Chapter 131: A common man with a single sword towards the emperor (Five)

At night, the building was brightly lit, and the eunuchs and palace maids rushed in from all sides of the abandoned garden like magic tricks, and various dishes, fruit trays, steam pots and steamed pots were sent into the pavilion at a price. His Majesty the Emperor and Fan Xian were eating and chatting downstairs with a smile. And that woman, the woman who lies across the history of the Qing Kingdom and between the Emperor and Fan Xian, was quietly watching everything on the drawing paper in the room on the second floor.

It should have been the beginning of a murderous battle, but it turned into the last supper between father and son. Fan Xian knew this and accepted this. One person could never fight a war between two people. Since he had been suffering for so long, he made such a brave and even ruthless decision. What's the difference if he had an extra night? More importantly, just as the emperor said when he easily broke his power and left, since this was a war between two people, he would always have to leave some time to let the emperor do what he had already silently agreed to Fan Xian.

Is it enough overnight?

"Your Majesty, Miss Ruoruo comes to say goodbye to Your Majesty." Eunuch Yao stood under the table, lowered his head, and said respectfully.

"Let her come in." The emperor smiled slightly and glanced at Fan Xian, meaning that I will do what I promised you.

A slight cold wind swept into the building with snowflakes. A woman who looked like ice and snow entered with the wind. Her steps were stable, her face remained calm, and she had a slight blessing in front of His Majesty. It was Fan Ruoru.

After saying goodbye to His Majesty the Emperor, the girl who had been under house arrest for several months slowly turned around and looked at her brother quietly, gradually feeling a hint of wetness in her eyes.

Fan Xian stood up, smiled and shook his head, and said, "Don't cry."

So Fan Ruoruo had no weapons, bit his lower lip strongly, and said with a reluctant smile: "Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time."

It was a long time since Fan Xian went to Dongyi again, and the brother and sister had never met again. After Fan Xian returned to Beijing, he only saw the early autumn rain. Fan Ruoruo was under house arrest at that time and served as a hostage to restrain him.

Fan Xian walked forward, gently put his sister's thin shoulders on her shoulders, hugged her, and whispered in her ear: "Be good in the future. Be more filial to your father and mother." When she said this, Fan Xian always felt that time was turning back. The woman in front of her seemed to be the yellow-haired girl who couldn't even speak clearly in Danzhou Port many years ago.

Fan Ruoru nodded. Then she stepped out. She knew why His Majesty would let her enter the palace today. It must be that some kind of agreement was reached between his brother and His Majesty. She believed in her brother's teachings and arrangements most in her life, and she could not have any doubts at all. She just accepted all this calmly and silently.

The small building was silent again, but it was not quiet for too long. Eunuch Yao replied with a little embarrassed expression: "The Third Palace is coming down. Just outside the building, the servant can't stop him."

The emperor and Fan Xian were both stunned at the same time, as if they did not expect that the third prince would appear in this place at this moment, nor did they expect that Shufang Palace would not stop the young man.

The third prince walked into the building, bowed to the emperor, then bowed to Fan Xian, and said in a muffled voice: "I have met my father, and I have met sir..."

It was very wonderful that the third prince turned around and left after saying this. He didn't care about any etiquette and rules, leaving behind the emperor and Fan Xian who were silent. These two naturally saw the third brother's previous expressions clearly. They saw that the third brother's eyes were red, and they thought they had already cried outside the building.

The emperor looked at the empty ground, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed in a complicated expression, with a hint of loss and a hint of appreciation that could not be concealed. Today, Li Chengping came to this small building to see him off, and naturally to see him off for Fan Xian. This kind of affection and courage are very consistent with the emperor's temperament.

"Isn't it good?" Fan Xian asked.

"You taught well, which is what I have always admired you the most. I have never seen you treat them well. But whether it is the ministers in the court, your subordinates, or even my sons, they seem to be willing to stand on your side." The emperor said.

Fan Xian responded after a moment of silence: "That's probably because I have always treated them very equally."

Eunuch Yao walked into the small building for the third time and said calmly: "Outside the palace, someone sent the manuscripts and... a sword that Lord Xiao Fan needed."

The sword is the sword of the Emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty. It was quietly placed on the table in front of Fan Xian. The manuscript was a crime written by the old department of the Supervision Bureau today for His Majesty to use for the future declaration of the imperial edict.

Eunuch Yao stood in front of the emperor and quietly stated the movements outside the palace today. The inner court naturally had a lot of eyewitness in Kyoto, and the riots caused by the storm in Kyoto today do not need to be specifically asked to know.

The censors of the Censorate were kneeling in the snow outside the palace, crying and screaming, asking His Majesty to severely punish Fan Xian, the unforgivable murderer. Fan Xian is not a murderer. Today, the lives that have died in Kyoto are the backbone of the He Sect. As for those censors who only know pedanticism, they are still alive.

In addition to these censors, civil servants from various ministries and temples in Kyoto also began to communicate in secret, preparing to put pressure on the palace. All of this was shocked by the massacre that occurred today, and felt endless fear, so they had to stand up.

Fan Xian entered the palace from the Secretariat of the Second Secretariat, and many court ministers waited outside the imperial city. They had to wait for His Majesty the Emperor's will. However, one day had passed and it was already night, and the palace was still quiet. The ministers began to get angry and afraid. Did Fan Xian do so many outrageous bloody things, and His Majesty was still thinking about the righteousness of father and son without punishment?

It is precisely because of the peace of the palace and the worries of the ministers that the censors kowtowed outside the imperial city again.

The storm is about to come, the pressure is great, the mountains are about to overturn, and the lake is about to roar.

Eunuch Yao's report did not change the atmosphere in the small building at all. Neither the emperor nor Fan Xian would take the pressure from the court officials seriously, let alone after tonight, one of the father and son would give some explanation to the world.

The emperor smiled. He picked up a glass of wine and drank it slowly, saying a few topics that had not been touched: "If you die, can you still control the madmen under your command if you stay? If you can't, why should I agree to let them live?"

"Because you have to bet that I can control them, otherwise the world will be in chaos, and it will not be the scene you want to see."

The emperor's fingers gently turned the wine glass, narrowed his eyes and said, "Then aren't you worried that if I kill you, I won't do the things that promise you?"

Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said calmly: "A word from the emperor is as good as the horse."

"Four horses... are not a horse." The emperor smiled and said, "It is four horses. Your mother said this strange word back then, so I remember it. But I didn't expect that you also know."

The emperor then sighed: "If I face the earth today, if I am not you, but your mother... I will never be able to give her the qualification to fight fairly."

Fan Xian said sarcastically: "You did not give her any fairness back then."

The emperor shook his head and said coldly: "I don't give her this qualification because I know that she will never use this world to threaten me, because using the world as a bargaining chip, she will throw all the people of the world into the casinos, but she can't bear to... but I can't bear to."

"I am willing to threaten you with the life and death of all people in the world." Fan Xian replied calmly: "This is the difference I mentioned before."

The emperor shook his head again and said, "So I still don't understand. Since you love this country and cherish all the people in the world, how can you threaten me with this?"

"Because I have to start with the people around me first. In addition, I am a shameless and fearful person. If I really get into a dead end, of course, this dead end is not just me... I don't mind dragging the whole world and your majesty, your ambitions to me with you." Fan Xian lowered his head and said, "Actually, I have been waiting for someone, but that person never comes back. So there is no way. I have to work hard by myself."

The word "Personal Death" was so sad and helpless, but the emperor's eyes gradually lit up. Because he knew who Fan Xian was waiting for. In the emperor's opinion, in the world today, only that person could threaten his life and rule. Since the bloody incident in the Taiping Villa many years ago, he has been vaguely afraid of that person's existence, and even sent the envoy who was finally sent out of the temple to the alley next to Fan's mansion.

However, even so, Wu Zhu was still not dead.

"He won't come back." The light in the emperor's eyes gradually faded away and he said slowly: "In three years, if he wants to find who he is, he can only go to the temple. If he really returns to the temple, how could he come out again?"

Fan Xian nodded and accepted this fact with some sadness. Uncle Wu Zhu was still staying on this continent. Why was he so passive in front of His Majesty the Emperor? He even threatened to burn his jade and stones.

"How did you let the temple stand behind you back then?" Fan Xian frowned and looked at the emperor. This was one of the biggest questions in his heart.

"I have never been to the temple, but after staying with your mother for a long time, I naturally know that the temple is actually just a decayed place. The temple has always ignored the world, which is true." A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the emperor's lips. "However, the temple has been quietly affecting this continent. Unfortunately, I am a worldly person. They can't do anything to me, but your mother and Lao Wu are from the temple... This difference is enough, and I naturally know how to use this."

Fan Xian sighed and shook his head. He had to admire the emperor's strong will. The temple that everyone in the world has always worshipped. In His Majesty's view, it turned out that it was just a sharp knife after all.

"When the Northern Expedition, my meridians were shattered, my fingers could not move, my eyes could not see, my ears could not hear, my nose could not hear, my soul was like a dead person. But my soul was hidden in that broken body, and I could not escape or be liberated." The emperor suddenly began to tell the things of that year indifferently, "It was like suffering from loneliness in the endless darkness. This pain made me firm up my determination."

As the Emperor described it, the lights in the entire building dimmed. It seemed that it was about to sink into the sea of ​​darkness that would never be released.

"It turns out that nothing is true except myself and myself and my own loneliness." The emperor said: "I no longer believe in anyone except myself. In order to achieve my goals, I do not need relatives or friends."

"I woke up from the darkness and saw Chen Pingping and Ning'er at first glance." The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "So I trust them the most. You don't have to worry about Ning'er's safety."

"However, I didn't expect that Chen Pingping would betray me...I." The emperor narrowed his eyes even more violently, and a cold light came out of his eyes, his tone was faintly angry and sad, and he laughed and said, "I believe in the wrong person. It will become the pattern of today."

"You haven't experienced that kind of sobering pain in the darkness, so you don't understand what I'm talking about."

"I have had this kind of experience." Fan Xian shook his head, naturally not explaining it. It was a long time ago. He encountered changes in that world. "However, I did not become a person like you, and my personality determines my destiny."

He suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "If... Ye Qingmei did not appear in this world, Your Majesty, what would it look like now? Would it be better?"

The emperor's eyes gradually became cold. He stared at Fan Xian's face, and his anger appeared and disappeared. He said coldly: "Not mentioning what the Qing State Council looks like without your mother. You just need to remember that the corruption of the Great Wei Dynasty reached its peak, not to mention that it was impossible to reach Daqing under my rule, even if it was far from the Northern Qi Dynasty today, it was still 108,000 miles away."

"Although the Great Wei Dynasty was ruined, it was still a huge creature. Your mother came to this world and at least destroyed that mountain... Why isn't there any of the former Wei residents who missed the previous dynasty? Why did I never care about my homeland in this thousand miles of land and rebel?" The emperor laughed coldly and said, "I'll think about it myself."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I don't bother to think about it. My parents are amazing people. For me, a son, it's not a glorious thing."

The emperor finally laughed out loud, and the two continued to eat, drink, and chat. The father, son, king and minister were actually extremely similar, and were both cruel and ruthless in their bones. They just had different opinions about the world, the past, the present, and everything, but this did not affect the trust and awe of each other over the years, and firmly occupied the peak of the world.

The small building listened to the wind and snow all night, this was the last supper and the last long talk.

It was late at night, and the two of them sat on two chairs against the lights and began to meditate and rest. The true qi flowing in their bodies was so harmonious. In addition to being domineering, each had a power to tear everything apart, and it was so harmonious when they were combined.

Before we knew it, it was dawn and the sun came out. The snow outside stopped and the wind stopped. A thick layer of snow like a wool blanket on the ground reflected the clear light in the sky, illuminating this large abandoned garden in the northwest corner of the palace to a particularly bright light.

Fan Xian woke up, sighed in his heart, stood up, picked up the sword of the Great Wei Emperor on the table with his right hand, walked to the door of the small building, then turned around, and quietly looked at His Majesty the Emperor on the chair.

The emperor slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were extremely clear, extremely calm and indifferent, and there was no trace of emotion that mortals should have. He had finished all the words he should say. From this moment on, there was no trace of family affection between the two.

Fan Xian raised his right arm, from shoulder to elbow to wrist, and then to the hilt of the sword that he was holding smoothly with his right hand, so that the slightest trembling, staggeringly terrifyingly, the sword tip was straight towards the emperor's face.

The sword was still in the sheath, but it began to make a dragon roar, buzzing, and it was like the silk tube in Chenyuan playing. The thick domineering true energy was passed into the sword body along Fan Xian's tiger's mouth, as if it was about to turn the sword to life. A light that was faintly visible to the naked eye began to spread in the cracks of the sheath.

Yin Yin Yin Yin... The sword body struggled desperately in the sheath, trying to break the sheath, but couldn't find the way. The hardship and pain make people feel palpitations!

Fan Xian had infused many true energy into it, but actually formed such a shocking scene. The emperor's pupils shrank slightly, and his hands were still on the chair. He did not get up, but the only remaining master in the world found that his beloved son was stronger than he expected.

In the cold winter, a drop of sweat dripped from Fan Xian's eyebrows, and his beautiful face was full of heavy and firmness. He had been accumulating momentum for a long time, and then Emperor Qing did not take action. He could not wait forever. The sword he held in his hand was almost unable to control it.

With a light bang, Fan Xian took a step back with his right foot and stepped heavily on the threshold. The sword that he stabbed with the style of Liaotian in his right hand finally exploded!

The white light in the gap in the scabbard in his hand suddenly disappeared, and there was no sound in the small building, but the scabbard could no longer withstand the anger of the emperor's sword in the sheath. He struggled, clashed, silently and strangely, like an arrow, stabbed the emperor's face!

The first sword that Fan Xian produced was the scabbard!

The scabbard was attached to him for seven days and thought hard, and the night of long talk was full of momentum. The extremely thick and domineering true energy ejected out in an instant. The extremely fast speed made the scabbard easily tear the air like Yan Xiaoyi's arrow back then, surpassing the limitation of time. In just one moment, in a blink of an eye, he came to the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor.

However, at this time there was an extra hand in the air, one with an extremely stable hand, and the other was once shaking the wind and rain on Dadong Mountain. The middle finger had a layer of calluses because he had pinched the Zhuzi Yu pen for too long.

The hand caught the scabbard, just like catching a firefly in the floating light, catching the dust among the thousands of snowflakes. This hand was too fast, fast enough to catch light and shadows, so how could it not be able to catch the tangible and qualitative scabbard?

The calm momentum of the small building suddenly broke, and the buzzing sound of the scabbard dragon roared again, but it stopped abruptly.

Fan Xian's sword sheath, which had been accumulated for a long time, was like a giant dragon strangled by a throat. He stopped breathing, hung his head down weakly, and lay dying in the palm of His Majesty the Emperor's hand.

His Majesty the Emperor slowly stood up, his face was extremely calm, but he had to admit that Fan Xian's current realm had exceeded his judgment. This sword that flew over like a flying dragon from the sky actually felt a little out of space.

There was no one at the door of the small building. The emperor looked at the place coldly. The seat behind him shattered, turning into powder and powder, and spread all over the floor.

Fan Xian used all his body skills to stimulate the scabbard, which seemed to be a desperate move. There was no audience around the building, so no one expected it. Unexpectedly, after that moment, his body floated up, swept up, and flew up.

His body was like a big bird, no, lighter and faster than a bird, like snowflakes rolled up by the howling wind. At a speed that humans could never reach, he suddenly floated out of the door of the small building for fifteen feet.

At this moment, snowflakes began to fall from the sky again.

During the flight, Fan Xian almost stopped breathing, but based on the magic trick left by Ju Kuhe before his death, he felt the chill around him in the flow of the air, walked with the flow and drifted away.

During the floating process, he had time to think, and there was a distance of four feet from the emperor's seat to the small building. The emperor wanted to take his own sword and think, and he would definitely not come out too quickly.

The four great masters are already extraordinary, but they are not gods after all. They have their own different weaknesses. The weakest link of Master Kuhe lies in his old body, and Ye Liuyun's strongest lies in his body skills like Liuyun. If the great master in the small building was Ye Liuyun at this time, Fan Xian would never hope to leave the other party in the building.

However, at this moment, the Emperor is the Emperor. His true energy is the most powerful and abundant in the world. However, when moving with the true energy, the body is always limited. If you move within a small range, you should have the skills of ghosts and gods, just like Ye Liuyun faced the crossbow rain all over the sky.

However, His Majesty the Emperor may not be able to forcibly plunder the building in such a short time, and what is coming immediately is an attack without gaps.
To be continued...