The battlefield under the trees was already quiet, and the Jinyi guard used a horse-drawn cart to bring a lot of water from the Yuquan River, and the bucket was overturned, and the clear water rushed to the street, washing the dust and blood on the ground in an instant, leaving only those wet and clean stone slabs.

There are Jinyi guards guarding around, and there are also relevant yamen in various private houses to carry out bomb pressure, so there is no movement around this T-shaped alley. The stone wall behind the courtyard had also begun to be resealed with temporary materials, and in short, the Pacification Division had to restore the area to its original state as much as possible in a very short period of time.

The palace didn't want to open this matter at this time, after all, Tan Wu and the others died heroically, and it was a little difficult to frame the Shangshan Tiger, and after all, the attitude of the military had to be considered, so they were ready to press for a while for the time being.

The morning birds chirped, and the brocade guards raised their heads and looked at the sky that was not white, thinking that the birds had gotten up early, did they also know what was going on here?

............ Fan Xian, who sneaked under the tree, wiped a drop of cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, cursed a few times in his heart for those sleepless frightened birds, carefully hid his figure in the pre-dawn darkness, and fled far away in the direction of Beicheng with the wounded team of Jinyi Guard.

There were no pedestrians on the long street, and there was no sound of sweeping the street in his previous life, and he jumped over the two-storey buildings on the adjacent street, believing that no one would find his trace.

The stretcher team had already left the small courtyard a long way away and entered a courtyard, but I didn't know if it was the Beizhen Fusi or the Thirteen Yamen. The wounded were placed in separate rooms awaiting treatment, and some doctors with blood on them rushed in and out.

Fan Xian walked around to the rear and waited behind a few bamboo baskets under the corner.

It didn't take long for a few muffled snorts to come from a remote room, very small, but clearly reaching his ears. After a few breaths, a man climbed down from the wall, his movements were a little slow, and after falling to the ground, he also carefully sorted out his clothes, confirmed the waist card, and then walked towards West Street.

Fan Xian looked at the man wearing the clothes of the brocade guard. Although the man's hat was worn very tightly, a few strands of gray hair still flew out, and as he walked slowly, the gray hair trembled slightly, and it was desolate in the night wind.

Watching the man walk farther and farther, Fan Xian's eyes exposed outside the deep hat showed a cold light, and he found that the other party's walking movements were a little weird, knowing that the old comrade's legs were not well after being smashed by himself.

He followed, and the two walked along the quiet long street to the west, although there were still guards at the intersections, but Sean was wearing the clothes of a brocade guard, and he killed people and won medals in the side room, allowing him to break through several levels without danger.

But Fan Xian was like a ghost that disappeared into the night, far away, and he broke through a few hurdles with extreme ease.

On the way, at an ordinary person's house, Sean took a break.

In the rear, on the roof of another ordinary house, Fan Xian also rested.

Then the two of them got up again one after the other, and before the day was gone, they drilled out the big net woven by the brocade clothes and came to the west gate.

After the ―――――――――――――――――――――――― city gate opened, the vegetable farmers who had been guarding the gate for half an hour each handed over the passage documents that they had done and rushed in. And Sean took advantage of this chaos to get out of the high city gate. After a while, the old man who had survived the catastrophe had already marched with great difficulty to the foot of Yan Mountain in the west of Shangjing, beside the chaotic forest.

Fan Xian was far away, and his extremely sharp eyes were staring at the direction of the old comrade. After a while, Sean came out of the other side of the forest, already wearing a tattered shirt, and the corners of the clothes were often stained with black sè stove ash that the old men in the village often dyed, and he didn't know where to pick up so much dry firewood on his back, and he carried it on his back like a small mountain.

By this time, the sun had risen in the east, shining among the quiet mountains and forests, and the mist had been dispelled in a moment, and the sky was extremely clear.

Anyone who saw that old man would think that he was a very industrious old farmer who got up in the morning to collect firewood, and would not associate him with the spy boss who shook the world twenty years ago.

Fan Xian stood quietly on the tree, watching Sean move forward slowly with his body in his eyes, but a trace of coldness swelled in his heart, Sean was old after all, not only his body was not as good as before, but even his mind was a little dull. Who would choose to come out to collect firewood at this time? The real old peasants only enter the mountains at dusk to collect firewood.

............ It's quiet outside the city, and it's quiet inside the city.

Jinyiwei's secret spy reported back: "The Nanqing mission is very quiet over there, and it is said that Lord Lin Wen arranged two Kabuki to accompany Fan Zheng yesterday, and he didn't sleep much all night. ”

"Are you sure Fan Xian is in the mission?" Shen Chong had already taken off his official uniform at this time, changed into the rich man's clothes, and held a piece of donkey meat in his right hand and burned it to his mouth, chewing his mouth full of oil.

"Yes, sir. The spy respectfully replied, "There are brothers who know what Fan Xian looks like, and they have been staring outside the courtyard." ”

Shen Chong was slightly stunned, and threw the oily donkey meat on the table, his eyes were a little sunken, and he looked particularly ungodly, he tossed all night yesterday, and no one was an iron body, suddenly he smiled and said, "Then where is an honest master, has He Daoren gone?"

"Yes. The spy suddenly shook his head and said, "Lord Wolf Tao has also gone." ”

Shen Shen slowly closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a while, he whispered to himself: "Since these Southern Barbarians want us to think that Fan Xian is still in the mission, if Fan Xian is killed at this time, won't they themselves suffer a loss?"

He opened his eyes, his eyes were as ruthless as an eagle, and said: "The Southern Barbarians have learned to calculate people in the past ten years, but I am afraid that they will be mistaken by their cleverness. ”

............ After staring at it all night, Fan Xian felt a little tired, but his body was full of domineering true qi, so he could barely support it. Looking at the old man who had some difficulty even walking on the forest path in the distance, he couldn't help but feel a little admired, he was seventy or eighty years old, and after decades of tossing, he actually played the trick of escaping from prison so thoroughly, and he didn't know where this old guy came from to be supported by the power of the gods.

Fan Xian didn't move, because he always felt that some unknown danger awaited him, and Sean's exit from the city seemed too smooth. Suddenly, his heart moved, thinking of a certain Tsubaki may xìng, squinted slightly, slid down the tree, retreated in the opposite direction, and disappeared suddenly, not knowing where he went.

The sun moves inch by inch to the west, and Sean moves inch by inch to the west, and the west is the western sky, which may be death, and it may be the Pure Land.

Naturally, the mission and Xinyang will not report all their plans to Shangshan Tiger, but Sean has another backhand. The mountain road goes up and further up, and at the end of the cliff is a hill with shallow grass, and to the left is a stone road leading to the Shangjing military camp horse farm, where Uesugi Tiger and Sean agreed to meet each other.

The pale red glow in Sean's eyes had dimmed a lot, and he tilted his shoulders slightly, letting the slightly wet woody branches like a mountain on his body fall to the ground, patted his buttocks, and sat down. Since no one answered, then this plan must have been detected by the court of Qi State, and there must be someone waiting for him here.

Like that trance on the meadow by the Foggy River, Sean felt tired again, and he didn't want to go anymore.

"Come out. ”

His slightly dry lips opened and closed, and he spat out a few words.

When the words fell, Asakusa trembled slightly, and a swordsman wearing a black shirt slowly walked over from the end of the mountain road, this swordsman had a very high forehead, a very white face, a slight vicissitudes between his eyebrows and eyes, and his age was about forty years old, his right hand was extremely stable on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and the knuckles between his fingers were protruding, and the whole person was like a cold sword.

"Who is the Daoist?" Sean's eyes narrowed slightly, and two cold rays of light shuttered.

This swordsman is He Daoren, a nine-rank master in Northern Qi, and the eight-rank Cheng Jushu that Fan Xian killed on the streets of Niupen a year and a half ago is his apprentice.

He Daoren's face was pale, dressed in black, and he was as incompatible as snow charcoal, he held the hilt of the sword very respectfully, raised it upside down, and bowed with both fists: "The junior has seen Mr. Xiao." ”

In Northern Qi, except for the bitter lotus, all people can only hold the gift of juniors when they see Sean.

"I can't imagine that the young swordsman of the year has now become the most powerful swordsman in Jinyiwei. Sean coughed twice, still sitting on the ground, and gently thumped his knee.

"It's been many years. He Daoren looked at Sean with sincere respect on his face, "I'm not Jinyiwei's dog, I'm the queen mother's doorman, and I'm here to ask Mr. Xiao to rest in peace." ”

Sean said softly: "You must know that this world is your majesty's after all." ”

He Daoren knew what the old man meant, the emperor didn't want to kill Sean, and if he blindly stood in the position of the queen mother, he would undoubtedly offend the young emperor. He smiled slightly and looked around: "I thought that today I would see that young handsome man of the Southern Dynasty surnamed Fan. ”

Sean coughed twice more and said, "I didn't expect that the old man was rampant all his life, but he was just a bait before he died." ”

"The old man doesn't need to be sad, since the surname Fan retreated, he was lucky. ”

With a bang, He Daoren drew his sword out of the sheath, and the whole person swept like a bird, his wrists, elbows, and shoulders into a straight line, piercing Sean's heart!