Chapter 220 Suddenly

In the blink of an eye, the fifteen-day suspension of the Martial Arts Academy was over, and there were no more life cases, which made everyone who knew about this matter breathe a sigh of relief. From the first murder to the last one, seven people died before and after, and according to the inference, the only people who had seen Fang Hatshui at that time were Ma Lilian and Zong Xuzhi, the son of Zong Lei, a free-riding attendant. As long as he kills these two people again, no one will recognize him even if he blatantly walks on the streets of Chang'an City.

The Ouchi Guards have placed people around these two people and are on guard at all times. But when it was easiest to start in the fifteenth day, Fang hated Shui to go but didn't do it, and the people in the Ouchi Guard Office were also a little confused while rejoicing. What the hell is this guy going to do? If he killed people so that he could appear in broad daylight as soon as possible, then why did he suddenly stop when there were only two people left?

Luo Weiran has been busy with the military ceremony recently, and the murder case was handed over to the deputy commander Meng Wuving. His Majesty the Emperor set the second group of men and horses to leave for the northwest in early February, but the people who led the troops this time have not yet been decided. However, it is not difficult to see from His Majesty's frequent summoning of Yu Manlou, the general of Zuo Wuwei, in the past few days, that there is a good chance that the matter of leading troops to the expedition will fall on him.

Fang Xie knew the news, and it was the little eunuch Mu San who tried to tell him. Mu San followed Su Fearless to serve the emperor in the imperial study, although he only did small things such as serving tea and water, making beds and stacking quilts, but he could always know more about the things in the imperial study than others.

Early in the morning of the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, Fang Xie returned to the Yanwu Academy in a carriage. The shop was handed over to Shen Tian Fan to take care of, and she was now more and more like an ordinary proprietress lady. Fang Xie likes the change of the Shen Tilt Fan, the previous Shen Tilt Fan was sometimes charming and sometimes cold and arrogant, and the madman was like a man who couldn't figure it out.

I don't know if it's because she became more and more calm after she was promoted to Jipin, or because she got along with Fang Xie to have this change.

In the past two days, he has appeared in front of Fang Xie more and more times, always talking about some marginal topics. But how could Fang Xie not hear it, arrogant and unintentionally would always lead the topic to Prince Yi Yang Yin. Fang Xie couldn't be sure what the purpose of the insolence was, but the change in the insolence still alerted him.

Fang Xie had met Luo Weiran once and knew about the military dispatch ceremony in early February. When the time comes, His Majesty will personally send the army out of the city, and the Manchu civil and military and nobles will accompany him. Red Sleeves and several other singing and dancing companies have been notified by the government that they will perform a dance in the square outside the Taiji Palace that day to see off the army.

This is the day that Fang Xie is waiting for.

But there was no news from Wu Yiyi's side, Fang Xie deliberately paid attention, Wu Yiyi seemed to have been closed all these days, except for entering the palace to report to the emperor and staying in the East Warm Pavilion of Taiji Palace for an hour, he almost never had contact with anyone again. Of course, the news of his entry into the palace was also spread by Mu San, and the better he was between him and Fang Jie, there would be no second person to know.

That way, it's a little disgusting.

Kizo would write the news on a slip of paper and take the opportunity to hide it in the carriage of the Kaji. It is not difficult for Fang Xie to hide from others from approaching the carriage of the change of incense, and the name of the change of the fragrance is good, but it is actually an inverted toilet. Early every morning, the eunuchs who changed the incense division would collect the toilets of each palace, pour them into the large wooden barrels of the carriage, and then pull them to a specific place outside Chang'an City to dump them. These carriages would pass by East Twenty-Three Avenue every morning, and Fang Xie had already observed.

Wu Yiyi was very calm on his side, and Fang Hatshui was also calm on his side, and after the New Year, it seemed that everyone who shouldn't be calm calmed down, but Fang Xie knew that this might just be a moment of peace before the storm. Especially Wu Yiyi, the emperor doesn't seem to have revealed his intention to let Wu Yiyi hand over the goods to the world, but those adults must not be able to sit still. Wu Yi closed the door and did not see customers, this is an attitude.

When the patience of those adults runs out, I am afraid that the storm will come as scheduled.

How Wu Yiyi resisted the joint attack of so many big people, Fang Xie didn't know. Regardless of whether the emperor will forcibly return the goods to the imperial court, those big men will never let Wu Yiyi go. Because Wu Yiyi exposed them too, and Wu Yiyi seemed to be out of their control anymore.

It seems that only when Wu Yi dies will their secret disappear.

But Wu Yiyi will accept his fate?

Fang Xie only had a Shen tilting fan by his side, so he felt more and more that his strength was weak. If you want to find a suitable helper at this time, how can you find it if you want to? However, Fang Xie didn't seem to be in a hurry, because he knew who he should go with to ask for someone.

On the first day of the martial arts academy, the professors almost did not teach, but let the students pay attention, but let the students practice archery and play on the school field. No one would take the initiative to challenge Fang Jie, and after shooting a quiver's feather arrow, he left the school yard and went to the library to find a book to read. Fang Xie was very interested in the book "Ten Thousand Sword Hall Sword Records Fang Jie" that Xie Fuyao read last time, and he was even more interested in how such a behemoth on the rivers and lakes back then could say that decay would decline.

There is no doubt that Wan Xingchen was the top existence in the martial arts at that time. Since him, no one has been willingly promoted as the leader of the alliance by all the sects on the rivers and lakes. But there are too few legends left by this man, and even the final fate is unknown. Some people say that he was killed by a killer sent by the government of the previous dynasty, but this is not recognized. With Wan Xingchen's cultivation, unless he doesn't want to live, who can kill him? People prefer to believe that Wan Xingchen died of old age.

And Wanjiantang is so brilliant, why are the things left behind by others sorted out?

For example, this "Wanjiantang Sword Record" was written by an unknown Jianghu guest. This person seems to have fought with the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Hall before, and more than once. He sorted out the swordsmanship he had memorized, but there was no doubt that these things were just the surface of the swordsmanship of the Ten Thousand Swordsmen.

Fang Xie didn't have much interest in swordsmanship, not as much as he was in Wanjiantang and Wan Xingchen.

Of course, he also hoped that he could learn something from the swordsmanship of the Ten Thousand Swords Hall. After all, he will have too few now, only the old lame's sword. In the past few days, he has either been studying with Xie Fuyao or reading books in the library, or he wants to figure out the knife technique that suits him all the way.

After all, he now has Asaka.

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There are not many people reading books in the library, and those who are children of the family have a family history, and there are also practitioners who come to the family with heavy gifts to guide them, unless they are idle and bored, they will come to the library to have a look. And for students from the military, it is not easy for them to settle down and read books.

When he walked into the library, Fang Xie naturally put a bag of peanuts on the table at the door. The professor, who was so old that his hair and beard were gray and his face was full of wrinkles, would smile and nod to him, and the old man didn't seem to be a professor and more like a handyman.

Every day, he cleans the library and writes down the books that students have borrowed.

It seems that there is no eighty or seventy-five. But his teeth are very good, and when Fang Xie came a few times before, he found that he was eating peanuts, so when Fang Xie came again, he would buy a pack from the cafeteria and give it to him. Every time I see this old man, Fang Xie thinks of his grandfather in his previous life, and he is also so old, but Long Zhong is not convinced of old age. In the summer evenings, his grandfather always liked to sit in the doorway, drink half a bottle of beer and eat a few peanuts.

The reason why he only ate a few was because his grandfather no longer had a few teeth. It's not easy to get rid of the peanuts that come into your mouth.

Fang Xie smiled at the old man, then walked directly to the window on one side, sat down cross-legged on the bottom board, and pulled out the half-read Wanjian Hall Sword Record from the bookshelf.

Fang Xie found that the swordsmanship recorded in this book was a fierce and sharp way to open and close, and it was not difficult to evolve the sword technique if it was slightly changed. But none of these swordsmanship are complete and intermittent. The charlatan who wrote this book doesn't seem to remember it very well.

Fang Xie looked at it for a while, closed his eyes and imagined in his mind what these sword techniques would look like. Then replace the sword in the hand of the villain who played martial arts in his mind with a straight knife, and then show those swordsmanship. After meditating like this for a while, Fang Xie can always find a knife technique that is suitable for Chaolu in one and a half moves.

It's quiet in the library, and few people are reading. Fang Xie also didn't seem to notice that next to another bookshelf about five meters away from him, Ma Lilian was also sitting there looking at the books. She glanced up at Fang Xie from time to time, Fang Xie couldn't see her, and she didn't seem to be very disappointed.

And what she was holding in her hand was a military book written by Li Xiao, a general during the Taizong period.

The standard horizontal knife used by the Great Sui is a pure straight knife, without a little curvature. This is different from the waist knife that Fang Xie saw in the TV series before, and it is somewhat similar to the knife of the Dongying people in the previous life. But Fang Xie knew that the knife of the Dongying people was also improved by learning the appearance of Tang Zhidao. The biggest difference between the straight knife and the long sword of the Great Sui in this world is that the long sword is cut on both sides, while the straight knife is on one side, and the straight knife is heavier and thicker. Many people feel that the sword is just an ornament, and if you want to kill, the knife is more domineering and refreshing.

The Chaolu knife is built in the shape of a standard horizontal knife, which is slightly longer than the standard horizontal knife. The limit of the length of the knife has been reached, and if it is longer, it will become very laborious to pull it out, whether it is carried around the waist or tied behind the back. The Asaka Sword did not have a scabbard, perhaps the person who created the sword had thought of this from the beginning. With such a long blade, it is not flexible to draw or sheath.

Or perhaps, the person who built the morning dew didn't want the scabbard to block the edge of the morning dew.

Fang Xie kept seeing the sun sinking in the west, and got up and moved his body. Clamping a dead leaf that he had picked up on the way to the library some time ago at the page of the book he had just seen made the old man who was in charge of the library quite interested.

"Why don't you just fold a book corner?"

He trembled over to Fang Xie and asked.

Fang Xie smiled and said, "I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I won't be able to sleep if I fold the corner of the book." ”

This is naturally just a joke, but the old man nodded and said seriously: "Only those who love books can find what they want from books, young man, have you found it?" ”

Fang Xie smiled and shook his head: "I didn't find it, but I'm not in a hurry." ”

The old man hummed, turned back, and abruptly ended the conversation, which made Fang Xie a little uncomfortable, but the old man is like a child, the older he gets, the more so, so Fang Xie doesn't care.

Just as he turned to leave the library, he suddenly frowned. Immediately after, a familiar and long-lost sharp pain in the lower abdomen suddenly appeared. That kind of colic is not something that people can bear at all, Fang Jie's body was crooked, and he reached out to hold the bookshelf but still did not stop himself from falling.

With a thud, his head slammed into the floor.

The pain came like a landslide and tsunami, and the unsuspecting solution was quickly knocked down. In an instant, his hospital uniform was wet with sweat. His limbs involuntarily curled up together, his body shrinking into a ball. The muscles in his body began to tense and harden, hard as rocks.

He vaguely heard Marilyn's exclamation, and vaguely saw someone running towards him.

But soon, he lost consciousness.