Fan Xian's brows furrowed, he looked at the person in Yīn's shadow, hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Why are you happy to be like this?" Although we don't see each other much, we are really a little unaccustomed. ”

The swordsman in the dark shadow bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "I have always been such a frivolous person, and I ask Lord Xiao Fan to forgive me." ”

"Frivolous?" Fan Xian frowned and said, "No wonder you caused such a big basket because of your greed for fun, and the palace named you to get rid of you." ”

The swordsman looked at him, and said: "Thanks to Lord Shangshu, I can live to this day." ”

Fan Xian didn't say anything more, but thought of something else, someone else.

In the battle of Dadong Mountain, more than 100 tiger guards were killed, and the emperor used the sword in the hand of the sword to cleanse the tiger guard in cold blood and ruthlessly, and also swept away Fan Jian's greatest help hidden in the imperial family, and it was precisely because of this attitude and will that Fan Jian had to withdraw from the dangerous place of Kyoto in advance.

But Fan Shangshu grew up with His Majesty the Emperor since he was a child, operated in the court for many years, and even secretly trained Huwei for the Li royal family for so long, so he naturally left some hidden hands.

At this time, the black-clothed swordsman in front of Fan Xian was one of them. This black-clothed swordsman was also a subordinate of the Tiger Guard back then, but later faked his death and became a subordinate of Fan Jian in the dark, secretly doing some shady things for Fan Fu, even including the tentacles stretched out in the surveillance palace.

In the Kyoto Rebellion, Fan Xian took great risks to attack Qingyutang, Fan Jian looked coldly behind him, cleaning up the mess for him, and it was the secret power of Fan Fu led by the black-clothed swordsman at that time. It wasn't until that day that Fan Xian really came into contact with his father's last batch of strength.

"You also know the things on Dadong Mountain. Fan Xian looked at the swordsman and asked, "How many tiger guards are still alive in this world today?"

"Under Lord Shangshu, there are still twenty-one. The black-clothed swordsman smiled and said, "If the great grandmasters are all dead, we people will still have some use." ”

Fan Xian had only dealt with the seven tiger guards with blank faces in the past, and for a while he was really not used to the tone of this black-clothed swordsman, so he said with a wry smile: "Don't mention this, let's go back to the previous matter, suddenly I have to mention so much silver, isn't my father worried about someone in the dynasty guessing something?"

The black-clothed swordsman didn't answer this question, but just like him, he asked with a soft smile: "The young master seems to have been much bolder recently, Lord Shangshu has sent news, and you really started to prepare to transfer money, even at the expense of reaching out to the Sun family and the Xiong family, is it ...... Aren't you afraid that the court will notice something?"

As soon as these words came out, Fan Xian fell into silence, and the black-clothed swordsman did not continue to ask. In the three years after the Kyoto Rebellion, Fan Xian's work secretly carried out in the fish intestines was extremely careless, not seeking merit, but seeking seamlessness, and the progress was really too slow.

But Fan Xian had to do this, and his father, who was far away in Lanzhou, seemed to agree with his caution - after all, when His Majesty the Emperor was on the throne, no one dared to risk provoking anything, and if it leaked, it would only be a scene of blood and fire.

It's just that today, it seems that Fan Xian and Fan Jian, the father and son, have begun to speed up their pace at the same time. Fan Xian knew in his heart that the reason why his father was speeding up was because he knew that his heart was beginning to drift in that direction.

The next sentence of the black-clothed swordsman also confirmed Fan Xian's guess.

"If the young master wants to do something in the future, don't forget me. The black-clothed swordsman smiled and said, "I'm also very interested in entering the palace. ”

The corners of Fan Xian's lips curled slightly, and said, "I'm very interested, do you plan to avenge your family, or do you want to avenge those colleagues who died on Dadong Mountain?"

"Does it make a difference?"

"There really is no difference, for you, for those tiger guards hiding in the dark, His Majesty the Emperor has never treated you as a chéngrén, and it is normal for you not to treat him as a monarch. Fan Xian lowered his eyes slightly, and said softly: "But the problem is, if you say this in front of this official, aren't you afraid that this official will really kill you? You should know very well the relationship between His Majesty the Emperor and me." ”

The black-clothed swordsman said calmly, "I know better the relationship between you and Lord Shangshu. ”

"It's a contradiction. Fan Xian smiled and sighed, and said: "You are a group of very powerful swordsmen, but you are also a group of very dangerous people, and even I don't know if I can control you, so I think it's best for you to stay by your father's side, including those dark tiger guards beside you, all the same, and don't try to get involved in my affairs." ”

A faint hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed swordsman.

"Father can control you, and I want to take everything into my own hands, so I can't use you. Fan Xian gradually withdrew his smile and said calmly: "I have my own strength, any of you only have a little, you must ensure the safety of your father, as long as you do this, so that I have no worries, I may be able to achieve your and your brothers' goals." ”

The black-clad swordsman fell silent.

The silence lasted for a long time, Fan Xian took a sip of cold tea beside him, subconsciously shrunk his legs, and sat on the chair with his knees crossed, this posture was not very beautiful, but it made him feel a little secure.

It was at this moment that he remembered the second prince. Looking at the black-clothed swordsman in front of him, he thought of Gundam again, remembered the innocent people who had bled and died because of the emperor's conspiracy, and he even thought of Chen Pingping, and Jing Ge, who had cut Qin Heng's throat in front of the palace in Kyoto.

Some rìzi didn't see Jing Ge anymore. A glimmer of light flashed in Fan Xian's eyes, thinking that Chen Pingping had done so many things in secret, pulling many people from the brink of death, and his father had actually done similar things secretly over the years.

These two old comrades-in-arms didn't have much guò qi, but they chose the same way, probably they both knew that only people who had really felt life and death had the courage to stand in this world and resist the pressure exerted on them. Only those who have survived the catastrophe of life and death can still stand upright bravely and even proudly under the light of imperial power.

This is probably the mental problem that Si Gu Jian said, it has nothing to do with the level of his own cultivation realm, only this kind of person can do real big things, such as the black-clothed swordsman in front of him, such as Jing Ge wearing a silver mask.

"You go back and say that I will do my best to solve the problem of silver, but it is extremely difficult to change from the paper in the money village to the nutrients needed for fish intestines. Fan Xian looked at the black-clothed swordsman and said extremely cautiously: "I'm worried that I have the eyeliner in the palace by my side, so when I come to Weizhou this time, I will look for Guan Charming as a shadow, if the inner court or the Criminal Department or the Metropolitan Procuratorate find out something, they will only suspect this layer, so you have to be careful not to be targeted." ”

"The problem is that young master, you came to see Guan Meimei, in order to raise money for the fish intestines. The black-clothed swordsman frowned rarely, "What if the other party investigates from here?"

"Me and you, like the shore of the cliff, will always be in one-line contact, even if someone wants to check, at most they will find me, and they can't check it anymore, as for the flow of money, the process of the first part in the account, naturally the old household official who stayed in Jiangnan will deal with it, as for the conversion ...... of the latter part" Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, and seemed to feel that this matter was a little difficult, and said slowly: "I can handle some of it, and then it depends on how Dongyi City is, if there can be foreign imports, it should be able to speed up a lot." ”

"Then I'm leaving. Although the black-clothed swordsman felt that Fan Xian had not finished what he should have said, he also knew that he had to go, so he bowed and said, "It's just that in the past three years, I have always had something very curious. ”

Fan Xian raised his eyes to look at him, and said with a smile, "What's the matter?"

"Why are you called fish intestines?"

After being silent for a long time, Fan Xian said: "The fish intestine is a sword, a sword used by a person called Zhuzhu, a sword hidden in the belly of the fish, this sword may be hidden in the belly of the fish forever, and it will never see the heavens, but once it breaks out, it will definitely pierce someone's chest." ”

"You are a handful of fish intestines, Jing Ge used to be a handful of fish intestines, and the shadow around me is also a handful of fish intestines. Fan Xian smiled and said, "It's just that you have all begun to see the sky, and only my fish intestines still have to be hidden." ”

―――――――――――――――――― Fan Xian stayed in Weizhou for one night, and discussed with Guan Meimei about collecting silver, Xia Qifei was in Suzhou at this time, and he couldn't catch up anyway, so he had to go through Guò Guan Charming's mouth to remind the master of the Xinming family that this matter was very important. The next day, representatives from the Lingnan Xiong family and the Quanzhou Sun family rushed to Weizhou, and Fan Xian just hid in the dark and looked at it, confirming the attitude that the two giants might have, and then relieved himself.

The excuse of the Xinming family is indeed very real, although there is no news from the north, but the Sun Xiong family will not believe that Xia Qifei will deceive themselves in this matter, because this deception has no benefit.

In fact, the key to mutual borrowing between businessmen is to consider the repayment ability of the other party. In the eyes of the Sun Xiong family, even if the Northern Qi Imperial Court began to vigorously crack down on the smuggling of the Ming family in the north because of the matter in Dongyi City, but behind the Ming family is now Xiao Fan, with a steady stream of goods in the inner treasury as a guarantee, it is still a golden nest, no matter what, it is impossible to save zài and not pay the money.

After confirming that the silver could be received, Fan Xian secretly asked Guan Weimei to inform Xia Qifei and let him feast Yang Jimei in Huayuan, the number one salt merchant in Jiangnan, must have hidden a lot of silver in the house, and Xia Qifei borrowed silver from him, and it is estimated that the difficulty will not be too great.

If Yang Jimei can't raise it alone, he will naturally mobilize the salt merchants in Jiangnan to help. I have to say that Fan Xian has been in Jiangnan for two or three years, and has indeed laid a solid foundation, as long as he does not touch the foundation of the imperial court on the surface, he is fully capable of gathering the strength of Jiangnan shopping mall. And this power is really a bit terrifying, and not anyone can do it to be able to raise so much money in a short period of time.

These things took Fan Xian a whole day, and in the twilight, he left Weizhou City and disappeared into the bloody face, and from this day on, not only his subordinates in Jiangnan did not know where he went, but even the cronies of the Supervision Yuan and the Qinian Group completely lost his trace.

A young Jiupin master who has been immersed in the Supervision Yuan all his life, deliberately disguised himself on the road, and is fully capable of avoiding everyone's gaze. In this way, Fan Xian disappeared.

............ I don't know how many days have passed, and when the chūn meaning in the inner belly of the continent has reached the point of no return, a dusty figure appeared outside a big mountain col at the junction of Northern Qi and Dongyi City.

This place is very remote, but the traffic is not very backward, because this is a transit point of the old trade route many years ago, but it has been abandoned for a long time, and it has long disappeared from the map and from the hearts of many people.

From the outside of the mountain, the place is quiet, the occasional dog barking and the rooster chirping, and the farmer walking, the night is getting deeper, but the occasional farmer seems to not need a light at all, he can see the slightly wet and muddy ridges under his feet.

The figure quietly passed the peasants and headed for the mountains.

The road leading into the mountains seemed to be winding, like a fish's intestines winding around. The dusty figure walked all the way into the mountain, I don't know how long it was, the dew under the clothes, the broken branches of the cloth shoes, and finally climbed halfway up the mountain. Originally, there was still a barren mountain village in front of me, but when I turned my head, I saw the lights lit, the mountain manor, and countless buildings with a fresh smell, like a miracle, appeared in the valley.

The figure threw down the bamboo stick in his hand, looked at the lights in the belly of the mountain at his feet, and for some reason, felt so moved that his eyes were almost moist.

Because he knew that this scene, hidden behind the farmstead and hidden in the peach blossom garden, consumed how much money he had, and he didn't know how many people were working hard for it.

Just like the farmers he had met in front of the mountain.