Chapter 29: There is snow in the valley

The snow was still falling, and the night was getting deeper. The village was arranging the officials and men to rest in various residential houses. Fan Xian did not let Hong Changqing and the swordsman stay at night because he knew that there were dangers hidden outside. Although the six swordsmans were good at assassination, they did not have a good method for long-distance attacks. He was the only one left in the vast clan school. Although the fire in the brazier was burning and the bamboo charcoal on the edge of the basin was prepared, it always made people feel that the temperature seemed to drop a little.

It's quiet.

Fan Xian stretched out his hands to roast the fire, his head tilted slightly, and he was obviously distracted. He suddenly spoke, "My sword has been slashed out."

He paused for a moment, then concluded, "But, Kill the Sky."

The light in the clan school lobby changed slightly, and the red light in the brazier shone out Fan Xian's shadow. The shadow twisted and moved on the ground. Then a man in black clothes walked out of the shadow and sat naturally next to Fan Xian.

Fan Xian glanced at the pale middle-aged man and handed over the wine bag.

Shadow looked at Fan Xian's wrist quietly and at the wine bag in his hand. After thinking about it, he shook his head and said in a gloomy voice: "Wine will slow down people's reaction."

"What is Yan Xiaoyi's son's name?" Fan Xian changed the topic, took back his wine bag and took a sip, feeling a spicy fire burning from his lips to his middle cavity.

"I don't know." Shadow shook his head and said, "You gave him a good nickname."

Fan Xian said, "Don't live too tightly. This little brother, who should be still frozen on a snowy night outside, how dare you attack nearby?"

Shadow nodded.

Fan Xian handed over the wine bag again and said, "Take a few sips, I am not Chen Pingping. Although there are many people in the world who want to kill me, it is at least not that easy."

Shadow thought for a while, took the wine bag and took a sip. After a moment, two blush oozed out from his pale cheeks, looking like a clown on the stage, very cute.

Fan Xian laughed and said, "If you and me get along easily, I can't stand the loneliness in the dark... I have always been curious, don't you usually need to eat and drink water?"

When protecting Chen Pingping or Fan Xian in person, the shadows are always there. No wonder Fan Xian has this question.

Shadow said gloomy: "Of course I have my own way."

Fan Xian shook his head, said nothing, and turned to the previous sentence: "You saw my sword slashing the sky."

"Yes, sir." Shadow's voice was not emotional, "That Wang Shisanlang is very strong."

Fan Xian was silent. Of course he knew that Wang Xi was very strong, so strong that he could approach the clan school quietly in the snowy night. However, he and the shadow did not notice it. He was so strong that he could block Fan Xian like a wandering soul when the arrow flew into the air, so that Fan Xian’s sword... cut the sky.

It seemed like a simple blue banner block, but Fan Xian knew the strength contained in the black arrow in the snowy night. The more light Wang Xi showed, the more he could prove his strength.

"I can't see through him." Fan Xian picked up the iron chisel from his feet and slashed it in the brazier. "This Shisanlang is indeed very strong. But he is very tolerant. If he can't be a nun, he will have great plans..."

He suddenly raised his eyebrows: "It's not that he is tolerant, he doesn't care. Wang Xi's speech shows that he doesn't care about many things, does not care about my verbal attacks, or my deliberate humiliation... If he was really sent by Sigujian, why did he care so much? Only by not caring can he ignore it. If a person can't see what he wants, it will be a little trouble."

What exactly does this Wang Shisanlang want?

This problem gradually hit Fan Xian's heart. He didn't like this situation where an outsider suddenly ran in and was in chaos.

Shadow suddenly spoke, "This person... should be from Jianlu, but not just from Jianlu."

Fan Xian didn't understand very well, but he believed in Shadow's judgment. The closed disciples taught by Sigu Jian were indeed mysteriously powerful.

He sighed and said, "Let's talk about it when he kills Brother Xiaojian."

Shadow looked at him and knew that this was the so-called confession. Knowing that Fan Xian used this knife to kill people not to look at the quality of the knife, but to look at the heart of the knife. If Wang Shisanlang really looked at the sword's attitude and Yan Xiaoyi's son died at his hands, Fan Xian would have a lot of articles to do. At least there would be a huge gap in the relationship between Xinyang and Dongyi City.

"Others don't know that Wang Shisanlang is a disciple of the Sigu Jiandi." Shadow reminded.

Fan Xian calmly explained: "If he kills Brother Xiaojian, I will let people all over the world know that he is the closed disciple of Sigujian."

Shadow was silent for a moment: "My wise...but this benefit may not be enough."

Fan Xian understood what he meant, and playing Sigujian in would make Dongyicheng angry. Although Fan Xian and the entire Qing Dynasty court were used to wearing a black pot on Sigujian's idiot's head, now that Sigujian has divided his sincerity to Fan Xian, it would be a pity if this sincerity is used to promote the relationship between Xinyang and Dongyicheng.

He glanced at the shadow and said with a slight slightest: "I listen to you, you are more familiar with the affairs of Dongyi City."

"Yes, sir." Shadow said slowly: "And it's also the next five days that will be snowy, which is suitable for archery attacks. Be careful."

"How far is the Black Rider from us?"

"Ten miles."

Fan Xian was silent. In such a snowy day, a master with arrows was drifting away from the convoy. Fortunately, the black cavalry swept around, so it was impossible for the other party to mobilize the military team to take the risk.

To transfer troops to kill Fan Xian, all targets must be killed completely without leaving any evidence to the palace.

Even the strongest army of Qing Kingdom did not have the ability to massacre the five hundred black cavalry without leaving behind a few living people.

"I don't understand why I chose to attack me on the way back to Beijing. The other party should know that the possibility of success is not high." Fan Xian frowned and said, "Although Yan Xiaoyi's son is young, he is not so arrogant."

"Maybe he has a reason to do it." Shadow said slowly: "I'll kill him."

After thinking for a while, Fan Xian shook his head slowly: "I don't know who else is around him. We are together, so let that Wang Shisanlang take action... Safety first, it is difficult for a master to gather more than a dozen or twenty creatures. If there are only a few people, why should we worry?"

Shadow looked at him strangely and said nothing.

Fan Xian looked up at the dark gray nets of the clan school lobby and sighed in his heart. He did not dare to use his people to fight back the most powerfully in this windy and snowy night, because... the biggest gap in his mind in the past two or three years was the arrow and the bow.

Yan Xiaoyi's bow and arrow.

Until today two years later, Fan Xian could still clearly feel the breath of death in the corner tower of the Imperial City, and the aura of the ground attached to the arrow. He still felt extremely palpitations.

The arrow from outside the clan school came too suddenly and unreasonable, so Fan Xian was worried that this was a game, a game that tried to lure himself or his shadow into the snow forest to snipe.

Yan Xiaoyi also returned to Beijing by an order this year. The court newspaper said that he was still on the road and had not arrived in Beijing, but who knows... on which road he was on? Is he on his way back to Beijing?

Fan Xian was plucking the charcoal fire in the brazier, and his thoughts had already floated into the snow forest outside the village. The fire in the brazier gradually dimmed and gradually went out.

"Go to bed early."

Fan Xian sighed in the darkness, stood up and slapped his hips, tightened his collar on the fox fur, pushed open the gate of the clan school, and the wind and snow outside poured in, making his eyes narrow, but no arrow shot over it. Instead, he was a little disappointed.

On the second day, the convoy followed the north of Yingzhou and headed towards Kyoto. Because of what happened last night, the entire convoy's escort work became more rigorous. The swordsmen from the sixth department divided three of them, pretending to be merchants walking in the snow, and watching all suspicious figures in the dark.

Fan Xian issued another order to protect the five hundred black cavalry from the front and rear of the convoy from far away, and also brought the convoy closer together. The sound of hooves could be heard faintly. We must ensure safety.

Along the way, there are always some people with a sense of a world of martial arts. They are watching the train convoy in the teahouse, in the restaurant, in the inn, outside the inn, and outside the inn.

The secret swordsmen of the Supervision Bureau were a little vigilant. After reporting to Fan Xian, Fan Xian just nodded slightly without any big reaction.

When he was about to leave Yingzhou, a woman with a broken arm was waiting respectfully by the road, blocked the convoy and asked to see the adults.

When Fan Xian saw her, he was drinking tea while looking at the woman who looked really charming with a little interest.

The woman knelt in the carriage, with a hint of awe and a hint of fear, and said, "I have seen the adults."

Fan Xian nodded and waved his hand and said, "Guan Wumei is so beautiful to speak."

"Yes." This female bandit who was famous in Yingzhou, Xia Qifei's cousin, stood up respectfully, and half-hunched, so that his head would not touch the roof of the car.

"What are you finding?" Fan Xian asked, rubbing his eyebrows. Although the intelligence network of the Supervision Bureau spreads all over the world, if you want to investigate people in the market, it is still not as good as a gang like Jiangnan Water Village, which is already deeply rooted in the private sector. No matter which inn picks up what guests or which car dealer sends away, Jiangnan Water Village can find out clearly.

Guan Wumei reported the situation these days, and then said, "I only found one person with a big jail bag, but the brothers in the gang couldn't follow him. He disappeared from Fujiapo the day before yesterday. I looked at the whereabouts. It should be that he was heading to Kyoto."

Fan Xian was silent for a moment, thinking that Brother Xiaojian was indeed very brave enough to kill him alone.

After a few more words, he asked Guan Wumei to get out of the car.

The convoy started moving forward again, just like the shadows gained from observing the celestial phenomena. In the next few days, snow was still floating in the sky. The snowflakes were sometimes big and sometimes small, and gradually became fascinating and confusing.

Finally, I safely arrived at Weizhou, the upper reaches of the Wei River. This place was the last prefecture before entering Kyoto in the south. The city was not big, but it was very prosperous. However, the imperial court decided early, and Fan Xian's housekeeping silver box was still above the Wei River. He slowly went to Kyoto under the protection of the Shazhou Navy, but he could no longer delay.

So on the second day, he left Weizhou, but at this time he had already revealed his identity and transferred a hundred troops from the Weizhou side to the Weizhou side. Weizhou side was afraid that something would happen to this big man, so of course he would agree with all his requests.

The team stepped north for a day, left Weizhou and entered Kyoto.

Fan Xian stood on the carriage and looked back. He saw Jing Ge wearing a silver mask watching him on the low hill behind him. He nodded, Jing Ge got on the horse, and clenched his right fist. Five hundred black cavalry was like a black blade, cutting through the tranquility of the hill, passing through this hill, ready to return to the Black Cavalry camp forty miles away.

This is the death rule of the Qing Dynasty court. The Black Cavalry was the invincible personal army that His Majesty personally ordered to be eliminated to Chen Pingping. However, in order to ensure the transcendent status and balance of the Supervision Bureau, the Black Cavalry was strictly prohibited from entering the jurisdiction of Kyoto.

If you take a step, you will be killed without mercy. This is the iron rule of the black cavalry. Fan Xian often thinks that he can understand from this iron rule. Although his emperor is so confident that he can even play narcissistic, he can even play with anyone who rebels, but he is afraid... he also understands deep down that if the powerful and nobles in Qingguo rebel, they will be the most terrifying of the lame man.

Although the emperor would not believe that the lame men would rebel, as the emperor, he must be on guard against it.

After entering Kyoto, the official roads became wider, the mountains and forests were fewer, and there were more pedestrians, the wind and snow gradually subsided, the snow gradually subsided, and the wet mud wrapped around the horse's hooves, making the entire convoy a little difficult to move.

However, the hearts of the people in the Supervision Bureau have relaxed. No one around Kyoto dares to snipe in broad daylight.

Although Fan Xian is a very cautious person, he is no exception. Since the founding of the Qing Kingdom, even if the military occasionally makes ambitious people, no one dares to cause trouble near Kyoto.

A small valley appeared in front of me, the snow pressing against the precious evergreen forest, the branches creaking, and the frost became a dragon.

Fan Xian lifted the thick curtain and looked at the valley. He found that there were no stones on the mountain. The huge city silhouette of Kyoto could be seen in the distance, as if it was suffocating like a giant beast.

Fan Xian smiled and said, Kyoto, he was finally back. Brother Xiaojian's extremely unreasonable arrow made him nervous for so many days. It seems that his cultivation in his mind and nature really needs to be strengthened.

Suddenly his earlobe trembled, and he heard the sound of a sharp blade inserted into the flesh and blood in the forest ahead. It was the sound of a shadow taking action, and then he heard the sound of a crossbow pivot.

Fan Xian roared and reached out to grab the groom in front of him. All the carriages in the convoy came to an abrupt end with the scream!

From the low mountain, a huge crossbow arrow broke through the air, holding the howling wind and thunder, and sneered at the carriage where Fan Xian was.

The groom in front of the car screamed wildly, broke free from Fan Xian's hand, and blocked Fan Xian's face!

Although Fan Xian reacted very quickly, the crossbow arrow with a long arm still thrust hard on the driver's chest and abdomen. The blood and internal organs were sprayed out, and the liver was covered with the wall!

The crossbow arrow broke out and nailed the driver's body to Fan Xian's side. Fan Xian's face was gloomy. He slapped the wall and with a sound of plaster, a wooden board quickly lowered from the cotton curtain of the carriage, sealing the entire carriage.
Chapter completed!