Chapter 66: Farmer, villa, a little field

Fan Xian frowned. He looked at the man in the shadow, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why are you so happy that you look like this? Although we have met a few times, we are really not used to it."

The swordsman in the dark shadow bowed slightly and said with a smile: "I have always been such a frivolous person. Please forgive me, Lord Xiao Fan."

"Frivolous?" Fan Xian frowned and said, "No wonder he got such a big mess because of his greed and playfulness. The palace appointed him to get rid of you."

The swordsman's face turned stern and said seriously: "I can live to this day because of all the faults of Lord Shangshu."

Fan Xian didn't say anything else, but thought of something else, someone else.

In the battle of Dadongshan, more than a hundred tiger guards were all killed. His Majesty the Emperor used the sword in the hands of Sigujian to clean the tiger guards in an extremely cold and ruthless manner, and also wiped out the greatest help from Fan Jian hidden in the royal family. It was precisely because of this attitude and determination that Fan Jian had to withdraw from Kyoto early.

However, Shangshu Fan grew up with His Majesty the Emperor since childhood, and has been in the court for many years. He even secretly trained the Tiger Guards for the Li royal family for so long, so he naturally left some hidden hands.

At this time, the black-clothed swordsman in front of Fan Xian was one of them. This black-clothed swordsman was once a member of the Tiger Guard, but later he pretended to die and became a direct subordinate of Fan Jian in the dark. He secretly did something shameful for the Fan Mansion, and even included the touching feet stretched out from the surveillance palace.

During the Kyoto rebellion, Fan Xian took a big risk to attack Qingyutang. Fan Jian looked behind him coldly and cleaned up the mess for him. At that time, the secret power of the Fan Mansion led by the black-clothed swordsman was secretly powered. It was not until that day that Fan Xian truly contacted his father's last batch of strength.

"You also know what happened on Dadong Mountain." Fan Xian looked at the swordsman and asked, "How many tiger guards are alive in this world now?"

"There are twenty-one under Lord Shangshu." The black-clad swordsman said with a smile: "If the Grand Master is clean, we are still useful."

Fan Xian used to only deal with the seven tiger guards with wooden faces, but for a moment he was really not used to the tone of the black-clad swordsman. He smiled bitterly and said, "Let's not mention this, when you talk about the previous incident, you suddenly have to bring so much money. Isn't my father worried that anyone in the dynasty would guess what?"

The black-clad swordsman did not answer this question. Instead, he laughed softly and asked, "The young master seems to have become much more courageous recently. When Lord Shangshu heard the news, you really started to prepare to transfer money, and even reached out to the Sun family and Xiong family. Are you not afraid that the court will notice anything?"

As soon as this statement was spoken, Fan Xian fell into silence, and the black-clad swordsman did not continue to ask. In the past three years after the Kyoto rebellion, Fan Xian's career in secret was extremely small, not seeking success, but seeking seamlessness, and progress was really too slow.

But Fan Xian had to do this. Moreover, his father, who was far away in Danzhou, seemed to agree with his caution - after all, His Majesty the Emperor was in power, and no one dared to take the risk of teasing anything. If something was leaked, it would be a scene of blood and fire.

But today, it seems that Fan Xian and Fan Jian, the father and son, began to speed up their pace at the same time. Fan Xian knew in his heart that the reason why his father accelerated his pace was because he knew that his heart was gradually drifting in that direction.

The next sentence of the black-clothed swordsman also confirmed Fan Xian's speculation.

"If the young master wants to do something in the future, don't forget me." The black-clad swordsman said with a smile: "I am also very interested in entering the palace."

Fan Xian's lips curled slightly and said, "What I'm very interested in is whether you plan to avenge your family or do you want to avenge your colleagues who died in Dadongshan?"

“Is there any difference?”

"There is no difference. For you, for those tiger guards hiding in the dark, His Majesty the Emperor never regards you as human beings. It is normal for you not to regard him as a monarch." Fan Xian lowered his eyes slightly and said softly: "But the problem is that you just say this in front of me. Are you not afraid that I will really kill you? You should be very clear about the relationship between His Majesty the Emperor and me."

The black-clad swordsman said calmly: "I know more about the relationship between you and Lord Shangshu."

"It's very contradictory." Fan Xian sighed and said, "You are a group of powerful swordsmen, but you are a group of very dangerous people. Even I don't know if you can control you, so I think it's better for you to stay by your father's side, including the dark tiger guards beside you, all the same. Don't try to get involved in my affairs."

A faint look of disappointment flashed in the black-clad swordsman's eyes.

"Father can control you, and I want to take everything in my own hands, so I can't use you." Fan Xian gradually lowered his smile and said calmly: "I have my own strength. There is only one thing for you. Be sure to ensure the safety of my father. As long as you do this, I have no worries, I may be able to achieve your goals and your brothers."

The swordsman in black fell silent.

The silence lasted for a long time. Fan Xian took a sip of the cold tea beside him, subconsciously shrank his legs, hugged his knees and sat on the chair. This posture was not very beautiful, but it made him feel a little safe.

It was at this moment that he remembered the second prince. Looking at the black-clothed swordsman in front of him, he remembered Gundam and the innocent people who died in blood and sacrificed because of His Majesty the Emperor's decision. He even remembered Chen Pingping and the Jingge who had cut Qin Heng's throat in front of the Kyoto Palace.

Some days I haven't seen Jing Ge anymore. A light flashed in Fan Xian's eyes. I thought that Chen Pingping had done so many things in secret and pulled many people from the brink of death. In fact, my father was doing almost the same things in secret over the years.

These two old comrades-in-arms did not get through the air at that time, but the methods they chose were extremely the same. They probably knew that only those who had truly felt life and death had the courage to stand in this world and resist all the pressure exerted on them. Only those who have survived the great disaster of life and death can still stand up bravely and even proudly and madly under the glory of imperial power.

This is probably the mental problem mentioned by Sigu Jian, and it has nothing to do with the level of his own cultivation. Only such people can do real big things, such as the swordsman in black in front of him, such as Jing Ge wearing a silver mask.

"You go back and say that I will solve the problem of money as soon as possible, but it is extremely difficult to turn from paper in the money house to nutrients needed for fish intestines." Fan Xian looked at the black-clad swordsman and said with great caution: "I am worried that I have a palace and local eyeliner around me, so this time I come to Weizhou to find the charming and shadow. If the inner court or the Ministry of Justice and the Censorate finds something, he will only suspect this level, so you must be careful. Don't be targeted."

"The problem is that you come to see Guan Wumei, to make money for the fish intestine." The black-clad swordsman frowned rarely, "What if the other party checks from here?"

"You and I are like the shore of a cliff, always contacting one-line. Even if someone wants to check, at most they will find me and can't continue. As for the direction of the flow of money, the process of the previous part in the account, naturally, there was an old official from the Ministry of Revenue left by my father in Jiangnan to deal with it. As for the conversion of the latter part..." Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, as if he also felt that this matter was a bit difficult, and said slowly: "I can handle part of it, and then it depends on how Dongyi City is. If there is foreign purchase, it should be able to speed up the speed a lot."

"Then I'll leave." Although the black-clad swordsman felt that Fan Xian had not finished what he should have said, he knew that he had to leave, so he bowed and said, "It's just that in the past three years, I have always had something very curious about."

Fan Xian raised his eyes and looked at him, and said with a smile: "What's the matter?"

"Why is it called fish intestine?"

After a long silence, Fan Xian said: "The fish intestine is a sword, a sword used by a man named Zhuangzhu, a sword hidden in the fish's belly. This sword may always be hidden in the fish's belly. You will never see the light of the sky. But once it breaks out, it will definitely pierce into someone's chest."

"You are just a handful of fish intestines. Jing Ge was once a handful of fish intestines, and the shadows around me were also a handful of fish intestines." Fan Xian said with a smile: "But you have all started to see the light of day, and only my fish intestines will be hidden."

Fan Xian stayed in Weizhou for a night and discussed the issue of Guan Wumei's collection of silver. Xia Qifei was in Suzhou at this time and could not get there anyway. He had to remind the owner of the Xinming family through Guan Wumei's mouth that this matter was of great importance. The next day, representatives sent by the Xiong family in Lingnan and the Sun family in Quanzhou rushed to Weizhou. Fan Xian just looked in the dark and confirmed the attitudes that these two giants might have, so he felt relieved.

The excuses used by Xinming Family are indeed very real. Although there is no news in the north, the Sun and Xiong families will never believe that Xia Qifei would deceive himself in this matter because there is no benefit of this deception.

The key to the mutual lending between merchants is to consider the other party's repayment ability. In the view of Sun Xiong and his family, even if the Northern Qi court began to vigorously crack down on the smuggling of the Ming family in the north due to the incident in Dongyi City, the Ming family is now Lord Xiao Fan, and with the continuous supply of goods in the inner warehouse as a guarantee, it is still a gold nest. In any case, it is impossible for the situation where the money cannot be paid.

After confirming that the money could be reached, Fan Xian secretly asked Guan Wumei to inform Xia Qifei that he would invite Yang Jimei in Huayuan. This number one salt merchant in Jiangnan must have hidden a lot of silver in his house, and it is probably not too difficult for Xia Qifei to borrow money from him.

If Yang Jimei could not raise the money alone, he would naturally mobilize the salt merchants in Jiangnan to help. It has to be said that Fan Xian has been in Jiangnan for two or three years and has indeed laid an extremely solid foundation. As long as he does not touch the foundation of the court on the surface, he is fully capable of gathering the power of the Jiangnan shopping mall. This power is really terrifying. Not everyone can do it if he can raise so much money in a short period of time.

These things took Fan Xian all day and time. At dusk, he left Weizhou City and disappeared into the bloody color. From this day on, not only his subordinates in Jiangnan did not know where he went, but even the confidants of the Supervision Bureau and Qi Nian team completely lost his trace.

A young ninth-grade master who had been immersed in the Supervisory Office for a lifetime deliberately disguised himself on the road and was fully capable of avoiding everyone's gaze. In this way, Fan Xian disappeared.

I don’t know how many days have passed, and the spring in the mainland has reached an unparalleled level, a dusty figure appears outside a large valley at the junction of Northern Qi and Dongyi City.

This place is very remote, but the transportation is not very backward, because it was a transit point of the old commercial road many years ago. It was abandoned for a long time and had long disappeared on the map and disappeared from the hearts of many people.

Looking out of the mountains, it is quiet here. Occasionally, dogs barking, chickens crowing, and farmers walking on the road. At this time, the night is getting deeper, but the occasionally farmers appearing seem to be able to see the slightly wet and muddy ridges under their feet without a single light.

The figure quietly passed by these farmers and walked into the mountains.

The road to the mountains seemed to wind, like a fish intestine that was circling around. The dusty figure kept walking in the mountains. I don’t know how long I walked, with dew on my clothes and cloth shoes, and finally climbed halfway up the mountain. Originally, there was a desolate mountain village in front of me, but when I turned my head, I saw lights lit up, and countless buildings with fresh smells appeared in the valley like miracles.

The figure threw down the bamboo stick in his hand and looked at the lights in the abdomen of the mountain. For some reason, he felt very moved, so that his eyes almost became wet.

Because he knew that this scene hidden behind the farm and hidden in the Peach Blossom Land consumed a lot of his spiritual money, and I wonder how many people are working hard for it.
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