According to Fan Xian's feelings, after the fight, he naturally had to hurry back to his own house and find his mother, but he never expected Fan Ruoruo to glare at him. It seemed that his sister thought that he was too heavy, so he had to smile bitterly and shake his head, watching his sister take out a handkerchief and wipe the tip of Ye Linger's bleeding nose.

"The tip of Ye Ling'er's little nose is quite beautiful, but it's a pity that she looks like a runny little broken child at this time. ”

"Ye Chong's family is also surnamed Ye, and my mother is also surnamed Ye, was it because of this reason that they had been looking at each other unpleasantly, and now Ye Ling'er and I are also looking at each other unpleasantly, it seems that it is the legacy of the elders. ”

In fact, Fan Xian is a very calm person, but at this time, the scene is embarrassing, and it is inconvenient to walk away for a while, so he has to think about these things to hide his feelings.

............ After a long time, Ye Ling'er, who was crying and crying, finally calmed down under Fan Ruoruo's comfort, and then looked at Fan Xian's eyes with one more awe in addition to hatred. After all, she is a woman of the Ye family, her skills are not as good as others, and she will not be entangled more, so she actually struggled to salute Fan Xian and admit defeat.

Seeing that the other party was down, in this way, Fan Xian was a little embarrassed, coughed twice, and asked casually, "What palm technique did you use just now?"

"The big coffin. Ye Ling'er snorted, raised her face and replied stubbornly: "I admit defeat, but this is just that I don't learn the arts, and it has nothing to do with my Ye family's family martial arts." ”

Fan Xian felt that this girl finally had a hint of cuteness at this time, and said with a smile: "The name of the big coffin is good, it seems to be a simple version of the flowing clouds, and it is not easy for the girl to have such a martial arts cultivation." ”

This sedan chair is carried by everyone, someone in front of it has been lifted, and someone in the back has to carry it. So Ye Ling'er covered her bloodshot nose, snorted twice, and asked, "What trick did you use?" ”

The Ye family is all martial arts idiots, Ye Ling'er is not in a hurry to find a way back at this time, but is anxious to know what the trick of the other party's trick and unimaginable means is, Qingren is good at martial arts, but there has never been anyone like Fan Xian, just relying on his own true qi, speed, and judgment, and coming first, relying on his understanding of the structure of the human body, attacking the parts that the enemy never cares about, so as to achieve a small victory - this kind of technique Ye Ling'er has indeed never seen, but her uncle has seen it.

Fan Xian was stunned, thinking that his black fist didn't seem to be a trick, and he was slightly moved: "It's just a small means, Miss Ye go and treat your injuries." ”

These methods are a set of techniques that Wuzhu taught him killing skills, Fei Jie taught him people-recognizing skills, and the experience he used for the first time in Niulan Street. Fan Xian named this a small means, which is indeed true.

Later, Fan Xian's small methods were also famous in Kyoto, and he became a kind of title that could be used in martial arts compulsory books, which Fan Xian could not imagine at this time. Otherwise, he would definitely take a name such as "Shanzhou Folding Plum Hand" and "Sinan Liuyang Palm".

Today, however, small means always prevail over big coffins.

Although most of the "martial arts competitions" in ――――――――――――――――――――――――― Jingzhong are carried out in the mansion, it is not a new thing after all, so Fan Ye and Ye did not do anything because of this, Ye Ling'er, who admitted defeat, left in a huff, but before leaving, he insisted on handing the scimitar on his waist to Fan Xian, saying that it was the color after admitting defeat in the competition.

Sitting in the carriage, Fan Xian smiled bitterly and played with the color head in his hand, thinking that if he fought with a little girl for no reason, he might offend Ye Fu. Fan Ruoruo seemed to guess what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "It's not in the way, the children of the Ye Mansion are good at martial arts, and the world knows it, otherwise it would be impossible to become a great grandmaster." Ye Chongdà is very upright, and he will not be angry because of such a small thing. ”

Fan Xian sighed and said, "It's not entirely because of this matter, it's just that I feel like it's nonsense." ”

Fan Ruoruo smiled and asked, "It's really surprising that my brother refused to duel with her before. ”

"Accident? Are you worried that the people in Kyoto will think I'm cowardly? You also said before that she is only a seventh-rank master, and I am a strange scholar who has even killed an eighth-rank master. Even if I don't fight her, will the people in Kyoto still think that I am afraid of her?" Fan Xian smiled and said, "Although it is true that the sword is more powerful than words, if words alone are enough to humiliate and hit the other party, then why use the sword again." ”

After saying this, he suddenly slapped his thigh and said angrily: "Yes, we have already had a fight, and it is useless to talk about this." ”

Fan Ruoruo chuckled.

Fan Xian asked curiously, "Why does Miss Ye always look at me unpleasantly?"

"My sister doesn't know. Fan Ruoruo thought for a moment and responded: "I probably felt that my sister-in-law was going to marry you before, which was a very sad thing, and then although there was no such thing as zài, we lied to her again, which is equivalent to borrowing her help to let you see your sister-in-law, she couldn't swallow this breath." ”

Fan Xian smiled bitterly: "I know that there is no secret between the so-called handkerchiefs. ”

"The key is the students of Lord Fei. Fan Ruoruo continued to explain: "My brother used this name last time, and now it seems that many people know that our family has a good relationship with Lord Chen of the Supervision Yuan, probably because of this incident. ”

Fan Xian's heart sank, and he thought that he would not let others guess anything from this matter, right? But after thinking about it, the Ye family had been in Kyoto for a few months, and based on what he saw in front of him, it seemed that the people of Kyoto had long forgotten about the events of that year.

Fan Ruoruo handed him a piece of paper at this time, he took it and took a closer look, then crumpled it into a small paper ball and threw it out of the car window. On the paper are a few words written by Wan'er, the main purpose of coming to Beppu today is to discuss with his fiancée, and he is about to go to meet his father-in-law, what should he mention. Although Lin Wan'er has not lived with the prime minister since she was a child, after all, she is a father and daughter, and she is much clearer than herself, an outsider.

Second, the sky is slightly dark, and there are dark clouds approaching the city, which slightly reduces the blazing sun, but makes Kyoto feel more like a steamer.

Fan Xian wiped his sweat and squatted on the curb of Olebamboo Road, carefully picking the goods on the stalls. Jiazhu Road is a distribution center for antique toys in Kyoto, and those who are interested in these things like to come to this street when the weather is nice. Fan Xian learned the style of an expert, stepping on the shoulder of the road with one foot, stepping on the edge of the kraft paper stall with the other, and moving his fingers on the stall, for more than half an hour, but there was no final result.

The stall owner was a little anxious, but he was indeed a rich and noble person when he was dressed, so he didn't talk much, so he had to smile and say, "This son, what do you want to see?"

"Snuffbox. Fan Xian was a little helpless to speak, Wan'er said that the Prime Minister's biggest hobby over the years was playing snuff bottles, so he was expecting to find a good one today, but he didn't expect that he would be dazzled by all his eyes, and he didn't see anything that could enter his eyes.

"Well, you've got the right place. The stall owner's eyes lit up and said: "I have blue and white glaze, jadeite, amber, which one you want, especially jadeite, great, look at this." He picked up a small standing pot, the pot was green and slightly yellow, "See? boxwood green, although the age is not old, but the material workmanship has nothing to say." ”

"Do you have emeralds?" Fan Xian thought to himself, he had to pick the most expensive one. The stall owner was embarrassed and said: "The emerald is too expensive, used to make a snuff bottle, that is the only system in the palace, although now it is not very demanding of this, but if you want to find an emerald snuff box on the oleander road, it will be a little difficult." ”

The stall owner was a very good person, and he actually pointed out a big shop on the street to Fan Xian, saying that if he wanted to find an emerald snuff bottle, he had to go to that house.

Fan Xian thanked him, put down a piece of broken silver and took a piece of broken porcelain that he didn't know if it was true or not, and then got up and left. Wang Qinian watched from the sidelines, a smile appeared on his face, thinking that this adult was extremely gentle with the peddlers and pawns, and the key was to be as careful as a hair.

Entering the big store, there is a gust of breeze blowing in the face, look at it, but it is a pull screen fan is constantly shaking, Fan Xian was greatly admired, is not in a hurry to ask the snuff bottle, first pulled the shop owner to ask who sold this fan, after asking, I knew that it was a new product out of last year, the shop owner and the merchant have some friendship, so it was put in the hall as a live advertisement.

After asking the address of the business, Fan Xian began to ask about the snuff bottle. The shopkeeper looked Fan Xian up and down, confirmed the depth of the other party's purse from his clothes, and then entered the back room and carefully took out a box, put it on the table and opened it. The box is covered with broken red brocade, and the extremely soft material holds the snuff bottles of various materials to prevent them from breaking. The boss didn't talk much, and asked very neatly: "To be good, or to be the best." ”

Fan Xian liked this feeling and smiled: "Of course it's the best." ”

Hearing this, the boss actually put the box on the cover, groped around his waist for a long time, and took out a small jade pot with a light green sè, the material is green and moist, without a trace of flocculent storage zài, it is really a good material, which depicts a fishing man sitting alone by the cold river, not only the artistic conception is superior, the brushwork touch is slender and supple, and the craftsmanship is extremely rare to see ghost work.

"Make an offer. Fan Xian took it and played with it in the palm of his hand, feeling that the palm was warm, and the feel was very good, some itchy, some slippery, and some moist.

"Two thousand taels of silver. The boss was expressionless, and seemed to be very tired of someone coming to buy things, and seemed to ignore it a little, but it made Fan Xian interested, the goods are really good, and the style of the old store is indeed different.

He thought about it, and all the silver he saved in Tangzhou plus his sister's filial piety was given to his younger brother to open a bookstore, and the bookstore is now doing a good business, but the silver in his back hand has not been brought back to himself, so later Tong Guò Fujizijing transferred two thousand taels of silver in Gongzhong, except for the four hundred taels used to drink flower wine on the flower boat, and the last seven have been used for eight purposes, and there are more than 1,300 taels left, so he frowned and said: "Eight hundred taels." ”