April of the Han Dynasty

The war between the Han and the Northern Yan has been going on for eight years, and since Yan Duohai, the supreme commander of the Northern Yan Embroidered Cloth Envoy, was imprisoned in the Han Heavenly Prison eight years ago, and the talks between the two countries failed, the war began.

In the past eight years, local wars have been the mainstay, and although they are local wars, the human and financial resources involved are also enormous.

Fan Zhiqiu, the head of the household department of the Han Empire, was also promoted by the emperor to the head of the household department four years ago.

It is said that the reason why the empire was able to fight a war of attrition with Northern Yan so smoothly was because of the current Imperial Household Department Shangshu Fan.

In this regard, the people of the states of the empire are also full of rumors, they will not study Fan Shangshu's efforts in detail at all, they will only feel that it is the emperor's grace. As everyone knows, where in this world will there be a royal grace for no reason?

Of course, the people of Xishan Port may know a little, and Young Master Fan Jian probably knows even better, because the change he can receive every month has been reduced to a terrifying level, so he is now crying poor every day.

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On this day, Xishan Port was as calm as the waves.

On the mountainside, you can hear the waves rolling and surging at the bottom of the cliffs, and the sound of birds flapping their wings as the wind blows.

At this moment, under the cliff of Xishan Mountain, a young man in white clothes was sticking to the rock wall of the cliff, his hands and feet dancing up and down quickly, like a rapidly crawling spider.

About half an hour later, the figure had already hooked one hand on the edge of the cliff, jumped up, and landed on the top of the cliff.

I saw him pat his body and slowly walk towards the stone tablet in front of him.

If you look closely, this person is Young Master Fan Jian, and now he is fifteen years old.

He had bright teeth like snow, a pair of flowing eyebrows, a pair of shining eyes, and a figure about the appearance of a sixteen-year-old boy, when in fact he was only fifteen years old.

In the past eight years, Fan Jian's figure has not been so strong because of his martial arts practice, but he is the same slender and handsome, which makes people sigh that he is a young man.

I saw Fan Jian patting the stele, the small weeping willow next to it can no longer be described as small, it is now taller than Fan Jian, and the sea breeze blows the willow, like the green silk of the girl.

"You're still the same slow" The voice behind Fan Jian was a little indifferent, Fan Jian didn't look back, looked at the willow branches blown up by the sea breeze, his eyes were also foggy, and after a while, he spoke:

"Brother Shadow, it only takes half an hour for me to climb up from the bottom of the cliff now, it's very powerful, okay?"

"Hmph, you really gave yourself a long face" The shadow naturally didn't give Fan Jian face, and hit the young man's heart as always.

In fact, he had already sighed in his heart, the young man in front of him, in the past eight years, the torture he had experienced, the efforts he had made, no one would know better than him.

In the past eight years, every day the boy was tired to the point of exhaustion, and sometimes even to death.

He marveled at Fan Jian's talent, and even more marveled at Fan Jian's hard work and hard work!

Fan Jian was unmoved by the shadow's mockery, he turned around, stretched out his hand to block the sunlight above his head, and his eyes were aimed at the distant sea.

"Brother Mask, why don't you say the blind brother hasn't come back? He hasn't come back for nine years. ”

After speaking, the young man looked down at the stele and muttered, when will he be able to go to Baozhu Temple.

"Master Yi will be back tomorrow" The shadow was already accustomed to the blind brother that the young man said, but what he said made the young man extremely excited.

"Really, that's great"

Shadow was a little speechless at the boy's excitement, and he spoke, "Just because he's back doesn't mean you can see him."

After the shadow finished speaking, the corners of his mouth curled up when he saw the young man who was already standing on the spot.

Fan Jian said indignantly: "Why? Why can't I see him?"

The shadow said: "Because it's up to me whether you can see him or not, and Master Yi has brought you an amazing thing, and he has also paid a lot, of course, I can't let you see him so easily."

When Fan Jian heard that he had something to give him, his eyes were already shining, he looked like a fan of wealth, and when he heard what the shadow said, he was very angry in his heart, although you taught me to cultivate, you can't cut off my wealth like this.

He pretended to be curious and said, "Brother Mask, let's say, how can I see Brother Blind?"

"It's easy, beat me!"

After the shadow finished speaking, he looked at the young man, not surprised by Fan Jian's expression, he said again: "As long as you can touch my clothes with this sword, I will lose"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand on his waist, and a bright light flashed in front of Fan Jian's eyes.

Originally, the sword in the wooden scabbard on the shadow waist had been inserted into the ground in front of Fan Jian's body, and the hilt of the sword shook slightly with the sword body, as if expressing its dissatisfaction.

Fan Jian looked at the masked brother in front of him, his eyes began to become extremely focused, he silently stepped forward and pulled out the sword he saw for the first time.

"No, if you lose, you have to give me a thousand taels of silver!"

Naturally, the shadow will not refuse, but he is laughing at the young man's heart for money.

Fan Jian just thought that he would win, and he was still short of money.

Therefore, the boy did not ask Shadow, he had not learned swordsmanship, how to defeat him with a sword.

The young man knew in his heart that in the past nine years of stabbing cliffs and climbing mountains day after day, the momentum in his heart has become stronger, and he believes in his nine years of practice.

The more Fan Jian thought about it, the more excited he became, and even looked forward to it!

What if he doesn't know swordsmanship, he uses his sword as an iron rod, he just needs to keep stabbing and stabbing.

Since you want to find an opportunity to test me, why don't I want to verify the results of my nine years of cultivation!

I also want to see how much control I have over my True Qi now!

Fan Jian's eyes became brighter and brighter, like a tiger staring at its prey at the moment, cautious but extremely focused.

The shadow was a little disdainful of Fan Jian's cold gaze, and he stood there sideways with his hands behind his back, plucking his ears with his hands from time to time.

Just as his hand was on his ear, Fan Jian moved.

A white shadow flashed!

The boy and the sword in his hand were like an arrow, quickly stabbing towards the shadow's abdomen.

Originally, there was a small dirt pit where the boy was standing, which was obviously stepped on by the boy with a sudden explosion.

The boy's sword stabbed straight forward, and there was only a shadow in his eyes.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to hit the shadow clothes, the sword in Fan Jian's hand suddenly and quickly shrank back, and then stabbed at the crotch of the shadow again at a faster and more fierce speed.

It's like a punch that goes out quickly and slams back an inch and punches out faster!

The shadow seemed to have a premonition, he was about to reach out and clamp the sword body in Fan Jianshou, but after Fan Jianmeng's change of momentum, he immediately spread his hands and fished down his waist, and then stretched out his fingers and flicked the sword body away.

Fan Jian was a sword that moved with him, rolled in a circle, and the sword stabbed the shadow's eyes again fiercely with the upward force!

The shadow only felt that the sword in front of him was like a snake head running towards its prey, sticking out the tip of its tongue, fierce and fierce.

His expression finally changed, and just as he dodged his head, the sword stabbed him in the chest again.

No matter how the shadow dodges, Fan Jian's sword is like a shadow, every stab is extremely fast, and it is very dangerous!

In the blink of an eye, Fan Jian had already stabbed dozens of times!