Fan Jian took a closer look at this group of people, and saw that they were wearing blue-green brocade clothes and long swords at their waists, all of them were extraordinary.

In the Ming Dynasty, the common people generally saw the fresh clothes and angry horses, and the one who spoke the accent of the Beijing division was Jinyiwei.

Jinyiwei is an institution set up by Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, responsible for protecting the emperor, collecting intelligence, inspecting and arresting, etc.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor was mediocre, and the power of Jinyiwei became bigger and bigger, and the power leaned towards the government and the opposition, often fabricating charges, eliminating dissidents, and doing things indiscriminately, corrupting the law, to the court officials, the emperor's relatives, down to the people of Limin, mentioning Jinyiwei were terrified, and everyone was in danger.

Fan Jian looked at the cold corpses in the courtyard and asked, "Why do you need to kill?" What should we do with these people, who are abominable but not guilty of death? ”

One person replied: "This matter will be handed over to us to deal with, and the body will be burned and buried immediately, as for the official side, we will explain it, young master don't have to worry." ”

Fan Jian replied: "You go to the entrance of the village and wait for me, I will go home to say goodbye to my mother." ”

"Yes."

Ten minutes later, the courtyard returned to its former appearance, as if nothing had happened.

Greetings, banquets, martial arts, killings, corpses...... Everything was gone, only the smell of blood in the air did not dissipate.

After Jinyiwei left, Pei Xiuxiu opened the door in shock, and Fan Jian was standing alone in the courtyard.

Pei Xiuxiu ran and asked, "Who are those people just now?" Look like a brocade guard. Now what do we do? Those officers and soldiers are all dead, and our whole village is finished. ”

"Don't worry, they'll deal with it, Dongsang Village will be fine." Fan Jian personally agreed.

"Do you know those guys?"

"I don't know, but my father used to be an errand boy in the imperial court, and he is probably his subordinate."

"Your father is Jinyiwei?"

"Well, when I was a child, I accidentally bumped into him wearing a flying fish suit and embroidered spring knife, I was very impressed at the time, but I didn't know what he did, and I didn't know that he was a big official in the imperial court as a brocade guard until I grew up. For some reason, when I was 10 years old, I followed my mother back to live in Dongsang Village, and my father ignored us for many years, so I don't know why he sent people to look for me today. ”

Pei Xiuxiu asked as if she didn't understand: "Brother Fan Jian, are you leaving?" Leaving Dongsang Village? ”

Fan Jian nodded and replied, "Hmm." ”

The courtyard was silent for a while, and a trace of parting melancholy filled the air, and the two stood quietly for a moment without speaking.

After a long time, Fan Jian stared at her and said seriously: "I will come back, just leave temporarily." ”

Xiuxiu nodded: "Well, Ludo is careful." ”

Fan Jian wanted to say something, but the words that came to his mouth were swallowed back again.

It was the rich man Xu who crawled out of the kennel to break the tranquility, only to see him screaming wildly: "Kill, kill...... Jinyi Wei ...... Jinyi Wei ......"

Pei Xiuxiu shook her head and said, "It seems that the rich man Xu has gone crazy." ”

"Well, in this case, I believe that you and Ling'er will be fine, and I still have to leave beforehand."

After speaking, Fan Jian's back disappeared at the door.

Pei Xiuxiu sighed and went door to door to thank and explain.

Thank you for your enthusiastic help in the face of Rich Xu's bullying, and conveyed what Fan Jian told her to everyone.

After the robbery turmoil, because they were afraid of the government's accountability, the residents of Dongsang Village originally reminded them all day long, but after a long time, there was no movement, and everyone believed that the matter had passed.

After a long time, someone heard that Liu Zhukuai and his subordinates deliberately rebelled and were beheaded by Jinyiwei in public to set an example.

Everything in Dongsang Village has returned to its former appearance, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, which is simple and plain.

Fan Jian said goodbye to his mother and followed Jinyiwei in the direction of Jingshi.

Everyone quickly stepped up, traveled hundreds of miles a day, and arrived at Yuncheng in a few days.

Yuncheng is still 300 miles away from the capital, it is an inconspicuous county seat, but it is the only way to Beijing.

"Woo ......" and the group stopped in front of a manor in the jungle.

This mountain villa is built according to the mountain, surrounded by mountains on all sides, the rockery pavilion forest in the park is all over, and there is a small courtyard of bamboo forest, the environment is quiet and quiet, it is very chic.

"When you get to the young master, the head orders us to bring you here."

"Hmm."

"Then the subordinate retired."

"Thank you, we'll see you later."

Fan Jian got off the horse and pushed open the door and went in alone, but seeing that the villa was empty, Fan Jian couldn't help but pay attention everywhere and watch around.

Come to a bamboo forest secret garden, the verdant bamboo is layered on top of each other, and the branches and leaves are luxuriant, reaching into the sky. The mountain breeze passes, the bamboo sea rises and falls, making a rustling sound, but seeing the emerald green seems to have entered the green world, which is refreshing.

Not far away, a masked man descended from the sky and stood in front of Fan Jian with a sword.

Fan Jian drew his sword and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The other party didn't respond, and in the blink of an eye, the opponent's sword blade was already aimed at Fan Jian's heart, and the sword was so fast that people didn't have time to react.

An ominous premonition struck, and the other party withdrew the sword in a matter of millimeters.

"It's too slow!" The masked man's voice rang like a bell.

Fan Jian hurriedly stepped back a few feet away and said, "Thank you for your mercy." ”

The whirring palm wind struck, like the undulating bamboo sea wave after wave, Fan Jian was engrossed in resisting, deeply afraid that one would not be careful and worried about his life.

"Why did the seniors kill me?" Fan Jian asked as he answered.

But the other party didn't answer, and the gesture of the hand was still ruthless, fast, accurate, and merciless, as if he was going to put the other party dead at any time.

Fan Jian used light skills to soar into the air, suddenly swooping down with the cart before the horse, and shouted in his mouth: "Shocking thunder, scatter." ”

The bamboos around the "Boom ......" instantly fell into a piece, and a strange circle seemed to appear in the air, releasing infinite power.

The other party raised his sword to the top of his head and shouted: "Turn something into nothing, open." ”

A solid barrier formed by the sword qi instantly unfolded, and the powerful internal force emitted a dazzling bright light, resisting all attacks.

That earth-shattering thunderbolt was so lightly reduced to zero.

Fan Jian looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help but worry in his heart: Who is so powerful? Even his tricks can be easily defused.

Fan Jian jumped high and stepped on the bamboo with light skills, and the masked man behind him followed closely, and the two of them flew like swallows, soaring into the air, their bodies as light as swallows, the green sea under their feet, and the mountain wind in their ears.

Fan Jian couldn't shake off the other party when he saw it, and knew that he was not his opponent, so he stopped and stood there straight.

"Hahaha......" The man in black ripped off his veil and revealed his true face.

Fan Jian exclaimed in surprise, "Father." ”

Fan Dingtian said with a smile: "Jian'er, your skills have improved, but you still have to practice diligently." ”

"Yes, father."

Fan Dingtian said with a smile: "That earth-shattering thunder splitting trick saw that you could only exert the power of the seventh layer, and now you have reached the ninth layer of power." ”

Fan Jian asked suspiciously, "Times?" ”

Fan Dingtian said: "Jian'er, do you think that your father has always ignored you? In fact, I know your situation in Dongsang Village very well. Because of my position, I deliberately alienated your mother and son to keep you away from strife, and the real thing is to protect you. I've been secretly asking people to teach you martial arts for years, do you know who your master's true identity is? ”

"You mean my master Han Yiming?" Fan Jian asked.

Fan Dingtian replied: "Yes, your master Han Yiming's original name is Han Yichang, it turns out that he is one of the four leaders of Jinyiwei and my only proud disciple, I personally ordered him to teach you martial arts from an early age, and secretly protect your mother and son." ”

"I see."

"Well, it looks like he's teaching you well."

Fan Jian asked respectfully, "Father, is there something you are looking for me?" ”

Fan Dingtian sighed and said: "Jian'er, you have grown up, it's time to take the meritorious name to serve the imperial court, and help your father to help you and pave the way for you." ”

"No, everyone has their own path to take, and the road I want to walk, whether it is a thorny flood beach or a flat path, I am willing to complete it with my own strength, and I don't need to rely on external forces." Fan Jian said firmly.

Fan Dingtian's scheming eyes flashed with a hint of complexity, and then smiled: "It's okay, it's okay to have ambitions, and let you go and give it a go." During this time, you will live in this villa first, and I will guide you in martial arts, you can concentrate on learning and practicing martial arts, and then enter Beijing in the spring of next year. ”

"Yes, father."

After the two fathers and sons ended the conversation, Fan Jian really met his master Han Yiming in the villa.

Dressed in a flying fish costume and with an embroidered spring knife around his waist, he is indeed a brocade guard.

Fan Jian bowed and said, "Master." ”

Han Yichang said with a smile: "Jian'er, you are finally here, the master once told me that if you come here one day, my task will be completed." For so many years, I took a week out of my month to go to Dongsang Village to teach you martial arts, although I didn't teach you, but you also learned my nine-layer martial arts, and it was not in vain that I bothered to cultivate with all my strength. Jian'er, you are talented and smart, I have nothing to teach you, and then the master will teach you to learn the best of the best, and I believe that with your qualifications, you will surpass me in the future and become a master. ”

"Thank you, master, Jian'er remembered."

"Okay, I still have something to do, take my leave."

"Take care, master!"

Fan Jian looked at Han Yichang's departing back, and his brows couldn't help but wrinkle deeper.

It turned out that his master was the famous Han Yichang in Jinyiwei, and his father was actually Han Yichang's master, which means that his father's position was not ordinary.

Fan Jian sighed deeply, and secretly swore in his heart: I will never rely on my father's strength, and no matter how difficult my road is, I must finish it by myself.

His heart has always served the court in a fair and upright way, either by becoming an official to benefit the people, or by becoming a military official to kill the enemy.

He didn't like the way Jin Yiwei worked, and he didn't want to be like his father.

A real man should stand under the sun and face the world with confidence, instead of clinging to others, showing his cold fangs in the dark.