Chapter 65: Grand Master, Black Cloth, Riddle

The snow was still falling. Fan Sizhe, who was next to the stone mill in the garden, finally finished fifty turns, and held the stone mill panting, feeling sore all over his waist and back, and he couldn't straighten his waist at all. The sweat on his face turned into heat and steamed, and it turned white when it encountered the cold air, and it looked like he was smoking.

"Wipe, then change into dry clothes so as not to freeze." Haitang handed him a stack of neat clothes.

Fan Sizhe shook his head in anger, went into the inner room to change his clothes, and came out of the room for a while and shouted, "What should I do if I don't have a bath place, and I smell sweating and smelling smell?"

Haitang glanced at him and smiled, "It's winter, the thing your brother made has not been shipped to Shangjing."

Fan Sizhe couldn't help but shake his head again and said, "My brother drove me to the north... It's not to let you torture me."

"The jade cannot be made into a weapon without carving." Haitang said calmly: "I remember when chatting in the palace, Fan Xian once said something, which I think makes sense."

"What do you mean?" Fan Sizhe asked curiously.

"Therefore, when God is about to give a great responsibility, one must first suffer his mind and mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, and lose his body, and act and disturb his actions. Therefore, he will be moved and endure his nature and will be able to do what he cannot do."

In fact, when Fan Xian was talking about Mencius's words, he was just thinking about the spring scenery of the begonia among the grass and reeds by the North Sea. However, Fan Sizhe and Haitang did not know the man's dirty thoughts. When Fan Sizhe listened to this passage, he felt a cold air rushing to his head, and said in a trembling voice: "Isn't there no food to eat tonight, right?"

Haitang smiled slightly and said, "I won't eat here tonight."

While speaking, someone outside the garden responded with great respect: "Second Young Master, I will be the leader of the subordinate to the evening."

Fan Sizhe was surprised at how natural this person responded. Looking back, he saw that it was Wang Qinian! He suddenly met his relatives in another place, thinking about the sufferings of these days, and thinking that he might immediately escape from the sea of ​​suffering. Fan Sizhe looked excited, screamed strangely, and rushed out of the fence.

"I'll still be back after dinner." Haitang lost his words lightly behind him, walked through the wind and snow, and got into Fan Sizhe's ears, making him shivering and extremely disappointed.

When he rushed to the fence, he turned around and shouted fiercely: "I came to Beijing to make money! I'm not here to be a coolie!"

Haitang had already sat back on the recliner again and said expressionlessly: "One thousand taels of silver, how could it be so easy to turn into ten thousand taels? I felt that Fan Xian was too cruel to you. Don't forget that your money is in my hands now."

Wang Qinian outside the fence gave Fan Sizhe a wink and signaled that this young master would better not offend Miss Duoduo. Even Lord Fan had lost all his body in the hands of this girl. Why are you doing this?

Fan Sizhe groaned in anger and pushed open the door.

Wang Qinian smiled and bowed to Haitang under the eaves, saying, "Miss Haitang, then I'm going now."

Haitang looked at him, suddenly calmed down, and after a while, he said, "Mr. Wang. Are you really going to let him take over the Cui family in such a hurry?"

Wang Qinian's heart trembled. He really couldn't imagine that the other party knew Fan Tisi's arrangement. He didn't know how much tacit understanding Fan Xian and Haitang had, so he had to respond with a wry smile: "What are the words of the girl?"

Of course, Haitang knew about Fan Sizhe’s arrangements. She smiled slightly and stopped saying anything. She just reminded her: “I just started to do it, don’t be too anxious.”

Wang Qinian asked his subordinates to take a hat and snow cover for Fan Sizhe, which was to block the wind and snow on the one hand, and to cover his face on the other hand. Then he bowed to Haitang and prepared to leave the pastoral countryside next to the palace.

"You read the letter recently?" Haitang looked at Wang Qinian who was about to walk outside the fence halfway down on the chair.

Wang Qinian was stunned when he heard this and smiled bitterly: "Where is the responsibility, Miss Haitang forgives the crime. I would like to ask the old man to say a few words in the letter, so that Lord Tisi will not bully my daughter."

Haitang laughed and thought to himself that this Lord Wang Qinian, who was a permanent residence in the Northern Qi Dynasty, was indeed an interesting person.

The outside of the garden became quiet. Haitang fell asleep on a chair with her eyes closed. Today, the wind and snow mixed together in Shangjing, whistling by. The sound of soul-devouring and the cold air was soaring. The village girl slept very peacefully in such a cold environment, and there seemed to be a slight smile on the corners of her lips. With her amazing cultivation, she naturally did not care about the accidental cold invasion of her body, but she could get closer to nature more easily than ordinary people, such as the soft nature in spring, and the harsh world in winter.

The snow was gradually colorful in the sky, and the girl wearing a flowery cotton jacket under the eaves slept very comfortably.

I don’t know how long it took, Haitang slowly opened his eyes. In his extremely clear eyes, the snowflakes falling outside the eaves, and the ice gradually growing by the eaves, a trace of joy and satisfaction flashed through them.

"Teacher, you are here."

There was a thick snow pavement in the stone path on the Yuquan River outside the garden. At this time, a person was slowly coming on the snow. The wind and snow seemed to have disappeared in this moment. Only the rustling sound of the man falling on the snow every step.

The man's feet were not worn with shoes, and he stepped on the snow naked, firm and sincere. He arrived in front of the garden soon, stretched out his hand, gently pushed open the fence door, walked straight under the eaves, stretched out his palm and gently stroked the happy crabapple's head, and said, "Come and see you."

One of the four great masters in the world, he is regarded by all the people of the world as the gods and the kingdom of the country!

If Fan Xian was asked to watch this scene, he would definitely complain that the other party looked so ordinary and unremarkable, far worse than Zhu Shuai, and he was even less than the Fengcai of Ye Liuyun walking on a boat and waving the waves.

Especially when he took off the hat on his head and exposed the big bald head, he did not have a sense of transcendence and detachment. He was just a very simple and common old man. It was just a pure white slutty shirt on his body, and his naked feet declared his identity as a monk. Although he had never performed asceticism again after returning from the temple.

Haitang bowed deeply to the teacher respectfully, and then invited the top figure in the world to enter the house and serve tea. She sat next to him like a little girl, with a innocent face. Only in front of this great master can Haitang obediently and naturally.

Kuhe had a clear face, her lips were extremely thin, her eyes were deeply sunken, but her eyes were even deeper. He looked at his true disciple, and smiled and said, "I came from the West Mountain."

Haitang looked strange and asked in surprise: "Have you found the body of Lord Sean?"

Ku He slowly put down the teacup in his hand, with a smile in his eyes, and said, "In a cave between the cliffs, the remains of this old friend were found."

Haitang frowned and said, "The cliff of the West Mountain?"

After Ku He returned from the south, he was unable to retreat. Some people in the Northern Qi Dynasty guessed that the grandmaster should be injured. But they didn't know who the other party was in the terrifying duel in the place... Some people guessed that it was Sigu Jian, some people guessed that it was Ye Liuyun, and some people guessed that it was the grandmaster hidden deepest in Qingguo. No one expected it. Wu Zhu and him both suffered losses.

After Kuhe recovered, the first thing to do on the switch was to carefully check Sean's movements after returning to China. Although the great master was a little angry at the fighting spirit of the mother and son in the palace. However, Tianyidao inherited the style of the temple and rarely interfered in political affairs, and did not say much, but this great master, who seemed to be unable to hide from external things, was very important to Sean's life and death.

The cliff in the West Mountain has been searched many times, and Sean's body was not found on the mountain and down the mountain. This has become the most bizarre problem in the Northern Qi court. If the old man was still alive, I was afraid that Uesugi, who was under house arrest, would become active again.

However, for Haitang, since Senior Brother Lang Tao asserted that Sean was stabbed by a scimitar, she would naturally believe it.

Grand Master Kuhe had no doubt about his first disciple's judgment.

So the people of Northern Qi were just thinking about one question - where is Sean's body?

I don’t know how much effort it took to search, but the West Mountain was rummaged over, but I couldn’t find the whereabouts of Sean and the mysterious man. After all, the people of Northern Qi couldn’t figure it out no matter how much they thought. There were actually people in this world who could get up on the cliffs of the West Mountain as smooth as a mirror like a gecko.

Later, Master Kuhe made a speech. The people of Northern Qi stopped searching in disappointment. Unexpectedly, the great master actually put down his identity and went to investigate in person. I don’t know how much effort Kuhe spent to finally find Sean’s body in a cave on the cliff in this stormy snowy day.

Haitang looked at the teacher in surprise, then noticed that there was a small wound on the teacher's ankles, and asked with concern: "How can you get down that cliff?" She didn't hurry to ask Sean's question. Of course, what she cares most about was Ku He's body. After all, the teacher is old this year and has just recovered from the injury.

Ku He shook his head gently and sighed with a smile: "It's a bit troublesome to go down, but it's not that I can't do it. Just tie a rope. I just couldn't expect that the person who forced Lang Tao to go down the cliff... could escape easily."

Haitang lowered his head slightly and said, "Maybe he has something like a quilt on him."

"There is no place to borrow power from the quilt." Ku He looked at her with a smile, "You were so surprised before, of course, remember the appearance of the cliff of the West Mountain."

Haitang sighed and said, "I can't figure it out. But it's been several months since the incident. Did Lord Sean's remains have not been eaten by the goshawks in the mountains?"

Kuhe's two snow-like eyebrows floated slightly and said gently: "The cave is very shallow. Logically speaking, there should be ferocious birds to help Mr. Xiao go to heaven. Unexpectedly, I saw Mr. Xiao's intact remains. There were a few dead birds beside him. The birds had turned into dead bones. His body was not rotting except for some dehydration."

Haitang was stunned when she heard this, then smiled calmly and said, "What a powerful poison."

Ku He nodded gently and changed the topic very normally: "Tell me about Fan Xian, this young man, I'm very curious about him."

Haitang's heart skipped a beat, but his expression did not change at all. He smiled and told everything Fan Xian did in Shangjingzhong. He knew that he could no longer cover anything for Fan Xian. He said softly: "The night after Shaun left the capital, Fan Xian stayed in the mission, but no one had seen him with his own eyes. When I went the next day, he was lying on the bed... At that time, the senior brother thought that the man in black in black fell from the cliff with Shaun was him, and he was indeed a person who was very good at using poison."

People in this world who have come into contact with the temple were only Shawn and Kuhe. Now Shawn is dead, only Kuhe is left. The emperor rescued Shawn back to Northern Qi with great difficulty, but Kuhe tried his best to kill him. Now he knows that Fan Xian might be the last time Shawn saw the earthlings before he died, and Kuhe was so careful about the secret of the temple... Haitang didn't know what trouble he would bring to Fan Xian, but she knew the seemingly gentle teacher in front of her. In fact, a wise man who Zhizhu was holding changed the topic before, so he naturally clicked on himself.

To Haitang's surprise, Kuhe did not continue the topic. Instead, she looked at her meaningfully and smiled, drank a sip of the tea in the cup, and said, "Duoduo's tea is getting better and better."

"The teacher praised it." Haitang replied gently.

"I think. I know who Fan Xian is." Ku He suddenly said softly. This sentence has no head and no end, which made Haitang a little confused and stared at the teacher.

Ku He slowly stood up, and a very mellow smile appeared on his face: "Before this young man came to Northern Qi, he went out for the teacher and was injured. I think you must be curious, who can hurt me in this world."

The national teacher Kuhe represents the spirit of the Northern Qi Dynasty, so the matter of his injury has never been revealed. Although Haitang knew about it, he never heard the detailed process from the teacher's mouth. When he heard it, he immediately gathered his attention.

"It's a blind man." Ku He turned around, looked at the wind and snow outside the apprentice's kindergarten, and said Youyou: "It's a blind man who has seen many years ago and has never forgotten it."

Haitang was shocked and thought that it was already a shocking thing for someone in this world to hurt the teacher, but he didn't expect that the other party was not a well-known master, but a... blind man!

Ku He continued to say leisurely: "It's strange that this blind man with a terrifying strength... seems to have forgotten some things and forgot that I had met him many years ago."

Haitang listened quietly.

"This blind man has disappeared for many years." Ku He smiled again. "I didn't expect that he would suddenly appear in this world again. And the first person I looked for was my teacher. Speaking of which, the heart that had already been in ancient wells was a little proud."

Haitang became increasingly unable to understand.

"This blind man once taught the idiot Sigujian a lesson. He once beat Ye Liuyun to the ground and abandoned the sword without using it, and eventually became a master." Ku He sighed: "I guessed it was him back then, but I didn't expect that he would come to me this time. This is completely different from his style of secretly seeing people in previous years."

Haitang suddenly asked, "Can this blind man be the most mysterious master?"

Ku He shook his head, and his eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything also showed a hint of confusion: "No, the blind man never needs such a false reputation. As for the most mysterious person among the four of us... he should have been in the palace of Qingguo."

Haitang didn't understand. Since no one had seen that mysterious master, why did the world be sure that there was that person, and that person existed in the palace of Qing Kingdom?

"The reason is very simple." Ku He smiled, "Many years ago, Sigu Jian tried to assassinate their emperor in Qingguo Palace three times."

Haitang called softly in surprise. Only then did she realize that the Sigu Sword in Dongyi City had done such a crazy thing, but as a killer at the level of a grandmaster, even if the Emperor Qing Kingdom is the most powerful person in the world, it is probably difficult to resist.

As if guessing what she was thinking, Ku He whispered: "People who know this are the same as yours, think that Sigujian has a great success... Unfortunately, he failed four times in a month. Although he was not injured, he had no results."

Haitang frowned and said, "That blind man...was he in the Qingguo Palace at that time?" She always believed that the blind man who could hurt his teacher was the most likely to be the mysterious grandmaster.

Ku He smiled and shook his head: "The blind man was working with the young lady of the Ye family to build that inner treasury in Jiangnan, Qingguo."

"Miss Ye family?" Haitang was even more shocked. Although she was the most famous figure among the younger generation today, she also knew how amazing each of the secrets and clans that the teacher said today was, and how she changed the appearance of the world.

Ku He turned the topic back softly and naturally, turned around and looked at Haitang and said, "Do you understand now?"

Haitang shook his head with bright eyes open.

"Who is Fan Xian?" Ku He looked at his female disciple calmly.

"Fan Xian is Ye Qingmei's son... the son of the mistress of the Ye family."

Haitang was shocked and was even more confused. Fan Xian... Why did the illegitimate son of the Minister of Revenue in the Southern Dynasties have something to do with the Ye family again? The Ye family? The Ye family that used business to control the world? The Ye family that set up the Supervision Office, built an internal treasury, and continued its power to this day?

Ku He rubbed his hands, sat down, and sighed, "Seon was locked up by Chen Pingping later, so he didn't know the identity of Miss Ye's family. But he happened to know. The blind man could only be the servant of Miss Ye's family. This time he transferred his teacher to Beijing, so naturally he wanted to facilitate Fan Xian's work. Fan Xian's identity emerged, he was a descendant of Miss Ye's family."

Haitang shook his head and dared to express his opinion in front of the teacher: "Although this reasoning is credible, it is too forced. What if that blind master is just unwilling to be lonely in the mountains and then comes out to challenge the teacher, it has nothing to do with Fan Xian going north. Besides, the Ye family was destroyed back then?..."

Before he finished speaking, Ku He laughed: "A thing cannot explain too many problems, but if you think about Fan Xian's current official position in the Southern Dynasty, and then think about the abnormal movements in the southern court and too many details combined, the truth of the matter will be very clear. Don't say anything about extermination. Back then, the shopkeepers of the Ye family were still alive. It was not surprising that the interested people in the Nanqing court kept a trace of blood for the Ye family.

Haitang laughed so much that he didn't know what to say for a moment. The teacher said it was right. Even if Fan Xian was Fan Shangshu's illegitimate son, even if he was a poet, even if he was a master, with his status, it was far from reaching the current height, and even more impossible. He held the Supervision Bureau with his left hand and the Inner Ward in his right hand - the Supervision Bureau and Inner Ward in his right hand. Isn't this the most powerful thing left to the world by the Ye family back then!
To be continued...