Chapter 52: Fog

The second prince left Baoyue Tower, his face was a bit strangely cold. No matter what information he obtained during this conversation, he had some trust and fear of Fan Xian's purpose, but the facts tonight have proved a lot. His power in Beijing has been uprooted mercilessly by Fan Xian. Now there are only two ways in front of him, one is to resolutely rely on the eldest princess, and the other is to honestly withdraw from the war of fighting for the throne as Fan Xian thought.

If you don’t have the strength, what can you fight for? But the second prince also knew in his heart that if the situation continues to develop like this, if Fan Xian does not sweep his own power tonight, then in the near future, either Qingguo will fall into turmoil, or he will be ruthlessly eliminated.

But he would not feel any gratitude to Fan Xian because Fan Xian forced him to a dead end.

After a few words from the eldest prince and Fan Xian, he left Baoyue Tower with a worried look on his face, and took the third prince away. The conversation between the royal brothers was not very pleasant, and the third brother was about to return to the palace, so it was more appropriate for him to take it back as the commander of the imperial guards.

At this time, the night was getting deeper. If there were no thick snow clouds in the sky, you would definitely be able to see the moon move to where the night should be.

Fan Xian did not leave Baoyue Tower. He sat alone for a long time and asked the building to clean up a pot of mutton slices and eat it. The food was a little hot. He drank a few glasses of wine before slowly standing up, walking to the window and looking down.

Outside the window, there was a silence like death. The Kyoto Prefecture and the garrison troops had all withdrawn. Baoyue Tower closed today, and the girls had already gone to bed, leaving only a few clever people to serve him.

The red candle stood quietly in the building, and Fan Xian asked Shi Qing'er to prepare a bucket of hot water and took a comfortable bath.

After taking a shower, he rubbed his cheeks with a little redness and asked, "Have the eldest prince been to Yangcong Lane these two days?"

Shi Qing'er listened on the side, knowing that the boss was talking about the Hu princess, so she shook her head and was about to come forward to serve him in dressing, but he waved his hand and called him out.

After a moment, Sang Wen came in. The gentle shopkeeper of Baoyuelou squatted slightly. He carefully put his close-fitting underwear on his body, and his fingers slid across the surface of his well-proportioned muscles. He was stunned, but he did not dare to move more. He carefully tied the dark crossbow that was only three fingers wide to his left forearm.

Putting on his boots and inserting the slender black crossbow head into the boots, Sang Wen stood up and finished tidying up Fan Xian's clothing. He protected the black inspector's official uniform to cover Fan Xian's skin that could be hurt every rain, and then nodded.

Fan Xian smiled slightly and expressed his appreciation, confirming that the pills on his body were not lost, patted Sang Wen's head, and walked out of the room.

Sang Wen was slightly stunned and said, "Sir, Sword?"

Fan Xian turned around and looked at the Great Wei Emperor Sword held in Sang Wen's hand. His expression was calm, but a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. After a while, he said, "This sword is too bright, so don't take it anymore, just put it here."

The triple leather curtain of Baoyue Tower was lifted open, and the person in charge respectfully sent Fan Xian out of the door. At this time, he had lifted the back hat of the lotus shirt and put it on his head, allowing the shadow to cover his pretty face, and stepped down the stone steps outside the stairs. He couldn't help but look up at the heavy night, as if he wanted to confirm whether it would snow later.

The carriage drove over, and he shook his head and signaled that he would go there and go east first.

Today, the banquet was held at Baoyue Tower. He did not bring the Tiger Guards, and the entire power of the Supervision Bureau in Kyoto had already carried out countless raids in the dark. Even the Qi Nian team was thrown in. At this time, the only ones following him were the few guards from Fan Mansion and a coachman.

Everyone knew about the banquet at Baoyue Tower today. They also heard about the commotion in Kyoto tonight. They thought the young master wanted to walk and think, so they didn't dare to go forward to disturb him, but just let the carriage follow far behind.

I didn't go east long, and I turned into a straight street and a long street.

A straight long street.

He suddenly stopped wearing a lotus suit, as if he was listening to something. Then he waved his hand and signaled the car behind not to follow, and he walked towards the street by himself.

It was already late at night, and a strange fog suddenly appeared in the streets and alleys of Kyoto where the snow stopped. The fog gradually heavier than the air, gathering from all directions and gradually spreading on the long street.

The slightly white fog is not very distinct in the night streets of Kyoto without lights, but it effectively hinders people's eyes, making people open their eyes as blind and unable to see their five fingers.

The carriage following behind did not dare to let Fan Xian walk alone this night, nor was he going to obey his arrangements, but he still had to stop at this time.

The escorts of Fan's mansion in the car pulled the lanterns that were pissed off the wind even brighter, but the dim yellow light only illuminated the fog in front, just like the clouds above the Cangshan Mountain, but they couldn't find much distance. They could no longer see the lonely back wearing black lotus clothes.

On the long street, the white mist gradually became wide, and only Fan Xian's weak footsteps could be heard, sounding at an extremely steady and fixed rhythm. Apart from that, there was no sound, as if there were no living creatures on the street.

The people who were going to kill tonight in the Supervision Bureau seemed to have been killed, and the people who wanted to capture the land had been arrested and were firmly in charge of the seventh department. The people in Kyoto, who were not aware of these things, were greedy for warmth in the bed, and the powerful people who were traveling at night had already returned home in shock, and the people who were fighting were lazy. The officers and soldiers of the Thirteen City Gate Division were just watching the city gate.

The footsteps kept moving forward, and then seemed to notice something, and paused in the white fog. A gust of winter night wind blew, blowing the fog on the long street a little thinner, and you could vaguely see the end of the long street.

There should be no one at the end of the long street, but I always feel that someone seems to be guarding there. He, wearing lotus clothes, stopped, raised his head, looked straight ahead with his eyes calmly, as if he wanted to see who it was there.

Then he saw a man.

The man was burly, with his shoulders as iron as a mountain, standing there at the end of the long street, carrying a long bow behind him, carrying a quiver, and there were thirteen arrows in his barrel.

The wind stops and the fog is thick, and it will never be seen again.

Tonight is the moment when Fan Xian asked the Supervisory Office to launch a general attack on the Second Prince, but he seemed to have forgotten one thing: when your attack is the most fierce, it is often the weakest defense. At this time, there is no one around him to rely on, only himself. He is revenge on the sniping of the valley. He has revenge for no reason, but he has forgotten that a certain general wants to revenge for the death of his only son.

Can you avoid the bow opposite?

Two years ago, he was shot down from the palace wall by this bow and had no power to fight back. The arch and arrow had become the biggest gap in his martial arts practice.

So he stopped behind the fog.

In the white fog, Yan Xiaoyi lowered his eyes slightly, feeling the aura of the person behind the fog, ensuring that the other party would not escape from his control.

There is no sign of moving in this side of the fog.

Yan Xiaoyi, the former commander of the imperial guards, the current governor of the Qing Kingdom's campaign against the Peking University, and the few super strong men above the ninth rank in Qing Kingdom. Naturally, he is not a lunatic. He knows what this means.

But he still did not forcibly suppress his fighting spirit and bloodiness, because when he saw Yan Shendu's body in the Yuantai camp, he had already made up his mind to live for a lifetime. Why? Even if he ruled the world's troops and captured this whole country in the future, who would he entrust it to?

So he is not a lunatic, but he is already crazy.

The capital was not peaceful tonight. No one expected that Fan Xian would carry out such a powerful storm. At the same time, no one would have thought that the Grand General of the Campaign would give up his concerns and return to the original hunter's mind. He observed Fan Xian coldly, stared at Fan Xian, waited for Fan Xian, and patiently waited Fan Xian to death.

Although there is fog in the long street, it can stop people's sight, but it cannot stop Yan Xiaoyi's arrows. His arrows are originally without eyes.

Tonight, he came with thirteen feather arrows to ask Fan Xian. What does that sentence mean on a posting notice? If Fan Xian dies, it would be fine if he doesn't ask about this question - no matter how much Fan Xian improves over the years or how genius he is in martial arts cultivation, Yan Xiaoyi also believed in a bit indifferently that he could definitely kill the other party.

This matter has nothing to do with the fight for the throne, and has nothing to do with the world. It is not for justice or for profit, but for personal grudges that cannot be resolved.

The energy has been locked, and the two of them are on the street and on the street, with no other way except facing it. Fan Xian was silent behind the fog, as if he was evaluating whether he should fight or retreat.

After a long silence, Yan Xiaoyi took a step forward, and the murderous aura on his body made the white mist in front of him sway, revealing a clearing in front of him, and the air suddenly became colder again.

However... his feet were immediately withdrawn, and he looked at the eaves on the upper left from the corner of his eyes, frowned slightly, and blocked his body with the stone beast on the eaves.

With his body and the stone beast as a line, he felt that at the end of that line, there was an extremely terrifying murderous intent waiting for him.

This is a sense of no reason. He grew up in the forest since childhood and dealt with wild animals, but he also raised the sensitivity of wild animals. He always judged the existence of danger in advance.

At this time, the long bow was already in his hand, but the arrow branch had not been skewed. Yan Xiaoyi lowered his head slightly, feeling the abnormal movements around him - who was ambushing whom?

He is a peerless strong man at the ninth level. Apart from the four old monsters, Yan Xiaoyi does not have much to be afraid of in this world. Even whenever his state reaches the peak, he always feels like challenging the Grand Master in his heart.

Because of his realm, he could clearly detect that on the long street, only he and Fan Xian dared to decorate Fan Xian with his heart so coldly, ready to shoot a fatal arrow.

However, when he took that step, he discovered an extremely strange phenomenon.

The first thing to be affected was the unknown source of danger that was unknown, and the second was that when he fell down at that step, the fog smell behind him seemed to have changed a little.

It's taste, not taste.

It is the subtle touch change between wind and fog, not the feeling after the entrance.

Yan Xiaoyi knew that behind him, there was an extremely powerful person who had been hiding behind him. He didn't know what level of martial arts cultivation this person has reached, but if he could hide it for so long, he would definitely have the ability to hurt himself.

He dared not act rashly because he knew that once he fired an arrow, the energy that had been stored for a long time would be discharged and some defects would be revealed. Once his mind was lacking, he was not sure that he could escape from the master behind him and the danger in the distance.

The long street was silent coldly, and the people on the other end of the fog could not move, and Yan Xiaoyi on the other end of the fog could not move either.

Can't move your feet, but you can do it.

Yan Xiaoyi took a deep breath of air, and his whole body looked wider and his fingers slowly fell down, as if he was accidentally brushing his bowstring.

His fingers were very thick, but the movement was very gentle. It was like sweeping softly across the drawing paper, brushing the green onion fingers across the piano silk, and the orchids bloomed slightly.

There was a buzzing sound, and the bowstring trembled.

It seemed that a strange magic power was generated on his bowstring. The slightly trembling bowstring drove the air around him. It twisted the slightly white mist and gradually condensed into strength, cutting through the long street in front of him, and quietly attacking the other end of the fog with this buzzing sound.

Attacking the man on the other end of the fog.

A muffled groan came from the other end of the fog, followed by the sound of someone falling to the ground.

Yan Xiaoyi calmly turned his wrists and stood upright with a long bow. He didn't see how he moved. The arrow feathers were already on the string. There was no arrow shot before and there was such a power, not to mention that there were arrows on his string at this time!

But he did not shoot the arrow, but just remained silent. Because he clearly judged that the person on the other end of the fog was not Fan Xian. Although he was very confused, he clearly saw Fan Xian leave the Baoyue Tower and when did the other party transfer the bag, he understood that hunting tonight had changed the role of hunters and prey.

Yan Xiaoyi was not afraid, as long as the long bow was in his hand. Even if two ninth-grade masters came to ambush him, he would not be afraid. On the contrary, he was a little excited that he had not been missing for a long time and was ready to use the arrow on his bowstring to end a certain life.

The bow and arrow in his hand did not aim, but his mind had already locked in the distant place, but the stone beast on the eaves of the house was separated by the two sides and could not get the arrow.

Yan Xiaoyi still has some energy to put in the moment that changed before, but now he has returned to the normal smell of fog.

No one will move first.

I don’t know how long it took, but the strange fog on the long street still did not dissipate, and Yan Xiaoyi’s mountain-like body was still standing, without any sign of fatigue.

But he knew that the two men were not tired in secret, at least they did not realize that the other party's mind was relaxed - it was a great thing to be able to compare patience and perseverance with him. Yan Xiaoyi recognized the other party's realm and strength.

He understood that the long street sniper in the middle of the night had already reached a deadlock. He protected himself with the stone beast, but also stopped him. If he continued to stalemate like this, he was afraid that it would be dawn and both sides could not move.

However, the other party could withdraw, but Yan Xiaoyi could not move. He knew that he was in a disadvantage.

It has been a long time since Yan Xiaoyi was still standing steadily in a corner of the street, as unshakable as a statue, with a long bow in his hand, an arrow in his string, and a steady silk thread, which has a very strange beauty.

Suddenly, a cough suddenly came from the long street filled with white mist.

Accompanied by this strange cough, a faint light also reflected into the fog. The light gradually brightened up. As we approached the corner of the street, we became closer, and we realized that there were two lanterns.

The lantern was held in the hands of two little eunuchs, and the little eunuch's face turned a little white with cold.

Behind the eunuch was a sedan chair carried by four servants, and the cough kept ringing from the sedan chair.

The sedan chair stopped beside Yan Xiaoyi, and the curtain of the sedan chair was slightly lifted, revealing an old and tired face.

This face belongs to Eunuch Hong.
Chapter completed!