In the Hanging Temple, the emperor has faded from his previous scowl, and his face is calm, just like the sawdust under his feet, the blood in the building, the corpses of guards and assassins, the injured and unconscious people, the slightly sweet smell in the surrounding air does not exist, just It seemed that he hadn't encountered a murder that the enemy had been planning for several years, but was just having a chrysanthemum appreciation meeting every three years.
Someone began to clean up the mess in the temple, and many masters of the palace crowded on the top floor, as if they wanted to crush the building. At first, the guards in charge of His Majesty's safety looked pale, and the eunuchs, including Eunuch Dai, were trembling. They didn't know if the assassination of the Holy Majesty would bring about any changes to their destiny, or whether it would directly stop their journey of destiny.
The prince had already got up from the ground, with tears streaming down his face, he knelt down in front of the emperor along with the eldest brother, pleading guilty: "My son is incompetent, I have frightened my father."
The First Prince spoke in an extremely heavy tone. He killed countless enemies in the west, but he never thought that when the assassins attacked, he would not even have the ability to react, and that Fan Xian whom he looked down upon... would be so skilled. Amazing, seeing the machine so quickly.
"Once you enter the ninth rank, you will be extraordinary... Although you are my sons, it is natural for you to be slow to react when you meet these desperadoes." The ninth-rank assassin under the father-in-law took another look at the wine glass that was trampled by the crown prince, and frowned slightly.
He gently embraced the third prince who was still terrified in his arms, but his eyes were on the chrysanthemums all over the mountains and plains downstairs. On the hillside, occasional movement could be faintly seen, and the branches and leaves flew lightly and shattered.
"Old slave, let's go." Eunuch Hong said humbly behind the emperor, he didn't seem to think that after an assassination, he should be firmly guarded by His Majesty's side, "Lord Xiao Fan has been ill recently, and this old slave is a little worried. "
The medicine sachet that Fan Xian threw down on the floor before he left was very conspicuous. The poisonous smoke filled the building, and some people would inhale it, so he left the antidote pills. Looking at the medicine sachet on the ground, thinking of the child's carefulness, the emperor's eyes flashed a trace of apology. Only then did he remember that Fan Xian, a child, has been suffering from physical problems recently, and Eunuch Hong visited Fan's mansion last time. In the end, it also proved that his illness was indeed troublesome.
His fingers lightly tapped the railing of the Hanging Temple a few times, and there was a clicking sound. Fan Jian, who had been shrinking behind the dignitaries below, seemed to have a feeling and glanced upstairs.
"You don't want to go." The emperor said coldly to Eunuch Hong, "I sent someone."
When the voice fell, there were several strange sounds from the mountain depression below the Hanging Temple. Several figures stood up from the hidden place, carrying long knives, and rushed into the sea of flowers along the steep rocky gap. Overtaking the Ouchi guards who set off a few moments earlier, they followed the traces of the first three people.
It was Tiger Guard.
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There is a temple in the mountain, and there is naturally a valley in front of the temple, but the valley is a bit steep.
Fan Xian was walking quickly in the fields in the ravine, occasionally reaching out his hand to push away the branches rushing towards him, smelling the faint fragrance of the broken goldenrod chrysanthemum petals in the mountains and fields, as if he had eaten opium, the true energy in his body followed Watching those two passages flow quickly, it quickly replenished his mental and strength consumption. His feet seemed to have eyes, and he stepped on the rocks below with incomparable accuracy. The speed rushes down the mountain.
Speaking of cliff jumping, apart from Uncle Wu Zhu, there is no one in this world who can jump faster than him. What's more, after the battle with the white-clothed swordsman today, his internal cultivation has naturally improved after being greatly shocked, and his true energy and mental state are at the peak, and the injury to his left shoulder is nothing at all.
The looming white figure tens of feet in front of him has extremely delicate movements, gathering and spreading apart like a cloud, and then shed the force of the downward thrust very softly, and the speed did not slow down, but after all it was not as good as Fan Idle is accelerated by gravity.
The distance between the two is getting closer.
As for the Ouchi guards who were still looking for the way to go down the mountain, they had been thrown down by an unknown distance, and the famous Ye Zhongren, whose cultivation base was obviously placed on the heavy word, was also pulled down. It's a long way.
Before the tea was cold, the two rushed to the foot of the mountain one by one. Looking at the faintly visible imperial army flags in the distance, Fan Xian heaved a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly found that the white-clothed swordsman in front of him slanted and forcibly reversed his direction, brushing the edge of the sparse forest at the foot of the mountain, heading west swept away.
Having already set foot on flat ground, Fan Xian's speed should have been slower than that of the white-clothed swordsman, but the white-clothed swordsman obviously suffered a great loss from Ye Zhong's palm.
But looking at the direction chosen by the other party, Fan Xian still couldn't stop his heart from trembling slightly.
It is inconvenient to communicate up and down the mountain. Even if the news of the assassination of the Holy One has already spread, it is difficult for the forbidden army below the mountain to respond immediately. What's more, the direction chosen by the swordsman in white is the most difficult place for the forbidden army to take care of. In the original dense forest, although the area of the forest is not wide, it is enough to cover the white-clothed swordsman to come out lightly.
He chased after silently, hoping that the commander of the imperial army would not forget the direction because of Gong Dian's negligence.
To his relief, the dense forest was clearly guarded, and the white-clothed swordsman made another forced turn while running at high speed, piercing through in the direction of two o'clock.
Fan Xian followed closely.
The swordsman in white turned again.
Fan Xian followed again.
Changing direction several times like stabbing, the white-clothed swordsman beautifully kept the distance from the distant imperial army, and Fan Xian didn't have the extra strength to call his brothers for help.
With a whoosh, the white-clothed swordsman suddenly accelerated and swept towards a lake directly in front of him!
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After Fan Xian also gritted his teeth and rushed over, he discovered a fact with some horror.
I have followed the assassin through the siege of the forbidden army at the foot of the mountain!
The front is empty and unguarded. Fan Xian's heart was shocked, and he couldn't understand how the white-clothed swordsman escaped the attention of the imperial guards. Apart from the quickness of the two, the only explanation is that this swordsman in white is familiar with the arrangement of the Imperial Army and the emergency response of the Qing court to a terrifying degree!
Reminiscing that Gong Dian hadn't appeared in the Hanging Temple today, Fan Xian felt a chill creeping up his back. But this is not the time to think about plots and tricks. Ye Zhong is too heavy, the guards are too slow, and there is no one around. If this assassin disappears from his eyes, Fan Xian knows how much trouble he will cause.
You can't look back, you can only fly, you can only chase, and chase after chase.
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Fan Xian has enough confidence in his tracking skills, especially at night by the North Sea, when he led a few tiger guards and forcibly chased Xiao En, who ruled the world back then, miserably, he didn't believe it at all. Besides the four great masters, who else can escape from his own tracking.
But today, a series of accidents followed one after another, which made him feel a little chilled. First, the opponent was able to easily penetrate the blockade of the imperial army, and then the opponent showed a very strong ability to escape, from the foot of the mountain to the lake, passing through the lake, shuttling between farmhouses and fields, the swordsman in white was killed several times. If it wasn't for Fan Xian's astonishing eyesight and extraordinary luck, he would have been thrown off by the opponent long ago.
Moreover, the calmness shown by the white-clothed assassin along the way... even dodging like an instinctive reaction, really made Fan Xian very admired. He has been exposed to the Overwatch Council since he was a child, and of course he knew how many years of immersion it would take. achieve.
Especially when he noticed that the other party's method of covering up the traces was very sophisticated and had a gloomy flavor, which always made Fan Xian feel very familiar—like the darkness he was already very familiar with. The swordsman was dressed in white, which seemed out of place.
Presumably this is the true side of the white-clothed swordsman, calm and needless to say, ruthless, decisive, all of which are the best in the world.
Although the sword on the Hanging Temple was brilliant and extremely heroic, in Fan Xian's view, it was not as astonishing as the dark aura emanating from the opponent at this time. The real strength displayed by this person may have already surpassed it. The old Xiao En is still above his true strength.
Fan Xian became more and more frightened. On the Hanging Temple, he was indeed too impulsive and passionate. Only when he calmed down could he correctly assess the power of the opponent's sword. If it hadn't been for Ye seriously injuring the other party, perhaps the only thing Fan Xian had to do at this time was to stop immediately, and the farther he was from the man in white in front, the more at ease he would be.
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In front of the two of them, the capital was in sight, the city was towering and imposing.
With a bang of a tiger, the white-clothed swordsman did not stop, and took off his snow-white gown with one hand, revealing a plain and simple dress underneath, just like the common clothes of residents in central Beijing.
The white shirt fell into the mud, and a moment later, a toe tapped lightly on the shirt, and a figure quickly passed by.
Fan Xian looked at the swordsman who had disguised himself as an ordinary citizen in the distance, and his admiration for him was beyond measure. The other party did not flee to the suburbs like ordinary assassins, but instead wanted to throw himself into a trap and enter the capital. There are thousands of people in this capital. The other party must have a reliable identity to cover up the crowd, even if the Overwatch Council did its best. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find him again.
The imperial family gathered at the Hanging Temple today, and the defense of the capital was naturally lax. The soldiers at the city gate only felt a blur in front of their eyes and rubbed their eyes, but they didn't know what happened.
Fan Xian could see clearly that the man had already mixed into the crowd in the capital, so he rushed directly from the city gate without fear of shocking the world.
He was not blocked when he entered the city, and he was still able to barely catch the assassin. In a complex terrain like Kyoto, it is the time to really study the abilities of the dark assassins. Fan Xian tried his best to avoid the same figure as the shadow in front of him. Fortunately, he is in a very good state of mind today, and his speed has not slowed down a bit.
The silent pursuit and anti-stalking were carried out among the houses and alleys in Kyoto. The danger may not be as dangerous as the last time by the North Sea, but the degree of tension is still greater.
A figure floated from the corner of the building, stepped on his cloth shoes, walked through the lively old city street, and knocked over a hawker selling candied haws. It was this collision that allowed Fan Xian to judge clearly that the assassin was seriously injured, and it seemed that he could no longer support himself, so he could not control his body.
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A dead-end alley suddenly appeared, and after a rush of light footsteps, Fan Xian finally succeeded in blocking that person at the end of the alley.
After repeated trekking and exerting his heart and mind, his face was a little unnaturally pale, but there were two blushes of excitement on his cheeks, and his eyes were shining brightly, which was the manifestation of the extreme vitality in his body.
But the condition of the assassin in the alley was even worse, his white clothes had gone, and he could already see blood seeping faintly under his ordinary clothes.
The assassin turned around. It was a completely unfamiliar face to Fan Xian, and it was also extremely pale. Thinking about it, he seldom sees the sun on weekdays, and he doesn't know if he has ever disguised himself. With a hoarse voice, he looked at Fan Xian who was only ten steps away from him, and said:
"Master Fan, aren't you tired?"
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, and said softly, "I didn't expect you to be able to run so far."
The assassin smiled slightly, gently reached into his outer clothes, and slowly took out the ancient sword that was as cold as autumn water. With the sword in his hand, the temperament of his whole body changed, and he was immediately replaced by a fleeing dark assassin. , turned into a proud swordsman, full of self-confidence and pride.
"I didn't want to kill you."
Fan Xian was silent, knowing that if the other party was not injured, he would indeed have enough strength to say such a seemingly arrogant sentence. Feeling the chilling sword intent at the end of the alley, he subconsciously prepared to pull the trigger of the dark crossbow, took out the black dagger hidden in his boots, and threw out the best poisonous smoke...unexpectedly...the dagger didn't touch it, and the poisonous smoke The smoke is gone, and the dark crossbow is gone.
"You are naked." The unknown assassin said indifferently: "You only have three arrows, a dagger, and fourteen explosive smoke pills, and now... you are naked."
Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, his complexion sank, knowing that he had indeed run naked into Beijing, and the three magic weapons that had always been able to help him were no longer by his side—with these three magic weapons in hand, he dared to fight Haitang head-on. But at this time, facing a master whose overall strength is definitely not inferior to Haitang, what can Fan Xian do? He can only wish that the other party's injury will develop faster... Uncle Wu Zhu can come faster.
The ample zhenqi in his body, which has now reached its peak, makes his mind firm and confident. The zhenqi flowing quickly in the meridian is like countless naughty children, persuading him, relying on his own strength, to fight with the other party Fight hard.
But unexpectedly... He just took a deep breath, suppressed his fighting spirit, looked at the other party with no emotion, and said with a smile: "Tell me about your identity that can satisfy me." ... I won't chase."
This is a deal, this is a deal that he has to take the risk to follow this supreme master to the middle of the capital... and to make it. The assassination in the Hanging Temple was too weird, Gong Dian's bizarre dereliction of duty, the excellent arrangement of the assassination, the appearance and departure of the assassin in front of him, and his familiarity with Qing's internal affairs all revealed a terrible truth. , there must be more than one faction involved, and there must be personnel from Qing Kingdom involved!
Fan Xian just needed to know the true origin of this matter, not to wash away the shame for His Majesty like a warrior. He was not a purely loyal minister, he cared more about the relationship between this assassination and himself, his father, and the Overwatch Council.
"Don't talk about integrity." Fan Xian still lowered his head, and said with a smile: "You and I are all the same way, and we know that it is meaningless to promise such things, give me the information I need, and I will let you go. "
The assassin remained silent, acquiescing to what he said. But just when Fan Xian thought that the other party would accept this seemingly fair and absolutely win-win deal for both parties, the other party suddenly said, "The question now is, if I kill you, can I leave anyway?"
This world is really wonderful. Fan Xian strongly rejected the second prince's proposal of reconciliation and symbiosis, which was very happy in everyone's eyes, and at this time, someone also strongly rejected him.
By what? Of course it is strength.
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The sword light seemed to illuminate the entire alley in an instant, and the fallen leaves in late autumn were also blown up by the sword wind, flying chaotically between the two of them. Accompanied by the poignant and beautiful fallen leaves, the ancient long sword suddenly and resolutely came to Fan Xian.
Just like being on the top floor of the Hanging Temple, Fan Xian's true energy rushed out of his body, transported to his palms, and opened up the sky and the earth. Don't even look at it.
The wind of the palm was so strong that it shook the swordsman's hair back like steel thorns.
In terms of martial arts, he was not as good as the opponent, so he had to fight for his life. And he is very clear, the more the killer is a top assassin, the more he cherishes his life, the more proud he is, how can he change his life.
As he wished, the opponent really swung his horizontal sword and slashed towards his palm. Fan Xian withdrew his hands extremely quickly, turned into two black shadows, and hit the opponent's temples directly. The punches were clean and simple, but extremely fierce.
At this moment, the swordsman who was fighting against him did something that Fan Xian could never have expected!
A swordsman no longer wields his sword gracefully like a great painter, no longer wields his sword so skillfully...he just abandons his sword.
The long sword was released from his hand and shot out quickly, directly hitting Fan Xian's throat, but his body shrank strangely, avoiding Fan Xian's fierce fist, and put his hand on the cuff of his left leg.
Take out a dull dagger!
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Fan Xian let out a muffled cry, retracted his fists, and staggered blows. Relying on his domineering true energy, he knocked that deadly sword into the air. The ancient sword flew out in a straight line, and stuck into the wall of the alley with a chirping sound, trembling and buzzing.
What surprised him even more was that the other party actually took out a dagger from his boot and stabbed at him. Fan Xian was so familiar with this move!
When the swordsman had the ancient sword in his hand, he was a peerless swordsman who was open and upright, open and closed, and upright, so Fan Xian responded with domineering true energy, but after the swordsman abandoned the sword, the brilliance of his whole person seemed to have disappeared. , turned into a phantom in the autumn wind, holding a sharp dagger in his hand, stabbing out.
This kind of strong temperament change happened suddenly, Fan Xian almost couldn't cope with it, and a small bloody gash was drawn on his left arm!
In an instant, the two black and gray figures began to wrestle in the alley like this. The close-to-body fights were all carried out in strange ways. assassination. The movements of the two became faster and faster, bending their elbows and raising their knees, lifting their stomachs and chopping their feet, standing from the corner to the wall, and then falling to the ground... A series of physical blows sounded one after another, which was thrilling.
If Fan Xian hadn't been tempered and raised by Wu Zhu since he was a child, if he hadn't been deeply immersed in the style of the Overwatch Council, he would have walked this way all the time, he might have already been poked into countless blood holes by that dagger, but it was him. No matter how fast he hid, he was still cut countless bloody gashs on his body by the dagger that seemed to be infected with the soul-devouring energy.
The other party must be very clear about the structure of the Overwatch Council's official uniform, and the cuts made by the tip of the knife are all places that have not been protected.
And what frightened Fan Xian the most was that the other party had studied him very thoroughly, and he had calculated his attack route to death, and the little tricks he relied on to save his life were always guessed by the other party before he launched it. He took the initiative and dodged it. Whether it was twisting his tail finger, inserting his eyeballs, pinching his scrotum, or wanting to throw an elbow... any shameless, obscene and insidious tricks were useless!
A light gray light flashed across Fan Xian's eyes, and the tip of the dagger stabbed straight down. This reminded him of Uncle Wu Zhu's stick, and the words that Uncle Wu Zhu said— Straight, accurate and ruthless.
The reason why Fan Xian recalled the past emotionally when he was about to belch is because he still has a big coffin-splitting move, and there is a blade hidden in the toe of his boot.
As soon as he shook his hand, the violent zhenqi burst out of his body, and the Overwatch Council official uniform on his arm was shaken to shreds. The charm of Ye Liuyun's loose hands under the sea cliff. Hit with a snap.
The assassin who was attached to his left arm like a ghost felt a powerful and heart-piercing zhenqi blowing towards his face, and the opponent's fingers spread out like a dead branch trembling!
The assassin's chest felt tight and he was knocked out. He also stepped on the tip of the boot that Fan Xian kicked insidiously, and stepped back three feet!
Fan Xian let out a muffled groan, clutched his left arm that had been injured by the knife, and looked at the terrifying enemy in front of him. Finding that the other party is also covering his lips to bleed, he feels a little relieved.
It's just that Uncle Wu Zhu hasn't come yet.
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The assassin bent his elbow, held the gray dagger horizontally in front of his eyes, and said hoarsely, "I learned this from you."
Fan Xian's face was gloomy, feeling that his energy was continuously draining with the blood from the wound, he said coldly, "You're welcome."
There was no time left for him to heal his wounds and adjust his breath, and the other party was obviously stronger than himself in terms of tolerance to injuries, so Fan Xian didn't have another word, just tapped his toes on the wall of the alley, and kicked off a few pieces of dust Brick, the whole person has already rushed over, going forward like a tiger, going forward without hesitation!
The assassin took a step back, jumped up, swung the knife with his backhand, and stabbed him at the temple.
Fan Xian froze, his aura changed from extremely violent to extremely feminine, and his whole body ventured around the dagger half a circle. A cold light flashed between the two fingers of his right hand, and the ghostly stretched out from the back of his neck. Going out... In the blink of an eye, the poisonous needle was about to be lightly tapped, and the hand holding the dagger was stabbed... in the jaws of a tiger!
But he didn't expect that the knife that the assassin raised in his backhand was actually an illusion. When the tip of the needle reached over, the opponent had calmly pulled back the dagger three inches, allowing the poisonous needle to pierce the horizontal surface of the dagger. The needle tip was short and extremely fragile!
Immediately afterwards, the assassin put a knee on Fan Xian's back. A sharp pain made him turn sideways, and then he saw that the terrifying dagger was only a very short distance from his chest.
—Looking at this dagger, Fan Xian was in despair. The opponent was so well prepared that he could clearly feel the three hairpins that saved his life!
And... Wu Zhu hasn't come yet.
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With a heavy blow on his waist, Fan Xian's muffled groan turned into an extremely violent cry!
"ah!"
At the moment of life and death, he finally stimulated the greatest potential in his body, sucked all the powerful lethal power into the snow mountain, urged the domineering true energy into his arms, and clamped the dagger!
When the palms and the dagger were clamped, there was an extremely unpleasant hoarse sound, as if a red-hot iron was slowly scratching across the rough soles of the feet.
The two were so close that Fan Xian could see the smile in each other's eyes.
Things like bad luck always come together. At this time, Fan Xian had reached the most dangerous moment, and the biggest hidden danger in his body finally broke out, letting out a fatal roar.
Violent zhenqi, like a disobedient child or an unruly beast, began to beat unsteadily in his meridians, and the zhenqi accumulated at the snow-capped mountain seemed to have followed this scene. The exhausting fight finally broke through the limit.
exploded.
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In such an extremely short moment, Fan Xian had already felt pain that he had never felt before. Every nerve in his body that could feel it seemed to be torn apart. The pain was extremely painful, and the true energy in his body was Breaking through the wall of the tube in such a frenzied way, it entered his body, and was annihilated in the internal organs for a moment, and could no longer be mobilized.
There is no real energy, and the palms are naturally weak.
There was a soft chirp, and the gray dagger, which had never been able to really stab Fan Xian, pierced into his chest in such a simple, even absurd way.
Fan Xian let go of his palms, and watched in disbelief that a dagger suddenly appeared on his chest, and he could only see the back part.
Even the top assassin on the other side seemed to be stunned. He looked at the dagger on Fan Xian's chest foolishly, but didn't make any further moves.
I don't know how long it took before that kind of pain reached Fan Xian's mind, and he realized that he had been stabbed deeply. He was afraid that this little life would be so muddle-headedly handed over to a little boy in another world. in the alley.
Unwilling! There are still many things that have not been done. Haven't had a baby yet, haven't copied seventy-eight chapters of "Dream of the Red Chamber", haven't gone to the inner treasury to look at Ye Qingmei's belongings, haven't gone to the temple to peep, haven't stood on the palace hall to declare their identity to the world .
The most unwilling thing is... Blind man, why haven't you come yet
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"Accident."
Surprisingly, besides Fan Xian who never forgot his previous life, Zhou Xingxing, who said these two words, there was also Jian Rong who was opposite, but Fan Xian said it extremely unwillingly, and the other party said it extremely innocent.
The assassin finally let go of the dagger. Fan Xian's legs gave way and he fell to the ground.
When the most elite tiger guards of Emperor Qing finally rushed to the alley after all the hard work, they didn't have time to participate in the fierce fight, but only had time to watch a man who looked like an ordinary person loosen the knot on Master Fan's chest. dagger, and then turned into a black shadow, passing directly over the wall at the end of the alley.
As for Master Xiao Fan, these tiger guards secretly chanted that the extremely powerful big man fell straight on the ground in the alley like a drunkard after drinking.
"Hurry up!" You Huwei roared in a low voice.
"Divide into two, save people first!"
The leader of this line of Tiger Guards, Gao Da, with a murderous and extremely gloomy face, squatted next to Fan Xian, looking at the young official on the ground in front of him who brought him on an envoy to Northern Qi, feeling extremely nervous and worried.
After an unknown amount of time, a voice finally sounded in the alley.
"I can't die." Panting, Fan Xian leaned against Gundam's arms, looking at the large patch of bright red on his chest, "The penetration wasn't deep enough... But, quickly ask the imperial doctor... to go to my sister's house to get the detoxification pill... In addition, please His Majesty urgently summoned Fei Jie back to Beijing...my life is of the utmost importance."
After saying this, Fan Xian passed out as soon as he closed his eyes, but before he passed out, he still had a vague look at the earthen wall where the assassin escaped. The strange situation after the accidental serious injury had already made him vaguely guess the identity of the terrifying assassin, but this matter was too complicated and terrifying, so terrifying that he would rather subconsciously let himself unconscious than continue with this matter think about it.