Fan Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils shrunk, and then he stood up directly in front of the greenhouse, straightened his waist, and quietly looked at Yun Zhilan, who was singing loudly.

At this time, the people around the Jianlu were all kneeling, even if they were members of the Qingguo mission, they were also kneeling and bowing very sincerely in front of the coffin of the great master of Si Gu Jian, which was a subtle etiquette approved by His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo before coming, and no one had the slightest problem.

So Fan Xian stood up, and it was particularly dazzling, there were thousands of people inside and out, and only he and Yun Zhilan stood in front of the big coffin of Hei Sè.

Fan Xian is reluctant to kneel in this life, except for the parents of heaven and earth, every time he kneels to the emperor Lao Tzu in the court, his mood is not very happy. Today, he knelt down with his heart, respecting the strong and the deceased, but Yun Zhilan's last words shocked him, and also turned the faint respect in his heart for the Sigu Sword into a faint anger.

Everyone heard clearly the last words of Sigu Jian relayed by Yun Zhilan, which were the words that the thirteen sons of Jianlu knelt in front of the bed and heard at the same time, Yun Zhilan would not fake it, and he didn't dare to do it. So, everyone turned their eyes to Lord Xiao Fan, who had already stood up.

Native of Dongyi?

Teach swordsmanship?

Is it really bigwood?

Presiding over the opening?

Countless pairs of shocked, puzzled, and interesting eyes hit Fan Xian's body, but it didn't make his clothes tremble in the slightest, he just looked at Yun Zhilan quietly, as if he wanted to tell whether this sentence was his own auditory hallucination or what.

In a simple sentence, four messages were revealed, and the four Sigu Swords wanted to announce the information of the people of the world.

Fan Xian's mother is Ye Qingmei, although Ye Qingmei helped Qingguo rise in the world, she should be regarded as a person from Dongyi City after all, which is not a secret. As for the matter of teaching sword skills in person, since Sigu Jian's last words said so, everyone naturally believed it, a great grandmaster was originally qualified to teach Xiao Fan the true meaning of Sigu Sword, and as for the evaluation of being really a big material, everyone also thought that Xiao Fan was worthy of it.

The problem is that there is a kind of flavor in these messages, a taste of intimacy, a taste of wanting to pull Fan Xiansheng to Dongyi City.

Matrilineal refers to blood kinship, giving the sword is the righteousness of master and apprentice, and Dacai is Dongyi City's recognition of Fan Xian.

As for letting Fan Xian preside over the opening of the house in the end, it is the top priority.

Jianlu has been in the world for decades, and there is really a ceremony to open the house and accept apprentices, but it is only in the early twenties, and every time the person who presides over the opening ceremony is no one else, it is Sigu Jian himself.

In addition to the three years of being seriously injured and waiting to die, Sigu Jian attached great importance to the opening ceremony of the Sword House, which also created a default in the world.

Whoever presides over the opening of the house will be the master of the sword house.

Si Gu Jian's last words designated Fan Xian to open the house, and naturally handed over this sword house that contained countless masters and three generations of disciples to him.

............ This is indeed what Fan Xian didn't expect, in the past two days, he has been thinking about what kind of way to really make the twelve swords except Yun Zhilan for his own use, Thirteen Lang doesn't need to think about it, this young man's xìng love has been thoroughly understood by him, what about the rest of the sword masters?

Unexpectedly, Sigu Jian had thought about this problem for him in advance and solved this problem, but the solution to this problem made Fan Xian stunned all of a sudden.

Three messages, one testament, the sword is in his own hands, from now on, what he said will be the same as what the sword said back then, and a mountain gate will be in his hands. It seems to be a wonderful thing, but Fan Xian knows that behind the wonderful thing is actually the fierceness hidden by the sword.

This is a needle, a needle pierced between Fan Xian and Emperor Lao Tzu, as a Qingchen, but he has become the master of the Sword Mansion, what will the emperor think in his heart? No matter how much the emperor trusts Fan Xian, but can he watch Fan Xian's power in his hands grow bigger and bigger? Especially when Dongyi City is so close and loyal to Fan Xian!

Even if the emperor is as open-minded as the sea and as confident as the moon, he doesn't care about anything at all, but what about love, people are all animals controlled by love, and the emperor definitely doesn't like his illegitimate child to be too bright, and even about to shine brighter than himself.

There can only be one sun in the sky.

Fan Xian stared at Yun Zhilan's lips, and only then did he know that before he died, Sigu Jian finally shook himself and dug a pit for himself to jump into.

Yun Zhilan didn't seem to notice his gaze at all, and naturally and smoothly finished all the last words of Si Gu Jian, and then walked up to Fan Xian, bowed respectfully, and said, "Please." ”

What please? Please take a seat, please and then please? The corners of Fan Xian's lips flashed with a sneer, and the corner of his eyes subconsciously glanced down at the field. At this time, everyone in the audience had already gotten up, but they were still staring at the qiē that happened in front of the black coffin with that stunned expression.

Fan Xian glanced at the officials of the mission, especially the attendant of the Ministry of Rites. The waiter of the Ministry of Rites sensed his gaze, frowned and thought for a long time, and then nodded slowly.

The exchange of ideas between the two adults within the Qingguo mission ended here, and this waiter of the Ministry of Rites naturally knew what Lord Xiao Fan was worried about, but he saw that Dongyi City was about to return to Shun, and he didn't want to affect the overall situation because of this matter.

Fan Xian thought silently for a long time, evaluating the pros and cons of this matter in his mind, especially guessing how Emperor Lao Tzu would react after knowing about it.

Yun Zhilan was not in a hurry, and looked at him with a hint of mockery, waiting for his response.

Fan Xian knew what the other party was mocking, just like what his father said, he did have some heads and rats, and he was not very neat. It's just that...... How do these people know that those who do great things must be cautious, let alone face the unfathomable emperor Lao Tzu.

In the end, Fan Xian took a deep breath and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Lingshi would die, but he still refused to let me go." ”

"Since you want to help Lord Xiao Fan make immortal achievements, the disciples of Jianlu naturally want to invest in the adult's account. Yun Zhilan didn't seem to be able to hear the harshness in his words, and said: "It's not too early, please take the sword, and then go to the opening house." ”

Fan Xian didn't move, and suddenly asked, "After the opening of the Lu, the three generations of disciples of the Sword Lu will all listen to my instructions?"

"Not bad. ”

"What about you?" he looked into Yun Zhilan's eyes and said with a smile, "If I asked you to dig up thirty-six thousand earthworms, would you agree?"

Digging earthworms is an interesting passage in another story in another world, Yun Zhilan has not heard of it, but it does not prevent him from answering extremely quickly, it is obvious that whether it is the dead Sigu Sword or him at this time, he is fully prepared for Fan Xian's question.

"I am now the city lord of Dongyi City, and since I am an official, I have come out of nowhere. Yun Zhilan sighed and said, but there was no melancholy in his words, "Now that I am no longer a member of the Sword House, adults can't control me." ”

"I see. Fan Xian secretly thought that looking around the sword was really not completely at ease with himself, and he had to single out the most tricky Yun Zhilan from the incident. After a pause, he replied with a slightly mocking smile and said, "But don't forget, your position as the city lord of Dongyi City still needs the imperial seal of my Daqing Emperor Xià, if His Majesty doesn't like you, you can't do it." ”

Yun Zhilan's face remained unchanged, and he responded: "I think Lord Xiao Fan should make this come true." ”

The two of them spoke in very low voices, and stood alone in front of the black coffin, so that no one else could hear them. Fan Xian understood that his words were looking at himself, whether he was willing to cooperate with the forces of Dongyi City or even form an alliance, or return to the status of a pure minister of Qingguo.

The hand that suddenly appeared after the death of Si Gu Jian really disrupted Fan Xian's plan, and he had to worry about the reaction of the Kyoto side, the reaction of His Majesty. However, although this move was a bit damaging, it was not that Fan Xian couldn't accept it, at least it was much better than the situation he had been extremely worried about.

He had always been afraid that after Sigu Jian died, he would suddenly leave his shadow to take over as the master of the sword house.

In that way, the Sigu Sword would be equivalent to forcing Fan Xian's family to turn his face directly with His Majesty the Emperor.

And the current scene, although there may be some gaps between Fan Xian and the emperor, Sigu Jian still kindly gave Fan Xian more time to prepare.

Thinking of the fact that this thin great master laid so many secret hands before he died, Fan Xian couldn't help but sigh, and thought of the secret hands that Kuhe laid in Xiliang and Kyoto before his death, and then he knew that the realm of the grandmaster was not only in martial arts cultivation, but also in people's hearts and affairs, all of which were wonderful thoughts.

Fan Xian lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then glanced at the waiter of the Ministry of Rites below, nodded slightly, and then gently held Yun Zhilan's hand.

Yun Zhilan frowned slightly.

"Laugh, since it's acting, you have to act beautifully, and we will be partners in the future, just like my Daqing Imperial Court and your Dongyi City. ”

Fan Xian didn't look at him, but smiled and raised Yun Zhilan's hand.

The hands of the second-generation sword lord and the Dongyi city lord who didn't know how many generations of the Dongyi city lord held tightly, in front of the black coffin of the sword, in front of the eyes of countless audiences.

............ The opening ceremony is not complicated, but it has a sense of sacredness. Fan Xian himself did not have a sacred belief in the sword, but when he gently pushed open the closed door of the grass house, he found that the attitude of the disciples of the sword house towards him had faintly changed, and that kind of courtesy and cooperation began to have some heartfelt meaning, even Wang Shisanlang was no exception.

As soon as the matter was over, Fan Xian returned to the Nanqing Mission and entered a quiet room with the waiter of the Ministry of Rites. This time it was just the opening ceremony and the second negotiation, although the negotiations went extremely smoothly, but after all, it was the final merger pass, so the highest level of officials sent by the Qingguo side except for Fan Xian was this squire.

If you really want to announce the world, Dongyi City will return to Nanqing, I am afraid that not only the Ministry of Rites is still in the book, maybe even the emperor Xià is very interested in coming in person, accepting the map, and enjoying the thousands of Dongyi people who were once foreign people to bow down.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites looked at Lord Xiao Fan pondering and was speechless, and said in a harmonious voice after a while: "Little grandfather, don't worry too much, what Dongyi City is thinking, we know it, we don't think it's strange, it's self-defeating." ”

That being said, there is always something inappropriate. Fan Xian sighed and said gently: "I have to trouble the adults to write an excerpt quickly and send it back to Kyoto, so that His Majesty knows about it as soon as possible." ”

He couldn't help but be annoyed and said: "If you weren't suddenly forced today, according to theory, you would have to have a will to dare to take over." ”

"The people of Dongyi City are still a little unwilling. The squire shook his head and said, "But Your Majesty will definitely be able to see at a glance the provocation of these people." ”

Fan Xian smiled, knowing that this squire saw his worries, but the other party didn't know his inner thoughts. Of course, he wouldn't say anything, frowned and said, "It seems that I still have to go back to Beijing once." ”

"Although the current negotiations are smooth, the resistance of Dongyi City is still very strong. The waiter of the Ministry of Rites rolled his eyes and said, "If there is no little grandfather in charge, I am afraid that things will change." Before coming, His Majesty ordered that he must work hard to complete this matter, and I think my grandfather will continue to sit here, and these specific reasons will be reported to the imperial court by the lower officials returning to Beijing. ”

Fan Xian waited for this sentence, thought for a moment before nodding, and said, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

............ Fan Xian's heart pressed a stone, he knew the identity of the master of the sword house, and it would not make the emperor Lao Tzu immediately weaken his trust in himself, but over the years, he has done a lot of things that have gone too far, and he is digging meat from that trust to eat, who knows which day, this piece of meat will be eaten up by himself.

Si Gu Jian's hand is to prevent Fan Xian from selling Dongyi City in the future - he will sell Dongyi City to Fan Xian first. Rather give Fan Xian than Emperor Qing, if the Sigu Sword gamble loses, it will just be such an ending, and no matter how Fan Xian and the emperor make trouble, what is the matter with the dead Sigu Sword?

Fan Xian once again came to the seashore outside Dongyi City, he squinted, sat on the bluestone, looked at the slowly undulating white waves, and seemed to see the indifferent and emotionless eyes of Si Gu Jian inside.

"They're pushing me down that road, have you ever thought I'm going to have a hard time. Fan Xian looked at the Sigu Sword in the waves and asked.

Si Gu Jian seemed to reply, "Should I love you and Qingren?"

Fan Xian shook his head.

Si Gu Jian said: "So you are not bitter, Qingguo is not chaotic, what does it matter to me?"

Fan Xian looked at the waves and said with a smile: "I can suffer, but I can't die, and Qingguo can't be chaotic, I love Qingguo more than your Dongyi City." ”

"It's our Dongyi City. ”

"I'm Qingren. ”

"You are not a Qingren, you are a person from the world. ”

Fan Xian slowly woke up from his sleep, thinking that he was actually not a person from this world, but why was he reluctant to be a person from this world, could it be ...... Is this the idealistic brilliance that Mother left in this body finally starting to radiate?

If you can't prevent the bloody war from coming, if you can't change the changes in history, then leave this world and live your own little rì.

Think so.