In the back garden of Ye's Mansion, Ye Wan's eyes shrank, staring at the little guy in Tsing Yi without blinking, he didn't expect that after being shouted by himself, the other party would have such courage to turn around and face himself head-on, instead of choosing to go over the wall in the first time.

Fan Xian turned around calmly, there was only a calm in his eyes, but there was no trace of the rest of the feelings, he looked at the strange young general in front of him, and immediately distinguished the identity of the other party. can go to Ye Ling'er to live alone in the small garden without passing through, there are only two men in the Ye family, young and old, since the other party is not Ye Chong, it is naturally General Ye Wan, who has been prosperous in this year and has been admired by countless Qing army soldiers.

A year ago, or even more ago, between Fan Xian and Ye Wan, the two most powerful young people in Nanqing, there might be some feelings of sympathy for each other, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for each other. Just like Fan Xian and the eldest prince at the beginning, he had a grudge at the beginning, and finally got closer and closer because of his love.

However, it is impossible today, today's Fan Xian is Nanqing's rebellion, a heinous sinner, but Ye Wan is a sudden rise of the general, and His Majesty Xià's most trusted figure in private. The most important thing is that Fan Xian has experienced a long journey to the snowfield, and seems to have taken a look down on the world, and his eyes are only calm and indifferent.

This kind of calm and indifference represents a strong confidence, and in Ye Wan's view, it is a strong disdain, the resentment and anger in his heart that hide a few rì suddenly occupied his whole body, and this kind of anger did not make his judgment deviate in the slightest, but he was more calm.

"Fan Xian is here!" Ye Wan shouted, although he really wanted to have a fair decisive battle with Fan Xian, but he would not make this kind of mistake, for the Nanqing Imperial Court, Fan Xian was like a fish bone that could not be swallowed, being able to catch this person, or killing this person, was what Ye Wan wanted to do the most.

His Majesty once said that this person is immortal, the sacred heart is uneasy, and Ye Wan, as a minister, must suppress his pride, so when he shouted and informed the soldiers outside the garden, he chose to retreat as soon as possible, and blocked Fan Xian's retreat with this gesture of weakness, and did not hesitate to buy more time in this more humiliating way.

As long as the pro-soldiers arrived, the voice of Kyoto was great, and Ye Wan didn't believe that Fan Xian could escape. Fan Xian also understood this, so when Ye Wan spoke indifferently, he had already pounced.

Fan Xian pounced like a puff of smoke, although it was gentle, but in the gentle shadow, it was mixed with a chilling domineering, tearing the cold air of late autumn and tearing the tranquility of the world in this garden.

The strong and domineering momentum that came to his face made Ye Wan's eyes squint when he took three steps back, and he seemed to feel the strong wind in front of him, as piercing as an ice blade, and his heart was shocked, but his face was still calm and unchanged, and he didn't have time to draw his knife, his hands were wrong in front of him, his left fist and right palm intersected, and in a very short time, he built a hand bridge extremely strong and sealed it in front.

As soon as the hand bridge came out, it was like an iron chain across the river, and a solemn and powerful aura arose spontaneously, blocking before Fan Xian's punch, and directly lining the driftwood floating on the Ruojiang River with that domineering punch, although the castration was fierce, there was no trace of the feeling that the chain could be broken.

Fan Xianren was in mid-air, but his eyes had already narrowed, he had been repairing the Ye family's coffin for several years, and he was very clear about the Ye family's family kung fu, but Ye Wanjin took three steps back, looking weak, but unexpectedly, as soon as the hand bridge was built, there was a thick wall in the air.

This kind of vigorous and wonderful sealing style is definitely not the content of the big splitting coffin, could it be Ye Liuyun's loose hands? Could it be that the great art left by the great master was learned by this young general?

Fan Xian's heart trembled slightly, but his subordinates did not slow down in the slightest, the aura exuded by the square hand bridge in front of him was too strong, he knew that his domineering punch might not be able to break through the opponent's defense, and the power of Liuyun San's hand was that the real situation was fickle, once the opponent's hand bridge sealed his own bridge, the next counterattack technique that would be conjured up, I was afraid that the speed would overwhelm him.

And more importantly, the counterattack of the flowing clouds is like floating clouds in the sky, and it is difficult for anyone to catch the real thing. Even if Fan Xian was not afraid, if he was really sealed by Liuyunsan's hand, he would not be able to retreat for a while, and Ye Wan would obviously not mind dragging him in order to catch or kill him, and then join forces with others to attack.

............ With a whoosh, as if it was a trick, a black sè delicate crossbow arrow suddenly came out of Fan Xian's sleeve, exceeding the speed of his fist, and with a thud it reached Ye Wan's hand bridge.

This hand is very dangerous, Fan Xian has always been a dangerous person, but this sound seems to be problematic, the delicate poison-feeding crossbow arrow is like shè into the wood, only a small red dot was left on Ye Wan's calloused but still white hands, and he fell down dejectedly.

After Ye Liuyun's loose hand cultivation was to the extreme, he could hold the sword of the Sigu Sword extremely violent, his nephew Ye Wan obviously did not have this realm, but in the face of Fan Xian's dangerous crossbow arrows, he was extremely powerful.

The black light was followed by a bright light, and with a snort, Fan Xian's clenched fist suddenly dispersed, and a black dagger stabbed down fiercely.

Ye Wan's face was still calm, not moving at all, and the two hands that intersected with one fist and one palm became soft before the black sè dagger, turning into two clouds in the sky, and gently attached to Fan Xian's black sè dagger, making Fan Xian's thousands of domineering energy, as if he had plunged into the cotton mire, without causing the slightest wave.

He is strong, he is strong, Fan Xian met the Ye family's real bright moon river for the first time, Qingfeng Mountain, and he couldn't get in an inch!

............ Fan Xian's right foot stomped heavily on the stone slab between the two, and the slate cracked like a spider web! His face remained unchanged, but the index finger of his right hand was a very clever hook, and a small trick rushed out, and the black dagger drew an extremely poignant bright arc along his fingertips.

At this time, the two of them were already close at hand, Ye Wan had no way to retreat, Fan Xian had to break through, and everyone had already raised their cultivation to the peak realm in an instant.

The black sè dagger with the poignant strength was cut, Ye Wan's hands suddenly turned into two old trees, and the leafless branches and roots bloomed, and Dangdangdang and the black sè's dagger quickly touched dozens of times, but there was no trace of scars left on those withered fingers!

In this moment of lightning, the corners of Fan Xian's lips curled, and he smiled slightly, with only peace and the confidence represented by this calm, and the strength of this confidence. The black dagger on his fingertips slashed dozens of times in a row, and all of them were blocked back, but he took advantage of the situation to take the dagger back, and his left hand, which had been hanging calmly at his waist, was clenched into a fist, without giving any jīng wonderful angle, nor mixing with the techniques taught by any great grandmaster, but just smashed it fiercely.

With a muffled bang, Fan Xian's left fist smashed the hand bridge that Ye Wan had rearranged in an instant!

Between the two powerful young men, who had progressed to the battle based on martial arts cultivation, Fan Xian gave up his external feelings and skills, was unreasonable, and fought with Ye Wan very toughly against the true qi in his body.

The fist and the palm of the hand touched together without hindrance.

Ye Wan's face was slightly black, and turned white in an instant, his left foot was stepped on the back, his hands were stopped in front of him, and the whole person's body formed a beautiful arrow-shaped body, and his hind feet were like a tsubaki nailed to the rocks, and his two hands were like an iron plate, blocking any attack that came to him.

Fan Xian's body is still so relaxed and casual, just like he punched out very mindlessly under anger, his two feet are still not bad, and his body is still not in shape.

A powerful wave spread outward from the bodies of the two people in the garden, and the autumn wind blew loudly, and I don't know how many gravel and fallen leaves were shaken.

Fan Xian's eyes lit up, staring at Ye Wan's slightly dark and murderous face that was close at hand, he didn't seem to expect that the true qi in Ye Wan's body was so strong that after sealing his secret hand twice in a row, he could still resist his long-standing domineering punch.

How did Ye Wan cultivate such a strong and solid True Qi in his body? Could it be that when this person was exiled to Nanzhao, he was actually tempering his jīng god and will without sleep? As soon as he thought of this, Fan Xian faintly felt a little admiration for the other party, but there were already footsteps outside the garden, and Fan Xian didn't want to delay any longer.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, but he didn't know that the shock in Ye Wan's heart on the other side was even more indescribable, Ye Wan knew how strong his strength was, but ...... In the face of Fan Xian's seemingly random punch, he actually had the inauspicious idea that the hand bridge would be washed away, and the reason why he had this thought was purely because Ye Wan was in the field, and he felt more truly that the strength of the domineering Fan Xian was stronger than the legend!

At this moment, Ye Wan finally understood where the reputation of the four words of Lord Fan finally came from, and he finally understood why His Majesty ordered him to take three steps back once he saw Fan Xian.

If Ye Wan hadn't taken three steps back before and built the bridge first, otherwise, with Fan Xian's change of opportunity, his strength was strong, and his shot was ruthless, I was afraid that in an instant, he would destroy his mind with three consecutive blows, and he would not give himself a chance to show his hands at all!

Is he really inferior to him? Although Ye Wan's expression was still calm and calm, his heart was full of strong impulses to fight the other party for the last time!

............ Fan Xian didn't give Ye Wan this chance. Although it is impossible to kill the other party in one move, he decides to leave an indelible impression on the other party, leaving a happy outcome for himself for this first encounter between the two that is destined to be passed on to future generations.

So Fan Xian's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the clothes on his body began to tremble in the autumn wind, and a touch of extremely faint, but endless, heaven and earth vitality, along the autumn wind, along the hollows in his clothes, along every inch of skin on his body, began to pour into his body constantly.

Fan Xian's eyes closed, covering the bright light of the strange person in his eyes, and with a muffled snort, his left arm swelled, and his fist, which had been castrated, vomited all his strength at this moment!

............ The dam made of sand and stone blocked the mighty river for thousands of miles, but the river water became higher and higher, and the water potential became bigger and bigger.

A large hall that was about to collapse, topped by countless thick and straight logs below, barely supported the existence of this palace, however, the earth began to shake, and an energy that had not existed, but suddenly appeared in the world, shook the earth, shook the foundations of those logs, and made the logs fall down at root. The main hall lost its support and collapsed with a bang.

From the very beginning, he responded to all changes with the same, scattered his hands with the Ye family's flowing clouds, and built a bridge with sealing gestures, successfully sealing Fan Xian's three consecutive strikes. Ye Wan didn't have any pride, even if he was facing the powerful Fan Xian, it was because he knew best how powerful he was. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that the bridge he had built with his two hands had been washed away, and the hall of his body was about to collapse...... It turns out that Fan Xian's strength is still above the legend and his own judgment!

A gust of autumn wind blew, and the dead leaves that were fluttering around by the vigor of the two began to fly again. In the flying fallen leaves, Fan Xian's unusually steady fist broke through the hand bridge in the hand of the Ye family, and hit Ye Wan's right chest fiercely!

The autumn wind rose again, the fallen leaves flew again, and there was no trace of Fan Xian in the Ye family's back garden, only the pale Ye Wan remained, covering his chest and forcibly swallowing the mouthful of blood that gushed to his lips.

The guards finally rushed to the park at this time, but they didn't see any trace of the enemy, only saw General Xiao Ye, who had always been invincible, and it seemed that he was defeated!

From Ye Wan seeing the little girl in Tsing Yi to these soldiers rushing into the garden, it was actually only about ten seconds, and in these ten seconds, the two important figures who influenced Nanqing in the future had their first meeting in their lives, and the winners and losers were divided.

Ye Wan covered his chest, forcibly subdued the boiling true qi in his body, and his eyes quickly replied to the slaughter, and said in a cold voice: "Inform the palace that Fan Xian is back." ”

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers finally knew whose hands the general who was regarded as a killing god by them was defeated, and everyone's faces showed shocked expressions.

Ye Wan turned around slowly, squinting at the high wall that Fan Xian had jumped out of before, his mood was extremely complicated, it was a kind of anger and unwillingness intertwined. In the previous battle, as a minister, his first thought was to keep the other party, so from the beginning, he was on the defensive, and the momentum fell to the disadvantage, so he was unwilling, if he changed the scene, maybe it would be much better, right?

Fan Xian's last punch was able to easily break through his own hand bridge! Although Fan Xian's domineering true qi broke through Liuyun Sanshou, it was impossible to leave too much lethality, but being defeated and injured by the other party was an undeniable fact, especially the powerful true qi that gushed out of that fist at the end, which made Ye Wan understand the fact that he was indeed not Fan Xian's opponent now.

Ye Wan would never underestimate his enemies, especially for a well-known figure like Fan Xian, but he still didn't expect that the strength that Fan Xian showed today was even stronger than the legend, more powerful than the military intelligence, and more than his own prediction!

The cough sounded, Ye Wan wiped the blood from his lips with the corner of his sleeve, his eyes were cold, and he was extremely angry, the reason for his anger was why life was so unfair?

This is impossible! Fan Xian did not live a few years longer than himself, why was he able to cultivate to such a realm? Genius? Could it be that having genius can outweigh his own diligence?

............ Fan Xian didn't know the anger of the young general in the Ye Mansion behind him, even if he knew, he was afraid that he wouldn't understand, because he knew better than anyone that he was definitely not a genius in martial arts cultivation, but his luck was good, and he was hardworking and diligent than anyone else.

In the final analysis, he and Ye Wan are on the same path. It's just that Fan Xian has been practicing domineering skills since he was born, and he has been afraid of death since the first day of his life, this kind of pressure, this kind of feeling, no one in the world can compare, so it will create his current weird realm.

defeated Ye Wan, but he couldn't kill the other party, Fan Xian's heart didn't have a trace of pride and pride, because his self-confidence based on his current strong strength had already allowed him to transcend a certain category.

He lowered his head, got rid of the gradually undulating sāo movement in Kyoto, and returned to the inn in silence, and then he saw the silent Uncle Gotake, who was not looking at the scenery by the window today, but lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

As soon as human beings think, God laughs, and if Wuzhu starts to think, who will laugh? Fan Xian coughed lightly twice, coughed up the bloody sputum that was previously injured by the shock of Ye Wan's hand bridge, looked at Uncle Wuzhu and said, "He knows that I am back, and I will enter the palace tonight." ”

Although he knew that there was not much point in saying these words, he didn't know why, Fan Xian was still used to explaining what he had done to Uncle Wuzhu. It's like coughing up blood all night before the Snow Temple.

Wuzhu really didn't react in the slightest, just lowered his head.

Fan Xian's head gradually lowered.

The night was getting deeper, and there was no light in the room of the inn, just darkness, two people.

............ By the dawn of the next day, the inn's room had become empty, and the unlit candles were still in their delicate appearance, and no sticky tears were shed to pay tribute to the vengeance and end that was about to begin.

Shortly after midnight, Fan Xian changed into the clothes of a eunuch and escaped into the night of Kyoto, and before leaving the inn, he gave Uncle Wuzhu one last deep look, without trying to wake up the other party and invite the other party to join the conflict of human emotions.

Wuzhu didn't seem to care about his departure, but waited until dawn alone. As soon as the sky was brightened, it rained in Kyoto in late autumn and early winter, and the icy rain crackled against the transparent glass windows, and flowers bloomed on them.

It's rain, not snow, but it's cold. The cold rain never became heavier, but it just fell slightly, hitting the tiles of Kyoto's houses, and in the bluestone alleys, the small bridges and flowing water, resounding with a very rhythmic, slow and beautiful melody.

All the houses in Kyoto that are bathed in a small cold rain have windows, and most of these windows are made of glass after the revival of the Uiku dynasty, when the price of glass in the Kokunai fell sharply.

Therefore, when all the cold rain falls on the earth, flowers of different sizes will bloom on the glass.

Wuzhu, who was covered with black cloth, sat quietly by the window, looking at the rain flowers blooming on the glass window, I don't know how long he was silent, and suddenly stretched out a finger and gently pointed on the glass, as if he wanted to touch the beautiful flower outside the window, but he was a little helpless to be separated by the glass.

"It's glass. Wuzhu suddenly broke the silence, looked out the window alone, and said without a trace of emotion: "I did it." ”

Wuzhu sat for a long time, then he stood up and looked out the window in silence, as if remembering that it was already time for him to go shopping, so he turned around and pushed the door out of the room, walked down the stairs, walked out of the inn, and walked into the cold rain.

There were a lot of dirty spots on his clothes, which were smashed by a Kyoto naughty boy at an alley yesterday afternoon, and Fan Xian was in a heavy mood all night, so he didn't notice this.

No one goes shopping in the rain, and there may be couples who like to play and walk in the rain with umbrellas, but there should be no such thing in this world. The scholar held an umbrella and howled in the rain to break the poem, that is an idiot, covered with black cloth, a cloth cloth of five bamboos walking in the rain, but I don't know how many people who sheltered from the rain surprised eyes.

The icy rain soaked Gotake's cloth and swallowed up the dirty mud spots, and he walked alone in the rain in silence and loneliness, walking through the streets and alleys of Kyoto, letting the rain wet his forever black and beautiful hair, and also wet the black cloth that had been covered with thousands of years of wind and frost.

Rain dripped down the edges of the black cloth.