Chapter 101: Smiling at the heroes without waiting (3)

A few days ago, the last heat remained on this continent, and the first autumn rain had not yet fallen. Only in the morning and evening, the wind under the dim sun had a clear autumnal feeling, swinging and blowing between the hills, wild forests and fields.

The autumn wind gradually aroused people's sorrows, but at that time Fan Xian did not have much sorrow. He sat in the long black convoy, and was filled with sleepiness as the carriage rose and fell. This sleep was a fake sleep. He just closed his eyes and let his mind go, allowing the two true qi in his body with completely different natures to secretly nourish and flow in the two cycles of the upper and lower heavens.

The natural true qi method of Tianyidao was transported in the last week of heaven, gentle and pure, and had to be remembered. His true reliance on the powerful domineering true qi flows everywhere in his body, strengthening his body and hammering his heart.

The content of the booklet that Sigu Jian gave him when he was dying was also firmly remembered by Fan Xian. He returned to Beijing along the way. While continuing to temper his own cultivation, he also tried to continue to follow the mystery in the booklet, to relax his mind and realize the possible fluctuations of energy in the void around him. Perhaps it was because of the tired journey, or perhaps it was because there were too many spiritual energy Zhong Xiu, which gathered on the banks of the East China Sea, so Fan Xian did not make much progress along the way, but the speed of mobilizing the mind to the outside world to have sensitive touch was much faster.

He kept meditating for a long time and practiced hard for a moment. This is probably the real reason why Fan Xian was able to have his current strength and status? A gust of wind blew into the curtain of the carriage, which made him narrow his eyes slightly. For some reason, his heart trembled a little, and felt a chill, as if he felt that something was destined to affect his own affairs.

What would happen? He squinted his eyes and looked at the dull mountains outside, slowly sinking the true energy in his body. He calmed his mind back from all around. The matter in Dongyi City was basically settled. His father left Shijia Village and returned to Danzhou. Kyoto was calm. Chen Pingping, the old lame man, should have embarked on the journey back home. Everything was following the beautiful road that Fan Xian wanted, but why did he feel that ominous?

The beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly. After leaving Dongyi City, the only thing Fan Xian felt strange was that the rebels of the vassal states and other rebels in Dongyi City were attacking along the road. Although these passionate and bloody remnants came to assassinate the powerful ministers of Qing State with a determined heart, Fan Xian's defense power was too strong. In addition, the eldest prince also sent a team of thousands of people as guards to attack for several days, but the rebels left their bodies. They left their blood and scattered.

What made Fan Xian wary was that his route to return to Beijing from Dongyi City was very secret. Even if someone found it in Dongyi City, if he wanted to set up these sniper formations along the way, he still needed an extremely powerful intelligence system as support.

His heart moved and he came up with an extremely cold judgment. Someone in the Supervision Bureau was sending information to the rebels of these Dongyi City vassal states! And this matter began after he planned a date for leaving Dongyi City.

It seems... Some forces in Kyoto want to stop themselves from returning to Beijing, and to be more precise, those forces only delay Fan Xian's return to Beijing. What will happen in Kyoto? What is related to him, and the other party is determined not to let him return to Kyoto before the matter is over? Fan Xian's eyes became cold, his body also became cold, and he subconsciously tightened the thin cloak that was tightly wrapped around his body.

There are only two people who can cause problems within the Supervision Bureau, one is His Majesty the Emperor and the other is Chen Pingping. They want to delay their return to Beijing and can do this. There are only these two people. Without asking, what happened in Kyoto must be related to the Emperor Laozi and Chen Pingping.

Fan Xian took his eyes back from the scenery outside the car window. After only a moment of silence, he made up his mind, and immediately ordered Mu Fenger next to the car: "Change the formation and open the way with the edge. Do not delay with those people along the way. Go back to Yanjing as fast as possible."

Mu Feng'er was shocked and thought to himself that if he forced himself to rush back to the realm, he would be afraid that many more people would die, and the disadvantages of speed would be damage. He glanced at Lord Xiao Fan and knew that he must have smelled some strange smell. He was anxious to return to Kyoto and did not dare to ask. He quickly issued an order to move forward at full speed to the long team returning to Beijing.

The sound of horse hooves is like thunder and the sound of cars is like iron, so they are running on the road leading to Qingguo in Dongyi City.

However, after half an hour, the entire team suddenly slowed down, and warning arrows sounded in front of them. During these days, the team escorting Lord Xiao Fan has become accustomed to ubiquitous sneak attacks and ambushes, so it does not shake much. However, today the warning arrow is a bit strange, and it stopped with just a sound, followed by shouting loudly from the front of the convoy: "Safe!"

The Supervisory Office shouted for safety in a very short and fast voice because they were afraid that their colleagues behind would accidentally hurt the person who came to send the message... The person who sent the message was too fast, and the defense of the entire convoy had no time to react except for taking a look at the waist card.

"Safe!" When the last sound rang next to Fan Xiandi's black carriage, a light gray figure also flew away like a flash of lightning, and the convoy was extended very long, and the light body technique of this person was almost the same as the speed of the communication ground of the Ministry of Supervision and Administration, which was really shocking.

As the leader of the Qi Nian team's personal guards at Fan Xian, Mu Feng'er was vigilantly holding the hilt of the knife, looking at the official of the Supervision Office who was dusty, haggard and just landed beside the carriage. The official's face looked very strange, so Mu Feng'er dared not be careless. However, when he saw the waist sign that the official had been holding high with his right hand, his heart was shocked and did not stop the person from getting on the car.

The official of the Supervision Bureau whose clothes were so worn out that they did not look like him got into the carriage where Fan Xian was, knelt down directly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Director Chen returns to Beijing, I don't know how to live or die!"

When the figure of this official appeared beside the carriage like lightning, Fan Xian's eyes lit up and became brighter, because he saw who the official with such a fast body movement was. The other party was the closest subordinate he had missed for several years and was his previous years.

"Old Wang..." Seeing the official enter the car, the bright color in Fan Xian's eyes gradually turned into joy and laughed loudly, but the laughter stopped abruptly because he heard what Wang Qinian said.

The bright and joyful color in Fan Xian's eyes quickly condensed, turning into a ball of scorching ice, which was so cold and terrible that it was hot, and asked directly: "Where will I go back? When?"

Wang Qinian's chest was undulating. He, one of the two wings of the Supervisory Council, came from a distance outside Dazhou City toward the northeast direction. He had not rested for a long time. He was relying on the breath in his heart to support his extremely tired body. At this time, he finally saw Fan Xian. He was almost unable to hold on, but he knew that the question Fan Xian asked at this time involved the question of when the old dean would arrive in Kyoto and how much time Fan Xian still had, so he gave the answer directly.

Fan Xian sat in a silent chair, closed his eyes, and then opened it, and had already calculated the approximate date of Chen Pingping being escorted back to Beijing in his mind, as well as the time it would take for him to rush back to Yanjing from this place and then back to Kyoto.

Can't catch up? The cold fire in Fan Xian's eyes became more and more powerful. He looked at Wang Qinian kneeling in front of him, without saying a word. The joy of meeting again for a long time was covered by a strong resentment. Chen Pingping's guarding force was arranged by Fan Xian himself. Under the watch of the Supervisory Office, how could he be arrested by the emperor again!

Fan Xian could not have imagined that everything that happened in Dazhou was just that Chen Pingping himself was going back to Beijing. He wanted to go back to ask His Majesty the Emperor a few words.

Time is urgent, as if the wildfire has already burned its eyebrows. Fan Xian said to Mu Fenger by the car window with a cold face: "The whole team returns to Dongyi and tell Your Highness that you will never come back unless you have my own letter."

From knowing that Chen Pingping returned to Kyoto, to Fan Xian's first order, it took only a moment in total. Fan Xian first dealt with the problems of this brigade, and then to prevent the eldest prince who had more than 10,000 troops in Dongyi City at this time. Will there be any problems?

After issuing the order, the people below will naturally be responsible for the execution. Fan Xian will not say any more words. He took out a bag of clean water from the floor grille of the luxurious black carriage and tied it to his waist. Then he rose up and took a deep breath.

The black carriage suddenly disintegrated, and the wooden wall not covered with steel plates in front was instantly shaken into pieces. A black figure rushed out of the carriage like a black lightning. The horse's head slit up, and the whole person shot out directly in front of him. A split sound came from the air.

Fan Xian treasured every minute and every second, and the domineering true energy in his body was raised to the peak state, and the little magic he had just realized also helped his body become more like a bird in the air, moving forward rapidly with the flow of air, turning his body into a black shadow.

Like a flash of lightning, her toes stepped on the heads of the officials of the Supervision House, drifted away, and in an instant, she arrived at the front of the team. This was probably the ultimate speed that Fan Xian could exert.

In the air, he kicked the general sent by the eldest prince and snatched the horse from the horse, snatched the best war horse in the team, and then spontaneously wiping his fingers, a clean steel needle pierced the horse's neck. He flipped his fingers off the war horse's mouth and fed a Mahuang pill. The black cavalry's horse-stimulating technique was used magically in this very short period of time.

Fan Xian, who was standing on the horse, snorted silently, and the horse rushed out like an arrow, leaving the large army, and instantly became a small black dot on the official road. It took only a few hours to disappear between the eyes of everyone.

Everyone looked at this scene in amazement. While shocking the young master's strong cultivation, they were also extremely puzzled. What happened ahead was so urgent!

Mu Feng'er received Fan Xian's order, but was very puzzled by the order. Why did he and others return to Dongyi City? He subconsciously looked into the car. He had already guessed who the strange official with the highest level of Qi Nian's group was. Lord Wang Qi Nian was also a legend in the Supervision Bureau. Mu Feng'er wanted to know from his mouth what was going on in Kyoto. However, when he pulled open the wooden board, he found that... Lord Wang Qi Nian had exhausted his energy and fainted in the board.

It only took two days to get from Dazhou to this place, which was no longer a speed that humans could achieve, and Wang Qinian did it.

Mu Feng'er looked at this scene in shock and fear. She subconsciously looked up in the direction where Lord Xiao Fan disappeared, and vaguely guessed that this was probably a relay race, perhaps, it was a race against death.

The cold and powerful autumn wind whistled like a knife to hit Fan Xian's face. The cold fire in his eyes had faded, but it showed a heart-wrenching calm. He knew what he needed. What the old lame man in Kyoto needed was time, just time. Although he couldn't understand, he didn't have to understand why everything was developing in a perfect direction suddenly had a big sharp turn in Dazhou. He only knew that if the old lame man returned to Kyoto, it must have been for the thing that happened back then. The old lame man died.

Time, or time, it is just time, which is as anxious as a mountain fire, burning Fan Xian's heart, like fine sand in an hourglass. The horse's hooves under him are like trampling on clouds, and the air is like thunder. Under the stimulation of medicine, they maintain the fastest speed. They gallop on the official roads in the mountains and forests, through the mountains and fog, and trampling on the streams and the moon all night, reaching Yanjing.

For a whole night, Fan Xian never got off the horse or slowed down. Except for the clear water skin on his waist that replenished him and the horse, there was no extra movement. The road to Guanshan is far away, and it takes time to reach Kyoto and energy.

It was just dawn, and the city of Yanjing was in front of him. In just one night, he rushed back to the border of Qing Kingdom. Fan Xian was already desperate, and his speed was incredible. Even the rebels who were ambushing the road in the last section were unable to react at all. They could only watch the smoke and dust along the way. A black cavalry ran away alone and bravely.

Fan Xian had to cherish every second, so of course he would not enter Yanjing City. No matter whether Yanjing received any secret instructions from the emperor or not, he would not take this risk, nor would he delay any time here. At the first moment when the Xiongcheng came into view, he hooked the stirrup with one foot, took out the arrow from his arms, and moved the true energy of his palm and pointed straight to the sky.

With a sound of the sky, a beautiful fireworks cut through the quiet morning outside the city of Yanjing. The faint moon hook in the distance was suppressed by the fireworks. However, the rising sun in the east did not have time to chase this fleeting light.

Most people in Yanjing City were still sleeping sweetly, but after all, they were rushing to the Xiongcheng in the Northern Qi and Dongyi. The soldiers guarding the city reacted very quickly and immediately rang the warning drums and drums in the corner tower of the city. In an instant, the soldiers of Qingguo on the city gathered together, holding the weapons tightly, and watching the war horse rushing from afar and the person on the horse.

When Fan Xian approached the Xiongcheng of Yanjing, he could clearly see the weapons reflected in the morning light in the hands of the soldiers on the city. However, there was no expression on his face and no emotion in his heart. He just pulled the reins hard and forced the direction as he moved, and went east along the direction of the ancient thick city wall of Yanjing City.

The soldiers guarding the city on the city watched the scene in amazement.

Then a sound of horse hooves sounded densely like thunder. The temporary garrison outside Yanjing City was restless. When Fan Xian turned to the east, five hundred black-armored cavalry in the camp were ready to attack and rushed out of the camp obliquely and met Fan Xian outside the east gate of Yanjing City.

The five hundred black cavalry, who was preparing to pick up Fan Xian's return to Beijing within the border of Qing Kingdom, saw the arrow that symbolized the most urgent order of the Supervision Bureau in the early morning. He reacted in the shortest time and responded to Fan Xian.

Fan Xian's speed did not decrease, and he merged with the black torrent. He could no longer see his figure alone, and there was only a whole cloud-like sweeping momentum.

Without any orders or words, Fan Xian lightened his body and abandoned the war horse that had been galloping all night on his body, and floated to the horse of the deputy commander of the Black Cavalry beside him, and the deputy commander had already swept to another vacant war horse.

The horse change was always completed at an extremely high speed without any obstacles. The Black Cavalry's horse-controlling technique was unparalleled in the world, and it was indeed not a false news. However, the Black Cavalry soldiers looked at the anxious and indifferent face of the dean, and no one asked. They knew that something must have happened, so they followed Fan Xian's arrow silently and strongly and rushed to the plains in the east.

A wailing cry accompanied Fan Xian's war horse foaming all night, and the oatmeal was shattered. His feet were slightly pumping, and he died. In just a moment, five hundred black cavalry disappeared on the plains under Yanjing City, leaving only this war horse and smoke and dust.

The defenders in Yanjing City looked at the magical scene in front of them in a daze, unable to speak for a long time. Of course, they knew the power of the Black Knight, but after seeing it with their own eyes today, they were still shocked and speechless. Especially who was the single knight who was the first?

When the master of Yanjing Wang Zhikun learned about what happened in the morning, his eyes were filled with worries, and ordered the entire army to be on guard and block the border between Qing Kingdom and the North Qi and Dongyi, the black cavalry who brought him endless doubts and shock, the young master who led the black cavalry to plunder the city and rushed wildly, had already left the scope of Yanjing City and embarked on the road to truly return to Beijing.

Through states and states, they encountered obstacles and broke them all the way. They did not say anything to any local officials in the prefectures and counties, and regarded any rules on military mobilization in Qingluli as nonsense. The powerful 500 black cavalry rushed to Kyoto as fast as possible under the leadership of Fan Xian.

This happened several days later, and in these days, the five hundred black cavalry ran wildly. I don’t know how many officials and people were shocked, and I don’t know what legends would be left in the history of Qing Kingdom. The black cavalry raided thousands of miles, the best in the world. However, in the past, this iron-torn underworld team was just for the interests of Qing Kingdom and His Majesty, and rushed outside the border. However, this raid in the tenth year of Qing Li was traversed on the fertile field of Qing Kingdom.

In the autumn rain, Liting outside Kyoto suddenly trembled, and a group of cavalry teams like black iron and dark clouds whizzed past, shaking up dust and several fallen leaves.

Kyoto is near. Fan Xian, who is in the middle of the black cavalry, has already reached the most difficult time. He has not been asleep for days and nights, and has not eaten. He just supports himself with clear water. It is just that the cold fire in the center of his eyes is stimulating his body and preventing him from falling down.

He was going to rush back, he was going to stop everything that was going to happen.

"You have to wait for me." Fan Xian's black official uniform was covered with a layer of sand and soil, and his face was covered with yellow soil. Even his eyelashes were covered with dry lips and his pupils were so shiver. A rain fell yesterday, which made this group of black cavalry look extremely embarrassed. Even with the ability of the black cavalry, in such a large raid across the abdomen of Qingguo, there was still no way to keep up with Fan Xian's speed and fall off the team.

If Fan Xian had not fully exploded his strong cultivation, he would not be able to support such a terrifying speed. In the rain yesterday, there were finally war horses that could no longer support them, and they could not move forward with medicine. Fan Xian changed ten horses in the black cavalry and could no longer find a replacement horse, so he snatched a caravan on the official road and thirty horses.

At this time, there were more than twenty black cavalry beside Fan Xian, but such a small team made the entire suburbs of Kyoto tremble, as if there was an unresistible army approaching the heart of Qingguo.

The black cavalry came to Beijing and rushed straight to the Zhengyang Gate of Kyoto. At this time, the Kyoto city gate was closed and all the defense forces had been raised to the highest level. The soldiers of the Thirteen City Gate Division and the cavalry of the Kyoto garrison were watching everything outside Kyoto. However, the dozens of black cavalry came too fast and came too unsuccessfully. The Kyoto garrison Division could not even react, so they arrived at Zhengyang Gate.

When it was about fifty feet away from Zhengyang Gate, Fan Xian wiped the dirty rain on his face, his horse's speed continued to slow down, and shouted loudly at the generals on Zhengyang Gate: "Open the door! I am Fan Xian!"

Lord Xiao Fan is back! The generals and officials on the city were all pale. Of course, they knew what they were doing in front of the Imperial Palace in Kyoto today. But these generals were ordered to defend the city, but the palace was worried about whether the Supervision Office would involve the rest of the forces in the court, and no one had ever thought... Lord Xiao Fan suddenly appeared under the sect of Zhengyang, Kyoto!

Whether it is the repression and anger of Emperor Qing, or Chen Pingping, who tried every means to stop Fan Xian from returning to the capital, I would probably not have thought that Fan Xian would rush back to Kyoto today!

The last time the Qing Dynasty court knew about Fan Xian was that Fan Xian was still far away from the border and was on the road from Dongyi City to Kyoto. Even if he used flying, he would probably not have time to come back. However... what everyone couldn't believe was that Fan Xian was rushing back!

"Defend the city gate to the death! The crossbowman is ready!" The commander of Zhengyang Gate was the first to react. The order he accepted was to close the Kyoto city gate today and strictly prohibit entry and exit. He looked at the twenty or so black cavalry that were getting closer and closer, just like looking at the thousands of troops and horses about to attack the city, and his face was slightly pale and issued an order.

Even if Lord Xiao Fan rushed back, he could not be allowed to enter Beijing today, especially today!

"Mr. Today..." The commander of Zhengyangmen wanted to explain something to Fan Xian on the horse, but Fan Xian had no time to listen to his explanation. The speed of the war horse under him had not diminished. He glanced at the wall of Zhengyangmen and saw the soldiers who were waiting for him. His heart tightened, and he knew that he had tried his best to rush back to Kyoto, but he was afraid he was still late.

On the right, two cold lights burst out in Fan Xian's eyes. He stared at the officers and soldiers on the top of the city, and only stared at the officers and soldiers timidly withdrew their gaze.

The black cavalry was getting closer and closer to the city gate. Fan Xian raised his right hand and then slashed down hard. More than twenty black cavalry behind him made a triangular formation, slowing down the speed and maintaining the range of the bows and arrows on the city.

The people on the Kyoto wall felt relieved. Although the twenty black cavalry were so powerful, these people certainly could not break through the city wall. But if they really faced the black cavalry head-on, who would know what would happen in the future? As long as these black cavalry stopped and stopped attacking, it would be great.

However, Fan Xian did not slow down, and he was still sprinting towards Zhengyangmen.

The twenty or so riders behind him calmly took out the powerful crossbows behind them!

A dense sound of puffing sound, the crossbow suddenly fired, shooting a hook rope towards the top of the city. With a jingle, it tightly clamped the blue bricks on the city wall! More than a dozen black hook ropes, like nets, turned into a bridge up and down the city wall, a bridge that crossed life and death!

These are three hooks developed many years ago. When Fan Xian went to Northern Qi, the courtyard advised him to use them. However, Fan Xian had his own trick to save his life. So it was not used. But today we must save all time and forcefully break through the city wall. Fan Xian was already ready.

He was single and alone at Zhengyang Gate. With the autumn rain above his head slightly condensed, the black hooks flashed through the sky like countless shadows. Fan Xian groaned and forced himself to suppress the true energy caused by the exhaustion and energy consumption. The domineering true energy suddenly released, stepped on the horse's back, and with a subtle sense of the flow of the air around him, he flew upwards, and with a bang, it was like thunder.

Like a big black bird, flying in front of the gloomy city gates of Kyoto, getting taller and higher.

"Cut the rope! Cut the rope!" The commander of Zhengyang Sect shouted at the top of his lungs. He did not dare to let the officers and soldiers shoot arrows at the dark figure, because he didn't know if he would be killed by His Majesty the Emperor's whole family.

The commander of Zhengyang Sect was afraid, but Fan Xian was not afraid at all. He shouted violently, and forced the true energy in his body to lift it again. When his fingertips hit the black hook rope, his whole body floated up like a ray of black smoke, and swept along the hook rope towards the high city wall!

A hook rope was cut off, and another one. When more than a dozen hook ropes were cut off at full speed by soldiers from the Thirteen City Gate Division, Fan Xian was covered in dust and exhausted, and had already rushed to the city gate. A shrill light flashed, and the Great Wei Emperor Sword that had been carrying behind him was unsheathed!

A sword tip pierced the throat of the commander of Zhengyangmen. Blood suddenly flew back and the commander fell to the ground in dejection.

Fan Xian swept across his body like a gust of wind, and at the cost of three shallow wounds on his body, he broke through the defense of the powerful Qing army on the city wall, flew down along the long stone steps, and then flashed again, killing three people, snatched a horse, clamped his legs, and ran towards the direction of the palace along the straight road.

Fast, all this can only be described in one word fast, faster than when he was hiding from the five bamboo sticks on the cliff of Danzhou, faster than when he broke into the palace and violently suppressed the empress dowager. From the moment he knew the news, until now he entered Kyoto, every minute and every second for days and nights, Fan Xian has already exerted his ability beyond his realm. The fear in his heart has made him become unprecedentedly powerful and cold-blooded.

Blood was on his sword, on his body, and he was not moved at all. He felt unprecedented fear and panic in his heart. Looking at the situation in Kyoto, I was afraid that that person... the person who should be waiting for him can no longer wait for him.
To be continued...