The sky was already pale, and the morning breeze was blowing in the courtyard, but the light was still extremely dark. The man next to the rockery was dressed in coarse cloth, with an iron stick casually stuck in his waist, and his face was covered with a black cloth. It is integrated with the surrounding scenery and buildings, and there is no sound at all, and even the sense of existence is extremely ethereal. I am afraid that even if someone walks past him, they will not find him.
Fan Xian looked at his relative whom he had been with for sixteen years day and night. Thinking of not seeing him for so long, he couldn't tell what he felt. He wished to beat him up... but he definitely couldn't beat him, so he wanted to pounce on him. cry? Uncle Wu Zhu is not a sensationalist.
So he had no choice but to shake his head, forcibly suppressed the joy in his heart, walked over, and then found that Uncle Wu Zhu was holding a small knife in his hand, and was carving something non-stop. When he got closer, he realized that it was Chipping wood.
"Fortunately, it's not a statue of a woman... Otherwise, I would have thought you had turned into a blind detective, that wicked Li Xunhuan." The courtyard was quiet, and Fan Xian suppressed a smile and said, "Then I'll spit it out."
Wu Zhu nodded unexpectedly, and said, "Li Xun Huan is really shameless."
Now it was Fan Xian's turn to be stunned, and he said after a while, "Do you know Li Xun Huan?"
Wu Zhu put the wood chip and the knife back into his sleeve, and said indifferently: "Miss told this story, and she hates the male protagonist the most."
Fan Xian laughed and said, "It seems that my mother and I really look alike."
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After a while, the two of them appeared in the most secret room among the three study rooms in Fan's residence. Although there were no institutions around, no one could approach this study room without Fan Xian's permission. Even Fan Shangshu acquiesced to this. rule.
"Tell me, what have you been doing for the past six months." Without a doubt, Fan Xian was very interested in Wu Zhu's disappearance these days. Although I have confirmed my conjecture from that small piece of wood, but such shocking gossip news must always be heard from the mouth of the person concerned, which will be particularly exciting. At this moment, he seemed to have long forgotten the zhenqi in his body that was scurrying around like a little mouse, and he seemed to have forgotten that he should first ask Uncle Xia how to save his life, but instead stared straight into Wuzhu's eyes.
He also poured himself a cup of last night's remnant tea, naturally he didn't have Wuzhu's share, because Wuzhu didn't drink tea.
"I went to the north." Wuzhu thought for a while, as if confirming his itinerary, "Then, I went to the south."
Fan Xian was very used to his uncle's way of thinking that was very different from ordinary people, so he was not very annoyed by the boring answer, but asked patiently, "What are you going to the north for? What are you going to do to the south?"
"I'm going to the north to look for Kuhe." Wuzhu said calmly, not thinking that if the news spread, how many people would be scared to death, "I had a fight, and then went to the south to find someone."
Fan Xian chuckled, Ku He, the grand master of a generation, was injured, so it was naturally a good trick of the blind uncle in front of him. Immediately, he thought of a question, frowned and asked in concern, "Are you okay?"
Wu Zhu tilted his head slightly, looking at his left shoulder: "It's hurt here, it's already healed."
The words are still concise and concise, but Fan Xian can feel the danger in it. He has fought against Haitang, and he can more clearly feel the strength of Haitang's bald master, one of the top four masters in the world. fear. Although Uncle Wuzhu was very arrogant, but if he hurt the other party, he would inevitably have to pay some price, as long as he is better now.
"Why do you want to do it?" Fan Xian frowned.
Wu Zhu said: "For one thing, if he is in Northern Qi, I think it will be inconvenient for you." Fan Xian nodded. If Ku He had been sitting in the capital when he was on an envoy at that time, relying on his own strength alone would be decisive. It was impossible to play with the armed forces of the Northern Qi Dynasty and obtain so much useful information before Xiao En died.
Wu Zhu continued: "Secondly, I think I knew Ku He before, so I asked him about what happened back then."
Fan Xian suddenly raised his head and looked at him in surprise. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, thinking of Xiao En's memories of the Temple of Eternal Night before he died, and frowned and said softly: "...Maybe... Uncle is really real Knowing Ku He, at least back then."
Next, he told Wuzhu all the stories he heard in the cave, hoping that he could recall some important things, such as the relationship between Uncle Wuzhu and the temple. He heard from Uncle Wuzhu when he was a child that he and his mother They escaped from the house together, so this house...is it a temple
Wu Zhu was silent for a long time, and there was no common situation in novels where he held his head in meditation, scratched his hair in pain but couldn't remember anything, he just said simply: "I can't remember."
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So it was Fan Xian's turn to start scratching his hair. He muttered in a low voice, "What's this called?" He shook his head, trying to get rid of the disappointment in his heart, and asked, "Why didn't you return to Beijing after being injured? You've already been injured." Why don't you go to the south to find someone... Hey, is Ye Liuyun in the south?"
Wuzhu shook his head indifferently: "There are some problems in the south... After confirming that Ku He knew me, I went to the south to find the person with the problem, but unfortunately I couldn't find it."
Fan Xian felt even more headaches. For the past six months, he had been making troubles in the north and south, but his uncle didn't take a lot of rest. He played a pantomime with the Northern Qi State Teacher and went to the south to find relatives. But since Ku He knew five Bamboo... Yes, Xiao En said that Kuhe's good fortune today is inseparable from the trip to the temple back then. He knew his mother at that time, but mother and Wuzhu were not together at that time.
Problematic people on the south side? Who is it then? Fan Xian's mind turned very quickly, and he immediately thought of the case he had received when he went to Beijing. A cold-blooded serial murderer appeared in the south of Qingguo. Said Bingyun attached great importance to this matter, and planned to mobilize His Majesty's staff in the future. Follow Huwei to find someone. But since even Uncle Wu Zhu couldn't find that person, I'm afraid Xiao Yan will only be disappointed in the future.
He took a deep breath, put aside these things that did not affect him for the time being, and reported to his uncle what he had done in the past six months, and even revealed the secret agreement between himself and Haitang that no third party knew about. Wuzhu expected that there was no reaction.
Fan Xian knew since he was a child that Uncle Wu Zhu would not praise him, but he has done so many things, even killed Xiao En, and beat the second prince so miserably, you have to give some reaction to the story, right
Seemingly aware of Fan Xian's depression, Wu Zhu thought for a while, and then said something to explain: "It's all small things."
That's right, the struggle between himself and the second prince, in the eyes of Wu Zhu and His Majesty, is not much different from a child's quarrel. As for the secret agreement, perhaps His Majesty would be interested, but Uncle Wu Zhu would definitely be indifferent. Fan Xian figured this out, couldn't help laughing at himself, stretched out his right hand naturally, and said, "Recently my hands are shaking a lot, you have to help me see."
Wu Zhu, who learned that the qi in Fan Xian's body showed signs of runaway, remained calm and impersonal, and said, "I haven't practiced before, so I don't know what to do."
In the matter of life and death, Fan Xian finally lost his mind, and shouted in a low voice: "Things that don't even have a safety factor... I was just born at that time, and you let me practice... What if I practiced to death? "
"Miss said, this thing is the best." Wu Zhu replied indifferently: "And someone has practiced it before."
"Of course someone has practiced it before." Fan Xian unceremoniously poked a loophole in his uncle's words.
Wu Zhu didn't hide anything: "There's no big problem. At most, the true energy will be lost and you will become an ordinary person, unless you are stupid enough not to let go of these so-called true energy at the last moment."
Fan Xian is angry, you are a monster, of course you don't know how important true energy is to ordinary warriors. If he loses the domineering zhenqi in his body, not to mention overwhelming Haitang Duoduo, there are so many enemies in this world, they may destroy him anytime and anywhere.
"Then what should we do now?" He held up his trembling right hand like a demonstration, and said angrily, "Should we let it keep shaking to imitate Wu Mengda? Right now, it's just shaking hands. When the zhenqi in my body is thicker, I just want to let it tremble. I'm afraid I'm going to shake my butt."
Wu Zhu raised his head, the black cloth on his eyes seemed to be sneering coldly at Fan Xian in front of him: "If you don't practice, naturally there won't be any more true energy."
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One word awakens the dreamer.
Fan Xian was already used to meditating twice a day and practicing martial arts. He never thought of stopping practicing. Only now did he realize that before he found a solution, the first thing he should do was to stop practicing the nameless kung fu. His domineering zhenqi, although during the battle, the zhenqi in his body would naturally develop and grow, but it was slower than feeding him every day.
He nodded and sighed: "That's the only way, let the big bang come later."
Wu Zhu suddenly said, "Fei Jie left medicine for you."
Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that he still remembered what happened when he was a child. He nodded and explained, "The medicine is a bit overbearing. I'm worried that it will lose power after taking it."
Wu Zhu lowered his head, seemed to be remembering something, and suddenly said: "It should be useful, although it can only treat the symptoms."
At this time, Fan Xian didn't dare to believe all the words of this uncle. After all, the other party also threw the nameless kung fu that killed people on the side of his pillow, and said with a wry smile: "I'll talk about these things later, let me talk about you first The thing about it... I said uncle, before you disappear after playing, can you tell me first. "
"Is it necessary?" Wu Zhu asked seriously.
"Yes." Fan Xian nodded again and again, "On the way to Beiqi, I always thought that you were by my side, and that box was by my side too... so I was so courageous that I dared to bully Haitang Duoduo, but I didn't think you were not here... Such an accident Come, you will die."
After hesitating for a moment, Wu Zhu said: "Oh, I see."
Fan Xian heaved a sigh of relief. He was used to Wu Zhu staying not far from him since he was a child, such as in a carriage, such as in a grocery store, such as on a cliff by the sea. Much less. Although his current strength is enough to protect himself, he understands that as he develops in this world, he will face more and more challenges. Having such an uncle by his side will make him He feels that the whole world is a peaceful land, and the whole person will feel much safer.
"I'm planning to move out." Fan Xian coughed softly, "It's still a bit inconvenient to live in the back house. There are too many people, you can't live with us."
Wu Zhu tilted his head, wondering why he had to move for the sake of living in him.
"Wan'er hasn't met Uncle you yet." Fan Xian said seriously, "You are my dearest person, and I always want to see my wife."
Wu Zhu said slowly, "I've seen it."
"She hasn't seen you before." Fan Xian smiled wryly, "And you're always floating outside the house by yourself. I don't even know where you live or what you usually do. This feeling makes me... um, a little uncomfortable."
Wu Zhu tilted his head again, seeming to understand what Fan Xian wanted to express, and moved the corner of his lips, but still didn't smile, and said slowly, "You deal with it, but I don't want anyone but your wife Know that I am by your side."
Fan Xian nodded happily, but then thought of one thing, and said in embarrassment, "Ruo Ruo can't do it either? I've been thinking about letting her see you too."
"No." Wuzhu said indifferently: "That's it. You go about your business, just as if I didn't come back."
Fan Xian sighed a few times. Hearing the faint sound of people getting up outside the study, he walked out of the study rubbing his wrists.
In the study, Wu Zhu's expressionless face finally showed a smile that he only showed once in five hundred years, and this time the smile seemed to be more joking, as if he was making fun of Fan Xian for not knowing something. matter.
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In the autumn garden, the grass is dyed with hoarfrost, and the sun in the sky is gentle and gentle. Wrapped in a thin quilt, Fan Xian half-lyed on a soft couch in the garden, chatting and resting. Occasionally cough a few times, but it is much better than last night. There is a swing erected in a corner of the garden, and a few bold maids are swinging there. The light-colored skirts bloom like flowers on the small boards tied with long ropes. Beside the swing, two big girls, Sisi and Siqi, were watching with great interest, with occasional expressions of envy on their faces, but they were not willing to step on it to show their skills due to their self-esteem.
Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at that place, watching the girl's skirt spread out on the swing, like a flower, and also like a parachute from a previous life, and the waxy pants under the skirt sometimes appeared and disappeared. Peacock movie.
A hand stretched out from the side and fed him a thin slice of black dates, which were very light and carefully cut, which suited his appetite very well. He chewed it a few times, and said somewhat vaguely: "If you are not filial to your father, why did you come here?"
Wan'er and Ruoruo sat beside him respectively, serving this unconscious patient. Ruoruo smiled slightly and said, "Staying in the room all the time makes me feel bored too. My brother is sick, and I'm still interested in coming to the garden to watch the girls play on the swings."
Wan'er sneered and said, "He didn't come to see the swing, but the people on the swing."
Fan Xian didn't make any excuses, and said with a smile: "When you see the scenery, you always bring people along to see the scenery." Then he shouted loudly: "Sisi, don't act like a little daughter-in-law! If you want to swing, go up there. "
These words are prone to ambiguity. After he said it, he froze himself first. Fortunately, the girls next to him didn't understand why, and he was the only one who smiled awkwardly. He coughed slightly, and suddenly thought of something, and asked Wan'er next to him: "It's getting colder this autumn, look, the chrysanthemums in the garden at home are a little bit frozen, last time I said that the palace will be in the middle of the night." Why hasn’t there been any news about the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Party held in the suburbs of Beijing? When the first snow falls, there’s nowhere to go to see it, so aren’t those in the palace afraid of spoiling the fun?”
Wan'er rolled his eyes at him, and said with a smile: "It's a bit later than in previous years, but the news is that I'm going to the Hanging Temple to see the goldenrod chrysanthemums. Those little chrysanthemums are hardy to the cold, so I shouldn't be afraid."
Fan Xian couldn't help shaking his head, knowing that the postponement of chrysanthemum viewing was always inseparable from the recent excitement in Beijing. In the past two days, the general situation in the capital has been settled. Although many people think that at this time, he should strengthen his body so as to control the second prince's side, but he knows in his heart that the Overwatch Council does not need to worry too much. , all the plans have been made, and Xiaoyan is watching, he has a good sense of proportion, so it shouldn't be a problem.
His health has improved slightly, but he still pretends to be ill and does not go to the court to listen to the pilgrimage, nor does he want to go to a place or stay in the courtyard, but just hides in the garden at home as a patient in Kyoto, like watching a play, Watching the second child anxious over there.
"Higher! Higher!"
Fan Xian lay on the soft couch, under the service of his wife and younger sister, watching Sisi, who was full of courage, swinging higher and higher on the swing, as if she was about to swing out of the garden, fly over the high wall, and tower over the ground Looking at the scenery of Kyoto, I couldn't help laughing and shouting.