Chapter 89 Close your eyes and then free

In the quiet night of the valley, I looked up and saw no weeds, but I saw a thick black night sky, which was lying between two cliffs. Fan Xian whispered while tidying up his clothes and tied the broken left leg leg leg legs:

"The little fairy's surname is Ye, and her name is Ye Qingmei."

"Ye Qingmei?" Sean was extremely shocked, "What did you say? Could it be that the mistress of the Ye family is the little fairy I have met before?"

When the Ye family suddenly rose in the world, Sean was also the leader of the Northern Wei Dynasty's secret spy, so he was able to detect the fate of the mistress of the Ye family. Fan Xian was not surprised. He smiled and said, "Besides the fairy you mentioned, who else can make the Ye family change the entire world in just a few years?"

"So that's it, so that's it!" Sean coughed again, "No wonder Qingguo can rise so violently, it turns out that there is the shadow of the temple behind it."

"Wrong." Fan Xian said, "You are already dying, so let me tell you that Ye Qingmei, the little fairy you mentioned, is not the immortal in the temple. She... like us, is just an ordinary person."

Sean had not woken up from his previous shock and did not believe what Fan Xian said at all. Instead, he was immersed in the last question before his death: "...Why... the little fairy wanted to capture me to Qingguo?"

As the secret spy leader of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he naturally knew the relationship between the Ye family and the Qingguo Supervision Office.

Fan Xian said, "Qingguo had to kill you back then." He paused and said, "You must admit that you were still a very terrifying person back then... And the reason why Ye Qingmei sent Chen Pingping to capture you instead of killing you was because of the love he had done back then. After all, it seemed that she came to this world because you broke into the temple."

"Then... cough cough... who is it?" In the dark night, Sean looked at Fan Xian blankly, like two sharp arrows.

The old comrade who was about to die still had such sharp eyes. Fan Xian couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and smiled softly and said, "Me?"

After a moment of silence, he spoke:

"I am Ye Qingmeidi's son."

Ye Qingmei's son... Fan Xian wanted to speak out loud to everyone in this familiar but strange, friendly but incompatible world, but there was no such possibility at the moment. At this time, the night was getting heavier, and the darkness before dawn had arrived. In a cave with only two people, Fan Xian said it lightly.

I am Ye Qingmei's son.

For some reason, Fan Xian felt much more relaxed as soon as he said this sentence. The heart that carried too much pressure broke free from many branches and vines on it in an instant, at least gaining temporary relaxation, and gently embraced the free smell in the night wind.

The sky is getting brighter.

There are not many memories. But Sean said it very slowly. After a day and midnight, Fan Xian finally achieved the most important purpose of this northbound trip. He looked at Sean and whispered: "Do you have anything to explain?"

Sean just looked at him with a strange look. After a while, he gasped and said, "Are you... her son?"

Fan Xian nodded and smiled: "I don't have the habit of recognizing my mother."

Sean coughed violently twice, shook the last few drops of blood in his heart, and said as if he was crying and laughing: "No wonder you know so many things. No wonder you are so interested in where the temple is..." The old man before his death finally saw the whole thing clearly and gasped, saying, "It seems that this cave should not trap you."

"I don't have the habit of putting myself in death, either." Fan Xian had prepared everything and approached Sean.

Sean suddenly stared at his eyes and said, "If you want to live well, don't go to the temple."

Fan Xian's face was calm and he didn't answer him.

Sean didn't look at him again, but turned his eyes to the yellow valley behind Fan Xian, frowned slightly. He seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment, the old man gasped and said softly: "I used to think that I was a cruel person who was not afraid of death, but just seeking freedom. Now that death is near, I realize that everyone is afraid of death."

"There is no one in this world who is not afraid of death." For some reason, Fan Xian glanced at the dying Sean, slowly let go of his right hand and said softly: "But... death may not be the end, maybe you will go to another completely unfamiliar world."

This is his biggest secret. His biggest feeling.

Sean's eyes fell in the distance, and his bloody red eyes gradually softened: "You are really a little fairy... no, Ye Qingmei's son?" Without waiting for Fan Xian to answer, Sean continued to say calmly: "But you and her are not like each other at all."

Fan Xian said: "You have only seen her four-year-old, how can you be so sure?"

Sean smiled and said, "Because you are far less beautiful than the little fairy."

Fan Xian subconsciously turned his head and said, "There are really not many women in this world who are more beautiful than me."

"The eyes are different."

“Why are the difference?”

Sean looked at him and said with a hint of indifference: "I only now understand that on the snowy wasteland, the little fairy looked at the white earth, her eyes were still soft, compassionate... I never knew how to describe it. At this time, I seemed to feel the arrival of the darkness, and then I realized that all the emotions in her eyes were just expressing something."

"What's the matter?" Fan Xian's heartbeat twice.

"Attachment and love for life." Sean said with a smile: "Although you often have a clear smile in your eyes, it's different... Your mother should be a very affectionate person, and you are an extremely ruthless person in your bones."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I don't deny this."

"I have killed many people in my life, so I never hope to have a good end." Sean stopped continuing the topic, but was a little confused and looked at the light of the mist and said, "It is good to be able to die in this cave, as you said, having a good grave is not bad."

Fan Xian half-squatted beside him. He put his left hand on the old man's shoulder and found that his muscles were gradually softening.

The sky light outside the cliff was still dim, but through the mist in the valley, a holy light appeared. This light was softly reflected on Sean's old face, causing the secret probe leader who was stained with countless blood on his hands and was lonely and miserable for the rest of his life to feel a sense of relief.

"There shouldn't be those two jujube trees in Danzhou, right?"

This is the last sentence Sean asked in this world.

Fan Xian took out the last needle from the old man's ear and confirmed his death a moment later. He tilted his head slightly, looked at Sean's body, and suddenly said softly: "Although there are no two jujube trees in Danzhou,... after death, there may be a better world waiting for you."

Sean's eyes had closed softly, and the bloody red color in his pupils could no longer see this strange world.

Fan Xian breathed a breath and placed Sean's body flat in the deepest part of the shallow hole. As for whether there were mountain eagles to peck at it, he seemed to have not considered it, so he seemed a little cold and ruthless.

He walked out of the cave and reached out to the air outside the cliff to catch it. The white mountain fog swam with his fingers, reaching out to grab it. It was just empty.

The Jinyiwei should still search for the corpses or traces of the young and old people at the bottom of the valley and everywhere. The cliff of Yanshan is as smooth as a mirror. No one would have thought that someone would jump off the cliff but could have stood firmly, and no one could have thought that someone could have climbed up along these smooth and wet mountain walls.

Fan Xian's whole body was tightly pressed against the mountain wall like a piece of paper. Behind him was thick morning fog, effectively covering his body. Even if someone was on the opposite mountain wall, he could not find someone crawling upwards like a gecko.

When he was in Danzhou, from the age of twelve to the age of sixteen, he spent four years on the external control of his true qi, which was an extremely stupid way of practicing. But Wu Zhu didn't care about him, he also enjoyed practicing himself. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian helped him so much in his life later.

Crawling like a gecko and pressing tightly like a snake, he carefully moved upwards and upwards, expressionless, and the effect of Mahuang Pills had long faded away. His true energy was a little weak, so he didn't dare to be careless.

Asakusa moved slightly and climbed the stone beside the cliff with one hand. A person covered in a black night clothes climbed up from the valley like a ghost.

The hat covered Fan Xian's cheeks. He looked back and saw a quiet valley, as if nothing had happened. After a moment, his heart moved, his eyes were filled with heavy morning mist, looking at the forest over there, but he could not see anything.

But he always felt that someone seemed to be looking at him there, and the man's eyes were staring at him like substance.

Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, turned around, without thinking, and did not even have time to think. He plunged into the thick fog like a black arrow and ran towards the direction of the capital.

Outside the Beijing Envoy Regiment Courtyard, Gundam held a long sword in his hand, his eyes widened like a tiger, and looked at the people in front of the courtyard. The young master had not gone out for a day and a night, and all the visits from the Northern Qi officials were turned away. But early this morning, the Jinyiwei people came to convey the will of the palace, saying that the young emperor wanted to tell Fan Xian to enter the palace to talk.

Few people knew that Fan Xian was not in the mission. Shen Chong, the commander of the Jinyiwei, hoped that Fan Xian was not in the mission, but he searched overnight and could not find Fan Xian's body. Therefore, the Northern Qi Dynasty finally became suspicious, so he was eager to confirm where Fan Xian was.

Unexpectedly, the people of Nanqing were so arrogant and unreasonable that they used the excuse of Fan Zheng being drunk and forcibly preventing the Northern Qi officials from entering the mission. The conflict was about to break out, but at this moment, a rustling sound came from the intersection of the street.
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