Baoyue Tower is really not simple. Looking at the hidden and excellent eavesdropping equipment, you can know that the owner behind this brothel not only counts on these flesh and blood businesses to make money for him, but also puts his heart into the bed, talking lewdly. Among them, they collected secrets that the dignitaries and nobles in Kyoto would never reveal to the public during the day. If Fan Xian hadn't been careful, it would have been difficult to find out that there was something weird about the handrail next to the toilet.
Sang Wen looked at him with a strange expression, then gritted his teeth suddenly, and knelt down straight to Fan Xian.
Fan Xian smiled gently, but he didn't stop her. He had already checked, no one should be able to eavesdrop on his conversation. As for why Sang Wen knelt, he clearly guessed it, but he wouldn't say it out. He sat on the chair, pulled a thin quilt to cover Yan'er who was sleeping on the couch, and said with his head half down, "I ask, you answer."
Sang Wen understood, stood up from the ground with an expectant look on his face, carefully stood in front of Fan Xian, but glanced behind him. Fan Xian shook his head. He didn't want to spend more time explaining, but he wanted to reassure the other party, so he said, "She won't wake up for a while, and she won't be able to eavesdrop. Don't worry."
Sang Wen just nodded.
Fan Xian didn't ask Sang Wen whether the Tianshangjian where she was staying had collapsed, what method Baoyuelou used to snatch her here, these useless questions, but asked directly: "Do you have a contract to hold her?" In the hands of Yuelou?"
Sang Wen was overjoyed, knowing that Master Fan wanted to help him out of trouble, he said anxiously: "Yes, but they forced..."
Before she finished speaking, Fan Xian continued to ask: "You were sent to serve me today, what do the people in the building have to say?" As Sang Wen, Fan Xian's pretending to be Mr. Chen must not be qualified to let her sing. .
Sang Wen fully trusted Fan Xian at this time, because in her opinion, only the most popular Supervisor of the Overwatch Council in Kyoto can help her escape from this unfathomable building and help Tianshang, who has been crushed miserably. Taking revenge in time, he said without hesitation: "I overheard that the people in the building seemed to suspect that Sir is a master of the 13th Yamen of the Ministry of Punishment. They came to investigate the murder case a few days ago, so they sent Yan'er as a red card."
Fan Xian laughed at himself, thinking that he was disguised, but Baoyuelou somehow smelled the smell, it was just a wrong guess. Sang Wen looked at his expression and explained: "The entourage next to you has an official smell about him, and that smell is terrifying."
This is naturally Deng Ziyue.
Fan Xian waved his hand and changed the subject: "I want to know, guess, who is the real owner of this Baoyue building." The word guessing was used in the words because there were people in the Overwatch Council who were helping to conceal it. It is also impossible for Sang Wen to know the real owner of this brothel, but she has been staying in the building for a long time, there will always be some clues.
Although Sang Wen didn't know why the majestic supervisor of the Overwatch Council was interested in this, he still tried his best to recall it. Some said uncertainly: "It should have something to do with Shangshu Lane. The owner of Baoyue Tower is very secretive every time he comes, but the carriage is rarely changed. Although there is no family emblem on the carriage, but In the past two months, the fallen leaves of the big locust tree can be seen on the roof of the car. This tree is a species of Northern Qi. In the whole of Kyoto, there is only a row of varieties on both sides of Shangshu Lane, so I can be sure that the carriage is coming from Shangshu Lane. "
Fan Xian glanced at her, Sang Wen understood, and immediately explained: "I lived in Shangshu Lane for many years when I was young, so I know about it."
Fan Xian kept talking, "What's the name of the girl in charge in this building?"
"It should be Yuan."
The girl's words were urgent, fast, and steady. Fan Xian glanced at her appreciatively, and said, "Young lady is thoughtful, so you can work in my yard."
The people living in Shangshu Lane are not Shangshu, but a group of dukes who were canonized at the beginning of the founding of the country.
As for the girl in charge surnamed Yuan, Fan Xian smiled bitterly, and naturally thought of the girl Yuan Meng under Hongcheng.
After receiving this useful news, Fan Xian was already very satisfied with the results tonight, so he thought about chatting with Sang Wen for a few words. From the conversation, he learned that Baoyuelou was indeed powerful behind him. It opened, but within a short period of time it wiped out several peers in Kyoto who dared to compete. The methods behind it were extremely bloody, otherwise Sang Wen would not have been forced to enter the building.
"In two days, I'll send someone to redeem you." Fan Xian didn't feel pity, but believed in the principle of equality in transactions, and it felt a little uncomfortable for the singer to be in such a gloomy brothel. Wan'er also likes this woman, and in a few days, she will ask the people in the courtyard to come to Baoyuelou with a name card. If she wants to come to Baoyuelou's owner, she will always give herself this face.
Sang Wen was overjoyed! She felt precarious in Baoyue Building, and she even watched the girl kidnapped from another house being beaten to death by the thugs in the building. The gift of words, but no matter what, I never thought of looking for him. After all, the status and status of the two are too far apart. Unexpectedly, by chance today, he met Shixian again and got this promise. With Fan Tisi's status in the court, this matter is naturally settled. Thinking of this, Sang Wen had mixed feelings, and bowed down in tears.
Fan Xian had already been kneeled by her, and he didn't want to be kneeled again, so he stretched out his hand to help.
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At this moment, there was an extremely angry shout outside the courtyard!
"I kill you!"
Following the angry roar of a middle-aged man, the door was shattered, and a figure pierced through the wind. It was as violent as thunder, and that powerful palm landed on Fan Xian's chest. !
"No!" Sang Wen fell to the ground in shock, saw the man's appearance clearly, covered his face and shouted, with indescribable astonishment and worry.
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The wind of the palm flew towards his face like a knife. Fan Xian stood sideways, neither turning his body nor turning his head. He just stretched out his ordinary right hand from his sleeve and handed it out lightly.
His palm seemed to be slow, but it was an illusion brought about by super stability. When his palm was stretched out, the sneak attacker's Thunder Palm had just hit.
A delicate and stable palm came first and then came, lightly patting on the calloused and extremely thick palm, just... just a light pat.
With a light tap, there was a loud bang!
The sneak attacker who came with the force of wind and thunder came fast and flew even faster, but was blown away by Fan Xian's seemingly understatement palm, like a flying stone thrown by a trebuchet !
The wooden door that had been broken into pieces was hit again, and the retreat of the warrior continued! It hit the courtyard door directly, smashed the thick wooden door into pieces, and fell directly into the water, causing a large splash of water!
Fan Xian stood quietly in the room with his hands behind his back, very quiet, as if he hadn't made a move before.
Sang Wen looked at the scene in front of him, and let out another inconceivable exclamation, and his gaze towards Fan Xian became extremely shocked. Gosh! How can such a gentle and kind adult have such a powerful and domineering true energy!
But she didn't have time to recollect Fan Xian's slap, she held up her skirt, with tears on her face, and rushed to the side of the thin lake, not knowing whether the person who received Fan Xian's slap was alive or dead.
Fan Xian's hands behind him were stained with grass mud. Knowing that the man had been lurking on the grass outside the courtyard, he frowned slightly and said inexplicably, "Sword kings and the like are indeed reckless."
Since Sang Wen is well-known in the capital, there will naturally be some infatuated flower protectors. Although these Jianghu people are no match for Baoyuelou's methods, they still have to do their best to protect Sang Wen from being tarnished. The previous martial artist must have been guarding outside the hospital for a long time. After the song ended, he did not see Sang Wen leave the hospital. He was anxious and couldn't see clearly through the window. He mistook Fan Xian's support as frivolous. That's why I couldn't help but protect the flowers.
Fan Xian knew that he couldn't hide this situation from anyone, so he laughed at himself, put his hands behind his back and walked out of the courtyard. At this time, Deng Ziyue had already stood by his side with a full face, but Shi Chanli was probably still drunk. He looked sideways at the second team leader of the Qi Nian team that he had personally chosen, and nodded with some satisfaction.
He was not only satisfied with Deng Ziyue's reaction speed, but also with his palm just now.
It was only after that slap of the palm that he realized that he had practiced hard in Cangshan Mountain and went to Northern Qi Dynasty from Danzhou to Kyoto, and he had encountered many encounters along the way, which was really a rare opportunity. The pressure on the mission, the fight with Xiao En, the fight on the cliff of Yanshan Mountain outside Shangjing, the seemingly casual but actually meaningful interaction with Haitang, finally let the nameless kung fu practiced by him begin to be closely related to himself and the world. The different meridians gradually joined together, and his martial arts cultivation had reached a very stable and terrifying level.
If it had been changed to before, even if this palm had completely crushed the opponent's right arm, it would be impossible to have such a domineering aftertaste. Thinking of this episode, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel grateful to the dead Sean, With Haitang, of course, he is most grateful to the old cripple for creating such a good opportunity for himself.
You don't have to thank Uncle Wu Zhu, he's one of his own.
The water on the lake was not still, and the big man lay on the water, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Because of the dense night, even with the lights on the lakeside, he couldn't see the blood in the lake clearly.
In a very short period of time, Baoyue Tower reacted, and the sounds of joy reappeared in various courtyards, and the big man in the lake was also caught with a net.
The thugs from the Baoyue Building gathered by the lake, but a half-old lady who walked with style faced Fan Xian with a terrified expression, and apologized repeatedly: "I didn't protect you well, and you scared Mr. Chen, you deserve everything!" Die."
There is panic on the face, and the words are deadly, but there is a look of temptation and coldness in the eyes.