"For the sake of the world, please rest in peace."
Hearing these words in the rain, Fan Xian couldn't stop laughing, not exaggeratedly, the half of his delicate face exposed outside the hat, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, showing a trace of disdain, a trace of absurdity. This was his truest inner reaction. He probably never thought that when he entered the Qing Temple in the rain, he would meet these ascetic monks, and the aura displayed by these ascetic monks was so weird.
What is a temple? Few people in the world knew about it, and the only one who knew about that misty place was undoubtedly Fan Xian who died with Xiao En. In the days after his rebirth, he had guessed this question more than once, but there was no fundamental revelation. Fan Xian knew a lot of priests, ascetics, or monks who served temples in this world, and the most famous of them was undoubtedly the Northern Qi State Teacher, the head of Tiandao, Master Kuhe. However, even Master Ku He, thinking about it, would never think that he had inherited the will of the temple, pityed the hard work of the common people, and would punish him on behalf of the heavens.
These ascetic monks in the rain in front of them were extremely serious and resolute when they said such words, Fan Xian couldn't help but secretly sneered.
"Why must I rest in peace, not someone else?" Fan Xian slowly suppressed the smile on his face, looked at the ascetic monks around him and asked calmly: "If there is a god in the world, it must be in his eyes that all living beings It must be equal, and that being the case, why are you targeting me? Could it be that the ascetic monks who serve the temple...are just bullying rats?"
These sarcastic words obviously had no effect on those ascetic monks. They still knelt quietly around Fan Xian, looking as if they were worshiping him. Xian's figure was firmly controlled in the field.
"It's not difficult for me to enter the palace to plead guilty, but I need an explanation. Why is it me?" Fan Xian slowly tore off the rain hat attached to his collar, letting the faint raindrops slowly flow on his smooth black hair Next, he said seriously: "I didn't know that you, who are unknown to the public, are such fanatics. I can also understand what you didn't say. It's nothing more than to unify the world and eliminate decades of uneasiness and conflicts." The flames of war have allowed the common people to live a peaceful life... But I don't understand why you judge that man will be able to perfectly fulfill your hopes and carry out the will of the temple?"
Fan Xian turned around slightly, and then felt that the dignified aura around him was like a living thing, deflecting accordingly, very smooth and smooth, without a trace of stagnation, and without revealing a single loophole that could be exploited. He raised his brows slightly. He really didn't expect that these ascetic monks could join hands to combine their individual strengths to form such a powerful force.
Perhaps this is the reason why His Majesty the Emperor recalled these ascetic monks who were dull in appearance but fanatical in heart to Kyoto during this period of time.
From the first step into the Qing Temple, if Fan Xian wanted to get rid of the siege of these ascetic monks, he should have reacted immediately, but he had already missed that opportunity and fell into the siege. This may be because he underestimated the strength of the ascetic monks, but to a greater extent, it was because he wanted to talk to these ascetic monks, so that he could use these conversations to learn something that he wanted to know very much. For example, why did the ascetic monks in Qing Temple try their best to assist Emperor Qing, regardless of the imperial court's oppression of Qing Temple in recent years, and... Is there any relationship between His Majesty the Emperor and that illusory temple
In the rain, more than a dozen ascetic monks changed their kneeling posture to sit cross-legged, still surrounding the standing Fan Xian in the middle. Their faces were numb, as if they had long since ceased to be haunted by foreign objects. After a long silence, perhaps these ascetic monks still hoped that Mr. Fan could be persuaded by them, so that Qing Kingdom, which was about to unify the country, would not fall into turmoil. So a voice sounded right in front of Fan Xian.
An ascetic monk clasped his hands together, raindrops hung on his weak eyelashes, and said leisurely: "Your Majesty is the one who has received the apocalypse, and we who walk will help your Majesty rule the world and benefit all peoples."
"Apocalypse? When?" Fan Xian asked with his hands behind his back, his face unchanged, staring at the old face of the ascetic monk. He could easily see that the ascetic monks in the field were not young anymore.
"Decades ago." A voice sounded from behind Fan Xian, and the answer was extremely vague. However, Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, but began to think quickly.
"Has an envoy conveyed the purpose of the temple to you?" Fan Xian asked.
"Yes." It was another ascetic monk who answered this time, and he answered cleanly and without delay. However, this answer made Fan Xian's eyes narrow even more.
The temple has occasional messengers patrolling the world, which itself is one of the biggest secrets of this continent. If he hadn't grown up with Uncle Wu Zhu since he was a child, and learned so many secrets from Xiao En and Chen Pingping, They absolutely couldn't ask these words, but... these ascetic monks were not surprised when they heard the word "messenger" from Fan Xian's mouth. It seemed that they had expected that Fan Xian knew some secrets of the temple. Fan Xian was surprised.
"But the great priest is dead, Sanshi is dead, and your companions on Dadongshan... are all dead." Fan Xian continued to speak calmly, but even Qiu Yu couldn't hide the viciousness and sarcasm in his tone. .
"Who will not die?"
"Then why don't you die?"
"Because His Majesty still needs us."
"It sounds like the girls in my building."
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The atmosphere in the Yuzhongqing Temple was very strange. Fan Xian kept asking questions calmly and continuously, while the ascetic monks sitting around him answered the questions individually, answering them calmly and in an orderly manner. They spoke one by one, Among the sixteen people in the room, Ruo only answered.
Fan Xian's heart sank gradually. It seemed that these weird ascetic monks had practiced hard for many years, and their mind-to-heart communication skills had reached a certain level of power. What made him even more chilled was the information about the temple envoy.
The last time the envoy of the temple came to the world was naturally the time in the fifth year of Qingli. This envoy landed from the south and learned the customs and habits of human society indifferently like a wild beast. Many people died at the hands of this emissary in the prefectures and counties of China. Perhaps it was just his habitual indifference to life, or perhaps the emissary wanted to cover up the news of his existence. Even at the price, he was not able to touch a corner of the mysterious messenger's clothes.
At that time, the court of the Qing Dynasty only regarded this person as a murderer with superb martial arts skills, and did not know his true identity. That's why the Ministry of Criminal Affairs later asked the Overwatch Council for help. Yan Bingyun was cautious, and asked Fan Xian for help thing.
However, before the Overwatch Council had time to make a move, the envoy from the temple had already arrived in the capital, in the alley next to Fan's residence, and was stopped by Wu Zhu at a noodle stall.
After a commoner master battle, the envoy of the temple died, and Wu Zhu was seriously injured. Since then, he has been missing and recuperated on Dadong Mountain for several years. The remains of the envoy of the temple were burned in... Qing Temple.
Fan Xian looked through the rain curtain at the barren lawn behind the Qing Temple, his gaze was slightly cold, thinking of the scene where His Majesty and the High Priest looked at the envoy of the temple in the fire that day, for a moment, he didn't know what to say .
The chief priest of the Qing Temple had been preaching in the swamps and wild lands in the south of the Qing Kingdom in the past years, but he happened to return to the capital shortly before the envoy from the temple entered the capital, and died of serious illness shortly after the envoy was melted into the fire.
Is this a coincidence? Of course not, at least Fan Xian didn't believe it. Uncle Wuzhu's injury and the envoy from the temple came to the world. He only found out about it later. It took a long time and he only found out about it here, but at least it proved that His Majesty the Emperor must have passed through the great priest of the Qing Temple. Some kind of agreement was reached with the envoy from the temple.
In the fifth year of Qingli, His Majesty the Emperor hoped to use his illegitimate son as a bait to lure the envoy of the temple to die with Wuzhu, but he failed to achieve his goal. In order to bury this matter and prevent Fan Xian from knowing about it, the high priest... must die.
Fan Xian withdrew his gaze, looked at the ascetic monks in front of him, and naturally thought of the so-called apocalypse, the will conveyed by the so-called envoy of the temple. That envoy must be the one who came to Qing Kingdom twenty-two years ago. one.
Now it seems that the envoy not only transferred Uncle Wu Zhu out of the capital, but also reached a certain kind of cooperation with the emperor on behalf of the ethereal temple.
The cooperation between the emperor and the temple? Fan Xian frowned. The first cooperation killed Ye Qingmei, and the second cooperation almost killed Uncle Wuzhu... Everything is actually very clear, the only thing that is not clear is that the temple that does not interfere in world affairs in name, Why would you make such a choice in the world.
At this time, the ascetic monks who besieged Fan Xian in the Qing Temple were already a little old. They had learned the will of the temple more than 20 years ago, and in addition to being ecstatic, they devoted themselves to serving Emperor Qing's deeds with great loyalty. Among the team, in the past 20 years, they have been walking among the people, spreading...the education of goodness...with a sack of food, a scoop of drink, living a hard but happy life, and at the same time...presumably also... Act as a spy for the emperor.
Now that Dongyi City has been conquered, the civil strife has been pacified, Chen Pingping is dead, the weather is smooth, the people's hearts are peaceful, the country is rich and the army is strong, and Qing's strength has reached its peak. Except for Fan Xian, there seems to be nothing that can stop Emperor Qing from dominating the world. The pace, so these ascetics returned to Kyoto, ready to meet the glorious moment.
So the ascetic monks wanted to persuade Fan Xian to forget his personal grudges for this great cause, and to forget one person's sorrow for the justice of the world.
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Fan Xian stood alone in the rain. Although the rain was slight, it still gradually wet his clothes. These ascetic monks told him frankly what they had done in the past twenty years, and explained the secrets hidden behind the history of the Qing Kingdom, because they sincerely wanted to persuade him and use God to persuade him. The will of the temple, the allegiance of the people, and the trend of the general trend, to persuade Fan Xian not to be an enemy of His Majesty the Emperor.
Because your majesty is the wise king chosen by nature, the co-lord of the world.
"It's all nonsense." Fan Xian shook his head helplessly, wiped the rain off his face, looked at the ascetic monks around him who were pleading with him, and said, "What does all this have to do with me? I'm just a courtier of His Majesty... No, I'm just a grassroots person now. I don't think anyone in the world will think that I will affect the general trend of the world. If you insist on forcing me into the palace or detaining me, is it true? Isn't that an overreaction?"
The ascetic monks looked at each other and saw the seriousness and determination in their eyes. Naturally, they didn't believe what Fan Xian said. One of them looked at Fan Xian and said sincerely, "Because you... are her son."
Fan Xian was silent, and finally knew how the big battle in the Qing Temple came about today. If these ascetic monks in the Qing Temple serve the temple faithfully and regard His Majesty the emperor as the leader of natural selection, there is no doubt that Ye Qingmei, the little girl who escaped from the temple and stole many things from the temple , of course their worst enemy. Perhaps these ascetic monks don't know the inside story, and they don't need to know the inside story. They just need the temple envoy more than 20 years ago to set the nature of Ye Qingmei's behavior, and they will be deeply jealous of the person who dared to despise the gods. Temple woman.
This kind of fear lasted until more than twenty years later, and it continued to Fan Xian.
"If you kill me, what will His Majesty think?" Fan Xian asked with a smile, "I think he must be very unwilling to see his son die at the hands of you gods. I am very worried for you."
All the ascetic monks saluted in unison, with determination on their faces. No one responded, but the meaning expressed was very clear. For the sake of their pursuit, even if His Majesty the Emperor killed them all afterwards, they would still keep Fan Xian here forever.
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"I've heard everything I want to hear." Fan Xian's lips curled up, and he said with a slight sarcasm, "I think if I promise you to enter the palace, you won't be at ease and will impose some restrictions on me. Of course, I You can also make false promises, and it’s okay to promise first, at least it seems that you can save your life.”
"It's just that you miscalculated one thing." Fan Xian looked at them and said indifferently: "I believe in the existence of the temple more than you, but because of this, I won't be scared when I hear the name of the temple. Legs go weak, kneeling in this rain just like you."
An ascetic monk sighed deeply, and said with compassion: "You are born in the world, so you must be in awe."
"Your Majesty once said this to me." Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, thinking to himself, but His Majesty the Emperor obviously has no reverence for anything. Temple? messenger? I'm afraid that these illusory and terrifying existences in the eyes of ordinary people are just a kind of power that can be used in the eyes of His Majesty.
"Respect the sky and the earth, but not the will of others." Fan Xian said, "You should learn from Master Ku He about this."
The ascetic monks were slightly taken aback, wondering what the words meant, and then they saw Fan Xian who was surrounded in the middle floating up!
Fan Xian floated up in the slight autumn rain, and the cloth shirt on his body was slowly propped up by the true energy, like a big bird without emotions, it flew towards the periphery of the Qing Temple with a bang!
Without any warning, Fan Xian's body seemed to be pulled by an invisible long rope, and he floated towards the gate of the Qing Temple extremely quickly. His speed in the air was extremely fast, and his movements were exceptionally gentle, even in the rain Walking through, like a swift, rolling and drifting away in the wind and rain.
However, his body was only swept away by a distance of five feet, and he felt an extremely thick wall of energy rushing towards him.
The moment Fan Xian made his move, more than a dozen ascetic monks moved at the same time. One ascetic monk put another ascetic monk's arm on his shoulders. , and performed it very smoothly, it seems that their hearts have already been connected, and there is no stagnation in these movements.
The formation of these ascetic monks is an irregular circle. At this time, the seven of them were quickly thrown in the direction of the main entrance of the Qing Temple. The monks plundered at the same time.
Like a wave.
The irregular circle formed by more than a dozen ascetic monks formed a whole at this moment, turned over in the air with drizzle, rose into the air, and leaped across the sky with the wave-like aura transmission. It got rid of Fan Xian's figure who was flying away quickly, and put him in the circle again.
A circle flipped over in the air, and then fell to the ground. It was still a circle, and Fan Xian was still in the middle of the circle. After the flash, the rain was still falling like this, and the situation in the field seemed to have not changed at all, except that everyone moved about seven feet in the direction of the main entrance of the Qing Temple.
Then the ascetic monks didn't give Fan Xian any chance to attack first, they chanted in unison, and countless pairs of palms filled with vigor and determination slapped towards Fan Xian's body!
The ascetic monks didn't know what secret method they were practicing, but they were able to connect their hearts and perfectly integrate their own strengths. These countless palms slapped them, like a radiant god, turning In an instant, countless pairs of divine hands emerged, indifferently and mercilessly trying to eliminate the demons in front of them.
All the space around Fan Xian was covered by palm shadows covering the sky and the rain, like a big net falling down, without any missing loopholes at all. This is the so-called beauty of harmony, beauty to the extreme , it was dangerous to the extreme.
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The wall of air rushed towards us. Fan Xian forcibly twisted his body in the air, forcibly absorbing the air flow that can be sensed by every inch of skin around his body. The two big Zhoutian forcibly smashed his body, and his body was forced to fall to the ground, but the toes were directly on the wet ground. Qi was concentrated in the fist, and the punch hit the most powerful point in the thick Qi wall.
At the moment when he was forced to be reined in the harmonious situation, Fan Xian had a deep sense of danger. Eight days ago, he broke into the execution ground in Kyoto. He once stabbed an ascetic monk to death and knocked another one back. He also paid the price of receiving three palms. However, it was obvious that the ascetic monks on the court that day did not show their strongest strength.
Fan Xian knew that the strength of these ascetic monks was that they could perfectly assemble their individual strengths into a whole. Of course, this was not a gang fight, nor even the wonderful cooperation of the Sword Hut disciples. On the contrary, it is more like the fierce light condensed between the long knives of the tiger guards.
When these ascetic monks formed a harmonious situation, no matter which ascetic monk Fan Xian was going to face, he had to face them as a whole.
But in Fan Xian's eyes, the invisible wall of energy in front of him was as clear as a wall of white mist with different thicknesses. He didn't think about any consequences at all, and directly condensed all the true energy in his body, with a domineering momentum. Hit it directly, and the hit position is exactly the thickest part of the air wall.
With the strongest against the strongest, Fan Xian didn't pay attention to the shadows of palms flying all over the sky. He knew that with his current strength, with this punch, the opponent had to condense into one place to fight. After going through a lot, he cultivated a rare domineering aura.
Sure enough, Fan Xian punched violently at the wall of air, and the palm prints all over the sky disappeared immediately. The shadow of one palm and the shadow of the other palm quickly merged into one, and dozens of palms finally merged into one palm , a crystal shiny palm.
This palm collided fiercely with Fan Xian's tightly clenched fist.
The air in the Qing Temple seemed to be deformed by this impact. The fine autumn rain was shaken and flew out. There were no raindrops to fall on a large area of Qingshiping, and the whole air was filled with The smell of dry kill!
After a loud bang, the clothes on Fan Xian's right shoulder shattered and flew up like a butterfly, revealing his trembling right arm.
But the face of the ascetic monk he was facing was surprisingly red and bright, with two arms on each of his shoulders, and a dozen ascetic monks were continuously following the air bridge to His body was instilled with true energy, which helped him resist Fan Xian's extremely domineering punch.
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Fan Xian's complexion was pale, and the zhenqi in his body was violently spewed out, but he still couldn't break through the opponent's encirclement. The zhenqi coming from the opponent's palm was endless, like waves, imposing and extremely turbulent. , giving a feeling of being irresistible.
With a bang, the Ascetic Monk who was facing Fan Xian spat out a mouthful of blood, dripping down his clothes, but the Ascetic Monk's face became more and more red and brighter, without a trace of exhaustion at all. Or if he couldn't bear the sign of the surging true energy in his body, he just looked at Fan Xian in front of him with a trace of pity, as if he wanted to wait for the other party to admit defeat, and just give up and surrender.
The ascetic monk, who practiced asceticism in the most bitter place in the world, had indeed created an extraordinary cultivation level for his physical and spiritual training.
The ruins have been revealed, but Fan Xian's eyes are still cold, without the slightest sign of panic, not even excited desperate emotions, just calm, he quietly looked at the person who was so close to him. An ascetic monk stared at the other party's shining pupils, as if he wanted to see the color he was looking forward to from the other party's pupils.
Only Fan Xian knew that the meridians in his body had been shaken to an unbearable level by just the fist and palm. Qi, but it is about to be unbearable, especially at the gate of life in the snow mountain around the waist, it has begun to have a faint fever, which is the harbinger of exhaustion.
After all, it was a weak and injured body, and Fan Xian's biggest lifeblood was here. He had only been raised in Fan's residence for a few days, and he even used force to kill people in these few days. His mood has never returned to peace, not at all. Restore the realm of prosperity.
Fortunately, he is a monster whose meridians are different from ordinary people, and he has one week more than ordinary people, so that he can support these ascetic monks for so long with a weak body. If it were Thirteen Lang or Haitang, I'm afraid It won't be better than him.
But Fan Xian still didn't panic, didn't despair, just looked coldly into the ascetic monk's bright black eyes.
Finally, at the moment when Fan Xian was about to be unable to hold on anymore, when his fists intersected with Fan Xian's, the ascetic monk who was close at hand finally showed a gloomy green color in his eyes.
A miserable green color that is completely incompatible with natural human eyes.
Then two streams of black blood slowly flowed out from the ascetic monk's nostrils.
All the ascetic monks around Fan Xian didn't notice this. They just sat cross-legged around, bowed their heads in meditation, and constantly stimulated the tenacious qi in their bodies.
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There was a hint of comprehension in the miserable green eyes of the ascetic who was bleeding black blood. He glanced at Fan Xian and finally understood why the young man in front of him was willing to listen to the pleas of people like himself in the rain. ... just taking advantage of this autumn rain to spread those toxins!
The ascetic monk finally remembered Fan Xian's real mastery, the other party was the last disciple of that old poison!
The ascetic monk felt as if his internal organs were being bitten by insects and ants. His throat began to hurt, and the corners of his eyes began to tingle. He knew that the poison in his body had begun to attack. If he stopped at this time, he would be able to rely on the true energy in his body Suppress these toxins, however...
A colorless, odorless and water-insoluble poisonous powder cannot be too terrifying—this is the inborn truth of nature, and it is also a common sense known to martial arts practitioners, and the ascetic monk is also very clear about this, so he is not worried about his own Except for those brothers who confronted Fan Xian head-on, so the poison was released the fastest, the rest of the brothers should be able to last longer. The ascetic didn't want Fan Xian to leave, because he had already found that Fan Xian was about to be unable to hold on. .
A trace of happiness flashed in his miserable green eyes, a trace of determination, and with a muffled snort, he completely abandoned the protection of his state of mind, let go of all his meridians, and let the true energy poured in from both sides surge in. , and then pushed towards Fan Xian's naked right arm along his own arm!
Complete its work in the palm of your hand! He was willing to exchange his death for Fan Xian's death, and the eternal life of Qing Kingdom.
However, Fan Xian didn't want to, his eyes flashed a bit of coldness, knowing that the other party forcibly stimulated his true energy, the poison entered his heart, and he would never be able to save it, but he sank his true energy into his lower body, his right shoulder slightly Yisong, using a powerful momentum of splitting the coffin, prepared to use his right arm in exchange for the death of the opponent's eye, and then escaped.
Facing this critical situation and death situation, Fan Xian has the willpower and courage to survive with a broken arm.
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However, apart from Fan Xian, there are other people in this world who are unwilling to watch Fan Xian die. The chilling circle in the autumn rain was a little closer to the main entrance of the Qing Temple after rolling in the air. At this most dangerous moment, the two words on the horizontal plaque behind the main entrance of the Qing Temple suddenly dimmed. for a moment.
It wasn't that the sky was getting dark, it wasn't that the two small gold characters suddenly corroded, but a shadow floated up, covering a little of the brilliance of the words Qingmiao.
The shadow pierced through the rain in an instant, and floated behind the ascetic monk who was facing Fan Xian without any hindrance. The shadow spread out miraculously behind the man's neck, giving birth to limbs and a sword.
With a snort, the tip of the sword pierced the ascetic monk's neck like a poisonous snake, and directly protruded from his throat cartilage. The sharp blade had already severed the ascetic monk's tracheoesophageal blood vessels...
The ascetic monk clicked without making any sound. He just stared at Fan Xian in front of him. His eyes were dark green but did not shrink. It seemed that he wanted to kill Fan Xian with his eyes.
At the same time that the shadow gave birth to a sword, Fan Xian raised his weak left hand, which had been empty all the time, with difficulty, and with a slight push of his fingertips, the sleeve crossbow came out of the sleeve, piercing deeply into the ascetic monk's chest. In the left eye, a splash of blood splashed.
This ascetic monk's body condensed the life-long cultivation of more than a dozen ascetic monks in the field, so powerful and powerful, but he was possessed by such two extremely ruthless killing moves at the same time, after all, he still paused.
At this moment, Fan Xian's left arm twisted strangely, his shoulder shook and shook, and he came out again, smashing hard at the end of the sleeve crossbow, smashing the sleeve crossbow deep into the air. It smashed deeply into the brain of the ascetic monk, and the tip of the crossbow penetrated deep, cutting off his vitality.
With a whoosh, the rain was in chaos, and the ascetic monk who sacrificed his life for benevolence dropped his palm in a slumped manner.
Fan Xian turned his fist into a palm, and with a flick on his head, he floated up. Holding the shadow's clothes with his left hand, he cut through the rainy sky with the fastest speed, and left the Qing Temple in an instant.
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From the dimming of the two small gold characters on the horizontal plaque behind the main entrance of the Qing Temple, to the shadow's sword coming out, and then to Fan Xian's escape from the temple, it was only a blink of an eye, and the shadow's fierce castration with the sword continued However, Fan Xian did not let his sword power enter the state of harmony again, forced to go against the trend, and left hand in hand with him.
But at this time, those ascetic monks sitting cross-legged in the rain realized that things had changed. The palm of the ascetic monk in the middle of the harmonious momentum had already hung down, and he had no more words to confide in, but he still passively accepted the words from his brothers and sisters. Instilled, the body suddenly shook twice on the rainy ground, and then fell down without a sound.
Having been pierced through the neck by the shadow, pierced into the brain by Fan Xian's sleeve crossbow, the toxin had already penetrated into the heart, and was finally swallowed back by the force of harmony. This ascetic monk was undoubtedly dead, and he couldn't die any more.
The rain was already heavy and messed up, and it hit these ascetic monks indiscriminately. They looked at the corpse of their companion silently, and after a moment of silence, they quickly jumped out of the Qing Temple and walked towards the road that was about to disappear into the street. The two figures in the distance chased after them.
I don't know if they will reflect on it. If the will of the temple is really the will of God, why are people like themselves who have put in so much effort, even willing to sacrifice their lives, but still can't kill Fan Xian
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In the heavy autumn rain, Fan Xian and the shadow were like two gray shadows, in the rain, under the eaves, in the dark sky, and in the lonely streets. However, not long after leaving the Qing Temple, Fan Xian sensed that the very obvious aura from behind had already caught up.
Jingdu Qing Temple is located in the outer three miles, and it is an extremely quiet place on weekdays. There are no pedestrians passing by, and there are no residential houses around. The escape of Fan Xian and the others brought great inconvenience.
Fan Xian's pale face was covered with rain. He turned his head to look at the middle-aged man beside him, but he didn't see any expression on his face. Fan Xian knew that he still underestimated those fanatical martyrs after all, and also underestimated the power of the divine way that had lasted for thousands of years on this continent.
In the past years, perhaps Master Kuhe and Bei Qitian robbed him of his style, perhaps the ascetic monks in Qing Temple were not very conspicuous, and only liked to preach in the most remote places, or maybe the second priest of Qing Temple It didn't give people a strong feeling, so Fan Xian never put Qing Temple in his eyes.
However, it has been proved today that this is an extremely powerful enemy. Fan Xian even began to doubt whether the sword array used by the tiger guards to deal with ninth-rank powerhouses was born out of Qingmiao's wonderful combined attack technique.
Of course, if today's Fan Xian was still at his peak, he wouldn't be in such a mess, especially with his ability to escape lightly. He was born in the Overwatch Council and had the shadow of being the world's number one assassin. Those ascetic monks who came after him would not be taken seriously at all.
In normal times, he and the shadow would have hidden his tracks nearby, and turned to carry out the most eerie ambushes and snipe attacks on these recalcitrant ascetic monks.
But not today, because of the thousands of miles of running, the grief in his heart, the exhaustion of the past few days, and the few serious injuries he suffered on the Zhengyangmen city wall and the execution ground, Fan Xian's state has fallen to the bottom. , especially when he fought against the harmony of a dozen ascetic monks before, it made him no longer able to fight World War II.
The shadow beside him had an indifferent expression and looked normal. However, after years of cooperation and closeness, Fan Xian clearly discovered that the shadow's injuries were also serious, even worse than his own.
Fan Xian knew why, the shadow had only been injured once, but that injury was stabbed by the Sigu sword.
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Knowing the news of Chen Pingping's death, Fan Xian could clearly guess how the shadow would react. He was clearly in Dongyi City, but he returned to the capital almost at the same time as Wang Qinian. The number one assassin in the world returned faster than Wang Qinian. Fast, maybe even faster than Fan Xian that day.
This kind of running around, the shadow's injury must be more serious. Fan Xian glanced sideways at Shadow, but didn't say anything.
"Separate up ahead." Shadow said in a rustling voice, with a very weird taste, it seems that the assassin is also very clear that the situation of the two of them is too bad now, and they must split up to distract the pursuers .
Fan Xian nodded, knowing that they were separated at this time, and they would naturally meet again soon.
At that intersection, the shadow passed into a small alley with a bang, maybe after a while, he would become a miserable businessman hiding from the rain under the eaves.
However, before he left, he said a word indifferently, which made Fan Xian's heart sink, and his mouth began to be bitter.
"When will you kill him, call me."
Because of the impact of these words on the mind, Fan Xian ran a little further than planned, and the ascetic monks approached from a distance behind him, but Fan Xian did not have any worries. He walked from an alley After passing through it, I came to the intersection of Dongchuan Road, and entered the main hall of Danbo Bookstore. When I came out from the back door, I had already turned into a scholar holding an umbrella.
He came to the gate of Taixue and saw hundreds of umbrellas, thousands of umbrellas, and those Taixue students with fresh and sunny faces under the umbrellas.