Obviously, it was still the first few places in the early days, and in the usual days, those red firecracker confetti were still flying on the snow. The slightly pungent smell of firecrackers is still wonderful behind the houses on the street, and everything has a lively and festive atmosphere, but for the officials and people of Kyoto, the Spring Festival of the twelfth year of the calendar is celebrated. It's really a little unpleasant, not just unpleasant. It's even more bleak.

Yesterday was the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. On the first day of the opening of the ministry, on this day, the officials of the Naga faction in Kyoto were brutally assassinated, and the blood woke up countless people who were still slightly drunk. Today, martial law has begun near the Imperial City, and I heard that the Imperial Court has finally found out who the evil people who dared to assassinate the minister in the best place of Kyoto were. And a culling operation was carried out near the palace.

I heard that a lot of people died. And it seems that Lord Xiao Fan, who was stripped of all his official positions by His Majesty the Emperor, is also involved in the matter, and there are even rumors that among those extremely insidious assassins, there are many Northern Qi and Dongyi people.

Countless sergeants walked in the streets and alleys of Kyoto, the Supervision Yuan, and the Thirteen Yamen of the Criminal Department. Inner Court. Dali Temple, Thirteen City Gate Division. Kyoto Garrison Division. The huge state apparatus of Keungkook was already in full swing, and the sound of cold and heavy footsteps echoed in the snowy Kyoto. Searching for the Assassins who had escaped the net, the gates outside Kyoto were tightly sealed.

In such a situation, no matter how terrible the assassin was, it would be difficult for him to escape from Kyoto easily.

A group of local teams composed of the Supervisory Yuan and the Inner Court. Fan Mansion has already been surrounded. Outside the province, there are many sergeants working in the blockade, and the search of the Van house has been carried out three times. There is still no trace of Fan Xian.

Another search team led by Yan Bingyun himself. After the storm in the square in front of the Royal Palace. He rushed to Xicheng in the first time. Rushed to the most secret contact point of the Qi Nian group, which was the small courtyard that Wang Qi Nian bought for one hundred and twenty taels of silver, this small courtyard was originally the secret of the Qi Nian group, but looking at the heavy blow suffered by the former subordinates of the Xijing Road Supervision Yuan, it can be imagined that His Majesty the Emperor must have buried a spy by Fan Xiandi's side. And found the meeting place of the Qi Nian group.

However, this small courtyard is still lonely. Pen and paper resting on the table. The ink in the inkstone had long been frozen into black edges, and the bucket at the wellhead outside the house was tilting weakly. I don't know how long no one has come. Fan Xian is naturally not here.

Yan Bingyun stood at the door of the small courtyard and frowned slightly, thinking to himself. Where is the dean hiding at this time? Although now Xiao Yan Gongzi is the president of the Supervision Yuan recognized by the Qingguo Imperial Court. But in fact, it is the same as most of the officials in the hospital. He himself always subconsciously put Fan Xian in the position of the master of the Supervision Yuan.

Kyoto has long been under martial law. The Kyoto Prefecture has already mobilized the people who are in charge of affairs and turned into a big net to spread on the streets and alleys, of course. Everyone knows how many dark spots the Inspectorate has hidden in Kyoto. Plus Fan Xian's elusive ability. No one dared to expect this kind of hunt to really catch him, but the situation was a little different today. First of all. The dark spot of the Supervisory Yuan is for today's imperial court. It's no longer a secret, but most crucially. Yan Bingyun had already known before. Fan Xian was seriously injured today, and he has long since lost his former bravery, if no one answers. I'm afraid that his injuries will not recover, and he will not be able to escape at all.

But where is Fan Xian? Half a day has passed since the pursuit. Under strong mobilization. The entire Kyoto has been turned over alive, and the thirteen city gates are holding the major city gates to the death, and all the adults in the Qingguo court have concluded that it is impossible for Fan Xian to leave the city.

Yan Bingyun's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he patted his somewhat tired cheeks. Try to make your inner emotional ups and downs calmer and less noticeable. Wave your hand gently. Let the officials of the Supervisory Yuan continue to disperse.

The manhunt continued into the night. In the past, the minister's mansion, which had something to do with Fan Xian, was also searched, and even the palace of Prince Jing and the mansion of Liuguo were not missed. But no one had found Fan Xian's whereabouts, and everyone felt a chill. If this big man really survived this time and escaped from Kyoto alive, he would really betray Daqing. Who knows what kind of changes it will bring to the world?

Yan Bingyun returned to Zichengjue's Mansion with a tired body, and he didn't go to ask his father for peace. Instead, he went straight back to his room and ate two bites of the hot meal that the cook had brought over. Take the hot towel from the wife. After wiping his eye sockets vigorously twice, he sat on the chair in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Shen Wan'er looked at the melancholy look between his eyebrows. Asked softly.

Yan Bingyun's face was as cold as ice in the past. A slightly bitter smile floated, and after a long silence, he said: "Speaking of which, I really admire him, I heard that before he left the square, he had been knocked unconscious by His Majesty, and it was absolutely impossible for him to recover in a short time, and in order to attract the pursuit of those masters, he forcibly broke away from the assassin's team...... Seriously wounded. Alone, why can't you find it?"

"What about the other Assassins?" Shen Wan'er frowned slightly and asked.

"I didn't catch a single live mouth, I just killed a few. They are all the most powerful masters in the world......"

Yan Bingyun sighed, he was not in the square in front of the palace at that time, it was obvious that His Majesty trusted him. However, in the ambush of Fan Xiandi, His Majesty was unwilling to let the Supervision Yuan interfere. And he knows it. If it weren't for the mysterious assassin methods that were like the wrath of the gods. I'm afraid that Fan Xian and those people have already died, how can they take advantage of the chaos to kill them.

After saying this, Yan Bingyun found that his wife's ground color was a little weird, he was slightly stunned, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Wan'er was silent for a long time, and said with a forced smile: "It's nothing, it's just that I went to say hello to my father at dusk, and it seems that his old man is not there." ”

Yan Bingyun's body stiffened slightly. There was no movement for a long time, and his father said like a sea. Although he has long since retired from the position of the organizer of the Supervisory Yuan. But it's actually a very powerful person. As a son, he naturally knows this, but the problem is that he knows better that his father is the most traditional official of the Supervision Yuan, and his loyalty is more to Chen Pingping. On Fan Xian, not on His Majesty.

"Probably went out for a walk. Yan Bingyun tugged at the corners of his lips. He smiled with some difficulty, and didn't say anything more, and Dean Chen was killed by Ling Chi in the early autumn. Yan Bingyun has always been very worried about whether his father will react violently, but to his great surprise, his father was not only drunk that night. He returned to his usual appearance. The whole day price is just to serve the rockery garden at home.

Yan Bingyun knew clearly that His Majesty was looking at his own loyalty. And there is no difficulty for the father, however, today. His Majesty and Fan Xian officially broke with him. Kill from the palace to the outside of the palace. Fan Xian naturally wanted to avenge Dean Chen. In the power of the father. He's sure he'll be able to find out. If only he had known about it. What will be done?

"You stay in the house. Don't see anyone. Yan Bingyun's brows furrowed slightly, and he explained to his wife in a deep voice: "I'll go see my father." ”

It's not far to the west. You will walk through the surprisingly large rockery in front of the porch. Yan Bingyun came to his father's basement and entered respectfully, the first-class viscount Yan Ruohai had already gray hair. He didn't seem surprised by his son's arrival, and said directly: "He didn't come to the house." He's not so stupid as to throw himself into your snare. ”

Yan Bingyun was silent for a long time and said, "This is the affairs of the hospital. Sons can't be favoritistic. Feeling. ”

Yan Ruohai glanced at him and said, "You know best whether you can hide people in the mansion." ”

Yan Bingyun greeted him and said goodbye, when he passed the rockery in front of the corridor. But he stopped in a daze. Looking at the slightly dried moss and some residual snow on the rockery, I suddenly thought of some strange rules at home when I was a child, and I always felt as if I was missing something. Something was missing.

Thankfully, it's winter. This dark room is not very damp. And yet still gloomy. The meridians in his body were full of holes, and the reddened wires still ran through the meridians, and the infinite pain pierced into his mind like tens of thousands of thin needles. Every now and then he wanted to howl in pain. This pain. This kind of injury. So that he couldn't mobilize the snow mountain qi behind his waist at all. Even the small circulation of heaven and earth in Zhou Zhou couldn't be mobilized, and he wanted to use the natural true qi of heaven and earth to repair the meridians. At this moment, it turned out to be a luxury.

I can only rely on time to slowly recuperate. Or hope that the magical booklet will absorb those precious earth vitality from this seemingly empty heaven and earth, and slowly fill their own empty sea of qi. However, the earth energy in the air is so thin, if you rely on this speed to recover. I'm afraid that twenty or thirty years later, he is still a wasted person.

Fan Xian half-leaned on the wall of the secret room with a woolen blanket, controlling his breathing with a strong mind, his instinct made him breathe a little fast and loud at the moment, but it was dead of night at the moment. I am deep in the encirclement again, so I have to be careful.

His body was already bandaged. The extremely expensive and effective wound medicine is used for no money, and on the ground next to him, there are a lot of food and water used to replenish the spirit, although the secret room is small, the things prepared inside are extremely complete.

The bone cracked to the ground, and the sternum began to ache again. His brow furrowed. Thinking of His Majesty's unrestrained fist, the gunshot. From the panic in front of the palace to the extremely strict and effective search of the imperial court. The fact that he confirmed that Emperor Lao Tzu did not die under the gun did not disappoint him too much. It is just beginning to calculate what the way forward should be.

When the muffled sound of a blow from outside the sky struck the first deep hole in the Imperial City. Fan Xian had already woken up, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the direction of the east side of the palace, and he was the first among the more than 10,000 people in the city to react. And clearly judge the location of the shooter, because in this world. He was most familiar with that voice. I know that box best.

Three years ago, Uncle Gotake left Kyoto and went to the distant Ice and Snow Temple to find the ultimate answer to who he was. From that day. The box left Fan Xian's side. Fan Xian always thought that Uncle Wuzhu had taken the box away. So he didn't have the slightest regrets. Because he knew the enemy that Uncle Wuzhu was going to face. It is a supreme being that is more unfathomable, indifferent and ruthless than His Majesty the Emperor.

But I didn't expect that the box was still in Kyoto, but it wasn't by my side. Just as His Majesty the Emperor confirmed before he passed out. Fan Xian also knew that it must not be Uncle Wuzhu who used the box land today. If Uncle Wuzhu really came back, whether he would use the box or not, he would definitely regard the more than 10,000 elite soldiers of Qingguo as scarecrows, still holding the subway drill in his hand so indifferently. Kill straight into the palace.

Who was the man who shot the ground? Fan Xian guessed for a long time. But I still didn't expect it. Even if I think of a few people. But he couldn't believe it. He could only be sure that the man who shot must have had a very intimate relationship with him. Otherwise, Uncle Wuzhu would not dare to entrust his life to the other party.

This heavy sniper from outside the sky was not in Fan Xiandi's plan. The exit he originally planned was actually still in the palace, but he didn't expect that someone from the Northern Qi and Dongyi would come, so that the last bit of the gap that took advantage of His Majesty's will was closed. What's even more terrifying is that he didn't expect that he would not be able to comprehend it soon. The sword qi between his fingers was very strong, and in the end, it was broken by His Majesty's fingers, and his meridians were completely chaotic. It's like a waste, and you can't get close to that exit at all!

But that's fine. At least Hong Zhu doesn't have to take this risk.

When Fan Xian and his party came out of the square in front of the palace. There was still a great deal of hindrance, despite the existence of the Assassin who could inflict divine punishment on the Earth and the Earth. Although the third prince stood at the head of the palace city, trying to use his thin shoulders to find a way to survive for Fan Xian. However, His Majesty the Emperor's will was made early. Those more than 10,000 sergeants. How could it be possible to watch these exotic assassins escape.

The specific process of escaping. Fan Xian didn't know. Because he fell into a coma again. By the time he woke up, the group had turned into hunted rabbits. Ben are some of the strongest people in the world. However, there were only five people left. Running for his life in Kyoto, there is no possibility of escaping no matter how you look at it.

Fan Xian knew that he was a drag at that time, so he left unusually indifferent and strong. made an appointment with Haitang and others to meet in the old place, and a disciple of Jianlu paid the price with his life. Sent him to the periphery of this mansion. Then Fan Xian took advantage of the chaos to sneak in, and finally found a chance to rest.

Of the four Jianlu Nine Rank disciples, one fell in the rain of arrows. In the aftermath of the escape, two more died in order to survive in order to survive. Especially the last sword that slashed more than ten Nanqing masters, and finally died under the crossbow arrows, the seventh senior brother died at the moment when Fan Xian turned around the corner of the alley. Fan Xian could see his eyes.

Think of the sparkle in those eyes. Fan Xian's heart was extremely heavy. He knew that he had more land debts than before, and if he could survive this time. It is impossible to hide yourself, and you must have to do a lot of things to pay off your debts.

Fan Xian pondered. While pranayama, there was a dead silence in the secret room. It's dark. He's really angry now. His eyesight is not as good as usual, and he groped to get the clear water around him. However, when the finger just touched the kettle floor. He froze.

He looked up and looked silently at the dark walls of the chamber. It felt like it was just outside the wall. There are a pair of eyes that are also looking at themselves quietly like this.

The well-maintained pivot was coated with a lot of oil, and when the door to the chamber was opened, there was not a sound. It was like a silent pantomime, and a faint light filtered through the back room. Illuminates the pale inside. His eyes were calm.

Fan looked out quietly. The faint light darkened the familiar figure outside the secret room.

"I thought if you found out, you should break it with a hammer. Fan Xian looked at Yan Bingyun and said with a smile.

Stand at the back of the rockery. Quietly looked at Fan Xian in the secret room. Yan Bingyundi had mixed feelings in his heart. With just one glance, he knew that at this time, Di Fan Xian no longer had any ability to resist. He was silent for a moment and then said, "Don't forget. After all, I grew up in this garden. Although since I was a child, my father strictly forbade me to climb this rockery. But you also know that little ones are always curious. How is it possible not to climb. ”

"This rockery is so big that when I first entered your house, I thought it was a little weird, and I told your father a few times, but he always didn't believe me. Fan Xian coughed twice, and said with a soft smile: "Sure enough." I can find the problem here. Of course you can find out. ”

Fan Xian is hiding in the rockery of the first-class Chenghai Viscount's Mansion, no matter how stormy it is in Kyoto. But he hid in Yan Bingyun's house. Who would have thought of this? If Yan Bingyun hadn't tried to open the room where he had been hiding from the cat in his childhood, Fan Xian would have been able to help him with the help of Yan Ruohai. Survive this most stressful time.

"My father didn't know that I knew the secret of this rockery. Yan Bingyun bowed his head slightly and said, "Otherwise, he will definitely choose a more appropriate place for you to hide." ”

"Alright. Fan Xian sighed extremely tiredly and said, "I'll just say that I'm so lucky in my life that I'm not like a human being, and there should always be a time when I'm unlucky." It turned out that it was supposed to be in this rockery. ”

Yan Bingyun was silent for a long time and then said, "I told my father before. This is the business of the hospital. You can't talk about personal feelings. Especially...... It's you, adult. For my Daqing Dynasty. I can't let you go to Northern Qi. ”

"I don't go to Northern Qi, I'm just going to travel to the temple. Can you have a discussion?" Fan Xian grinned toothily and asked softly.