"For the sake of the world, please rest in peace. ”

Hearing this sentence in the rain, Fan Xian couldn't stop laughing, the smile was not exaggerated, the half of the delicate face exposed outside the hat, the corners of the lips were slightly upturned, with a trace of disdain, a trace of absurdity. This was his truest inner reaction, probably even he never thought that he would meet these ascetics when he entered the Qing Temple in the rain, and the temperament shown by these ascetics was so weird.

There are few people in the world who know about it, and the only one who knows anything about that ethereal place is undoubtedly Fan Xian, who accompanied Sean to his death. In the reborn rìzi, he has not only conjectured about this question once, but has never revealed anything at all. Fan Xian knows a lot about the sacrifices that serve the temples in this world, ascetics or monks, and the most famous of them is undoubtedly the National Master of the Northern Qi Dynasty, the head of Tianyi, and the Master of Kuhe. However, even the master of Kuhe never thought that he had inherited the will of the temple, and he would pity the hard work of the common people, so he would punish him on behalf of the heavens.

These ascetics in the rain in front of them were extremely serious and resolute in saying such words, and they couldn't help but sneer secretly.

"Why does it have to be me to rest in peace and not someone else?" Fan Xian slowly lowered the smile on his face, looked at the ascetics around him and asked calmly: "If there is really a god in the world, presumably in his eyes, all beings must be equal, if this is the case, why do you want to target me? Could it be the ascetics who serve the temple...... It's just a rat who bullies the weak and fears the hard?"

These sarcastic words obviously had no effect on the ascetics, who still knelt calmly beside Fan Xian, looking as if they were worshipping him, but the pure aura of jīng, which had already condensed into one, had firmly controlled Fan Xian's figure in the room.

"It's not difficult to let me enter the palace to ask for sin, but I need an explanation, why is the sinner me?" Fan Xian slowly ripped off the rain hat with the collar attached, let the faint raindrops slowly flow down his smooth black hair, and said seriously: "I didn't know that you who were unknown were such fanatics, and I could understand what you didn't say, which was nothing more than to dominate the world, eliminate the unrest and war that had lasted for decades, and let the people of Li people be able to find a happy life...... But I don't understand how you should judge that the man will be able to fulfill your hopes and carry out the will of the temple perfectly?"

Fan Xian turned around slightly, and then felt that the solemn aura around him was like a living thing, and it deflected, very smooth and smooth, without a trace of stagnation, and without revealing a trace of loopholes that could be exploited. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, he really didn't expect that these ascetics could really combine their individual realms to form such a powerful force.

Perhaps this is the reason why His Majesty the Emperor recalled these ascetics with a dull appearance and a fanatical heart to Kyoto during this time.

From the first step in entering the Qing Temple, if Fan Xian wanted to get rid of the siege of these ascetics, he should have reacted as soon as possible, but he had already missed that opportunity and fell into the siege. This may be because he underestimated the strength of the ascetics, but it was more important because he wanted to talk to them, so that he could use these conversations to understand some things that he wanted to know, such as why the ascetics of Qingmiao tried their best to support Emperor Qing, completely ignoring the oppression of Qingmiao by the imperial court and the palace over the years, and ...... Does the Emperor have anything to do with that ethereal temple?

In the rain, more than a dozen ascetics changed their kneeling posture to sit cross-legged, still surrounding the standing Fan Xian in the center, their faces were indifferent, and they seemed to have long been haunted by foreign objects. After a long silence, perhaps these ascetics still hoped that this Fan Gongzi could be persuaded by themselves, so as not to let Qingguo, who was about to dominate the country, fall into turmoil, so a voice sounded directly in front of Fan Xian.

An ascetic monk clasped his hands together, and the raindrops hung on his weak eyelashes, and said leisurely: "Your Majesty is the one who has received the apocalypse, and we walkers should help Your Majesty to rule the world and benefit all people." ”

"Apocalypse, when?" Fan Xian asked, staring at the ascetic's old face, and he saw that the ages of the ascetics were not young.

"Decades ago. A voice sounded from behind Fan Xian's side, and the answer was extremely vague, but Fan Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, but he began to think quickly.

"Has a messenger conveyed the purpose of the temple to you?" Fan Xian asked.

"Yes. This time it was another ascetic who answered, and he answered cleanly and without any delay, but this answer made Fan Xian's eyes narrow even more.

The temple occasionally has envoys to patrol the world, which in itself is one of the biggest secrets of this continent, if he hadn't grown up beside Uncle Wuzhu since he was a child, and knew so many secrets from Sean Chen Pingping, he would definitely not be able to ask these words, but ...... These ascetics were not surprised when they heard the word messenger from Fan Xian, as if they had expected that Fan Xian knew some secrets of the temple, but this incident surprised Fan Xian.

"But the Great Priest is dead, Sanshi is dead, and so are your companions on Dadong Mountain...... All dead. Fan Xian continued to speak very calmly, but even Qiu Yu couldn't hide the viciousness and mockery in his tone.

"Who wouldn't die?"

"Then why don't you die?"

"Because His Majesty still needs us. ”

"Sounds like the girl in my building. ”

............ The atmosphere in the Qing Temple in the rain was very wonderful, Fan Xian had been asking questions calmly and continuously, while these ascetics who sat around him answered the questions separately, and the answers were calm and orderly, and they spoke in turn, and there were sixteen people in the room, as if one person answered.

Fan Xian's heart gradually sank, it seemed that these strange ascetics had been practicing penance for many years, and the art of heart-to-heart communication had reached a certain strong realm, and what made him even more cold was the information about the temple messenger.

The last time the temple envoy came to the world, of course, was the one in the fifth year of Qingli, and this envoy landed from the south, and learned the customs and habits of human society like a wild beast all the way. In the process of this habit, many people in the southern prefectures and counties of Qingguo died at the hands of this envoy, perhaps just to get used to the indifferent life of xìng, or perhaps the news that this envoy wanted to cover up his existence, all in all, the thirteen yamen of the criminal department at that time paid a great price, and they were not able to touch the corner of the clothes of the mysterious messenger.

At that time, the Qingguo Imperial Court only regarded this person as a murderer with superb martial arts, and did not know his true identity, so the Criminal Department later asked the Supervision Yuan for help, Yan Bingyun was cautious, and borrowed Tiger Guard from Fan Xian.

However, before the Supervision Yuan could make a move, the temple messenger had already come to Kyoto, came to the alley next to Fan's Mansion, and was intercepted by Wuzhu next to a noodle stall.

After a battle with the Cloth Cloth Grandmaster, the temple envoy was killed, Wuzhu was seriously injured, and since then he has disappeared and recuperated on Dadong Mountain for several years. The remains of the temple messenger were burned in ...... Qing Temple.

Fan Xian's eyes looked through the rain curtain towards the barren flat behind the Qing Temple, his eyes were slightly cold, thinking about the scene of His Majesty and the Great Priest looking at the temple messenger in the fire, for a while, I didn't know how to speak.

In previous years, the Great Priest of Qingmiao had been preaching in the swampy and wild land in the south of Qingguo, but it happened that the temple envoy returned to Beijing shortly before entering Beijing, and then died of a serious illness shortly after the envoy melted into the fire.

Is this a coincidence? Of course not, at least Fan Xian doesn't believe it. Uncle Wuzhu's injury and the arrival of the temple envoy were all known to him later, and it took a long time to only vaguely find out here, but at least it proved that the emperor was definitely the great sacrifice of the Tongguò Qing Temple, and reached some kind of agreement with the messenger from the temple.

In the fifth year of Qingli, the emperor wanted to use his illegitimate son as bait to lure the temple envoy and Uncle Wuzhu to die together, but he did not achieve his goal, in order to bury the matter, in order not to let Fan Xian know about it, the big sacrifice ...... Must die.

Fan Xian retracted his gaze, looked at the ascetics in front of him, and naturally thought of the so-called Apocalypse, the will conveyed by the so-called temple envoy, and that messenger must be the one who came to Qingguo twenty-two years ago.

Now it seems that the envoy not only transferred Uncle Gotake out of Kyoto, but also represented the ethereal temple and reached some kind of cooperation with the emperor.

Fan Xian's brows furrowed, the first cooperation killed Ye Qingmei, and the second cooperation almost killed Uncle Wuzhu...... Everything is actually very clear, the only thing that is not clear is why the temple, which nominally does not interfere in the affairs of the world, would make such a choice in the human world.

At this time, the ascetics besieging Fan Xian in the Qing Temple were already a little old, more than 20 years ago, they had already learned the will of the temple, in the ecstasy, extremely loyal to the service of the Qing Emperor's meritorious service, these 20 years, they walked among the people, spreading the ...... It should be good...... The edification, a spoonful of food, a scoop of drink, living a hard but happy rì, at the same time...... must also be acting as a spy for the emperor.

Now that Dongyi City has been subdued, the civil strife has been calmed, Chen Pingping is dead, the wind and rain are smooth, the people are smooth, the country is rich and the army is strong, and the strength of Qingguo has reached its peak, except for Fan Xian, there seems to be no one who can stop Emperor Qing from dominating the world, so these ascetics have returned to Kyoto and are ready to meet that glorious moment.

Therefore, the ascetics wanted to persuade Fan Xian to forget his personal enmity for the sake of this great cause, for the justice of the world, and to forget the sorrow of a person.

............ Fan Xian stood alone in the rain, although the rain was fine, but it still gradually wet his clothes. These ascetics told him very frankly what they had done in the past twenty years, and explained the secrets hidden behind the history of Qingguo, because they sincerely wanted to persuade him, and wanted to use the will of the temple, the submission of the people, and the trend of the general trend to persuade Fan Xian not to become an enemy of His Majesty the Emperor.

Because His Majesty is the Heavenly Chosen Emperor, the co-master of the world.

"It's all. Fan Xian shook his head a little helplessly, wiped the rain from his face, looked at the ascetics around him who were pleading with him, and said, "What does this have to do with me? I am just a courtier of His Majesty...... No, I'm just a grass farmer now, I don't think anyone in the world will think that I will affect the general trend of the world, you don't force me to enter the palace, or take me into the ground, is there some overreaction?"

The ascetics glanced at each other, seeing the prudence and determination in their eyes, they naturally didn't believe what Fan Xian said, one of them looked at Fan Xian and said sincerely: "Because you...... It's her son. ”

Fan Xian was silent, and finally knew how the big battle in the Qing Temple came about today, if these ascetics in the Qing Temple served the temple loyally and regarded His Majesty the Emperor as the leader of the Heavenly Selection, then there was no doubt that Ye Qingmei, the little girl who escaped from the temple and had stolen a lot of things in the temple, was of course their biggest enemy. Perhaps these ascetics didn't know the inside story, and they didn't need to know the inside story, they only needed the temple envoy more than twenty years ago to set the wrong thing for Ye Qingmei's behavior, and they were deeply jealous of the woman who dared to defy the temple.

This jealousy continued until more than 20 years later, and it continued to Fan Xian's body.

"If you kill me, what will Your Majesty think?" Fan Xian asked with a smile, "I think he must be very reluctant to see his son die at the hands of you gods, I am very worried about you." ”

All the ascetics saluted in unison, with a resolute look on their faces, and no one answered, but the meaning expressed was very clear, for the sake of the goal they were pursuing, even if His Majesty the Emperor killed them all afterwards, they would keep Fan Xian here, forever.

............ "I've heard everything I want to hear. The corners of Fan Xian's lips curled, and he said sarcastically: "I think if I promise you to enter the palace, I guess you will not rest assured, and you will put some prohibition on me." Of course, I can be presumptuous, and it doesn't hurt to say yes first, at least it seems that I can save my life. ”

"It's just that you've miscalculated one thing. Fan Xian looked at them indifferently and said, "I believe in the existence of the temple more than you, but because of this, I will not be frightened when I hear the name of the temple, and my legs will go limp, just like you kneeling in the rain." ”

An ascetic sighed deeply and said compassionately: "When we are born between heaven and earth, we must always have reverence. ”

This sentence was once said to me. Fan Xian bowed his head slightly, thinking to himself, but that Emperor Majesty obviously had no awe for anything, and the temple envoy was only afraid that these beings who were ethereal and terrifying in the eyes of mortals were just a power that could be used.

"Respect the heavens and the earth, but not the will of others. Fan Xian said: "On this point, you should learn from Master Kuhe. ”

The ascetics were slightly stunned, not understanding what this meant, but they saw Fan Xian floating up surrounded in the middle!

Fan Xian floated up in the slight autumn rain, and the cloth shirt on his body was slowly propped up by the true qi, like a ruthless big bird, and swept towards the periphery of the Qing Temple!

Without warning, Fan Xian's body was like being pulled by an invisible long rope, and he was extremely fast towards the gate of the Qing Temple, his speed in the air was extremely fast, and his body was extremely soft, just walking through the rain, like a swift, rolling in the wind and rain and drifting away.

However, his body only swept out of the distance of five zhang before he felt an incomparably thick wall of qi rushing towards him.

The moment Fan Xian made a move, more than a dozen ascetics moved at the same time, one ascetic took the arm of another ascetic, snorted, and threw out the partner beside him, six or seven movements in a row, very smoothly, it seemed that their minds had already been connected, and these movements did not have the slightest stagnation and unsmoothness.

The formation of these ascetics was an irregular circle, and at this time, seven people were quickly thrown in the direction of the main entrance of the Qing Temple, and their hands did not disengage in the air, driving the ascetics below to sweep at the same time.

Like a wave.

The irregular circle formed by more than a dozen ascetics formed a whole at this moment, flipped up in the drizzly air, rose in the air, and with a wave-like aura, it jumped over the figure of Fan Xian, who was flying away quickly, and set him in the circle again.

A circle flipped in the air, and then fell to the ground, it was still a circle, Fan Xian was still in the middle of the circle, after the lightning, the rain was still falling like this, and the situation between the fields still did not seem to have changed in the slightest.

Except that everyone moved a distance of about seven zhang in the direction of the main gate of Qingmiao, and then the ascetics did not give Fan Xian any chance to take the lead, and sang in unison, countless pairs of palms carrying majestic true qi and resolute momentum slapped towards Fan Xian's body!

The ascetics didn't know what secret method they were practicing, but they were really able to communicate with each other and perfectly fuse their own realities, and these countless palms slapped over, like a shining god, giving birth to countless pairs of divine hands in an instant, indifferently and ruthlessly trying to eliminate the demons in front of them.

All the space around Fan Xian's body was covered by the palm shadow that covered the sky and rain, like a big net falling down, and there was no missing loophole at all, this is the so-called beauty of harmony, the beauty is to the extreme, and the danger is to the extreme.

............ The qi wall rushed to his face, Fan Xian forcibly twisted his body in the air, forcibly absorbing the air flow that every inch of skin around his body could sense, and the two big Zhou Tian forcibly destroyed it, and his body was forced to fall to the ground, but his toes were directly a little wet ground, and the domineering true qi was gathered in his fist, and a punch blasted towards the most powerful point in the thick qi wall.

At the moment when he was forced to regain control of the harmony, Fan Xian smelled the danger deeply, and rushed into the Kyoto Dharma Field eight years ago, he once stabbed one ascetic to death and shook the other back, and he also paid the price of being subjected to three palms at that time, but it was clear that the ascetics on the Rì Dharma Field did not show their greatest strength.

Fan Xian knew where the strength of these ascetics was that they could perfectly assemble their individual strength into a whole, of course, this was not a group fight, or even the wonderful cooperation of the disciples of the Sword Mansion, but it was more like the fierce light condensed between the long knives of the tiger guards.

When these ascetics form a harmonious situation, no matter which ascetic Fan Xian has to face, it is equivalent to facing them as a whole.

But in Fan Xian's eyes, the invisible qi wall in front of him was as clear as a white mist wall of different thicknesses, he didn't think about any consequences at all, he directly condensed all the true elements in his body, and directly hit it with a domineering momentum, and the position of the blow was the thickest part of the qi wall.

With the strongest against the strongest, Fan Xian didn't pay attention to the palm shadow flying in the sky at all, he knew that with his current strength, this punch was struck, and the opponent had to condense into one place in order to compete, this is probably the rare strong momentum that the strong man has cultivated after experiencing a lot.

Sure enough, Fan Xian punched out violently towards the wall of qi, and the palm prints in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the shadow of one palm and the shadow of the other palm quickly merged together, and dozens of palms finally merged into one palm, a crystal shining palm.

The palm of the hand slammed into Fan Xian's tightly clenched fist.

The air in the Qing Temple seemed to be deformed with this impact, and the subtle autumn rain was shocked and flew out, and there were no raindrops to drip on a large area of bluestone lawn, and the whole air was filled with the smell of dry killing!

After a loud bang, the clothes on Fan Xian's right shoulder were torn apart and flew up like a butterfly, revealing his trembling right arm.

And the ascetic he was facing was surprisingly red and bright, with two arms on his shoulders, and more than a dozen ascetics were constantly instilling true qi into his body along this air bridge, helping him resist Fan Xian's domineering punch.

............ Fan Xian's face was pale, and the true qi in his body spewed out violently, but he still couldn't break the other party's encirclement, and the true qi transmitted from the other party's palm was endless, like a wave, the momentum was compelling, and it was extremely turbulent, giving people a feeling that it was difficult to resist.

With a bang, the ascetic who was facing Fan Xian spit out a mouthful of blood, dripping down his clothes, but the ascetic's face became redder and brighter, and there was no trace of exhaustion, or he couldn't bear the signs of the pounding true qi in his body, he just looked at Fan Xian in front of him with a trace of pity, as if he wanted to wait for the other party to admit defeat, so he dispersed and surrendered.

Ascetics, walking in the extremely bitter places of the world, and tempering the ** and jīng gods, really created extraordinary cultivation.

The defeat has appeared, but Fan Xian's pupils are still cold, without the slightest panic, not even the excitement of desperate feelings, just calm, he quietly looked at the ascetic who was close to him, staring at the other party's shining pupils, as if he wanted to see the Yan sè he was looking forward to from the other party's pupils.

Only Fan Xian himself knew that with just this fist and a palm, the meridians in his body had been shaken to an extremely unbearable situation, and the two Zhou Tian were running rapidly, desperately spitting out his true qi along the fist, but he was about to be unable to support it, especially at the lifeline of the snow-capped mountain around his waist, and he had begun to faintly heat up, which was the precursor of exhaustion.

After all, it is an injured and weak body, Fan Xian's biggest life is here, and he has only raised a few people in Fan's mansion, and he has used force to kill people ruthlessly, and his mood has not been smooth, and he has not returned to the realm of prosperity at all.

Fortunately, he is a monster whose meridians are different from ordinary people, and he is more than ordinary people, so he can support this ascetic monk for so long with his weak body, and if he is Thirteen Lang or Begonia, I am afraid that he will not be better than him.

But Fan Xian was still not flustered, not desperate, just looked coldly at the ascetic's dark eyes.

Finally, just when Fan Xian was about to lose his support, he intersected with Fan Xian's fists and palms, and a miserable green finally appeared in the eyes of the ascetic who was close at hand.

A touch of miserable green that is completely out of harmony with the natural human eye.

Then two streaks of black blood slowly flowed out of the ascetic's nostrils.

All the ascetics around Fan Xian didn't notice this, they just sat cross-legged around, bowing their heads and meditating, constantly urging the tenacious true qi in their bodies.

............ The ascetic who shed black blood had a hint of enlightenment in his green eyes, glanced at Fan Xian, and finally understood why the young man in front of him was willing to listen to his people's pleas in the rain before, it turned out that the other party was ...... It's just that this autumn rain is sprinkling those toxins!

This ascetic finally remembered Fan Xian's true teacher, and the other party was the closed disciple of that old poison!

The ascetic felt that his internal organs were bitten like insects and ants, his throat began to ache, the corners of his eyes began to numb, he knew that the poison in his body was starting to attack, if he stopped at this time, he must be able to use the true qi in his body to suppress these toxins, however...... The poisonous powder that is tasteless and insoluble in water can't be too terrifying - this is a natural truth in nature, and it is also a common sense that everyone in martial arts practitioners knows, and the ascetic monk is also very aware of this, so he is not worried about his senior brothers, except for his own head-on confrontation with Fan Xian, so the poison is the fastest, the rest of the senior brothers should be able to support it longer.

The ascetic didn't want Fan Xian to leave, because he had already discovered that Fan Xian was about to lose his support.

A hint of peace and happiness flashed in his miserable green eyes, a trace of resoluteness, and with a muffled snort, he completely abandoned the protection of his state of mind, let go of all his meridians, and let the true qi infused in both sides surge, but pushed it along his arm towards Fan Xian**'s right arm!

He is willing to exchange his death for Fan Xian's death and the future generations of Qingguo.

However, Fan Xian was unwilling, his eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, knowing that the other party forcibly urged the true qi, the toxin entered his heart, and he could not be saved, but he sank the true qi into the lower plate, his right shoulder was slightly loosened, and he used the power of a large coffin, ready to use one right arm to exchange for the death of the other party's array, and then escape.

In the face of this critical situation, Fan Xian has the perseverance and courage to survive with a broken arm.

............ However, in addition to Fan Xian, there are other people in this world who are unwilling to watch Fan Xian die. The chilling circle in the autumn rain, after rolling in the air, was a little closer to the main gate of the Qing Temple, and at this most dangerous juncture, the two words on the horizontal plaque behind the main gate of the Qing Temple suddenly dimmed.

It's not that the sky is dark, it's not that the two little golden characters suddenly rust, but a shadow floats up, covering up a little brilliance of the two words Qingmiao.

The shadow pierced through the rain in an instant, and floated behind the ascetic who was directly opposite Fan Xian without hindrance, and the shadow spread out wonderfully behind the man's neck, giving birth to limbs and a sword.

With a snort, the tip of the sword stabbed into the ascetic's neck like a venomous snake, piercing directly through the cartilage of his throat, and the sharp blade had already severed the dervisor's tracheoesophageal blood vessels...... The ascetic snapped, didn't make any sound, just stared at Fan Xian in front of him, the miserable green in his eyes was very thick, but the pupils did not shrink, as if he wanted to kill Fan Xian in front of him with his gaze.

At the same time that the shadow gave birth to a sword, Fan Xian's left hand, which had been empty but weak, was lifted with difficulty, and with a slight twitch of his fingertips, the sleeve crossbow broke out of his sleeve, and pierced deeply into the ascetic's left eye, splashing a splash of blood.

This ascetic had condensed the lifelong cultivation of more than a dozen ascetics in the field, how strong and powerful, but being possessed by such two extremely ruthless killing moves at the same time, he still paused after all.

At this moment, Fan Xian's left arm twisted strangely, his shoulder shook and flicked, and the big coffin came out again, smashing it the tail end of the sleeve crossbow, smashing the sleeve crossbow deep into the ascetic's brain, and the tip of the crossbow went deep, cutting off his chance of life.

With a snort, the rain was chaotic, and the ascetic who had sacrificed his life for mercy lowered his palms in a dejected manner.

Fan Xian turned his fist into a palm, and with a flick of his head, the whole person floated up, grabbed the clothes of the shadow with his left hand, cut through the rain and sky as fast as possible, and left Qingmiao in an instant.

............ From the dimming of the two small golden characters on the plaque behind the main entrance of the Qing Temple, to the shadow out of the sword, and then to Fan Xian floating away from the temple of harmony, it was just a blink of an eye, the shadow sword was ruthless and castrated, but Fan Xian did not let his sword momentum enter the realm of harmony again, forcibly went against the trend, and walked away hand in hand with him.

At this time, the ascetics who were sitting in the rain realized that things had changed, and the ascetic in the middle of the harmony had his palms hanging down, and there was no way to confide, but he was still passively accepting the indoctrination of his brothers, and his body suddenly shook twice on the rain, and then fell down silently.

Pierced through the neck by the shadow, pierced into the brain by Fan Xian's sleeve crossbow, the toxin had already entered his heart, and finally he was eaten by the momentum of harmony, this ascetic was undoubtedly dead, and he could not die again.

The rain was already heavy and chaotic, and it was striking the ascetics indiscriminately, and they looked at the corpse of their companion in silence, and after a moment of silence, they quickly jumped out of the Qing Temple, and chased after the two figures who were about to disappear into the distance of the alley.

I don't know if they will reflect on it, if the will of the temple is really the will of heaven, then why did their people put in so much effort, and even were willing to sacrifice their lives, but there was no way to kill Fan Xian?

In the heavy rain of ———————————————— autumn, Fan Xian and the shadow are like two plastered gray shadows, in the rain, under the eaves, in the gloomy sky, in the lonely streets and alleys. However, it didn't take long to get out of the Qing Temple, and Fan Xian sensed that the very obvious aura in the rear had caught up.

Kyoto Keiji Temple is three miles away, and it is a very quiet place, and there are no pedestrians passing by, and there are no houses around to use. Today is another heavy rainy day, and there are no pedestrians on the street who are hiding from the rain, which has brought great inconvenience to Fan Xian's escape for his life.

Fan Xian's pale face was covered with rain, and he glanced sideways at the middle-aged man beside him, but he didn't see any expression on the other party's face. Fan Xian knew that he still underestimated those fanatical martyrs after all, and also underestimated the strength of the Shinto that had stretched on this continent for thousands of years.

In the past years, perhaps it was the bitter lotus master and the Northern Qitian who robbed the style, or maybe the ascetics of Qingmiao were not very conspicuous and only liked to preach in the most remote places, or maybe the second sacrifice of Qingmiao did not give people a strong feeling, so Fan Xian never put Qingmiao in his eyes.

However, today proved that this was an extremely powerful enemy, and Fan Xian even began to wonder if the sword formation that the tiger guards were accustomed to dealing with the Nine Rank powerhouses was born from the wonderful combined attack technique of Qingmiao.

Of course, if Fan Xian was still in the peak state of Fan Xian, he would not have become such a wolf, especially this ability to escape lightly, he was born in the Supervision Yuan and the shadow of the number one assassin in the world, he would not take those ascetics who followed him in his eyes at all.

In normal times, he might have hidden his traces with the shadows, and turned to the most terrible ambush and sniping on these ascetics.

However, not today, because of the thousand-mile travel, the sorrow in his heart, the hardships and consumption of even rì, and the few serious injuries he suffered on the Zhengyangmen city wall and on the Dharma field, Fan Xian's state has fallen to the bottom, especially the previous hard resistance with more than a dozen ascetics, which made him no longer have the strength to fight in World War.

The shadow beside him had an indifferent expression and looked the same, but after years of cooperation and closeness, Fan Xian clearly found that the injuries on the shadow's body were also very serious, even more serious than himself.

Fan Xian knew why, the shadow had only been injured once, but that injury was stabbed by the Sigu sword.

............ Knowing the news of Chen Pingping's death, how the shadow would react, Fan Xian could clearly guess that he was obviously in Dongyi City, but he returned to Kyoto at about the same time as Wang Qinian, and the number one assassin in the world returned faster than Wang Qinian, and maybe even faster than Fan Xian.

With such a rush, the shadow's injury must have become even more serious. Fan Xian glanced sideways at the shadow, but didn't say anything.

"The front is separated. The shadow opened his mouth in a snarling voice, with a very strange smell, and it seemed that the assassin also knew that the situation between the two of them could not be worse, and that they had to divert the pursuers separately.

Fan Xian nodded, knowing that if they were separated at this time, the two would naturally meet again soon.

At that corner of the street, the shadow crept through a small alley, and in a few moments he would become a miserable merchant hiding from the rain under the eaves.

However, he said something indifferently before leaving, which made Fan Xian's heart sink for a while, and his mouth began to feel bitter.

"When are you going to kill him, call me. ”

Because of the impact of this sentence on his mind, Fan Xian ran farther than planned, and the ascetics behind him came up from a distance, but Fan Xian didn't have any worries, he passed through an alley, and came to the intersection of Dongchuan Road, and entered in the main hall of the bookstore, and when he came out of the back door, he had become a reader with an umbrella.

He came to the door of Taixue and saw hundreds of umbrellas, thousands of umbrellas, and the Taixue students with refreshing and sunny faces under the umbrellas.