Fan Xian looked at the sword, and after being silent for a while, he moved in the direction of the head of the bed, reached under the head of the great master, and reached under the pillow. The movement was extremely slow, and the skin on the back of his hands and wrists could clearly feel the wheat husks stuffed in the pillow, and the thin withered hairs scattered on the pillow.

His fingers touched a hard object, and Fan Xian's fingertips touched it lightly, and he knew that it was a booklet wrapped in coarse cloth.

Closing his hand and taking out the booklet, Fan Xian did not immediately lift the coarse cloth, but looked at the booklet in a daze, confirming the speculation in his heart. This is a relic left by the Kuhe National Master, and he solemnly handed it to himself through the hand of the Sigu Sword...... It must be a rare treasure, and such a thin booklet, probably what is really valuable is what is recorded in the booklet.

Si Gu Jian didn't rush him, just looked at the corner calmly and indifferently, as if he wasn't by his side, like he hadn't reached behind his head before.

After all, Fan Xian couldn't help that strong curiosity, and lifted the cloth in front of Sigu Jian, and then saw the content inside—it was different from imagination, different from what Sigu Jian said, it was not a booklet.

Rather, two pamphlets.

Fan Xian shook his head and laughed, opened the booklet on it casually, and looked at those Tianyi supreme heart methods that were so familiar that they couldn't be more familiar and could be memorized backwards, and that helpless smile couldn't be hidden.

Before he died, Si Gu Jian personally instructed him about the knowledge of the mind and sword intent, and Kuhe never forgot to send Tianyi's mental method to himself before he died. Fan Xian's mouth was a little bitter, it seemed that these old monsters of the older generation were really a group of monsters, and they would actually pin their last hope of resisting the great Qingguo Emperor Xià on themselves.

Before the Great Grandmaster left this world, he wanted to leave Emperor Qing with a strong enough enemy, and the enemies outside of Qingguo were no longer enough to fear, so this candidate had to be selected from within Qingguo.

Kuhe asked the second disciple to forcibly extend Chen Pingping's lifespan and play chess pieces on Xiliang Road, which is to calculate the world after his death, Fan Xian, a young man, will definitely be with his cheap father, because of the things of the past, because of the current things, there are some gaps that can be used by Northern Qi.

Sigu Jian gave Dongyi City's hands to Fan Xian, but it also gave Fan Xian a large package on his back, which was very heavy and heavy.

"You really look down on me. Fan Xian shrugged his shoulders, gently tapped his fingers on the supreme heart method that Qingshan regarded as a treasure, and said: "Or, you are too bold to pin your illusory hope on me. ”

"Your mother is from our Dongyi City, and it is a matter of course that I pin my hopes on you. Si Gu Jian said in a hoarse voice: "But Kuhe, the dead bald head, is actually willing to give you a big gift, which is really a bit unexpected to me." ”

Fan Xian looked at Tianyi's mental method and was stunned, thinking that when Kuhe was dying, he was afraid that he still thought that what he learned from Haitang was just an improved version of Tianyi's mental method, but he didn't know that Haitang was worried about his injury, and regardless of his teacher's order, he passed on the real Tianyi Inner Gate Mental Method to him, which was still in the distant past, in the distant Jiangnan.

I don't know what Begonia is doing on the grassland now, Hu Ge has already made trouble over there, and the civil strife in Xihu has started, no matter how talented she is, she can't play much role if she is far away from the border of Northern Qi.

Before he died, Kuhe handed over the real Tianyi Mental Method to Fan Xian, naturally hoping to gather the strength of several people and create another great master in this world.

"It's not necessarily a good thing to learn too much. Fan Xian said.

Si Gu Jian glanced at him with slanted eyes, and said: "I know that you have already learned the things of the Qingshan lineage, it seems that Kuhe has not met with you, so I don't know this, this booklet he gave is really useless." ”

"However, this booklet is still of some use to the disciples of the Sword House. Fan Xian looked at him quietly, the four great masters in the world, only the bitter lotus and the Sigu Sword recruited disciples, and the Sigu Sword was good at teaching disciples, and suddenly obtained the secret treasure of Tianyi, how could it not be used much, and the truth passed on to the disciples.

"It's for you, and it's the trust you put in me before the bald head died. Looking at the sword and said proudly, "I don't care to look at his things." ”

The corners of Fan Xian's lips curled slightly, nodded, and said, "If I don't tell you about Shijia Village, won't you give me this booklet?"

This may have said something about Sigu Jian's heart, Sigu Jian must judge how loyal Fan Xian is to Emperor Qingguo, and he may take care of Dongyi City a little before he can finally make up his mind, and handing over the bitter lotus relic is naturally one of the determinations.

But this great master didn't admit this, he just said indifferently: "You have already studied this booklet, and I don't give it to you, what difference can it make?"

"But there's another one down there. Fan Xian's eyes gradually calmed down, picked up the second booklet, stared at the sword and asked: "The four great masters have been known in the world for a long time, and you don't bother to look at the exercises of Tianyi, that is because you are very familiar with the exercises of the bitter lotus lineage, and you know how to practice to what realm, it is impossible to make a qualitative leap in the sword house." But aren't you curious, what is the booklet that Kuhe solemnly handed over to you, and put together with the Heavenly Inner Gate Mental Method?"

The booklet was even thinner, only about twenty pages, Fan Xian's palm pressed on the booklet, looking at the sword with a smile, waiting for the other party's answer.

"Of course I'm interested, because I've never known what the dead bald head of the bitter lotus is capable of except for the rotten true qi that is used to grow flowers and trees. Looking at the sword in a hoarse voice, he said, "What is the use of the miscellaneous you said before? Of course, the miscellaneous learning is useful, even if you don't use it, you can refer to it." ”

"So you take a closer look. ”

Si Gu Jian did not deny it, and said indifferently: "I want to be a postman, and it is always okay to take a look." ”

After being silent for a long time, he looked at Jian and closed his eyes slightly and said, "It's a pity, I can't understand." ”

When he said this, Fan Xian had already opened the pamphlet below curiously, he was very interested in what was recorded in it, and then when he turned the thin pages, he was disappointed.

What he couldn't understand with the sword, Fan Xian naturally couldn't understand it even more, as far as the realm of martial arts and enlightenment were concerned, Fan Xian was too far behind this great master, he looked at the strange words on the page of the book, the strange combination of words, staring at it, but he didn't understand anything.

"Prima Vine, Purry Dog ......"

"Kick the ...... Amo"

"Devisi ......"

............ The sky above the sword house had all darkened, and only the sea in the distance was still covered with a dark blue glow, and when it was reflected on the land, the dark blue had faded to gray.

A long time has passed.

Fan Xian sighed and put down the booklet, he originally thought about the method left by the bitter lotus, if he didn't understand, he could also refer to each other with the Sigu Sword, after all, the monster of the great grandmaster, if one dies, there will be one less, this kind of opportunity to ask the Sigu Sword for the relics of the bitter lotus, it is impossible to have it again, at least in this world.

However, he reluctantly found that he didn't even have the possibility to ask questions, because every word was so weird, and the combination was so illogical.

The old and young sat and slept in the room, in fact, they were all thinking about the last booklet left by Kuhe.

Si Gu Jian suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of doubt surged in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Three years on the top of the mountain, the bitter lotus once compared a hand style. ”

The top of the mountain, naturally, is the top of Dadong Mountain, the grandmaster battle of the stormy world. Hearing this, Fan Xian's heart suddenly moved, and he listened carefully, but after Si Gu Jian coughed twice, he fell into silence again.

"What kind of hand is that?" Fan Xian asked with a frown.

"It should be...... Western spells?" The rare Sigu Sword was not confident, because in his opinion, in the hearts of all the martial artists on this continent, Western spells and mages who practiced this kind of spell were the chicken ribs of the chicken, with the strength of the bitter lotus realm, how could he spend time cultivating such a useless thing?

Then after hearing this, Fan Xian was blessed to the heart, his palms were slowly closed in front of his chest, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, he couldn't help but shake his head, and sighed with a smile: "I know what is written on this." ”

"What is it?"

"Western characters, but directly with our words by syllables. Fan Xian shrugged his shoulders and said, "I used this method when I was about seven years old, but I didn't expect such a good character as Master Kuhe to use such a childish method." ”

Of course, what can make Fan Xian think of this is not only those strange words, which bring him a sense of familiarity in Western-style translated novels, not only because he also practiced hard to feed your mother with three pieces of meat back then, but more importantly, because he thought of a novel he had read in his previous life.

Mr. Jin wrote, about the Jiuyīn Zhenjing, Guo Jing, that fool, Uri smeared that human skin.

............ Si Gu Jian frowned and said, "Western characters, is it really some kind of magic thing? What is the use of bullshit." ”

"Who knows?" Fan Xian had a headache, looked at the two booklets in his palm, thought for a while, took it into his arms seriously, and said, "Master Kuhe left it to me, it must still be of some use." ”

"Don't put jīng gods on these useless things. Si Gu Jian opened his mouth and said, he still maintained an innate disdain for the wild things in the West, which was probably the natural contempt of advanced civilizations to backward civilizations.

"Eclectic, take-it-or-leave-it. Fan Xianying said: "Who knows what benefits I will have after learning." ”

"Can you read this nonsense?" Si Gu Jian frowned for the first time, and looked at Fan Xian in a slight daze, this booklet has been in his hands for more than two years, although he inherited the pride of the great grandmaster, he did not peek at Tianyi's mental method, but for this ghost-like booklet he still studied for a long time, he also wanted to know, what is the deep meaning of such a thing left by Kuhe, but no matter how he studied, there was no progress, if it was a Western language, but Si Gu Jian was in charge of Dongyi City, and the officials and people in the city mostly dealt with foreigners, but he had not heard of any foreigners saying this kind of language。

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I also have to guess slowly, I learned some before, but I almost forgot it." ”

Yes, the pamphlet left by Kuhe, the words on it are Italian, and the foreigners who deal with Qingguo and Dongyi City basically hold a kind of Spanish or English after transformation, and Fan Xian has not studied it very seriously, anyway, it is roughly the same thing.

Fan Xian studied Italian, and took it as a sophomore in his previous life.

Is this a coincidence or fate?

............ After all the things have been said, the things that Si Gu Jian needs to explain and hand over have already completed the details with Fan Xian. Fan Xian stood up from the side of the bed, and when he was about to leave the room, he suddenly lowered his eyes slightly, and asked seriously: "I still don't understand why you chose me." ”

Ye Qingmei is indeed half a Dongyi person, but it is obvious that she put more effort into Qingguo back then, and anyone who has seen the picture of the woman in the yellow shirt frowning at the river embankment will think so. Just because of the so-called household registration, don't you need a reason to put the zìyóu storage zài of the entire Dongyi City on Fan Xian's body, and on this young magnate of Qingguo who has made Dongyi City suffer countless blood losses?

Si Gu Jian said: "The so-called people have no habits, and they can't be handed over." I have judged that you have no heart for the world, so you cannot achieve great things. However, there are no more than two people, one is a saint and the other is a dummy. ”

"You're a no-brainer. Si Gu Jian continued: "But after Dadong Mountain, as far as I am concerned, you suddenly have some true feelings...... It's just that it's been hidden very deeply. So I think you're going to go the way of the former. ”

"Can there be such a person in this world who does not act for his own selfish interests, the selfish interests of a country, but only for the peace of his own mind?"

Si Gu Jian looked at him indifferently: "There was one before, I hope there will be one in the future, if the bet is wrong, then it is wrong, I don't care." A dying man is always the bravest gambler. ”

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, then walked out of the quiet room, walked to the side of the sword pit, and saw Wang Shisanlang, who was crying silently and wiping his tears with his sleeve like a child.

The thousand swords in the pit are cold.

Wang Shisanlang glanced at him and walked into the quiet room, and after a while, all the disciples of the Sword House walked into the quiet room solemnly, including Yun Zhilan, no one made a single sound, and no one looked at Fan Xian next to the sword pit.