Chapter 81: There is blood on the way back

When Wang Shisanlang heard this, he pondered for a moment, but did not answer. Instead, he stood up, stood in front of Fan Xian, and slowly pulled out the sword from his waist. Today, Shisanlang is not a Qing Banner Abbot who is walking in the world and experiencing the hearts of the people, but a swordsman who follows Fan Xian and refuses to live alone.

Fan Xian's expression became serious. He climbed to his back with his right hand and pulled out the sword of the Emperor of Wei. The sword light was like autumn water, and it reflected the sea water not far away, making it even more rippling.

Without any signs, the silent sword stabbed a foot in front of Fan Xian's face.

This was the first time Fan Xian actually saw Wang Shisanlang moving his sword, and then he understood why Sigujian placed all his robe and bowl on this young man. There was no doubt that Shisanlang's understanding of the sword intent had reached an extremely high level. With a thought, the tip of the sword came, and it seemed that he had exceeded the constraints of the environment.

This is the terrifying realm brought about by tenacity in mind. Once Shisanlang moves the sword, he will have no distractions in his heart, only this sword.

The Emperor's Sword in Fan Xian's hand pointed at the forty-five degrees sky, and there was no time to react. His face was pale. The domineering true energy in the snow-capped mountains exploded. At the urgent moment, he forced his body to rise up, flapping his wings like a sand gull, and slid towards the back of the beach.

It was fifteen feet apart, which was completely different from the strange body movement that humans should have.

Wang Shisanlang used a sword assassin, and the cold light at the tip of the sword slowly subsided, but a sword mark appeared on the beach in front of him for no reason, as if someone had passed by, and a sword had passed by.

A deep trace.

The two were fifteen feet apart, and Fan Xian was still holding the Emperor's Sword tightly in his hand. He suddenly had an illusion that Shisanlang's seemingly light and direct sword actually had the smell of a shocking sword that had been stabbed out by decades of skill, heart and hatred in the lord's mansion in Dongyi City that day.

He stared at Shisanlang in a daze. After a while, he said, "What a domineering sword."

When he said that, he realized that his voice was a little hoarse. He thought that in order to avoid this simple sword, the true energy in his body increased too much in a very short period of time, which damaged his lung meridians.

Fan Xian took a deep breath, and the pale face gradually returned to normal. He looked at Shisanlang deeply and said, "Go forward. This is indeed your method, but you were not so fast and so powerful in the past."

"I have practiced the domineering true qi, but I can't even pass the first level, but I have experienced the taste of this skill." Wang Shisanlang slowly closed his eyes and said, "I have figured it out, I can't chew too much. I have the earth sword in my hand, so why should I learn the unique skills of Emperor Qing?"

The nameless skill is too domineering, especially when you pass the first level, the mind and body are completely separated and completely conflicting. The uncontrollable feeling is too like being possessed by the devil. The reason why Fan Xian easily passed this level was because the last years of his previous life were spent in bed. He had long been used to the vegetative years where he could not move all over his body and only his brain could move.

So I knew that Wang Shisanlang was not able to embark on the path of Domineering Arts. Fan Xian was not surprised. He was just surprised that Shisanlang's high understanding was so high that he realized that Domineering Arts was dangerous in such a short time, and had such high wisdom and clarity, and immediately stopped his pursuit of this.

"If I couldn't avoid this sword just now, would you kill me?" Fan Xian raised the corners of his lips and asked slightly mockingly.

Wang Shisanlang shook his head after a moment of silence. He was a little tired and sat down directly and sat on the slightly wet beach. The sword seemed simple, but it was just a basic elbow bent action, but it took such a fast speed and such a decisive posture to lose too much energy.

In a short period of time, Shisanlang could not stab the same second sword again, just like a shadow in the city lord's mansion. He could only stab the sword at the Sigu Sword.

Fan Xian clearly grasped this point and slowly took a step forward. He walked to Shisanlang and said with an inexplicable emotion: "Many people say that greed cannot be chewed, and even you have such a clear decision, but I always thought that I would not suppress myself with more skills. Am I wrong?"

A faint doubt flashed in his eyes: "The four great masters in the world, plus my blind uncle, I have mastered four of the five masters, and even the Ye family's Liuyun Shou Shu has touched the general trick."

He sat in front of Wang Shisanlang, frowned and said, "The world, no, it should be said that from ancient times to the present, I am the only one who has learned so many unique skills. However, today I am forced to retreat by your sword. What's the use of me learning so much?"

"Being able to learn so much means that you are the most terrifying person in the world." Wang Shisanlang's mind is simple but not like Dabao. He keenly sensed the feeling of frustration that gradually arose in Fan Xian's heart. He looked into his eyes and said, "Any martial arts requires us to use the most focused thoughts and practice and perfection in our lifetime, let alone the unique skills left by the great masters... It is already shocking enough to be able to practice four of them to the extreme in a short period of more than 20 years."

Fan Xian practiced the unique skills of the four great masters, but he had to retreat temporarily in front of Wang Shisanlang's sword. He couldn't help but think of the realm of the Four-Gu Jian Earth and the realm of the Emperor, and felt an unstoppable depression in his heart.

Wang Shisanlang looked at his eyes and said softly: "You have a very good understanding, especially the foundation is extremely solid, and with such good luck... you should be the most powerful person in the world."

"My understanding is only the resource of the middle-aged man, especially in front of you and Haitang Duoduo." Fan Xian took a deep breath and said, "What I can rely on is the word "diligence". It's just that manpower is sometimes poor. Even if I work twice as hard as I am now, I still can't kill that piece of paper."

Today, Fan Xian was able to avoid Wang Shisanlang Rutian's sword, and he was able to avoid it casually. In addition, the unique skills he had always hidden in his sleeves and hidden in his body, especially his insidious fighting character, and the tricks given to him by the Supervision Bureau...

He has confidence that no matter how many people in the world face any ninth-grade strong man, he can defeat the other party. Even Wang Shisanlang, Haitang, or Lang Tao, and Yun Zhilan, once he faces him, the one who dies in the end must be the other party.

When Ye Liuyun left this world, Fan Xian was undoubtedly the second person in the world, both in power and personal cultivation.

Wang Shisanlang also felt this from Fan Xian's seemingly relaxed and casual slip, and a faint awe-inspiring feeling arises in his heart. He looked at Fan Xian and couldn't understand how the other party was just a young man in his twenties, how he improved his cultivation to this level today.

The three young people in the world have similar realms now, but Fan Xian is more ruthless than the two of them. He has more means.

"How did you withdraw from that?" Wang Shisanlang asked him with his eyes narrowed.

Fan Xian was silent for a long time and did not reply. He just looked back and stared at the white waves gradually rising and falling on the sea. He had been in Dongyi City for a long time. The booklet left by Master Kuhe was deeply imprinted in his mind. Whenever he was meditating at the beach, those words would be poured into his mind. Although he still didn't understand most of the meaning, it was very mysterious. As long as he thought about it, it seemed that some very subtle factors inside and outside the body began to echo each other.

His body lightened, his movements increased, and the recovery of the true qi in his body also increased. It seemed that there was really an invisible and invisible energy in the world, and he was willing to compensate for his loss according to his thoughts.

But this kind of supplement made him feel a little palpitation. Is this Western magic? Humans always have fear for things that don’t know the root cause, and Fan Xian even more indifferently said that the changes brought to him by the booklet were not enough to solve too many problems. The speed of supplementation was too slow, and the improvement of that realm was too small...

The world is second, it seems that it can only be second in the world forever.

For a moment, Fan Xian even thought. Did he make a big mistake? Whether it is Master Kuhe or Sigujian. Whether it is Ye Liuyun or His Majesty the Emperor, these top figures in the world must be far above him, whether it is firm will or diligent in cultivation. However, these great masters are only practicing their own unique skills for life, and they have never stopped thinking about it.

I have learned too much, learned too much, and it is too messy.

Fan Xian felt that he was afraid that it would be easier for Shisanlang and Duoduo to break through that piece of paper in the future than himself. This was probably what Sigu Jian said about his intention. His intention was still not as firm as these two people. Because he was too scared, he was looking for ways to make himself stronger at all costs.

This deliberate intention may have fallen into a bad situation, but he is really afraid of death, and he is afraid of the death of the person he cares about.

"I will be back to Beijing the next day." A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips, and he said softly: "As long as Dongyi City is not in chaos, at least the world is still peaceful at the moment, why should I worry about so many things?"

Yes, Dongyi City returned to the territory of Qing State. Although there were some turmoils one after another, under the strong military suppression of Qing State and the cooperation with the upper class figures of Dongyi City, it could not cause any storm on the earth.

His Majesty the Emperor still trusts Fan Xian, and Chen Pingping is about to leave Beijing to retire. Fan Xian thought of this festival and stood in front of the sea breeze, feeling extremely comfortable. No matter whether Uncle Wu Zhu will come back or not, it seems that he will follow the trend, and he can always find a second path between himself and the Emperor.

Bleeding is not necessarily necessary.

Bleeding is necessary.

When the early autumn wind began to pass through the small hills behind Dongyi City, Fan Xian finally settled most of the affairs in Dongyi City. When the return of the eldest prince and Yun Zhilan, the first major turmoil that occurred after Dongyi City surrendered was finally extinguished within the border of Xiaoliang Kingdom with the cooperation between the two sides. The flames ignited by the great scholar Gu, who burned himself, were soon burned out by blood and could not spread for long.

More than 400 people died in Xiaoliang Kingdom. These bloody Dongyi people unfortunately lay in a pool of blood.

After reading the general memorial, Fan Xian explained some matters to His Highness, and then boarded the convoy leaving Dongyi City. He was going to return to Kyoto to report his duties again.

What conquered a piece of land brought about was the tension, busyness and killing of these expedition ministers day after day.

After the eldest prince broke up with Fan Xian, he took the garrison to watch every movement in Dongyi City coldly. At this time, he and Fan Xian felt that the general situation had been decided. Just continue to do so slowly, whether it was the Nanqing government or the general trend of the world, they would be within a controllable range.

So the two brothers are in a very good mood. In the autumn season, they are also extremely refreshing, and they have abandoned all their worries.

Even Fan Xian doesn't have to consider the problems of Shijia Village and past issues for the time being. As for the popular man in the court, He Zongwei, in his eyes, he is just a clown and cannot affect anything at all.

Today is a good day, and these days are rare good days in Fan Xian's life.

The black inspector's convoy left Dongyi City and slowly walked on the official road back to Beijing. Fan Xian was not in a hurry to return to Beijing. He looked at the golden yellow and dark yellow around him, the beautiful leaves in various colors, and the autumn mountains that were painted into oil paintings. It was also a rare enjoyment.

Of course, the blood was still flowing along the way. As a powerful minister of Qing State, the master of Jianlu, the representative of the invaders, the most beloved illegitimate son of Emperor Qing, Fan Xian, who returned to Beijing, naturally became the rebel army of the vassal states around Dongyi City, and the rioters attacked the first target of the attack.

It may be inappropriate to say that the rioters are slaughtering people, but they should be said to be righteous men. There are many dog-slaughtering people in Dongyi City who refuse to accept surrender. Most of the people who bravely enter the mountains and forests and fight against the invaders of the Qing Kingdom are so-called people in the martial arts world. These people with force are obviously more direct in maintaining their moral codes.

I don’t know how these people found out when Fan Xian left Dongyi City, and mastered the route of the inspector’s convoy back to Beijing, and began to assassinate the powerful ministers of Qingguo in the black carriage, and even attacked suicide.

After arriving straight at Yanjing for about twenty days, the black convoy was attacked seven times in total. The army that Yanjing and the black cavalry that was stationed at the junction did not come in to pick them up. The eldest prince just pulled a team of thousands of people to Fan Xian, so it was quite hard to deal with these seven major attacks.

Fan Xian no longer had the interest in enjoying the scenery, but fell into deep thought. His personal safety was fine. The invading rebels often had to retreat after throwing down countless bodies. But his subordinates, especially the Western Expedition Army under the eldest prince, also paid a lot of money for it.

Because he was trapped in a constant offensive, the top secret agency newspaper in Kyoto has not arrived for three days.

Fan Xian lifted the curtain of the carriage, squinted his eyes at the West, and prayed in his heart that everything was safe in Kyoto and all the people he cared about were safe.

When Fan Xian was on the other side of the mountain and ridge, within the border of Qingguodi, there was also a long convoy moving forward alone at night. The convoy was also pure black. Among the extremely wide carriage, there was an old man with a wool blanket on his knees. His eyes were a little muddy. Looking at the road at night, he felt that the road seemed to have no end.

The former president of the Supervision Bureau secretly took charge of the dark power of Qing Kingdom for decades. The most loyal minister of Emperor Qing, the most hated enemy that the civil servants of Qing Kingdom most hated, the old thief who the people of Northern Qi and Dongyi were most afraid of, and the big man who once influenced the entire world, Chen Pingping, finally embarked on the journey of returning to old age.

This time, I left Kyoto, not to go back to my hometown to visit my relatives, but to settle down. The first-class merit, rewarded countless times, and returned home to support my old age, was a rare glory that Your Majesty gave this old black dog. All the civil officials in the Qing Kingdom thought so.

Chen Pingping's hometown is in the east of Qing Kingdom. If you look at it from the map, it is just below Dongyi City, but it is quite far away from Danzhou and Jiaozhou, and on the contrary, it is closer to Jiangnan. It is a poor area that is not very developed.

The lonely convoy of returning home is still far from home. On this day, the convoy only passed by Dazhou, which is a prefecture that Chen Pingping must pass when returning home.

The convoy did not notify the officials along the way, so as not to shock all the officials to come out in fear and kowtow to the old dean.

However, today's Dazhou is brightly lit. The yamen runners in the government are busy searching for something and searching for something under the severe scolding of the Shangguan of the Ministry of Justice.

Chen Pingping's eyes narrowed. He didn't remember any important figure in Dazhou. He lifted the curtain of the car and attracted an official next to him who looked stranger and asked a few questions softly.

The official's face was strange, but his eyes were filled with a cunning feeling after seeing the world. He replied with a gentle smile: "We have arrived long ago when Lord Tisi returned to Beijing."

Chen Pingping nodded a little tiredly, but a complicated emotion flashed in her eyes. He thought of the conversation with His Majesty in the palace before leaving Kyoto. He had already seen the deepest meaning in His Majesty's heart.
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