In the silent night of the valley, I can't see weeds when I look up, but I can see a night sky as thick as black and ink, lying between two cliffs. While arranging his clothes, Fan Xian tied up the shattered left trouser leg, and said softly:
"That little fairy's surname is Ye, and her name is Ye Qingmei."
…
…
"Ye Qingmei?" Xiao En was extremely shocked, "What did you say? Could it be that the mistress of the Ye family is the little fairy I once met?"
When the Ye family suddenly emerged in the world, Xiao En was still the chief spy of the Northern Wei Dynasty, so he was able to detect the name of the mistress of the Ye family. Fan Xian was not surprised. He smiled and said, "Besides the fairy you mentioned, there are other Who can make the Ye family change the pattern of the whole world in just a few years?"
"So that's it, that's it!" Xiao En coughed again, "It's no wonder that Qing Kingdom can rise so violently. It turns out that there is a shadow of a temple behind it."
"Wrong." Fan Xian said, "You are already dying, so let me tell you, Ye Qingmei, the little fairy you mentioned, is not a fairy in the temple, she... is just like us, They're just normal people."
Sean hadn't woken up from the previous shock, and he didn't believe what Fan Xian said at all, but was immersed in the last question before he died: "...why... the little fairy wants to arrest me and go to the Qing Kingdom?"
As the secret spy leader of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he was naturally aware of the relationship between the Ye family and the Qing State Overwatch Council.
Fan Xian said: "Qingguo had to kill you back then." He paused and continued: "It must be admitted that you were a very terrifying person back then... and the reason why Ye Qingmei sent Chen Pingping to arrest you instead of killing you You, I think it's because of that love affair back then, after all, it seems that she came to this world because you broke into the temple."
…
…
"Then you... exactly... cough cough... who are you?" In the dark night, Xiao En stared blankly at Fan Xian, like two sharp arrows.
The old comrade who was about to die still had such sharp eyes, Fan Xian couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and said with a soft smile, "Me?"
After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and said:
"I am Ye Qingmei's son."
Ye Qingmei's son... Fan Xian wanted so much to be able to speak out loudly to everyone in this familiar yet unfamiliar, intimate yet incompatible world, but right now there was no such possibility. At this time, the night was getting darker, and the darkness before dawn had arrived. In a cave with only two people, Fan Xian said so softly.
I am Ye Qingmei's son.
For some reason, as soon as these words were uttered, Fan Xian felt a lot more relaxed. The heart that was under too much pressure broke free from the many branches and vines that were pressing on it at this moment, and at least gained temporary relaxation. , gently embracing the taste of freedom in the night wind.
…
…
It was getting brighter.
There are not many memories, but Sean spoke very slowly. After midnight, Fan Xian finally achieved the most important goal of this trip north. He looked at Sean and said softly: "Do you have anything to explain? Is it?"
Sean just looked at him with a strange expression, and after a long while he gasped and said, "Are you... her son?"
Fan Xian nodded and smiled: "I don't have the habit of misidentifying my mother."
Xiao En coughed violently twice, shaking out the last few drops of blood in his veins, and said with a half-crying smile: "No wonder you know so many things, no wonder you are so interested in where the temple is..." Lin The old man before he died finally saw the whole thing a bit clearly, panting and said: "It seems that this cave should not be able to trap you."
"I don't have the habit of putting myself in a dead situation." Fan Xian had already prepared everything and approached Sean.
Xiao En suddenly stared into his eyes, and said, "If you want to live a good life, don't go to the temple."
Fan Xian's face was calm and he didn't answer him.
Sean didn't look at him again, but cast his eyes on the cliff and yellow valley behind Fan Xian, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about something, after a while, the old man panted softly and said, "I used to think that I was a ruthless man who was not afraid of death." People are just looking for freedom, and now that death is approaching, I realize that everyone is afraid of death."
"There is no one in this world who is not afraid of death." For some reason, Fan Xian glanced at the dying Xiao En, slowly released his right hand, and said softly: "But... death may not be the end, maybe you will go to another place A completely strange world."
This is his greatest secret, his greatest emotion.
Sean's eyes fell in the distance, and the scarlet pupils gradually softened: "Are you really a little fairy... no, Ye Qingmei's son?" Without waiting for Fan Xian to answer, Sean continued to say calmly: "But you and She doesn't look like that at all."
Fan Xian said, "You've only met her when she was four years old, how can you be so sure?"
Xiao En smiled and said, "Because you are far less beautiful than Little Fairy."
Fan Xian tilted his head subconsciously, and said, "There really aren't many women in this world who are prettier than me."
"The eyes are different."
"Why is it different?"
Xiao En glanced at him, and said with a hint of indifference: "I just understand now that on that snowy wasteland, the little fairy looked at the white land, her eyes were still soft and compassionate... I never knew How should I describe it, at this time I seemed to feel the darkness coming, and then I realized that all the emotions in her eyes were just expressing one thing."
"What is it?" Fan Xian's heart beat twice.
…
…
"Attachment and love for life." Xiao En said with a smile: "Although you often have a clear smile in your eyes, it's different... Your mother should be an extremely affectionate person, but you are an extremely ruthless person in your bones."
Fan Xian smiled and said, "I don't deny that."
"I have killed many people in my life, so I have never expected to have a good end." Xiao En did not continue this topic, but looked at the misty sky lightly and said: "It is possible to die in this cave, as you wish." Say, it’s not bad to have a good grave.”
Fan Xian squatted beside him, put his left hand on the old man's shoulder, and found that his muscles had gradually softened.
The sky outside the cliff was still dim, but through the mist in the valley, there was a holy light. This light reflected softly on Xiao En's withered face, staining his hands countless times. Blood, but lonely and miserable in the second half of his life, the secret probe leader couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
"There shouldn't be those two jujube trees in Danzhou, right?"
These are the last words Sean asked in this world.
…
…
Fan Xian took out the last needle from under the old man's ear, and confirmed his death after a while. Tilting his head slightly, looking at Xiao En's corpse, he suddenly said softly, "Although Danzhou doesn't have two jujube trees, but... maybe there really is a better world waiting for you after you die."
Sean's eyes have been gently closed, and the scarlet color in those pupils can no longer see this strange world.
Fan Xian exhaled foul breath, and laid Xiao En's body flat in the deepest part of the shallow cave. As for whether there were eagles coming to peck at it, he didn't seem to think about it, so he appeared a little indifferent.
He walked out of the cave, and stretched out his hand to fish in the air beyond the cliff. The white mountain mist swam with his fingers, and what he reached out to grab was nothing but nothing.
※※※
Jin Yiwei should still be searching for the corpses or traces of the old and the young in the valley and in various outlets. This Yanshan cliff is as smooth as a mirror. No one would have thought that someone would jump off the cliff but be able to stand firmly, and no one would have imagined that someone would be able to climb up these smooth and wet mountain walls.
Fan Xian's whole body was tightly attached to the mountain wall like a piece of paper. Behind him was the thick morning mountain mist, which effectively covered his figure. Even if someone was on the opposite mountain wall, they couldn't find it. Someone is crawling upwards like a gecko.
When he was in Danzhou, from the age of twelve to sixteen, he spent a full four years on manipulating his true energy outside the body. This is an extremely stupid way of cultivation, but Wu Zhu didn't care about him, He himself practiced with great enjoyment, but he didn't expect that Fan Xian would help him so much later in his life.
Crawling like a gecko, clinging like a snake, he cautiously went up and up, expressionless, the effect of the Mahuang Pill had long since faded away, and his true energy was a little weak, so he didn't dare to be careless.
…
…
Asakusa moved slightly, one hand clung to the stone beside the cliff, and a person wrapped in black night clothes climbed out of the valley like a ghost.
The hat covered Fan Xian's cheeks, and when he looked back, he saw the quietness in the valley, as if nothing had happened. After a while, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the mountains and forests over there through the thick morning fog, but he couldn't see anything.
But he always felt that there seemed to be someone looking at him over there, and that person's eyes were staring at him as if they were real.
Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, turned around, didn't think, didn't have time to think, pierced into the thick fog like a black arrow, and ran towards the capital.
※※※
And outside the courtyard of the Beijing Mission, Gao Da held a long knife in his hand and stared at the people in front of the courtyard with his eyes wide like a tiger. The young master has not gone out for a day and a night, and all the officials of the Northern Qi Dynasty have been turned away, but early this morning, someone from Jin Yiwei came to convey the order from the palace, saying that the young emperor wanted to pass on Fan Xian's entry Gong idle talk.
Few people knew that Fan Xian was not in the mission. The Commander of Jinyiwei hoped heavily that Fan Xian was not in the mission, but after searching all night, he did not find Fan Xian's body, so the Northern Qi side finally became suspicious, so they urgently wanted to confirm where Fan Xian was.
Unexpectedly, the Nanqing people were so arrogant and unreasonable. They used the pretext that Fan Zheng was drunk, and forcibly prevented the Northern Qi officials from entering the mission. The conflict was about to break out, but at this time, there was a rustling sound from the street.
It wasn't sweeping the street, it was the sound of footsteps, and everyone in Northern Qi was overjoyed.