Fan Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he stood up directly in front of the shed, straightened his waist, and looked quietly at Yun Zhilan who was singing loudly.
At this time, everyone around the sword hut was kneeling, even the members of the Qing Kingdom's mission, in front of the coffin of the great master Si Gujian, sincerely knelt and saluted. His Majesty personally approved the minor etiquette, and no one had the slightest problem.
As a result, Fan Xian stood up with a long body, which was particularly dazzling. Among the thousands of people inside and outside, he and Yun Zhilan were the only ones standing in front of the large black coffin.
Fan Xian didn't want to kneel down in this life. Except for his parents, he was not in a very happy mood every time he knelt down to the emperor. Today, he was willing to kneel with his heart because he respected the strong and the dead. Zhilan's last words shocked him, and also turned his faint respect for Si Gu Jian into faint anger.
Everyone heard clearly Sigu Jian's last words relayed by Yun Zhilan. These were the words heard by the thirteen sons of Jian Hut kneeling in front of the bed at the same time. They all turned their eyes to Mr. Fan, who had stood up abruptly.
Dongyi native
Teaching sword skills personally
Really talented
Host Kailu
Countless pairs of shocked, puzzled and interesting gazes fell on Fan Xian, but they didn't make his clothes tremble in the slightest. He just looked at Yun Zhilan quietly, as if he wanted to distinguish whether this sentence was his own hallucination, or what.
Four messages were revealed in a simple sentence, and the four Si Gu Jian wanted to announce the message of the world.
Fan Xian's mother is Ye Qingmei. Although Ye Qingmei helped the rise of Qing Kingdom in the world, she should be regarded as a person from Dongyi City after all. This is no secret. As for the matter of personally teaching sword skills, since Si Gu Jian said so in his last words, everyone naturally believed that a great master was qualified to teach Xiao Fan the true meaning of Si Gu Jian. As for the evaluation of being a great talent, everyone also thought that Master Xiao Fan deserved it.
The problem is that these messages all vaguely revealed a smell, a smell of intimacy, a smell of wanting to drag Fan Xiansheng to Dongyi City.
Maternal lineage refers to blood relationship, granting swords is the meaning of master and apprentice, and great talent is Dongyi City's recognition of Fan Xian.
As for letting Fan Xian preside over Kailu in the end, that was the top priority.
Jian Hut has been in the world for dozens of years, and the real opening ceremony of accepting apprentices is only in the early 20s. Every time the opening ceremony is presided over by none other than Si Gu Jian himself.
Except for the three years of being seriously injured and waiting to die, Si Gu Jian paid special attention to the opening ceremony of Jian Hut, which also created a tacit agreement among the world.
Whoever presides over the opening of the hut must be the master of the sword hut.
Si Gu Jian's last words designated Fan Xian to open the hut, so naturally he handed over this sword hut, which contains countless masters and three generations of disciples.
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This was indeed something Fan Xian had never thought of. In the past two days, he has been thinking about how he can truly use the twelve swords except Yun Zhilan for him. Thirteen Lang doesn't need to think about it, he has already figured out the young man's temperament, so what about the other sword house masters
Unexpectedly, Si Gu Jian had thought about this problem for him in advance and solved it. It was just the solution to this problem that made Fan Xian stunned.
Three messages, one will, the sword hut belonged to him, from now on, what he said would be the same as what Si Gu Jian said back then, and a mountain gate belonged to him, it seemed a very wonderful thing. But Fan Xian knew that behind the beauty was Si Gu Jian's hidden ruthlessness.
This is a needle, a needle stuck between Fan Xian and the emperor Laozi. As a minister of Qing Dynasty, but became the master of Jian Hut, what would the emperor think? No matter how much the emperor trusted Fan Xian, could he just watch Fan Xian's power grow stronger and stronger? Especially when Dongyi City was so close and loyal to Fan Xian!
Even if the emperor's mind is like the ocean, his self-confidence is like the sun and the moon, and he doesn't care about anything at all, but what about his emotions? Humans are animals controlled by emotions, and the emperor certainly didn't like his illegitimate son to be too bright, even almost brighter than himself.
In the sky, there can only be one sun forever.
Fan Xian stared at Yun Zhilan's lips, and only then did he realize that before Si Gu Jian died, he had finally scolded himself and dug a hole for himself to jump into.
Yun Zhilan didn't seem to notice his gaze at all, and finished all Si Gu Jian's last words naturally and smoothly, then walked up to Fan Xian, bowed respectfully, and said, "Please."
What please? Please take a seat? please then please? A sneer appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips, and subconsciously glanced off the field from the corner of his eye. At this time, everyone in the field had already stood up, but they were still staring at what happened in front of the black coffin with that astonished expression.
Fan Xian glanced at the officials of the mission, especially the Minister of Rites. The servant of the Ministry of Rites sensed his gaze, frowned and thought for a long time, then nodded slowly.
This is the end of the exchange of thoughts between the two adults in the Qing Kingdom Mission. The Minister of Rituals naturally knows what Mr. Fan is worried about, but seeing that Dongyi City is about to surrender, he does not want to affect the overall situation because of this matter. . The Qing people's ambition to open up the border and expand the land was so strong that the servant thought that His Majesty would not be angry because Master Xiao Fan accepted the position of the master of the sword house without authorization.
Fan Xian pondered for a long time in silence, evaluating the pros and cons of this matter in his mind, especially after guessing that the emperor knew about it. What will be the reaction.
Yun Zhilan was not in a hurry, and looked at him slightly mockingly, waiting for his response.
Fan Xian knew what the other party was taunting, just like what his father said, he was indeed acting a bit ambiguous, not very straightforward, but...how did these people know that those who want to do big things must be cautious, let alone Facing the unfathomable Emperor Lao Tzu.
Finally Fan Xian took a deep breath and said with a smile, "I didn't expect to make Master die, but he still refused to let me go."
"Since we want to help Mr. Xiao Fan achieve immortality, the disciples of the Sword Cottage will naturally join his tent." Yun Zhilan seemed unable to hear the sharpness in his words, and said, "It's getting late, please take the sword, my lord." , and then go to Kailu."
Fan Xian didn't move, and suddenly asked: "After opening the hut, the three generations of sword hut disciples all obey my orders?"
"good."
"What about you?" He looked into Yun Zhilan's eyes and said with a smile, "If I asked you to dig 36,000 earthworms, would you agree?"
Digging earthworms is an interesting passage in another story in another world. Yun Zhilan has never heard of it, but it does not prevent him from answering extremely quickly. It is obvious that whether it is the dead Si Gu Jian or him at this time, Fan Xian This question has been well prepared.
"I am now the Lord of Dongyi City. Since I am an official, I have broken out of the hut." Yun Zhilan said with a sigh, but there was no sense of confusion in his words, "Now I am no longer a member of the sword hut. stay mine."
"So that's how it is." Fan Xian thought to himself that Si Gu Jian hadn't completely reassured himself, and wanted to single out the most troublesome Yun Zhilan. After a pause, he replied with a slightly mocking smile, and said, "But don't forget that your position as the lord of Dongyi City still requires the imperial seal of His Majesty the Daqing Emperor. If His Majesty doesn't like you, so do you." It can't be done."
Yun Zhilan's expression remained unchanged, and he replied, "I think Master Xiao Fan should make this happen."
The two of them spoke in an extremely low voice, and they stood alone in front of the black coffin, unexpectedly no one else could hear them. Fan Xian understood that what he said was to see whether he was willing to cooperate or even form an alliance with the power of Dongyi City, or to return to his status as a pure minister of the Qing Kingdom.
The hand that appeared suddenly after Si Gu Jian's death really disrupted Fan Xian's plan. He had to worry about the reaction of the capital, His Majesty's reaction. However, although this move was a bit cruel, it wasn't that Fan Xian couldn't accept it, at least it was much better than the situation he was so worried about.
He had always been afraid that after Si Gu Jian died, he would suddenly order the shadow to take over as the master of the sword hut.
In that way, Sigu Sword would be tantamount to forcing Fan Xian's forces to directly turn against His Majesty the Emperor.
As for the current scene, although there might be some gaps between Fan Xian and the emperor, Si Gu Jian kindly gave Fan Xian some more time to prepare.
Fan Xian couldn't help sighing when he thought of the many hidden hands that this emaciated great master had set up before his death. He also thought of the dark hands that Ku He had set up in Xiliang and Kyoto before his death. Only then did he realize that the realm of a grand master is not only in The cultivation of martial arts depends on people's hearts and world affairs, and all of them are wonderful minds and profound thoughts.
Fan Xian bowed his head in silence for a moment, then glanced at the servant of the Ministry of Rites below, nodded slightly, and then gently took Yun Zhilan's hand.
Yun Zhilan frowned slightly.
"Smile, since it's acting, we should act beautifully. We will be partners in the future, just like my Daqing court and your Dongyi city."
Fan Xian didn't look at him, but raised Yun Zhilan's hand with a smile.
The master of the second generation of Jian Hut and the unknown generation of Dongyi city master held hands tightly, before the black coffin of Si Gu Jian, in front of countless audiences.
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The opening ceremony is not complicated, but it has a sacred feeling. Fan Xian himself did not have a sacred belief in the sword, but when he gently pushed open the closed door of the thatched hut, he found that the attitude of the disciples of the sword hut towards him had changed slightly. The kind of respect and cooperation began to appear. He said something from the heart, even Wang Shisanlang was no exception.
As soon as the business was over, Fan Xian returned to the Nanqing Mission, and entered a quiet room with the Minister of Rites. This time it was only the opening ceremony and the second negotiation. Although the negotiation went extremely smoothly, it was still the final juncture of merger. Therefore, besides Fan Xian, the highest-ranking official sent by the Qing Kingdom was this servant.
If you really want to announce to the world that Dongyi City belongs to Nanqing, I am afraid that not only the Minister of Rites, but even His Majesty the Emperor will be interested in coming to accept the map and enjoy the worship of thousands of Dongyi people who were once foreign people.
The servant of the Ministry of Rites looked at Mr. Fan who was deep in thought and was speechless. After a long while, he said in a harmonious voice, "My lord, don't worry too much. We know what Dongyi City is thinking. We don't blame it. "
"That's what I said, but it's always inappropriate." Fan Xian sighed, and said gently, "I have to trouble my lord to quickly write a note and send it back to the capital, so His Majesty must know about it as soon as possible."
He couldn't help being troubled and said, "If it wasn't for being forced suddenly today, according to theory, there must be a will to dare to take over."
"The people in Dongyi City are still a bit unwilling." The servant shook his head and said, "But Your Majesty is wise enough to see the provocations of these people at a glance."
Fan Xian smiled, knowing that the servant could see his worries, but the other party didn't know his inner thoughts. Of course he wouldn't say anything, he frowned and said, "It looks like I have to go back to Beijing again."
"Although the negotiation is going well now, the resistance in Dongyi City is still very strong." The servant of the Ministry of Rites rolled his eyes and said, "If there is no young master in charge, I'm afraid things will change. Before coming, His Majesty ordered that we must go all out. Make this matter happen. I think the Lord will continue to sit here, and these specific reasons should be reported to the court by the lower officials when they return to Beijing."
Fan Xian was waiting for this sentence, and after thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "Thank you, sir."
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There was a stone on Fan Xian's heart. He knew the identity of the owner of the Sword Cottage, and that would not make the emperor's trust in him weaken immediately. Digging meat from that trust, who knows, one day, this piece of meat will be eaten by myself.
Si Gu Jian's move was to prevent Fan Xian from selling Dongyi City in the future—he sold Dongyi City to Fan Xian first. I would rather give Fan Xian a gift than Emperor Qing. If Si Gu Jian lost the bet, it would be just such an ending. And no matter how much fan Xian and the emperor were arguing, what happened to Si Gu Jian who was shut down
Fan Xian once again came to the beach outside Dongyi City. He squinted his eyes, sat on the bluestone, looked at the slowly undulating white waves, and seemed to see Si Gu Jian's cold and emotionless eyes in it.
"Everyone is pushing me down that road. Have you ever thought that I will have a hard time?" Fan Xian asked looking at Si Gu Jian in the waves.
Si Gu Jian seemed to answer a sentence: "Should I love you and Qing Ren?"
Fan Xian shook his head.
Si Gu Jian said: "So whether you are suffering or not, and whether the Qing Kingdom is chaotic or not, what does it matter to me?"
Fan Xian looked at the waves and said with a smile: "I can suffer, but I can't die, and the Qing Kingdom can't be chaotic. I love Qing Kingdom more than your Dongyi City."
"It's our Dongyi City."
"I'm from Qing."
"You are not from Qing, you are from the world."
Fan Xian slowly woke up from his sleep, thinking that he was actually not from this world, but why he was reluctant to part with people from this world. Could it be... This is the idealistic brilliance that the mother left in this body finally began to radiate
Just do your best and obey the fate. If you can't stop the bloody war from coming, if you can't change the history, then leave this world and live your own life.
You should think so.