Chapter 105: Snow Mountain in Dream, Blood in the Basin

The vast white earth is so clean. The world is full of snow. I don’t know how deep it is. The snow field reaches the sky and how wide it is. Then, at the other end of the skyline, a very high snow peak suddenly pulled up and went straight into the clouds, like a sword inserted into the sky. This snow mountain is extremely high, which is amazing, and I feel afraid and dare not get close to it.

Fan Xian lowered his head and found that his naked feet were stepping on the snow, but he strangely did not feel the pain in the ice, but he clearly felt the touch brought by the snowflakes. He felt a little surprised. He squinted his eyes and looked at the mountain directly in front of the snow field, but his eyes were tingled by the light reflected from the ice and snow on the mountain wall.

The sky and the earth were very bright, like nine suns above the snow clouds. Fan Xian didn't know how long he had been walking in this snowy field. Five days or six days? He hadn't slept, but it never got dark. It seemed that there was no difference between day and night in this ghost place.

"When I came last time, it was always night at the beginning, but then the sky opened its eyes and it turned into daytime."

A voice rang in Fan Xian's ears. He turned his head and saw a face that had not been seen for a long time. The old face had an unhealthy blush. At first glance, he knew it was the sequelae of taking Mahuang Pills. Fan Xian tilted his head and looked at Sean strangely, thinking that you are dead? Why did you appear in front of him again and speak so clearly?

He felt a little strange, but there was another spiritual force subconsciously that made him not think about this strange question, but asked directly: "The temple is in that snowy mountain?"

"Yes, there is the holy land on earth, a place that cannot be touched by mortals." Sean sighed, and then the face turned into countless fragments of light spots, landed on the snow and could never be found again.

Fan Xian squatted down and digged in the snow with his red hands, as if he wanted to catch the dead Sean back and continue to ask some questions. After digging for a long time, the snow pit became deeper and deeper, but there was no trace. Instead, he saw a shadow next to the snow pit that was getting deeper and deeper.

A man in a tutu wearing a hat was sitting next to the snow pit. His eyes were as clear as the sea, and he was quietly looking at the snowy mountain.

"Where did your shoes go? Where did my shoes go?" Fan Xian jumped out of the snow pit, looked at his naked red feet, and then looked at the same naked feet of the man in a harp hat. He saw the man's bald head through the harp hat, and said with a smile: "I know you are Kuhe. You have also been to the temple back then. You and Sean have eaten human flesh."

Sitting on the snow, Kuhe smiled and said, "The temple is not sacred, it is just an abandoned temple."

"But everyone knows that you have infinite respect for the temple. You once knelt on the bluestone steps in front of the temple for several months before you can get the masterpiece of heaven."

"But you know the truth is not like this." Ku He turned his head and looked at Fan Xian calmly and said, "How can there be invincible power in this world?"

After saying this, Ku He disappeared, as if he had never appeared before. In a blink of an eye, the short sword saint master suddenly appeared. He stared at Fan Xian with big eyes and shouted angrily: "Where is my ashes? Where is my ashes?"

Fan Xian was shocked, and then he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something. He seemed to have promised Sigujian that if he wanted to go to the temple, he would carry his ashes and sprinkle them on the stone steps of the temple, so that he could see what kind of amazing people there were in the temple.

Fan Xian was extremely distressed. He said, "That mountain is so tall and so cold that I can't get close to it at all. Even if you carry your ashes, it's useless."

"This is an excuse!" Sigu Jian roared angrily: "This is just an excuse!"

Then Sigujian stabbed over with a sword, rolled up a snowflake, spreading between the sky and the earth, with graceful and beautiful irresistible. Fan Xian's face turned pale, and he tried his best to step on the soft snow field with his naked feet desperately. He rushed towards the snowy mountain ahead that was rising and seemed to be unable to conquer forever.

Then he saw a black dot slowly and firmly moving up the snow-capped mountain. Fan Xian was overjoyed and shouted loudly: "Uncle Wuzhu, wait for me."

Wu Zhu, covered with black cloth, seemed to have heard no sound at all, and was still walking towards the mountain coldly and firmly. The sword behind Fan Xian had already arrived. The sword flower was just a flower, but in a flash, countless petals opened. Each petal of sword flower cut off a piece of flesh and blood from Fan Xian’s chest and abdomen.

The endless pain made Fan Xian scream. He fell to the ground, and the blood on his body flowed to the snow, and was immediately iced into a crimson red blood flower, like a precious agate full of killing aura.

Fan Xian watched Uncle Wuzhu walk towards the snowy mountain. The snowy mountain was still so tall and cold. He felt the unbearable pain coming from his heart, and felt the despair and fear in his mind.

Then he woke up.

Fan Xian groaned and struggled to sit up from the bed. His body was sweating all over and wet all his underwear. He subconsciously touched his chest and found that apart from the ache, he had not really cut off countless pieces of flesh.

It was already night now. It seemed that after waking up at dusk, he quietly looked at the top of the bed and fell asleep again. But he didn't know why he had such a nightmare. Those outstanding figures who had been sprinkling in this world appeared one by one in his dream, told him the story about the snow-capped mountain, and then persuaded him, encouraged him, and abandoned him.

Fan Xian gasped heavily, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, stared at the quilt on his body, and thought of the snowy mountain in his dream, and was still shivering. He knew what the snowy mountain in his dream represented in the real world, and he also knew that the man was actually stronger and colder than the snowy mountain. However, when the snowy mountain was in front, he always had to climb.

In the imperial study room of the palace, His Majesty the Emperor slowly opened his eyes and woke up. He looked at the lights on the tables around him and realized that it was already night. His eyes were a little cold and strange because he had a dream before. He dreamed that he was standing on a lonely snow mountain, enjoying the admiration and admiration of countless people in the snowy field under the mountain, but there was no one around him, just like the snow mountain.

Those people were almost frozen into zombies, and they were worshipped by such creatures, and perhaps there was not much pleasure to grab them. The emperor slowly closed his eyes, thinking of those eyes that looked at him coldly in his dreams and those familiar partners. He had not spoken for a long time.

"I want to burn my face." The emperor said.

Eunuch Yao, who had been waiting beside him, responded hunched, pushed open the door of the imperial study room, and whispered before leaving: "Mr. Ye Chong has been waiting in the front hall."

The emperor didn't say anything, and waved his hand a little bored, and the door of the imperial study room was closed. Although His Majesty the Emperor of Qing Kingdom had his own palace in the harem, he had been diligent in political affairs and had extraordinary energy over the years. He was also used to staying up late in the imperial study room to approve memorials, and a bedding was placed here, so he rarely went back to the palace to rest, but often spent the night in the imperial study room.

If Emperor Qing spent most of his life in the imperial study room, it would be no vain. After nightfall, in this quiet study room, except for the emperor, only his most trusted eunuch could enter. When Hong Zhu lost power and stopped in the imperial study room at night, the only person who could stop in the imperial study room at night was Eunuch Yao.

However, there was a woman in this quiet study room today. There was a natural calm between the girl's eyebrows. She had a pretty face, wearing a half-fur-sweat shirt, sitting quietly on the round pier opposite the soft collapse, and there was a box at her feet.

The emperor glanced at the woman and said gently: "You haven't had much rest these two days. You'll go to the harem to rest later."

Fan Ruoruo gave a calm salute and said nothing. Since she was taken to the palace at noon the day before yesterday and healed His Majesty, her movements have been greatly restricted. Although no one said anything, she knew that she had to stay in the palace.

During the past two days, His Majesty the Emperor kept keeping her by her side, even when she was watching the matter in the imperial study and her subordinates reported the information related to the Fan Mansion, Fan Ruoruo was listening quietly, and His Majesty the Emperor did not seem to be avoiding her much.

The emperor glanced at her faintly, and easily saw the deep worry from the calmness between the woman's eyebrows. He knew what she was worried about. What is strange is that the emperor kept Miss Fan by his side in the past two days not only to suppress Fan Xian, but not just because Fan Ruoru wanted to heal him. But the emperor felt that this niece girl, her refreshing and indifferent temperament, was really in line with her temper, and she chatted with her casually, regardless of astronomy, geography or various scenery in the world. Fan Ruoru could always give him a few words.

"Don't worry about anything." The emperor coughed gently. Although Fan Ruoruo's wonderful hand had already taken out most of the iron filings and steel balls in his body, it was after all, Chen Pingping's wheelchair had too much lethality. No one knew that he was actually seriously injured.

Emperor Qing is a great master, so if he survived, if anyone else had been replaced, he would have died under Chen Pingping's two guns.

"An Zhi... your brother, you have some misunderstandings about me. When these misunderstandings are clear in the future, it will be fine." His Majesty the Emperor didn't know why, and seemed to not want to see the little girl of the Fan family worried. He explained softly with a dissatisfaction.

And this is indeed the emperor's true words. In his opinion, An Zhi has always been a person who values ​​friendship. Chen Pingping's tragic death will inevitably make him unable to understand it for a while and cannot make a turn. If Fan Xian knew the great evil cause that Chen Pingping had planted against the Li royal family in the future, Fan Xian would naturally figure it out.

"Your Majesty is saying." Fan Ruoruo bowed his head and should be.

The emperor's expression became a little gloomy. He didn't like the tone of the girl talking at this time. After a long time, he did not have an attack. He just slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "An Zhi has been sleeping for a day and a night. It seems that he has worked hard along the way."

Fan Ruoruo raised his head, bit his lower lip gently, looking at the emperor in front of him who could not see through the depth of the emperor no matter what, and didn't know how to respond. The elder brother was sleeping on the couch in the mansion for a long time, and it was impossible for him to sleep peacefully. What kind of emotions does His Majesty's words represent?

"Tell me about your experience in Aoyama when you were studying art in Aoyama. I have never entered the territory of Northern Qi. This has always been my regret." The emperor naturally turned his mind, for some reason. He was really following Fan Ruoruo's wishes, knowing that if you talk about Kyoto and Fan Mansion, this girl's family would feel chilled.

"Of course, I will not be able to go to Qingshan to see it with my own eyes." The emperor smiled slightly.

Fan Ruoru responded respectfully: "The scenery on the green mountains is very good, and the brothers of Tianyidaodi are also very good to me."

"After all, you are a native of Daqing. Although you don't know what tricks Fan Xian used back then. He actually forced Kuhe to accept you as a closed disciple, but I guess those Northern Qi people still feel uncomfortable watching you." The emperor wiped the white hair from his temples and said casually.

Fan Ruoru smiled naturally and said, "Your Majesty's eyes are like a torch. The situation was indeed like that at the beginning, but later the teacher spoke and added Senior Sister Tang in Shanghai to the mountain, so it would be fine."

"When it comes to that woman Haitang, how did An Zhi and her deal with it?" A trace of emotion flashed in the emperor's eyes and he asked calmly.

Fan Ruoruo clearly felt that His Majesty the Emperor was not asking anything about this matter, but was just curious about this story of men and women that was circulating all over the world. She stared at His Majesty the Emperor's slightly pale face and suddenly thought that these things were related to his brother, but his brother would never talk to His Majesty about the details of these things.

This is a conversation between parents? Fan Ruoru suddenly understood that His Majesty the Emperor was just old and lonely. He was just lonely. He was just a father, but he never received the treatment of a father. So he kept himself in this palace, wanting to talk to him more, wanting to know more about ordinary things in the world, and wanting to know more about things related to his brother.

The emperor and his young daughter chatted peacefully and strangely, and it was obvious that His Majesty the Emperor was in a better mood. A rare gentle expression began to appear on his slightly white face.

The door of the imperial study room was pushed open, and Eunuch Yao led two little eunuchs in with copper basins. The basin was filled with hot water from white mist. The emperor took the hot towel from Eunuch Yao, signaled Fan Ruoru to continue speaking with his eyes, and then covered the rolling towel on his face and wiped it hard for a few times.

Under the towel, Emperor Qing slowly closed his eyes. No one could see his expression at this moment. No one knew that he had at that moment. Suddenly he thought of the autumn rain yesterday, and he took Li Chengping back to the palace. The hand that was held by him was trembling. His eyes were full of fear when he looked at him.

It's very similar to Chengqian many years ago.

A very cold anger suddenly surged in the emperor's heart. He pulled off the towel from his face and threw it on the ground. After taking a few deep breaths, he suppressed his temperament and looked at Eunuch Yao and said, "Why did it take so long?"

Eunuch Yao knelt down and responded in a trembling voice: "The inner court had something important to report before, so it was delayed."

"explain."

"The inner court is placed on the outside of the Fan Mansion..." Speaking of this, Eunuch Yao subconsciously glanced at Miss Fan Mansion who was staring at her in a daze, and then quickly lowered her head, "A total of fourteen people were all killed."

The emperor's face suddenly became as cold as ice. He slowly sat upright on the couch, looking at Eunuch Yao without saying a word.

Fan Ruoru, who was sitting aside, suddenly heard the news, and his face gradually turned pale and could not be released. In the past two days, she had been guarding the imperial study room and beside His Majesty the Emperor. Naturally, she knew that her brother had returned to Beijing yesterday afternoon and had already returned to the mansion. Although the inner court and the military had relaxed their suppression of the Fan Mansion on the surface, they still left countless eyeliners responsible for surveillance outside the mansion.

All those spies were dead? What did the brother think in his heart? Didn’t he know that His Majesty asked him to sleep peacefully in the mansion, and when he woke up, he went to the palace to apologize? But he insisted on killing all the people sent by His Majesty? Aren’t he afraid of angering His Majesty?

The frosty look on His Majesty's face slowly melted at this moment. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he smiled with a hint of sarcasm and said calmly: "Continue to send people over. I have hundreds of millions of people in the world. Can he kill them all alone?"

The main entrance of Fan Mansion was wide open, and the lights were hanging high, illuminating half of the street in Nancheng clearly, like daytime. Danbo Gong Fan Xian was covered in blood and walked over from the shadows that were not illuminated by the lights. As the terrifying eyes of those wearing official uniforms and people on the street were slowly walking to the door of their own house as they looked at the terrifying eyes of those who were wearing official uniforms and identities.
Chapter completed!