Ye Liuyun came and then left, really like clouds flowing around in the sky, without leaving any trace. The residents of Danzhou City didn't even know that one of the four great masters they often respected and mentioned in their chats had once come to Danzhou to drink, fight and sing.
Wu Zhu was slightly worried. There were not many people in this world who knew about his relationship with Miss, but Ye Liuyun was one of them, and he was not in line with his master status at all, and he was famous for his big mouth.
The fact that Ye Liuyun came to Danzhou was too strange, and he left after meeting him, Wu Zhu didn't believe it at all.
Fan Xian believed that Ye Liuyun was indeed just a simple traveler, so he patted Wuzhu on the shoulder and comforted him, "Who says you can't travel if you're an expert?"
It's just a very pure intuition.
His intuition has always been accurate, and he always feels that there is something wrong with his father in the capital, the Overwatch Council, an assassin, the second wife who is more courageous than a tigress... so he thinks that his father, Earl Sinan, is not as simple as it seems, at least Much more powerful than a coated slave like Cao Yin.
But the direction of his thinking went completely astray.
——He guessed whether his cheap father was the illegitimate son of the former emperor, Laocheng Wang, because his grandmother was a nanny in Chengwang's mansion back then, and the old emperor asked her to take him back and adopt him. Now Earl Sinan is sad about his life experience and hates his half-brother sitting in the dragon chair, but he can only be a little earl, so he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, and secretly communicates with the Overwatch Council and all reactionary forces that can be used They colluded and organized a group of private forces in a delusional attempt to accept all the property of His Majesty the Emperor.
And what about myself? And because my mother is undoubtedly a big shot, she became the product of some kind of marriage of family interests, and my own existence played a very important role in my father's great cause of rebellion.
When he told Wu Zhu the inferences he made when he was bored, Wu Zhu, who had never changed his face when the mountains collapsed, finally couldn't help but slammed the kitchen knife in his hand into the cutting board. Crazy imagination, showing a certain degree of respect.
It was precisely because of this that Wu Zhu decided not to take him out of Danzhou for the time being.
Since the crazy boy himself is not worried about the future, he still maintains a shy and curious smile on his face, and is always ready to devote himself to the rebellion of Earl Sinan, who does not exist, and seems to be aware of the possible dangers of this fallacy Don't care, what is the blind Wuzhu afraid of
Wu Zhu never worried about his own life or death, but only worried about Fan Xian. And once Fan Xian seemed extremely perverted and didn't worry about it, Wu Zhu would let him go—just like Fan Xian started drinking at the age of five—Wu Zhu was only responsible for protecting Fan Xian's safety, and would not take the initiative to give too many opinions .
From the bottom of their hearts, this pair of master and servant, and this pair of master and apprentice are very lazy and daring characters-it's not that they don't know how to plot, but they just feel that sometimes force in their hands is more powerful than conspiracy, so they subconsciously use others' Conspiracy is regarded as a matter of calm, so come and go, what else can you say.
The so-called bright moon river, the so-called Qingfeng hills.
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In fact, Fan Xian is not a bright moon, but a shy crescent moon—he is still afraid of death, because he does not have Wuzhu's peerless means, but he knows that if he has Fei Jie from the Overwatch Council behind him and this man beside him If he is a blind servant, then it is not so easy for him to want to die.
After witnessing the fight between Uncle Wu Zhu and Ye Liuyun, one of the four great masters, on the cliff, he was greatly shocked in his heart. For things like martial arts, he finally realized the same beauty as tea ceremony and calligraphy. That artistic beauty. So he temporarily stopped the work of plagiarizing the Dream of Red Mansions, and devoted himself to practice.
Wu Zhu himself didn't have very good swordsmanship and boxing skills, but he had a lot of research on how to kill a person, he paid attention to speed, accuracy, straightness, and ruthlessness. He once said to Fan Xian: "Don't believe in the smooth arc, enter You can attack, you can retreat, you can defend. If you want to attack the opponent, then you must walk in a straight line, use the fastest speed, walk the shortest distance, and cause the most irreversible damage to the opponent."
Fan Xian immediately thought of Uncle Wuzhu jumping off the cliff that day, and thought that this guy really walked the shortest distance, so he smiled wryly and shook his head, not knowing what year and month he would have to wait to reach that level.
One day after the radish silk tutorial, Fan Xian waved his slightly tingling right arm, looked at Wu Zhu with his back turned to him, and asked curiously: "According to what I said before, what level is my current realm? "
"Seven levels of qi level, three levels of control ability."
Fan Xian quickly calculated the result in his mind: "One average is level 5, which is higher than level 4. You can get a diploma." The young man was a little proud, and there was a hint of arrogance in his beautiful eyes.
Wu Zhu shook his head: "If you're lucky enough, you can kill a seventh-level person, but if you're unlucky enough, a third-level little thief may ruin your life."
Fan Xian smiled and sighed, thinking that this tender uncle was really straightforward enough, but his luck seemed to have always been good, otherwise he would not have come to this world after death.
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After Ye Liuyun came, Fan Xian's life in Danzhou was truly peaceful, no assassins came to make trouble, and the second wife became much more honest when she heard that she was seriously ill. Letters from Fan Ruoruo in the capital were still mailed once a month, while Fan Xian stayed in this seaside town, eating tofu, copying small books, occasionally wearing colorful clothes to be filial to the old lady, going to the grocery store to drink, Shredded radishes to drink with himself, life is very leisurely.
One day, a mirage appeared on the seashore, and the residents of Danzhou Port ran out to watch the excitement. Although they were all people who had lived by the seaside for a long time, they were still extremely excited to see those ethereal, fairyland-like islands on the sea level.
Wuzhu became weird, closed the door of the grocery store, walked to the remote seaside, went up the cliff alone, quietly "looking" at the picture over there, seemed to remember something that made him very unhappy.
The mirage didn't last long, and it dissipated after a while, but he still looked there quietly.
Looking over there through the black cloth, like he wasn't blind.
Fan Xian climbed up the cliff, his naked upper body looked very well-proportioned, and he had already gotten rid of his thin figure. He watched Wu Zhu sitting there quietly, not daring to disturb him, so he also sat down with him, looking at the other side being The setting sun in the west was reflected in a sky the color of fire.
After a long time, Wu Zhu suddenly asked coldly, "How old are you this year?"
Fan Xian tied his long black hair behind his head and tied it up casually, revealing that beautiful face that was finally showing its heroism in its childish beauty, and replied with a smile, "Sixteen."