Ye Liuyun came, and then left, really like clouds flowing everywhere in the sky, leaving no trace. The inhabitants of the city had no idea that one of the four great masters, whom they often revered in their casual conversations, had come to the city to drink, fight, and sing.

Wuzhu was slightly worried, there are not many people in this world who know their relationship with Miss, but Ye Liuyun is one of them, and it is completely inconsistent with his identity as a grandmaster, and he is a notoriously big mouth.

Ye Liuyun's coming to Lanzhou was too strange, and he left after meeting him, Wuzhu didn't believe it at all.

Fan Xian believed that Ye Liuyun was indeed just a very simple traveler, and patted Wuzhu on the shoulder and comforted: "Who said that a master can't travel if a master is a master?"

It's just a very pure intuition.

His instincts have always been accurate, and he always felt that there was something wrong with his father in Kyoto, the Inspectorate, the assassin, and the second wife who was more vicious than a tigress...... So he thinks that his father, Earl Sinan, is not as simple as it seems, at least much more powerful than Cao Yin, a clothed minion.

But his thinking has gone completely astray.

- He guessed whether his cheap father would be the illegitimate son of the previous emperor, King Cheng, because his grandmother was a wet nurse in King Cheng's mansion, and the old emperor asked her to take her back for adoption. Now Count Sinan is sad about his own life experience, hating his half-brother for sitting on the dragon chair, and he can only be a little earl, so he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, secretly colludes with the Supervision Yuan and all the reactionary forces that can be used, and organizes a group of private forces, in a vain attempt to accept all the family property of His Majesty the Emperor.

As for himself, because his mother was undoubtedly also a big man, he became the product of a marriage of some kind of family interests, and his own existence played a very important role in his father's rebellion.

When he told Wuzhu the inferences he made when he was bored, Wuzhu, who had always been in the east and did not change his face, finally couldn't help but slash the kitchen knife in his hand into the cutting board, showing a certain degree of respect for the crazy imagination of a certain teenager.

It is precisely because of this that Wuzhu decided not to leave Shanzhou with him for the time being.

Since the crazy boy himself is not worried about the future, he still maintains a shy, curious smile on his face, and is always ready to devote himself to the great cause of Count Sinan's rebellion, and seems to be indifferent to the danger that this fallacy may bring, then what is the blind man Wuzhu afraid of?

Wuzhu has never worried about his life and death, but is only worried about Fan Xian. And once Fan Xian seems to be extremely perverted and does not worry, Wuzhu will go with him - just like Fan Xian started drinking at the age of five - Wuzhu is only responsible for protecting Fan Xian's safety, and will not take the initiative to give too many opinions.

In their bones, this pair of master and servant, this pair of master and apprentice are very lazy and bold characters - they don't know how to conspire, but they just feel that sometimes the force in their hands is more powerful than the conspiracy, so they subconsciously regard the conspiracy of others as a light matter.

The so-called bright moon river, the so-called Qingfeng hill.

......

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In fact, Fan Xian is not Mingyue, he is a shy crescent moon - he is still afraid of death, because he does not have such a peerless means as Wuzhu, but he knows that if he has the Fei Jie of the Supervision Yuan behind him and the blind servant next to him, then it will not be so easy for him to die.

After witnessing the battle between Uncle Wuzhu and Ye Liuyun, one of the four great masters, on the cliffside, he was deeply shocked in his heart, and for things like martial arts, he finally realized the beauty of tea ceremony and calligraphy, the beauty of art. So he temporarily stopped plagiarizing the Dream of Red Mansions and devoted himself to his cultivation.

Wuzhu himself does not have how to be clever in swordsmanship, but he is very researched about how to kill a person, paying attention to fast, accurate, straight, and ruthless, and once said to Fan Xian: "Don't believe in the saying that the arc is round, the advance can be attacked, and the retreat can be defended." If you want to attack the opponent, then you must walk in a straight line, use the fastest speed, walk the shortest distance, and inflict the most irreversible damage on the opponent. ”

Fan Xian immediately thought of Uncle Wuzhu jumping directly from the cliff that day, thinking that this person had really walked the shortest distance, and shook his head with a wry smile, not knowing what kind of state he was going to reach, and he didn't know what year and month he would have to wait.

One day, after the radish silk tutorial, Fan Xian waved his right arm with a slight feeling of soreness, looked at Wuzhu with his back to him, and asked curiously: "According to what I said before, what level of my current realm is?"

"Seventh-level True Qi level, three-level control ability. ”

Fan Xian quickly mentally calculated the result: "The average level is level five, which is higher than level four, and you can get a graduation certificate." The boy was a little proud, and there was a slight pride in his pretty eyes.

Wuzhu shook his head: "If you are lucky enough, you can kill a seventh-level person, and if you are unlucky enough, then a third-level thief may kill you." ”

Fan Xian smiled and sighed, thinking that this young uncle was really direct enough, but his luck seemed to have been very good, otherwise it would be impossible for him to run into this world after death.

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After Ye Liuyun came, Fan Xian's life in Lanzhou was really peaceful, and there were no assassins to find trouble, and the second wife heard that she was seriously ill and became much more honest. In Kyoto, Fan Ruoruo's letters are still sent once a month, and Fan Xian stays in this small seaside town, eats tofu, copies small books, occasionally wears some colorful clothes and is filial to the old lady, goes to the grocery store to drink, cuts shredded radishes and drinks for himself, and lives a very leisurely life.

One day, there was a mirage on the beach, and the residents of Shanzhou Port ran out to see the excitement, although they were all people who lived by the sea for a long time, but they were still very excited to see those ethereal, fairyland-like islands on the sea level.

Gotake became eccentric, closed the door of the grocery store, walked to the remote seaside, and went up the cliff alone, quietly "looking" at the picture over there, as if remembering something that made him very unpleasant.

The mirage didn't last long, and it dissipated after a while, but he still looked quietly over there.

Looking through the black cloth, it was like he wasn't blind.

Fan Xian climbed up the cliff, his naked upper body looked very well-proportioned, he had gotten rid of his thin body, he watched Wuzhu sit there quietly, did not dare to disturb him, and sat down with him, looking at the sky that was reflected by the sunset in the west into a fiery color.

After a long time, Wuzhu suddenly asked coldly, "How old are you this year?" ”

Fan Xian tied his long black hair back to the back of his head and tied it up at random, revealing the beautiful face that was finally beginning to show his heroism in his childish beauty, and replied with a smile: "Sixteen." ”