Chapter 77: Opening the House

Fan Xian wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh. The expression on his face seemed to be trapped by the wind and snow outside the temple. He stared at Wang Shisanlang in front of him, looked at the calm but stubborn face of the young friend. After a long time, he sighed deeply and felt the chill deep in his heart.

He knew that Shisanlang was telling the truth, and that the other party was a real person, so he felt the cold.

If the future development of the situation is different from what Fan Xian and Si Gu Jian estimated to be planning, if in the eyes of the world, Fan Xian only seized the strength of Dongyi City but did not take into account the interests of the people and merchants in Dongyi City, perhaps Shisanlang would really attack him at all costs.

The fate of Sigujian, Taiping Money House, and Jianlu disciples have already paid too much benefit and strength for this gambling. If Fan Xian really rebels in the future, these people will be angry and hated to their core. Without thinking, Fan Xian also knows how thrilling the crazy revenge of the Thirteenth Son of Jianlu.

What's more, with this close young friend who is close and has a very good relationship, Fan Xian does not want to fight with Wang Shisanlang for his life.

Especially Jianlu's crazy revenge, even if it cannot directly hurt Fan Xian, who is protected by the Supervision Bureau, such a surprise attack from a ninth-grade strongman will definitely hurt the relatives, friends, subordinates and so on that Fan Xian cares about.

His Majesty the Emperor of Qing Kingdom could bear such losses because most of the time, he did not regard most of his relatives and subordinates as human beings, but Fan Xian was not good. He knew that the attitude Wang Shisanlang showed at this time represented the determination of the disciples of Jianlu, and he could not help but become afraid.

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes, and the cold light gradually became stronger in his eyes, but gradually dissipated. He looked at Wang Shisanlang and said calmly: "Your senior brothers want to figure out something that your master asked me to do. It was not what I asked him to do. The so-called cooperation is also your one-sided idea... I will not accept any form of threat."

Wang Shisanlang was silent and knew that Fan Xian was telling the truth.

Fan Xian stared into his eyes and said word by word: "This is what I have always been confused about. Sigujian gave me twelve swords. How can I believe your loyalty without worrying every night. You will stab me from behind."

"If someone wants to stab you, I will naturally be blocking you." Wang Shisanlang lowered his head sadly, "As long as you don't betray you."

Fan Xian sneered and said, "There is a shadow behind me, what can you do? I just hate this feeling. Who am I? I am not a person who can be threatened to do things. Jianlu must be more upright. If Yun Zhilan or Li Bohua do not believe me, then there is no need for us to continue the talk. Let's give up and lead the army to negotiate again in a few months."

Wang Shisanlang looked up at him with some doubts and pain, and said, "You are also threatening."

"It's impolite to come but not come." Fan Xian looked at him seriously and said, "I have a headache with the wishes you have shown. I don't want anyone to use you to control me."

"We don't have such extravagant hopes. But... to be honest, we don't understand the master's will, especially the senior brothers and brothers have not had too deep contact with you. They don't know what kind of person you are. They can't believe that you will... ignore the interests of Qingguo and think about the life and death of Dongyi City."

"Believe it or not is their business, I just need them to accept it." Fan Xian stood up and patted his shoulder gently, "We are friends, I don't want you to be a friend who stands by my side and always watches my every move."

"Friends should trust each other. Support each other without asking the reason." Fan Xian looked at Wang Shisanlang and said seriously: "You are the attitude that Sigujian showed to me, and it is also the attitude that I show to Sigujian. Because you, Sigujian and Sigujian can establish this kind of trust, but I hope that from now on, you must learn to have your own attitude... People must live for themselves. In this world, there are enough people who are carrying the so-called national hatred and family grudges. The people are righteous. Your temperament is not suitable for doing this kind of thing."

"Are you suitable for doing it?" Wang Shisanlang understood his words and asked quietly.

"I had no choice but to force me to Liangshan." Fan Xian's lips were bitter, and he felt sad. The corners of his lips curled up, and he looked outside the quiet room with his eyes sighed and sang: "Look at the black hole over there, but the thief's nest? What do you think of thieves as? Is it a real thief? I'm a thief? I don't want to catch up, and I don't want to kill them all."

Wang Shisanlang looked at him quietly and suddenly said, "Who else in this world can force you to do these things?"

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, and then said, "I don't know, maybe fundamentally, it's just that I want to do this myself."

Fan Xian has made far-reaching enough considerations about His Majesty. As he said to his father, before Uncle Wu Zhu returned, he did not want to turn against His Majesty, and there was no reason to turn against him. Although there was such a tragedy decades ago, as a soul wandering in this world, even if he wanted to avenge the woman, he would always hesitate when facing his physical father.

Moreover, His Majesty the Emperor is still so powerful, so powerful that it is completely invincible.

Fan Xian just wanted to make this world gentler and more in line with his thoughts. This is probably what all time travelers wanted to do immediately after coming to another completely different world.

He didn't know that Ye Tao did this, Wu Anguo did this, and even Ye Qingmei did this, probably only Shi Yue had never done it.

In fact, this is just the fate of a time traveler, or the fate of an excellent time traveler. A playboy cannot live for a lifetime, and enjoyment cannot calm down spiritual needs. Human instinctive desire for exploration and control will force them to go in that direction, and anyone with enough power and strength will try to use the power in their hands to change something.

Walking in the brocade clothes for a lifetime requires the old monk's concentration, but even when the old monk is dying, he can't help asking Shakespeare.

So when people like Fan Xian are already in a certain position in this world, they always have to wear beautiful clothes, stand in the sun, and do what they want to do according to their own ideas.

For this world, it is not necessarily a good choice, but at least it is what he thinks is a good choice. History is just a dough that is allowed to be kneaded by the strong. However, the strong think it is best to make a cute little girl, while some think it should be made into a big dough knife and cut it in the lively market.

It is better to leave the history to judge who is right and who is wrong. Before history draws conclusions, the strong have long become bones, and they must do it, so that they can be thorough, refreshing enough, and not worth it.

Fan Xian lived this second life in a perfect life. At the end of the spring of the tenth year of Qingli, he finally reached the peak he could reach. At this time, the young powerful ministers of the Qing State had power. The Supervisory Council had great power and money. Most of the money in the world was under his vague control, and he had a reputation and was so famous that he was so famous. The world did not make a second person.

The most important thing is that he has a deed. When white smoke rises everywhere in Dongyi City, the white soul-summoning banners sway in the thick spring breeze, the funeral of Sigujian is about to take place. The negotiations between Nanqing and Dongyi City have also ended, and the general trend of the world has finally undergone fundamental changes. From today on, the territory and territory have become unfamiliar.

Dongyi City finally nominally surrendered to the powerful Qing Kingdom. Except for a touch of green in the West and a country in the north that has always remained silent, all the continent surrendered to the iron hooves of Qing Kingdom.

Moreover, the Qing State achieved this goal without sending a soldier. Of course, it was Fan Xian who made all this. His reputation reached the pinnacle of history at this moment, and the thing he did would inevitably be written into the books of history.

Fan Xian stood calmly at the entrance of Jianlu, Wang Shisanlang stood behind him, and the other eleven disciples of Jianlu were also stood quietly not far away, while the Qing Kingdom delegation stood on the other side of him. The secret swordsmen of the Supervision Bureau did not show their bodies and looked vigilantly at everything around them in all directions.

Today is the opening ceremony of Jianlu in the tenth year of Qingli. This ceremony had already been held, but Sigu Jian was seriously ill and was about to die. In addition, Jianlu had a major event today and invited many important figures from all over the world.

There are too many people coming today, and there are too many people. Recently, there are some uneasy factors fermenting between the small princes around Dongyi City and some cities in the city. Rebels have even appeared in a few places. Therefore, Fan Xian, a representative figure of the invaders, naturally became the top priority of protection work.

But Dongyi City is not really worried about Fan Xian's safety, because the person who wants to kill Fan Xian in this place should not have been born yet.

Of course, this judgment naturally excludes the only great master in the world, His Majesty the Emperor of Qing. After all, everyone believes that Emperor Qing will not suddenly come and assassinate his illegitimate son who has just made great contributions.

No one dared to stand side by side with Fan Xian. Today, the weather is bright, the spring is shining brightly, and the sun is shining brightly, and it actually produces a faint heat.

Wang Shisanlang is the person closest to Fan Xian, and he was half a step behind Fan Xian.

Fan Xian's face was calm, and he welcomed the giant merchants and merchants from all over the world. At the same time, as half of his master, he brought Nanqing and the Northern Qi delegation over. The officials of Nanqing's delegation had an unstoppable joy on their faces, while the officials of Northern Qi looked extremely ugly.

A greenhouse has been set up at the open space at the entrance of Jianlu, with countless white paper flowers and curtains hanging on it. It does not look festive and does not match the opening ceremony and the nominal declaration of surrender.

Fan Xian didn't care about this. The officials of the Ministry of Rites of Qing were a little unhappy, but they didn't dare to express anything, because everyone knew that the opening ceremony of the hut should actually be considered the funeral of the Sigujian. The officials of the Ministry of Rites did not want to anger the strong men in the hut at such an important moment.

The sun slowly moved to the middle sky, and the air gradually became hotter. Fortunately, Dongyi City was on the shore of the East China Sea, and the sea breeze was blowing day and night, which was tolerated. In addition, the greenhouse blocked most of the blazing sunlight, the guests from all over the world who came to watch the ceremony did not complain much except for wiping their sweat.

Suddenly, firecrackers sounded outside the sword house. Many firecrackers exploded at this moment. The paper scraps were shaken to the ground and the smoke began to spread.

It seems that this is a signal. In the entire huge Dongyi City, the doors of every business and every private house, firecrackers were lit at the same time. Even the brothels that used to be hung with red lights and sing and singing every night changed the lanterns to white and set off firecrackers in front of the building.

The girls had already changed into plain clothes and looked at the direction of Jianlu with a hint of uneasiness and confusion.

The merchants and the common people stood under the white soul-summoning banner at their doorstep, watching the whip in front of them blow into debris.

The baby in the woman's arms woke up in shock by the loud sound of firecrackers from both north and south, east and west in Dongyi City, and cried loudly.

The entire Dongyi City was filled with the sound of whips and crying, and the slightly dazzling smell of Liuhuang enveloped the entire city with the smoke.

The whip is like a person's life, and the smoke is like a gradually departing soul.

Fan Xian looked at this scene quietly and suddenly thought of the firecrackers he heard outside the capital of Northern Qi many years ago. He secretly felt silent, thinking that no matter whether it was Zhuangmao or Sigujian, it was actually the same nobleness for these ordinary people.

Under the greenhouse outside the sword hut, everyone knelt down towards the large black coffin amid Yun Zhilan's voice.

Fan Xian also knelt down, and then heard the will of the Four Gu Sword announced by Yun Zhilan.

Unexpectedly, when Sigu Jian was dying, he finally forgiven Yun Zhilan's unfair intentions and ordered him to take over the position of the lord of Dongyi City. Yun Zhilan has always been in charge of Jianlu's civil affairs and is proficient in worldly affairs. He will take over as the lord of the city. With his inner resentment, he will definitely form a relatively complete constraint with the people of Nanqing who came to accept Dongyi City.

Fan Xian didn't care about this. He listened silently, just thinking that only by passing the sword hut to Shisanlang, could he be able to use the intimate relationship between the two to truly control the terrifying twelve swords.

Just as he was thinking, he heard Yun Zhilan’s last words and his eyes narrowed.
Chapter completed!