The white mist slowly accumulates in the valley, however, the morning sun on the eastern sea slowly rises, and it painstakingly climbs over countless mountains, throwing the temperature and light over the mountain villa in the col, allowing those white mist to slowly fade.

It seemed like it was just a split second, and the sky was dawning. In the green valley full of trees, the birds squeaked and woke up, the dew dripped from the leaves, and the leaves that had been freed from the heavy load bounced back happily, as if they were stretching their waists, and the whole valley was filled with a feeling of fresh breathing.

Fan Xian rubbed his eyes that were a little astringent, and sat on the edge of the bed for a while before he woke up, he talked with his father for too long last night and slept too late, so that he was a little uncomfortable. Not too many people in Shijia Village knew about his arrival, and there were no servants or the like in this place, so when he pushed open the wooden door, felt the cool mountain breeze blowing in his face, and saw the basin of hot water under his feet, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Sitting on the threshold, he wrung two towels in the hot water basin, and wiped them vigorously on his face until his cheeks were slightly red, and then he felt a kind of pleasure, threw the towel back into the basin, and carried it into the courtyard next to him, signaling to see his subordinates silent.

............ Throughout the morning, Fan Xian was serving his father, serving tea and water, cooking and beating his back, reborn for twenty years, mostly in Shanzhou, Kyoto has a lot of things, and now he hasn't seen him for three years, he knows that his son is actually incompetent, so it is rare to be in a foreign valley today, there is nothing to worry about, he is very serious about fulfilling the duties of a son.

Fan Shangshu was only a little surprised at first, but when he understood what he was thinking, he just smiled and let him go, so that he could be served by his son all the time.

After casually using some porridge and white flour steamed buns, the father and son pushed open the courtyard gate and walked along the wide straight road in Shijia Village towards the mountain next to the village. At this time, the straight road was still covered by a faint white mist, and he couldn't see the gap in the stone slab under his feet clearly, Fan Xian carefully supported his father, walked all the way, and spoke softly all the way.

Although in the white mist, it can also be seen that the standard level is extremely high and extremely spacious, which is completely inconsistent with the height of the villa building.

A peach blossom poked out of the white mist, Fan Shangshu pointed to that place, and whispered a few words, Fan Xian nodded again and again beside him. When he came to a bluestone well, Fan Shangshu said a few more words, and Fan Xian nodded again.

Traveling in the morning, along the way, Fan Shangshu gently explained to Fan Xian, what will be the use of this workshop in the future, who will be stationed in this house in the future, and how to settle the three major squares if they are restarted. It didn't take long for the father and son to walk along the stone path to the green hills, and only stopped when they came to the side of the flying stones on the mountainside.

The father and son looked back at the bottom of the mountain at the same time, only to see a golden light penetrating thousands of miles from the east, and the white mist in the valley was swept away in a moment, revealing the true face of the valley, I don't know how many various houses, scattered and arranged in the valley according to the direction of the straight and sandwich road, the blue wall and the black eaves occasionally poke out of the ancient trees, very fresh, and a few smoke is faintly seen in the distance, presumably the early risers are boiling water for cooking.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at the valley, only to see that those dense mansions were gradually accumulating between the two mountains, stretching to the east, and there was something that could not see the edge.

Last night, just looking at the starlight under his feet, and now he saw the true face, only to find that the present of Shijia Village is already such a grand existence, thinking of the hard work of the past two years, thinking of those who have worked hard for Shijia Village, seeing the current results, a smile gradually rippled between his eyebrows, eyes, lips and teeth, "Huaibi is guilty." Fan Shangshu held his somewhat tired waist, smiled and gasped and said: "It's just a shell right now, if you really want to put all the gems in, once the news leaks out, I'm afraid that everyone in the world will come to bite your flesh." ”

"There are very few people who can bite me. Fan replied with a smile.

Fan Shangshu shook his head disapprovingly: "Although the valley is easy to defend and difficult to attack, how can the strength of thousands of people be able to block the attack of a country's troops?"

"Last night, my father showed the child the map, and if His Majesty the Emperor wants to send troops to attack, Dongyi City and Northern Qi will always react in the middle. ”

"Dongyi City will soon be a ...... of Qingguo"

"That's only in name, without ten years of work, it will be difficult for Qingguo to peacefully incorporate Dongyi City into the system. ”

"What about Dongyi City itself? Or the Northern Qi people. Fan Shangshu looked at him with a smile and said, "These inheritances left by your mother are so tempting that no one can resist them. This place is close to the Northern Qi Dynasty, how can the Northern Qi people let it go?"

Fan Xian smiled, helped his father sit on a bluestone on the mountainside, and after pondering for a while, he said: "I have a way to balance that little emperor in the Northern Qi Dynasty, even if she is really dazzled by diamonds, I have a way to make her dispel this idea." ”

"There is a second inner library in the world, do you think it is the king of a country who says don't want it?" Fan Shangshu looked at his son with an interesting eye, "Although I don't know where your confidence in the Northern Qi Emperor comes from, if this matter really leaks out, the civil and military officials of the Northern Qi Dynasty will definitely drool, even if the little emperor is unwilling to offend you, but how can he stop the will of the entire country?"

Fan Xian stood beside his father, retracted his gaze looking down, and said with a wry smile: "Then what can I do?" This is a hot potato, don't consider your majesty's side first, even in the future after many years, if I want to protect this place, I need to be strong enough." ”

"Okay, according to your words, don't consider your majesty for now. Fan Shangshu laughed, because both his father and son knew that the biggest danger in Shijia Village still came from the emperor in Kyoto, "Let's just say that there are three kingdoms in the world, you have to maneuver in the meantime, how much strength do you have now to keep here?"

"I have the most nine-rank powerhouses under my hands. Fan Xian was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "There is more than what His Majesty has in his hands." ”

"Are you sure that Sigu Jian is willing to give those people to you?" Fan Shangshu said: "Even if he is willing to give it to you, once he is dead, how can you control those people in the Jian Lu." ”

"That depends on what the Sigu Sword does. Fan Xian responded: "As for the question of whether to give or not, I don't think he needs to think about it, this matter has the greatest benefit for Dongyi City." ”

"Speaking of benefits, I'm really worried about the people of Qingguo. Fan Jian suddenly became gloomy.

"It's just a supplement, a backup, and a threat. Fan Xian pursed his lips and said softly: "If you can not use it, of course it is the best ending." ”

The white mist in the valley had already dispersed, and at this time, it was forced by the gradually heating temperature of the ground, and floated upwards invisibly, but in the mountainside, the slight cool mountain breeze passing through the col gradually seeped out the white mist.

Fan's father and son sat between the white clouds, on the bluestone, with fog circulating around them, and their clothes fluttering lightly, like two immortals. Not far away, on the side of the road into the mountain, there was a farmer chopping wood, forcibly suppressing his curiosity, and did not look at the two figures in the clouds. Farther away, there are some hidden pins, these people are the guardians of Shijia Village, secretly protecting the buildings and people here.

Naturally, these people couldn't hide from Fan Xian, but they couldn't hide it from Fan Shangshu, but the two of them didn't want to alarm too many people, so they just watched the clouds around them silently.

He had been silent for a long time, and suddenly, Fan Shangshu said calmly: "A person can change a world from the bones, and he has never been seen in the history books for thousands of years for his father. ”

Fan Xian didn't answer, knowing what his father was talking about.

"Your mother is talented, she has the posture of a celestial man, a genius of a celestial man, she may have wanted to change the world with her own strength, but in the end she still failed. Fan Shangshu's expression was very indifferent and indifferent, but in this indifference, there was an indescribable sigh.

He raised his arm, his sleeves waved in the faint mist, pointed to the building in the valley, and said emotionally: "Many years ago, in that wasteland in northern Fujian, I was also like Rì now, seeing the infinite prosperity and living from the barrenness. Your mother always had so many whimsical ideas in her head that convinced the world, not to mention, but also seemed to be impressed by the restrictions that God gave us...... How can people not be moved?"

Fan Xian listened with a slight move.

"If your mother hadn't died back then, Neku would definitely not be what it is now, according to her thoughts, the Ye family's industry will always be spread to the world. Fan Jian sighed and said: "I didn't agree with your intention to be these ten villages, but when I thought of your mother's wish back then, I went with you." ”

"In those years, no, it was all these years, I was thinking about a question. That is, where did your mother come from, what did she want to do when she came into this world, and ...... Why did she leave?"

Fan Xian sat down, sitting close to his father, silent.

Fan Shangshu's thin face was extraordinarily calm in the mountain breeze: "We old guys have all experienced things many years ago, we can guess that your mother is from that ethereal temple, and Wuzhu is her guard...... But the temple has never been involved in the world, so why is there such a dream-like story?"

Fan Xian held his knees with both hands, gently pressed his face to his knees, and looked sideways at his father in a trance. He knew that his father was a well-known prodigal genius in Kyoto, and poetry, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy were all the world's choices, but it was only later that his partners began to seek the affairs of the world, so he gave up those jīng god-level things and devoted himself to boring and important affairs such as accounts.

Today, on the mountainside next to Shijia Village, Fan Jian, who has retired from the position of the head of the Qingguo household department for three years, has finally returned to the appearance of the literary and artistic youth of the year, but the young man is close to old age.

"If it was really a big net woven by His Majesty back then, then why was Wuzhu transferred?" Fan Shangshu's voice suddenly became sharp, staring at Fan Xian and said, "There is only one threat in this world that can transfer Wuzhu away from your mother. ”

Fan Xian muttered, "Temple." ”

"Yes, if it weren't for the fact that there was a temple to come to the world, Wuzhu would definitely not leave Kyoto to intercept that person. Fan Shangshu squinted his eyes and said, "If this qiē is all in His Majesty's plan, how can he know that the temple will come to the temple at that time?

"Do you suspect that it was His Majesty who cooperated with the temple back then?" Fan Xian sat up straight, his hands off his calves, and looked at his father.

Fan Shangshu lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I have been guessing with Chen Pingping over the years, and the reason why there has been no action is that we still have a fear of the temple in our hearts. If His Majesty is really the designated person of the temple, what can we do?"

"If only Gotake hadn't lost his memory, he should know the secrets of the temple. He looked at Fan Xian gently and said, "If you really want to break with His Majesty in the future, you must make this matter clear, we are all mortals, we are not your mother, and it is impossible for mortals to fight against the temple." ”

Fan Xian's face was calm, even after hearing about the temple, he still didn't have a trace of fear, and said, "Uncle Wuzhu has left. ”

"Where did he go?"

"He went home...... Well, it should be a temple look. The corners of Fan Xian's lips curled slightly, and he said, "Before he left, he said that there was no one in the temple anymore, so father, don't worry too much...... If the temple really doesn't do worldly business, then he won't have any effect on me. ”

"How many years has Wuzhu been there?"

"It's been almost three years. ”

"Three years and haven't come back. Fan Shangshu slowly closed his eyes, "I'm afraid that there is something wrong with things." ”

Fan Xian didn't answer, his heart was naturally extremely worried about Uncle Wuzhu, but he never thought of using the mundane things of the world to stop Uncle Wuzhu from finding his journey, and from the beginning, he knew that the temple hidden in the ice and snow must have played some kind of role in that story many years ago, and listening to his father's analysis today, he became more and more sure of this.

"Chen Pingping insisted on letting you send Sean back to Northern Qi for what purpose, you should know it now. ”

"Yes, only three people in the world, Sean, Kuhe, and Uncle Wuzhu, know where the temple is. Bitter Lotus naturally refused to say it, and Uncle Wuzhu never remembered it, so only Sean knew. Fan Xian responded: "The old dean wants me to let me know the secret of the temple. ”

As soon as these words came out, Fan Xian's eyelashes suddenly blinked, and many of the past and future events were strung together in his heart. He even remembered the conversation between himself and the old man in his wheelchair beside the pool of the Inspectorate, beside the fish sunk on the sandy bottom.

............ Chen Pingping waved her hand, frowned and said, "You have to learn to open your eyes in the future, don't always stare at one department, one department, one district official, and only Kyoto." You have to learn to stand taller......"

Fan Xian responded: "Do you want to focus on the whole world?"

Chen Pingping smiled: "Maybe it should be higher." ”

............ Where should the highest vision of the world be placed? Naturally, it is a temple high above the clouds and deep in the cold. Fan Xian was slightly moved, and then he realized that a long time ago, Chen Pingping guessed that there was a temple standing behind His Majesty, so he asked himself to send Sean back to the north to remind himself that His Majesty was more than just ...... Alone.

"Now that you understand, His Majesty is already extremely powerful, but there is still a temple standing behind him. Fan Shangshu still closed his eyes and said lightly: "So I can't afford to have any thoughts of resisting him at all, but since you dare, you must dig from the roots." ”

Fan Xian didn't answer this sentence, in fact, Uncle Wuzhu's homecoming was originally a hidden move in his plan. To deal with the temple, it must be a non-human above the great grandmaster to do it, Uncle Wuzhu returned to the temple, but Fan Xian stayed in this world to continue to fight.

Although Wuzhu thinks that there is no one in the temple. Fan Shangshu's brows furrowed, "But who knows, according to what you said, he has been gone for more than two years, but he hasn't heard from him yet, what if something happens to him there?"

"I don't know. Fan Xian felt a sense of frustration in his heart, but in front of Emperor Laozi, the feeling of frustration was already too much, so much that he was almost numb, so he didn't care much.

"In the future, if things go wrong, I will go to the temple to find him, and even if he dies, I will dig his body out of the snow. Fan Xian's heart was cold, but there was a trace of heat that could not be extinguished in the coldness, and he said resolutely and calmly: "This is not Qingguo's business, but my business." ”

Uncle Wuzhu is his dearest relative, and he is an indispensable part of his life, if something happens to Uncle Wuzhu, Fan Xian will survive, and he will live a good life. And if you can't live comfortably, what's the point of living?

Fan Shangshu looked at him quietly, knowing the secret about the temple, hidden in the deepest part of this kid's heart, thinking that he had been hiding it from himself all these years, Fan Shangshu was not angry but happy, there are not many young people in such a city, there are not many people in this world, probably only such young people can survive in the struggle with His Majesty, and live better and better.

"Is there a disagreement?" Although he appreciated it in his heart, Fan Shangshu still said sarcastically: "If that day really comes, do you think Your Majesty will let you embark on the road to find the temple alive?"

"I don't know. This is the second time Fan Xian said that he didn't know, there are few unfathomable people in this world, but the emperor is obviously one of them, Fan Xian does not want to completely break with the man on the dragon chair, one is a little affectionate, and the other Fan Xian knows that he is now himself, no matter in which aspect, is not the opponent of Emperor Laozi.

"I don't know. Fan Xian repeated again, "But to live, there are always some things that must be done, even if you lose? Although His Majesty is extremely powerful, if you want to kill me, it is not so simple. ”

He smiled slightly and said, "Unless he is willing to leave the palace, leave the government behind, and chase and kill me all over the world." ”

Fan Shangshu smiled slightly and said: "This kind of thing really doesn't match his character, but you are his most trusted and favorite courtier, if he finds out that you are really betrayed, it will not be surprising what kind of thing you do under the agitation of this kind of feeling." ”

"Then I can only pray to Heaven for blessing. Fan Xian smiled and said, "So it's still the same sentence, before Uncle Wuzhu comes back, I don't want to turn my face with His Majesty." ”

Fan Shangshu also laughed, and finally understood that his two years of hesitation were not only because of the uneasiness of being trapped in that kind of ethical oppression, but also because he was waiting, and he had to delay time.

If it is said that the source of the emperor's strong self-confidence lies in the strong national strength of Qingguo, the endless amount of money in the inner treasury, the skill of controlling the world, and the cultivation of his own powerful grandmaster.

Then Fan Xian's self-confidence comes from his own part of the Supervision Institute, with enough information in his mind to rebuild an inner library, enough silver tickets in his arms to rebuild an inner library, and ...... That mighty Wuzhu.

"I hope Ye Liuyun really went to sea. Fan Shangshu glanced at Fan Xian meaningfully.

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, knowing what his father wanted to remind him, and said after a while: "I hope so too." ”

............ Fan Xian only stayed in Shijia Village for one day, and secretly met with the Qingyutang Ye shopkeepers who were rescued from Kyoto, and both sides sighed for themselves, although these old shopkeepers were already dead in the records of the Qingguo Imperial Court, but they still had relatives in Kyoto, and they also had brothers and friends in the three major squares in the south of the Yangtze River. Therefore, Fan Xian was originally a little worried, leaving these old shopkeepers in Shijia Village, would they have some other ideas.

But after meeting him, he found that these old shopkeepers were extremely enthusiastic about rebuilding the inner library, and even wanted to invest the rest of their lives in it.

Of course, for the old shopkeeper of the Ye family, this has nothing to do with what shit Neiku, and they don't care what kind of shit the national strength of Qingguo will be weakened, they just think that these things originally belonged to our old Ye family, and they were taken away by the shameless Qingguo royal family, and now that the young master wants to rebuild the old Ye family, tears began to rise, and the old horse's heart began to jump.

Fan Xian and these old shopkeepers rechecked the process flow chart of the three major workshops, reconfirmed the possibility of Shijia Village in the future, and finally completed the purpose of the trip. At dusk, he bowed to his father, and then went out of the great village and into the deep valley alone.

When people are halfway up the mountain, when they look back, the valley is already dark, and the lights are gradually rising, like stars in the sky. He looked up and saw the stars in the sky, like the lights of the world. The starlight in the sky, I don't know if it falls from the sky or rises from the ground, it is extremely beautiful.