoiding the midsummer is the favorite thing for nobles in Kyoto to do, and the places where they enter the mountain are guarded by soldiers from some places. It was just a trivial matter, and Fan Xian didn't take it to heart. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he prepared to go up the mountain.
Unexpectedly, at this time, there was a rush of horseshoes coming from behind. After a while, a group of carriages drove up aggressively. This is the fork, so it suddenly seemed very crowded, no matter how difficult it was to go up.
"It's them." Teng Zijing said with some embarrassment: "Master, I didn't say it, but I didn't want you to be angry."
The servants in the carriage saw that they were stuck here, and they started cursing. Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked over, only to realize that it turned out to be the carriage of Guo You's family, Minister of Rites. He couldn't help but smile, not knowing what he was thinking.
There was no reaction on their side, but they could see it clearly on the other side. It turned out that they snatched the Xiangfu's carriage once at the foot of the mountain.
"The Xiangfu's car can't always be stopped at the intersection to prevent people from leaving. We have already given way once, so can't you hurry up?" A voice familiar to Fan Xian came from the Guo family's carriage.
Immediately afterwards, a luxurious young man got off the carriage, pointed at Fujiko Jing and his group and scolded, "Why don't you get out of the way quickly? Prime Minister Lin is still in Beijing, and you people don't know what you are doing in Cangshan."
"Brother Guo?" Fan Xian was overjoyed and waved his hands over there to say hello.
Hearing someone calling him, Guo Baokun looked very friendly, thinking he had run into someone he knew, he turned around with a smile on his face, but unexpectedly, he saw that it was Fan Xian, the black boxer, the smile on his face froze immediately, and for a while, he turned around. I can't let it go, it looks very embarrassing. His eyes were even more nervous and tinged with fear, who is this? This is Fan Xian...
Once in the poetry meeting, once in the Yamen of the capital government, and once in the hall, I have offended the other party badly, but the other party is doing well in Beijing now, if I want to harm the other party once, the other party will jump up because of this incident . And the other party is now married to that girl, Guo Baokun knew from the ostentation of the big wedding that he had been bad luck for eight lifetimes, he just hoped not to bump into the other party in the future, how could he know that today would be such a coincidence!
Looking at his appearance, Fan Xian sighed in admiration in his heart, thinking that this man was so unlucky that both humans and gods mourned, why did he meet him again
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Seeing Guo's carriage galloping down the mountain like a dozen rabbits, Fan Xian rubbed his wrists. Lin Wan'er came over and said in a low voice: "What are you driving others down the mountain for no reason? Although he is just an official editor, he is a close minister of the prince's elder brother after all, and he will join the cabinet one day in the future. What's more, Cangshan is not a fan. ... Our family, if others know about it, they can't say we are too domineering."
"I didn't drive him down the mountain." Hearing his wife's rapid-fire change of words, a strange smile appeared on Fan Xian's beautiful face: "I just said to go to him for tea in the middle of the night, but he ran away without knowing it."
Lin Wan'er heard him speak so gently, she couldn't help laughing: "You, no one in the capital knows that you are a black boxer. Going to look for him in the middle of the night, Guo Baokun has a ghost in his heart, so naturally he wants to run away. He is not as famous now. You, the fist is not as big as you, what else can you do besides run?"
Fan Xian smiled and said, "I also sympathize with him."