Chapter 12: The Heart after the War

Before dawn, there was darkness, and the fire crackled, and occasionally a few sparks jumped out, drawing a fleeting red mark in the air. These red marks were reflected in Haitang's eyes, making them look particularly strange.

She stood up, looked at Fan Xian, and said softly: "What exactly do you want to do?" Or, what did Fan Xian do in these three days.

"I did nothing." Fan Xian turned his back to her, and his back looked particularly straight, "I just want to keep you for three days."

Haitang's pupils shrank slightly, and he was deceived by Fan Xian for three days. The master of Wang Ting also followed Shanyu Subida and followed him for three days. Indeed, Fan Xian didn't need to do anything himself, but something must have happened to Wang Ting.

The woman was a person who could take it and let it go. She looked at Fan Xian quietly, turned around and walked towards the tribe. Her steps were not necessarily urgent, but she was extremely fast, just like an elf in the grassland, leaping out three feet in a moment.

"It's too late for you to go back." Fan Xian turned around and looked at her quietly, "You and the Emperor of Northern Qi lied to me once and imprisoned me. The people in the Central Plains in the royal court were all from Northern Qi, but you were still lied to me... These people are very dangerous for me, Daqing, to me, Daqing. I must get rid of them."

Haitang stopped and knew that what Fan Xian was saying was true. If there was any change in the Wang Ting place within these three days, it would be too late to rush back at this time: "There is extremely strict defense in the Crescent Sea. Since you haven't done it yourself, who is the one who did it?"

Without waiting for Fan Xian to answer, an image of extremely cold and cold penetrated into her heart. She did not forget that there was a number one assassin in the world in the Supervision Institute, and Shanyu was not in the royal court. All the masters came out, and who could resist the assassin's attack. The shadow of the Supervision Institute would never fail.

Whether it was Haitang or Shanyu who could stay in the royal court, he was afraid that he would not give Shadow any chance to take action. With this in mind, Haitang finally understood why Fan Xian showed up and lured him to find him. He lured Shanyu to follow him and the other two.

"Your heart is getting harder and harder." She turned around and looked at Fan Xian, not so angry, but just with a sense of loneliness, "Who else in this world is the land you refuse to use?"

Fan Xian took advantage of Haitang, but he didn't feel any guilt in his heart. Both sides were already on a hostile standpoint at this time.

"I'm not a ruthless person." Fan Xian looked at her several feet away and said with a slight gaze. Then he shook his arms and rushed towards Haitang. The domineering true energy in his body burst to the extreme in an instant, shaking the air in the night sky and grassland was in chaos, and it swept over like a tornado.

Haitang looked at the man who was approaching like a god. His eyes lit up, his hands stretched out from the thin leather robe, drew a semicircle beside him, and stabilized the airflow around his body in a flash.

The previous moment was still full of affection. The sadness of parting was sad, but the next moment, a storm suddenly broke out. Fan Xian was like a god of killing under the moonlit night, holding the grass and sparks around him, and punching him out with a punch, and the fist was like thunder.

Haitang Duoduo shook his body and disappeared before the storm. The next moment, it appeared in front of Fan Xian in the wind eye. He pointed to a sword and stabbed it diagonally, as if he was about to pick the moon in the sky, and pierced Fan Xian's throat with the extreme freedom.

The crescent sea reflects the moon in the sky, very beautiful and quiet. People around Haizi are sleeping, and only the early maids start walking into Haizi, preparing to start filling water and wash the princes and nobles.

A maid looked at the mute servant with a hunched body. She smiled, took out a piece of cake from her arms and handed it over. The mute servant was picked up from the grassland by a big man four months ago. She was a little disabled, but she was very strong, and it was the most convenient to do rough work. However, because this man could not speak and was a slave, she was often bullied by the young nobles around the royal court, which looked very pitiful.

If it weren't for these kind-hearted Hu girls' helping each other every day, I'm afraid this mute servant wouldn't have lived for a few days.

The mute servant took the Hu cake handed over to Hu Nu, smiled flatteringly, and made a roar in his throat, as if he wanted to express his gratitude. Hu Nu giggled a few times, almost breaking the tranquility of the crescent sea before the morning.

The mute servant walked to the meadow behind the Crescent Sea. Every day at dawn, he had to pick up sheep dung. People in the royal court had long been used to this scene.

But today, the mute servant walked through the meadow and walked through the dense sheep dung. He was still hunched over, but he didn't even look at the sheep dung. On weekdays, he would be happy to have encountered so much sheep dung, but today he didn't have to be happy because he no longer had to pick up sheep dung.

Walking into a piece of grass, the mute servant slowly pulled out an iron rod from his arms and poked it into the soil. He shook his right palm, and with a puff, the iron rod with blood was shaken into several feet below the soil, and no trace was found again!

The mute servant pursed his dry lips, closed his eyes and thought about the process of his actions, confirming that there was no omission, then he took a step again, still hunched over, and slowly moved towards the depths of the grassland. He didn't know when he would go back to the Central Plains.

The Crescent Sea was calm, and no one noticed that a mute servant had left the place where he lived for four months. The protection around the tent seemed strict, but in fact it seemed a little dead, especially those people who were taken seriously by the Shanyu, those important figures responsible for contacting Qingzhou City and Dingzhou City, and the tents where they lived were extremely silent.

Wei Wucheng was so soft that he couldn't speak at all. He couldn't even move his fingers, but his teeth were shaking and clattering. He looked at the dead people around him and felt a cold rising from the depths of his heart.

He was responsible for the accounts and trade of the royal court, but he knew that these colleagues around him were all powerful characters from Daqi. If these people had not helped Shanyu, it would be impossible for the forces on the grassland to fight against the cavalry of Qing Kingdom in more than a year, and they had gained so many benefits from it.

However, these people died and survived by themselves.

He remembered the previous scene and fear came to his heart. He wanted to scream in surprise, but couldn't scream.

That shadow, that god of death, controlled himself like a ghost, and then easily and slowly slaughtered everyone in the tent without making any sound or making any reaction.

Wei Wucheng didn't know who that person was, and why the other party didn't kill him. Chatting could save his life, which was a benefit that no one could imagine. He just fell into endless fear, his pupils shrank nervously, feeling that this darkness could never be converted into light.

With one finger, his fingertips were so slender and ordinary, but it seemed to contain the light of heaven and earth. In an instant, the wind and intention broke through, and picked it to Fan Xian's throat. At this time, his fist had already hit the air, rubbed Haitang's right shoulder and blasted on the grass. A large ball of soil and grass chips were blown up.

Taking advantage of the power of heaven and earth to do natural things, no school is more powerful than Tianyi. At this time, the moon shadow gradually disappeared, and the vision on the grassland was blurred. But with the slithering steps and the action of the crabapple, it seemed that it could subtly detect every ray of wind and every grass clipping on the grassland, and it was so clear that it was so beautiful that it escaped from the extreme.

Fan Xian learned the inner mental method of Tianyidao from this girl's home, but he was far from a rival to Haitang for practicing with the power.

His eyes narrowed, and his left finger bounced. A knife turned around twice on his fingertips, and the tip of the sheath appeared. A cold light suddenly appeared. A moon-cutting record hit the fingertips that stood several inches away from his throat.

With the cultivation level of the two of them, no matter whether they touch each other's body, as long as they touch each other's body, the true energy will enter through the bridge. It will seriously damage the other party. Therefore, Fan Xian had to stop the finger that was too light and light to be able to grasp the trace.

However, in order to hide his identity, he did not have a sleeve crossbow on his body. There was no black dagger in his boots. Where did this knife come from?

The small sword light was about to slash Haitang's finger. At this moment, everything seemed to slow down. I saw the knife clearly. It was the gift that Haitang gave to the young master of Fan Xian's family before!

Haitang's pupils became brighter and brighter. The lightness was filled with an indescribable smell. Her fingers did not retract and she responded without any response. She still pointed to Fan Xian's throat, as if she had not seen this knife.

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, his left hand relaxed slightly, and his sword suddenly stopped.

However, unexpectedly, he did not care about Haitang's finger at his throat, but slapped Haitang's chest directly.

Fan Xian puts his knife, Haitang holds his fingers, Fan Xian puts his palms, and Haitang protects him. There are four simple actions, but they have to do so neatly and give up so without any delay. Perhaps in this world, only when these two young people face the enemy will there be such a wonderful scene.

However, Fan Xian finally took the lead, and his palm had already been printed on Haitang's chest.

Haitang's eyes became brighter and brighter. The palm of Huigong ignored the palm of his hand, but gently dispersed his fingers, just like the autumn grass floating in the grassland with the night wind, which put on Fan Xian's arms one by one, imprisoning his right arm.

In the four moments of lightning, Fan Xian and Haitang Duoduo each had a chance to kill each other, and this opportunity was even reserved for the other party, but they could not take action.

The word is written as the heart. This is the first time that the two people on the banks of the North Sea meet. Fan Xian uses aphrodisiacs to touch his heart. After the crabapple responds with lightness, two young people from the Northern Qi and Nanqing, the battle of hearts continued for several years.

What seems to be moving is the hand, but what is actually moving is the heart.

Haitang bet that Fan Xian couldn't cut his finger with a knife, and Fan Xian abandoned the knife.

Fan Xian bet that Haitang could not help but point his throat, and Haitang turned back.

Haitang bet Fan Xian couldn't bear to spit out a force when he was gambled at his chest, so he tied his right arm.

If you are reluctant to let it go, why bother?

Fan Xian had a strange smile on his face and looked at Haitang in front of him. Although the two knew that this action would be in vain in the end, he still took action.

Haitang put his inched fingers and exhaled Tianyi's pure true energy, blocking Fan Xian's domineering true energy from his right arm, and the palm that he imprinted on his chest suddenly lost its effect.

Fan Xian still took action, without any threat or any true energy. He moved outside Haitang's clothes.

The place where his palms were printed was wonderful, very soft and gentle.

So this move is very ecstatic.

Haitang was very angry and his heart was slightly confused.

Fan Xianqidao's left hand brushed quietly in the other party's heart, hitting Haitang's ear, and gently flicked the tip of his little finger. A golden needle pierced into the acupoint under Haitang's ear.

He wanted to tie Haitang back to the Central Plains, and he wanted to let the situation set by Kuhe no longer endure the poor girl's mind, so he thought hard and took risks, but he wanted to capture the other party.

It's this shot.

A generation of Tianjiao, the saint of Northern Qi, Haitang Duoduo, was finally defeated. He was defeated on this quiet grassland and defeated by Fan Xian.

In the fourth year of Qingli, since Haitang Duoduo came out of the mountain, he had never lost a single battle. He was very famous and was once upon a time. Until later, a poetic immortal and a young master appeared in Qing Dynasty. Since then, people in the world have discussed enthusiastically that if Haitang Duoduo met Fan Xian, who would win?

On the banks of the Beihai, Haitang met Fan Xian for the first time. At that time, Fan Xian was not the other party of Haitang at all. He just used the body skills taught by Uncle Wu Zhu to barely avoid it, and supported it on the meadow with poisonous needles and smoke. But Fan Xian was not defeated because he successfully forced Haitang to retreat with his shamelessness and ruthlessness. Did you remember that the spring in the Beihai was full of spring.

After that, Haitang and Fan Xian did not really fight, but both of them knew that if it was just a martial arts competition, Fan Xian was no longer a match for Haitang. But if his life was fought against each other, with Fan Xian's ruthlessness, even if Haitang could kill Fan Xian, he would probably have to pay a huge price.

Of course, after that, the two of them were friends, and this scandal story began to be circulated all over the world. Everyone knew that it was impossible for two people to fight, and some people would inevitably be disappointed. If these disappointed people knew what was happening on the grassland today, they would definitely be very excited.

Haitang Duoduo finally defeated by the hands of Xiao Fan. To be precise, she defeated by Fan Xian's further shamelessness and insidiousness.

The golden needle was trembling under Haitang Jingrun's ears. Fan Xian gently held the needle with his fingers, his face was very serious. He kept pouring true energy into Haitang's meridians with this fine needle. His right hand had already been removed from Haitang's control. He was fast on the girl's body and must completely control her.

In Jiangnan, the injuries in the body were cured by Tianyi's true qi. Fan Xian knew more than anyone else about the recovery ability of Tianyi's true qi. The golden needle pierced the acupoint, which could only make Haitang's body stiff for a moment. To truly control her but not hurt her, she could only use her domineering true qi to forcibly seal the meridian barrier in her body.

However... Fan Xian's fingers with the wind gradually slowed down, his eyes were very solemn, even with a hint of sadness.

Finally he stopped his fingers and slowly left the golden needle with his left hand.

With a crisp sound, the golden needle under the ear of Haitang broke inch by inch!

The golden needle that was so thin and soft, and was pierced into the key acupoints under her ear was actually broken by the true energy in her body. What a powerful rebound.

With a puff, Haitang spitted out a mouthful of blood, and her face suddenly became pale, but the pupils were still bright. She quietly looked at Fan Xian, who was covered in sadness in front of her, wiped the blood at the corner of her mouth, and said, "I have hurt my internal organs. I am not your opponent. You can try to keep me."

Fan Xian was silent. He knew what happened in Haitang's body before. When he forced himself to seal the veins with his domineering true qi, the pure Tianyi true qi in Haitang's body began to fight back, and even fought back without hesitation, forcibly hitting every finger he fell to the ground.

If Fan Xian forced himself to continue, at most he would consume his true energy and could control Haitang. However, Haitang's decisive posture of reversing true energy would cause her meridians to burst and become a useless person.

After a moment of quietness, Fan Xian lowered his head and said sadly: "Even if he dies... he will not follow me?"

Haitang looked at him calmly, blood dripped from his lips, and said slowly: "If my heart was not confused, how could you control me? If your heart was not confused, how could you miss the great opportunity to capture me and mess with Xihu? I don't want to die, but I know that you won't let me die."

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you."

What we thanked was Haitang’s trust in him, what we thanked was the other party to know his heart and his love. Although the two had never said it clearly, they had already known it. Just like the night on the grassland, the moon on the edge of the night line, it was very clear and unforgettable.

After saying thank you, Fan Xian looked at Haitang and said word by word: "Do you really want to stay in Xihu and become enemies on the battlefield with me?"

"I have my persistence, you have your persistence, right?" Haitang's ordinary face was filled with an inexplicable brilliance, two points of stubbornness, three points of confidence, and five points of persistence.

Fan Xian gritted his teeth and whispered angrily: "This is Kuhe's arrangement. What kind of person are you? Why should you obey his arrangement honestly?"

This is the most angry point of Fan Xian. What he hates most in this life is that he is controlled by those terrible old monsters. He firmly believes that life will be free, which is more important than the Northern Qi Dynasty in the grassland.

Haitang looked at him quietly, as if he was looking at a child, and said, "If you listen to you and leave the grassland, wouldn't it be your arrangement?"

Fan Xian was stunned and knew what the other party meant.

"The grassland cannot be messy, I must stay." Haitang looked at him and said, "I don't know what you have done in these three days. Maybe I can't stop you, but I have to find a way to stop the turmoil on the grassland."

Fan Xian was quiet for a while, shook his head, and said, "Who can stop it?"

Haitang looked at him.
To be continued...