In the silent valley night, there are no weeds to be seen, but a dark night sky is seen between two cliffs. Fan Xian tidied up his clothes and tied the torn left leg trouser tube while whispering:

"That little fairy's surname is Ye, and her name is Ye Qingmei. ”

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"Ye Qingmei?" Sean was shocked, "What did you say?" Could it be that the mistress of the Ye family is the little fairy I once met?"

When the Ye family suddenly rose in the world, Sean was still the leader of the Northern Wei Dynasty's secret agents, so he was able to detect the surname of the Ye family's hostess, Fan Xian was not surprised, he smiled and said: "Except for the fairy in your mouth, who else can make the Ye family change the pattern of the entire world in just a few years?"

"I see, I see!" Sean coughed again, "No wonder Qingguo was able to rise so violently, it turned out that there was a shadow of the temple behind it." ”

"Wrong. Fan Xian said: "You are already a person who is going to die, so let me tell you, Ye Qingmei, that is, the little fairy you said in your mouth, is not an immortal in the temple, she ...... Just like us, we're just ordinary people. ”

Sean hadn't woken up from the previous shock, and didn't believe what Fan Xian said at all, but was immersed in the last question before he died: "...... Why...... The little fairy wants to catch me and go to Qingguo?"

As the spy leader of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he naturally knew the relationship between the Ye family and the Qingguo Supervision Yuan.

Fan Xian said: "Qingguo must kill you back then. He paused and said, "I must admit that you were still a very terrifying character back then...... And the reason why Ye Qingmei sent Chen Pingping to catch you instead of killing you is because of the love back then, after all, it seems that it was because you broke into the temple that she came to this world. ”

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"What about you...... Result...... Ahem...... Who is it?" Sean's eyes looked at Fan Xian in a daze. It's like two sharp arrows.

The old comrade who was about to die still had such sharp eyes, Fan Xian couldn't help but be slightly stunned in his heart, and said after laughing softly: "Me?"

After a moment of silence, he spoke:

"I am Ye Qingmeidi's son. ”

Ye Qingmei's son...... How Fan Xian wanted to be able to say it out loud to everyone in this familiar but unfamiliar, intimate but incompatible world, but there was no such possibility at the moment. By this time the night was getting darker, and the pre-dawn darkness had arrived. In a cave with only two people, Fan Xian said so softly.

I am Ye Qingmei's son.

I don't know why. As soon as this sentence came out. Fan Xian felt a lot more relaxed, the heart that had carried too much pressure broke free from the many branches and vines above it at this moment, at least temporarily relaxed, and gently embraced the free taste in the night breeze.

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The sky is getting brighter.

There weren't many memories, but Sean spoke very slowly, after midnight. Fan Xian finally achieved the most important purpose of this northward trip, he looked at Sean and said softly, "Do you have anything to explain?"

Sean just looked at him with a strange look. After a while, he gasped and said, "Are you ...... Her son?"

Fan Xian nodded and smiled: "I don't have the habit of recognizing my mother." ”

Sean coughed violently twice. shook out the last few drops of blood in his heart, and said as if crying and laughing: "No wonder you know so many things, no wonder you are so interested in where the temple is......" The old man before he died finally saw the whole thing a little clearly, and said with a breath: "It seems that this cave should not be able to trap you." ”

"I'm not in the habit of putting myself in the dead either. Fan Xian had already prepared everything and approached Sean.

Sean suddenly stared at him in the eyes and said, "If you want to live well, don't go to the temple." ”

Fan Xian's face was calm and did not answer him.

Sean didn't look at him again, just looked at the cliff yellow valley behind Fan Xian, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, the old man gasped softly and said: "I used to think that I was a ruthless person who was not afraid of death, just seeking freedom, but now that death is close at hand, I know that everyone is afraid of death." ”

"There is no one in this world who is not afraid of death. I don't know why, Fan Xian glanced at the dying Sean, slowly let go of his right hand, and said softly: "But...... Death may not be the end, and you may be in a completely strange world. ”

This is his biggest secret, his biggest emotion.

Sean's eyes fell into the distance, and his crimson pupils gradually softened: "You are really a little fairy...... No, Ye Qingmei's son?" Without waiting for Fan Xian to answer, Sean continued to say indifferently: "But you and her are not like each other at all. ”

Fan Xian said: "You have only seen her at the age of four, how can you be so sure?"

Sean smiled and said, "Because you are far less beautiful than the little fairy." ”

Fan Xian subconsciously tilted his head and said, "There are really not many women in this world who are more beautiful than me. ”

"The eyes are different. ”

"How is it different?"

Sean glanced at him and said with a hint of indifference: "I only understand now that on that snowy wasteland, the little fairy looks at the white earth, and her eyes are still soft and compassionate...... I didn't know how to describe it, but at this time I seemed to feel the darkness coming, and I realized that all the emotions in her eyes were just expressing one thing. ”

"What's the matter?" Fan Xian's heart skipped twice.

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"Attachment and love for life. Sean smiled and said, "Although you often have a bright smile in your eyes, that's different...... Your mother is supposed to be a very affectionate person, and you are an extremely ruthless person at heart. ”

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I don't deny this. ”

"I've killed a lot of people in my life, so I've never expected a good death. Sean didn't continue the topic, but looked at the light of the mist and said, "To die in this cave, as you said." It's not bad to have a good grave. ”

Fan Xian half-squatted beside him. His left hand rested on the old man's shoulder, and he noticed that his muscles had gradually softened.

The sky outside the cliff was still dim, but through the mist that filled the valley, there was a holy light, which was softly reflected on Sean's withered face, making the secret agent leader who was lonely and miserable in the second half of his life with countless blood on his hands inexplicably feel a sense of relief.

"There shouldn't be those two jujube trees in Shanzhou, right?"

This was the last thing Sean asked in this world.

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Fan Xian took out the last needle from under the old man's ear, and confirmed his death a moment later. Tilting his head slightly, he looked at Sean's corpse. Suddenly, he said softly: "Although there are no two jujube trees in Shanzhou. But...... After death, there may be a better world waiting for you. ”

Sean's eyes had been softly closed, and the crimson color in those pupils was no longer able to look at this strange world.

Fan Xian exhaled a breath of turbidity and laid Sean's body flat in the deepest part of the shallow cave, as for whether there was a mountain eagle to peck at, it seemed that he didn't think about it, so he looked a little indifferent and ruthless.

He walked out of the hole. Reaching out into the air beyond the cliff, the white mountain mist swam with his fingers, reaching out and grasping the ground. It's just empty.

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Jin Yiwei should still be searching for the corpses or traces of the old and young people at the bottom of the valley and everywhere. This Yanshan cliff is as smooth as a mirror, and no one would have thought of it. Someone would jump off a cliff and stand firmly, and no one could have imagined that someone would be able to climb up these slippery and wet walls.

Fan Xian's whole body was clinging to the mountain wall like a piece of paper, and the thick morning mountain fog behind him effectively covered his figure, even if someone was on the opposite mountain wall, he couldn't find that someone was crawling slowly upward like a gecko.

When he was in Shanzhou, from the age of twelve to sixteen, he spent four years on the external control of his true qi, which was an extremely stupid way of cultivation, but Wuzhu didn't care about him, and he himself practiced happily, but he didn't expect that in Fan Xian's life later, he actually helped him so much.

Crawling like a gecko, clinging to it like a snake, he cautiously went up and up again, his face was expressionless, the medicinal effect of the ephedra pill had long since faded completely, and his true qi was a little lacking, so he didn't dare to be careless.

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Asakusa moved slightly, one hand clinging to the rock next to the cliff, and a man wrapped in a black nightwalk rose from the valley like a ghost.

The hat covered Fan Xian's cheeks, and when he looked back, he saw that the valley was quiet, as if nothing had happened. After a while, his heart moved, and his eyes looked at the mountains and forests over there through the heavy morning mist, but he couldn't see anything.

But he always felt as if someone was looking at him over there, and that person's gaze was fixed on him as if it were substance.

Fan Xian bowed his head slightly, turned around, didn't think, didn't have time to think, plunged into the dense fog like a black arrow, and ran in the direction of the capital.

Outside the Imperial Courtyard of the Capital Mission, Gundam held a long knife in his hand, his eyes were round like tigers, and he looked at the people in front of him. The young master has not gone out for a day and a night, and all the visits of Northern Qi officials have been turned away, but early this morning, someone from Jinyi Wei came to pass the will of the palace, saying that His Majesty the young emperor wanted to pass Fan Xian into the palace to gossip.

Few people knew that Fan Xian was not in the mission. The commander of the Jinyi guard solemnly hoped that Fan Xian was not in the mission, but after a night of searching, Fan Xian's body was not found, so the Northern Qi side finally became suspicious, so he was eager to confirm where Fan Xian was.

Who knew that the people of Nanqing were so arrogant and unreasonable, under the pretext that Fan Zheng was drunk, he forcibly prevented the Northern Qi officials from entering the mission. The clash was about to break out, but at this time, there was a rustling sound at the street corner.

It's not sweeping the streets, it's the sound of footsteps, and everyone in Northern Qi is happy.