Your mother's surname is Ye.

Before coming to Dongyi City, Fan Xian had long expected that in this city, he would definitely meet people or things related to the old Ye family or the past. Because he knew very well that after his mother Ye Qingmei came to this world, her first foothold was Dongyi City.

On the night of the sixteenth year, Uncle Wuzhu once told him for the first time about Ye Qingmei, a qiē remembered by this amnesiac patient. The Ye family's industry originated in Dongyi City, and the first wealth in the world was also in Dongyi City, but later I don't know what considerations were found, Ye Qingmei finally chose Nanqing, which was not very powerful at that time, or chose the now extremely powerful emperor His Majesty.

Ye Qingmei left Dongyi City, I don't know if she went back later, but Fan Xian knew that this big city must be very important to her, but he didn't expect that Sigu Jian would suddenly mention the past at this time, and use such an awkward and shoddy excuse.

"Excuse me. Fan Xian glanced at Gu Jian and said with a wry smile: "What do you want to say, I know very well, but she is her, and I am me." ”

"Can it be split? Could it be that your mother is willing to watch the Dongyi City she once fought for become something no different from any county in Nanqing?" ”

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, simply sat down in the open space next to the wheelchair, his legs hung in the sword mound, flicked it empty, and said with a sneer: "Although I haven't seen the things on Dadong Mountain with my own eyes, I always know some details. I've heard what you once said to Uncle Wuzhu. ”

"Do you want me to be the city lord of Dongyi City?" Fan Xian turned his head and glanced at the sword, and said sarcastically: "Just by virtue of my identity as half of the Dongyi people? Could it be that you have been hiding in the sword house for so long to come up with such a response? Don't forget that I am a Nanqing person after all, and the relationship between me and His Majesty is already doomed." Don't expect to use the identity of a city lord to stir up His Majesty's suspicion and force me to break with him. ”

He waved his arm and said calmly, "There is no such possibility. ”

"Of course, I won't be the city lord of Dongyi City. ”

............ Sigu Jian said indifferently: "You are so afraid of death, of course I am afraid that your emperor Lao Tzu will kill you, I never expected you to dare to take over Dongyi City, I just remind you of one sentence, you don't need to consider the interests of Nanqing people congenitally, I just calm your heart, even if you think more about Dongyi City, it is not a big rebellion." ”

"I've thought enough about the people of Dongyi City. Fan Xian didn't give an inch, "With those words I said before, do you think that who will give up so many benefits but me? Who will risk His Majesty's wrath to persuade him to accept these conditions?"

"Is that enough?" Si Gu Jian closed his eyes and said slowly, "Or did you never think about how your mother died back then?"

............ In the depths of the sword house, countless swords in the big pit surged at the same time in an instant, making a whining and mournful sound, and kept trembling, as if they were about to break in unison the next moment. Fan Xian's legs hanging in the sword mound also stopped swinging at this moment, his eyebrows gradually became solemn, and his eyes were filled with an indescribable feeling.

There was no one around, and with the realm of looking around the sword, he naturally didn't worry that someone would eavesdrop, but Fan Xian still felt that his heart was beginning to tighten, and he twitched one by one, and there was some irresistible pain.

He took a deep breath, his face was a little abnormally white, and said softly, "Or, what advice do you have that can convince people?"

"Nope. Si Gu Jian said indifferently: "I'm just guessing, how can someone like your mother die so inexplicably, the pig's head of Queen Qingguo, or the old bitch of the Queen Mother can kill your mother, and your mother is not your mother." ”

"That's it?"

"Kuhe also uses guessing, Chen Pingping also uses guessing, why can't I guess?"

Fan Xian's lips trembled slightly, and he said softly: "Guess this kind of thing...... It's better not to take it out and say it's good, it's going to die. ”

"Really?" Si Gu Jian suddenly laughed, his laughter was filled with endless viciousness and ridicule, "It's really rare to see people who are afraid of death and being like you." ”

Fan Xian knew what the other party despised, and said with an unchanged face: "Being able to easily kill your whole family is rare in the first place." ”

The face of the sword changed, and a sè of arrogance was born in his pupils, as if he might kill Fan Xian at any time, and a sword intent that tore people's hearts began to permeate the heavens and the earth again. However, Fan Xian didn't seem to have the slightest feeling this time, glanced at him disdainfully, and said, "Just do it, are you still afraid that people can't say it?"

"As for me, my affairs don't need you to cāo heart. He frowned, and sighed helplessly: "Sometimes I really don't understand, what do you big people, old monsters, think, why do you have to push me to the opposite side of His Majesty, do you really think that I have the ability to fight him? The most important thing is that you really think that I am willing to ...... To rebel against him?"

He looked at Gu Jian's angry eyes, shook his head and said, "Anyway, he is always my father, so I don't understand what you people think. ”

"Father?" looked at the sword and shrunk his body into the wheelchair, the whole person was like a sharp sword that had been sheathed, and there was no longer any brilliance, "If you really have to be anxious, Dad, Mom, you can kill it." ”

Fan Xian's heart was slightly cold, and he shook his head with a wry smile, thinking that it was really unnecessary to discuss such a thing as human ethics with this big idiot.

Regarding the real cause of Ye Qingmei's death, at the most critical moment of the Kyoto rebellion, before the eldest princess died, she had made a note to Fan Xian, and Chen Pingping's intentional or unintentional behavior seemed to prove this, but Chen Pingping did not say it, and Fan Shangshu did not say it, these two old comrades-in-arms who had experienced this incident back then finally set their sights on a certain person after suspecting each other for many years.

But they were unwilling to tell Fan Xian about this matter clearly and unambiguously. Except for the old monster who is not afraid of heaven and earth and wants to watch Nanqing have a big problem, no one wants to try to lead Fan Xian to a dead end that cannot be returned just because of speculation.

"You're going to die soon, don't expect to see me Nanqing civil strife before you die. Fan Xian nodded slightly, as if he wanted to persuade Sigu Jian and to convince himself, "Accept my sincerity, and then wait for death in peace, the thousands of people of Dongyi City, I will take good care of you." ”

Si Gu Jian looked indifferently straight ahead for a long time before he spoke: "Believe me, one day, you will walk on the path arranged by this thief. ”

"I am...... "Fan Xian said with a laugh, but coughed with laughter, his face was flushed, and the wolf was unbearable.

Si Gu Jian glanced at him disdainfully.

Fan Xian was angered by this vision, and said in a cold voice: "Whether it is Kuhe or you, it seems that before you die, you have pinned your hopes on me, isn't this a ridiculous thing in itself? This is not the will of heaven, it is just the selfish thoughts of you big people." ”

"Selfish?" looked at the sword and shook his head, "I don't know what that old bald man did before he died. ”

Fan Xian shrugged his shoulders and said, "He sent the most proud second disciple to Kyoto to renew Chen Pingping's life, it seems that he is counting on Chen Pingping to become the factor of my Nanqing civil strife." ”

"Hahahaha......" Si Gu Jian couldn't help laughing, and scolded while laughing: "This dead bald head, I thought so." Looking at the appearance, he is counting on Emperor Qing and Chen Pingping to make a big fuss, you are caught in the middle and it is difficult to be a person, and then force you to go crazy...... Well, your kid has a good judgment, and he, like me, puts his hopes in you. Just ......"

Si Gu Jian twisted his neck, and said disdainfully: "Kuhe is too stupid, this kind of thing is just forcing you directly, why bother with Chen Pingping's hand, that old black dog's loyalty to Emperor Qingguo, Kuhe is estimated to be poor." ”

"Please, I'm right in front of you, and you just said that you want to force me to rebel, doesn't it seem boring?" Fan Xian sighed while pointing to the big dirt pit in front of him, pointing to the sword that looked particularly old after being blown by the wind and rain, and said: "I obviously know that there is a pit in front of me, do I still want to jump into it?"

Si Gu Jian didn't answer this question directly, shrunk back and said, "Actually, whether you recognize yourself as a Dongyi person or not, I won't worry too much about the stupid people in this city. Don't forget, Miss Ning is an authentic Dongyi person, and your eldest prince can't say that he doesn't admit his life experience like you. ”

Fan Xian shrugged, knowing that what he said was right, His Majesty now only has three sons left, and two of the adult ones have too much to do with Dongyi City, and Nanqing really wants to send troops to attack, which is indeed a lot of trouble.

"The most critical question is that in life, there are many pitfalls, and you know that they are in front of you, but you are forced to have no choice but to jump with your eyes open. ”

Looking around at the sword, his mouth was deflated, and one arm pointed to the depths of the sword pit, the whole person was mixed with the breath of a dead old man and the sense of oppression that was difficult to resist, and said quietly: "Three years ago, I told Zhilan that I knew that this was a big pit in front of me, but I still had to jump down. ”

This is talking about the matter of Dadong Mountain, whether it is the bitter lotus or the Sigu Sword, before leaving for the Assassin Emperor, they have thought about it countless times, and they have all suspected that this is a big pit, but the time is not waiting, the situation is pressing, the two great masters have to jump, and then fall extremely miserable.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then said: "There is nothing to say about these things, when the mission arrives, the things that should be done must be done, and I don't need you to come to my heart, so I ...... Shouldn't we talk about something happier?"

............ "Happy?" Si Gu Jian suddenly scolded in annoyance, "Lao Tzu is about to die, and he hasn't been out of this dilapidated house for more than two years, how can he be happy?"

"Oh, you are so pitiful, although you are in cultivation, you are incapacitated, you don't dare to go out of the house at will, and you are forced to sit for several years by your big apprentice. Fan Xian sneered and said: "Back then, King Wei Ling was starved to death by his own son in the palace, if Yun Zhilan also came to do this, you, the great grandmaster, would inevitably die too ugly." ”

"I'm not King Wei Ling's kind of waste. Si Gu Jian's eye sockets were deeply sunken, glowing with a cold light, "I just don't want to go out, what does it have to do with Zhilan." ”

"It's a bit of a pitiful feeling of being old and dying in a wheelchair, but you have to get used to it. "Fan Xian knew that he was telling the truth, even if he was a great grandmaster who was about to die, if he wanted to leave the house, who would dare to stop him, who could stop him?

"Well, that makes sense. Si Gu Jian suddenly glanced down at him and said, "The sun is good today, otherwise you push me out for a walk?"

Fan Xian was stunned on the spot, thinking to himself that he didn't know how many masters were eyeing him outside the Sword Mansion, even if he looked around the sword and spoke to protect himself, but walking around Dongyi City?

"His Majesty the Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty is still in the Lu. He looked down and whispered.

"Isn't that your woman? Sigu Jian coughed twice, called the boy, and went to the room to invite the little emperor of Northern Qi. After a short time, the little emperor, who had already put on his clothes, walked slowly from the opposite side of the sword shrine, and from a distance, he saw Si Gu Jian sitting in a wheelchair, and Fan Xian, who was sitting next to the sword shrine very rudely.

Last night's clothes may have been torn long ago, Jian Lu was well prepared, and the little emperor Zhan Doudou was wearing a light green sè dress today, which didn't look like the slightest flattery, and some were just a weak Confucian atmosphere.

Coming to the side of the two, the little emperor smiled slightly, and said in a deep voice: "The face of the Sword Saint is really rare to see. ”

Si Gu Jian tilted his head slightly, and did not answer this question extremely rudely, but waved his hand to drive the boy away, and after a long time, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he looked at the Emperor of Northern Qi and said softly: "I have seen the Emperor Xià." ”

"Lord Swordmaster is polite. The little emperor's gaze didn't look at Fan Xian who was sitting on him at all, this kind of qi cultivation kung fu was really a first-rate person in the world.

However, the calm appearance was easily broken by the Sigu Sword. The great grandmaster looked at the Northern Qi Emperor with a complicated expression, and said in a hissing voice: "There is nothing to see about an old monster like me, just a female emperor, but it is the first one in a thousand years, I am very happy to be able to see His Majesty with my own eyes." ”

As soon as these words came out, the face of the little emperor of Northern Qi suddenly changed, and he stared at Fan Xian fiercely in annoyance and coldness, but Fan Xian did not react at all.

Looking at the little emperor, he smiled and said, "One, I already know that His Majesty is a woman. Two, I'm dying and won't talk around much, I'm a weirdo who likes to keep candy in his box and don't share it with others. ”

Si Gu Jian didn't look at the little emperor whose face was constantly changing, and continued to say softly: "Three, because I am about to die, we can talk more directly between us, I was persuading Fan Xian to rebel before, I don't know if His Majesty is interested in this mentions. ”

The little emperor took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the slight fear and uneasiness in his heart, and said calmly: "I am very interested in this mentions, if Xiao Fan Da fails, you can come to my Northern Qi to pass the rìzi." ”

"I think the same way, whether it is to be a city lord or a male queen, it is more comfortable to think than to be a slave of Emperor Qing...... It's just that he won't agree. ”

Fan Xian sat on the edge of the pit next to the sword mound and said: "The scholar rebelled, and it didn't work out for ten years, don't you know that I am the most famous scholar in the world." ”

"yes. Si Gu Jian laughed strangely, looked at the little emperor and said: "So we plan not to continue this topic, but to go to the city and the seaside, I don't know if the emperor is interested." ”

"Can I say no?" said the little emperor with a slight anger.

Fan Xian replied below: "Of course not." ”

―――――――――――――――――――― Sigu Sword is the god of Dongyi City, and whether the gods and men are active or passive, they always have to keep a distance, so it is obvious that this great master in a wheelchair has not come out for many years to look at the street scene casually, and the whole person seems to be more excited.

Fan Xian and the little emperor walked slowly behind the wheelchair at this time, occasionally glancing at each other, but did not speak. They were actually shocked in their hearts that the three of them left the Sword House so easily, without letting the masters of the Sword House and Northern Qi find any traces.

Even if it was Sigu Jian, being able to do this still shocked Fan Xian. Walking in the streets and alleys of Dongyi City, Fan Xian could clearly sense that no one was following him. Of course, with the realm of the Sigu Sword, if someone follows for more than a moment, I am afraid that they will immediately be split into countless blood balls by the rootless sword intent in the wheelchair.

The three of them came to a large tree on the outskirts of the city, the canopy stretched very widely, and the green sè covered the sky, so they rested here to hide from the blazing rì.

Si Gu Jian lowered his head, looked at the loess mud next to the wheelchair and the gap at the root of the tree, and suddenly said: "Decades ago, it was under this tree that I saw your mother and Wuzhu, a dead blind man, for the first time. It's just that I forgot if I was watching the ants move, or watching the bugs pile up dung balls. ”