The wind is coming from the north, but the people in the wind are going all the way to the north. The carriage bypassed the Kunshan Chong, quietly brushed the empty space between Yanjing and Cangzhou, and was about to reach Beihai, when snow fell again at the end of February.

It was a bleak place, different from the four wildernesses, and the carriage was covered with a thin layer of snow, like black bread stained with chaff, and walked slowly along the roads of the wilderness.

Wang Qinian, who was driving the car, was wearing a rain coat outside, barely used to block the snow, but his eyelashes and beard on his lips were still frozen by the snow, and he looked a little miserable, but his eyes, which always looked cloudy and godless, were so clear and sharp in the wind and snow at the moment, slowly sweeping from both sides of the road, and did not let go of any suspicious movement.

Wang Qinian is already very old, but such a big wind and snow still did not make him show any feeling of exhaustion, this old guy is as thin as a monkey, but the muscles and flesh are like a kind of bones, full of strength, jīng full of energy, such a long journey, did not make him uncomfortable in the slightest. It was also thanks to this powerful person who was one of the wings of the Supervision Yuan, so he was able to keep disguises along the way, open joints, forge documents, break through the countless inspection lines of the Nanqing Imperial Court, and successfully let the carriage come to a place not far from the border.

Back then, he was a river and ocean thief in the central and northern parts of the continent, and it was really suitable to make a living for these things. After the carriage crossed a mountain col and crossed the small bridge over the Snow Creek, Wang Qinian finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the carriage had crossed the border and came to the territory of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and there was no longer anyone who could endanger the life of the adult in the carriage. However, immediately after, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Wang Qinian's lips, I really don't know what time it is, how the current situation has developed into the appearance in front of me, obviously they are all Qingren, but they have to step into the land of the enemy country to feel real security.

Feeling the carriage under him toss, Fan Xian in the carriage woke up leisurely, these years of career made him very clear that the road surface on the carriage was a little different from the road surface when he was trying to escape in these rìzi, although he had no true qi in his body at this time, but the 36,000 pores of his body and the subtle touch of those skin still did not disappear.

He gathered the thick sheepskin he was wearing, coughed lightly, lifted the corner of the window, and looked out of the carriage, only to see that the carriage was walking on a somewhat familiar wooden bridge, and across it was a territory with a similar scenery, but definitely not a similar atmosphere. At this time, it is winter, and no matter how familiar the scenery is, I am afraid that it will be different, but Fan Xian still accurately distinguishes from the direction of the stream and the trend of the hills on both sides of the river.

Back then, he went to the Northern Qi Dynasty in the name of a young poet, and Sean came here along the way, and it was here that he saw the begonia flowers for the first time, how could he forget it?

Fan Xian's face was very pale, without a trace of blood, even the thin lips looked a little dull, the injuries in his body still showed no signs of improvement, and the meridians that were crushed by the emperor's majesty's finger were still full of holes, and there was no true qi to protect his body.

The thick sheepskin wrapped around his body, revealing only one head, and there was a small stove in the carriage, but it seemed that there was no heat at all. Fan Xian squinted his eyes, looked at the land of Northern Qi on the other side of the bridge in a daze, and gently let out a hot breath, falling into deep thought.

This time with the Emperor Xià head-on, Fan Xian has already exerted the peak strength that he can achieve in this life, but he was still crushed by a finger, and the meridians in his body were broken too much, so that the Tianyi natural true qi contained in Xiao Zhou Tian was also forced to be scattered in the five internal organs and six internal organs, and it could not be condensed at all, and the only thing that could be of some use seemed to be the mysterious booklet left to him by Kuhe, but the vitality between heaven and earth was too thin, and it seemed to be repaired like this, I don't know how many years it would take.

After crossing the Wudu River, not far away is the North Sea, the meridians in the body are broken, Fan Xian naturally remembered the begonias blossoms, when the meridians in his body were broken, all relied on the careful care and treatment of the begonias in Jiangnan, but this time the injury was more serious, and the begonias didn't know if they got out of Kyoto.

Fan Xian didn't worry much about the safety of the shadow, because he knew that the shadow was the most similar to himself, as long as he plunged into the sea of people, no matter what identity he used, they could live well, safely, and live extremely nourishingly. But Haitang and Wang Shisanlang are different, although the two of them are the top young powerhouses in the world, they have not studied these survival skills after all.

The news of Kyoto, Fan Xian didn't know much, when he was hiding in the rockery of Yanfu, Lord Yan Ruohai would tell him about the recent situation in Kyoto every rì, and he knew that His Majesty the Emperor had woken up. However, after leaving Beijing, he and Wang Qinian just moved forward in silence, and took the initiative to cut off the connection with the former subordinates of the Supervision Yuan and all parties in the world who belonged to Fan Xian's control of the zhì forces.

On the one hand, it is for safety, and on the other hand, it is also a part of the agreement between Fan Xian and His Majesty, Fan Xian knows that as long as he does not die, His Majesty will not attack those people, and it is inappropriate for him to take the initiative to contact these people.

The cold wind poured in from the window, Fan Xian's eyes narrowed even more, he didn't expect the weather at the end of February to be so cold, he couldn't help but be a little worried about the trip to the temple of Rìzi, with his current weak body, how to resist those deep cold?

Fan Xian retracted his hands and feet into the thick sheepskin, leaned against the window tired and haggard, let the snowflakes hit his face, quietly looked at the winter forest on the other side of the bridge, and thought that in the forest that year, the flower girl with the flower basket stood so quietly, if she was by her side at this time, maybe the trip to the temple would be much easier.

The four words "Heaven and Wish" seem to be talking about Fan Xian's current situation, Fan Xian looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in the winter forest, and looked at the flowers that appeared in that piece of white, and couldn't help but feel that his eyes were not flowered.

"It's time to take your medicine. The carriage crossed the wooden bridge and stopped steadily, Wang Qinian rubbed his hands and got into the carriage, put a bowl of the medicinal soup that had been warm on the stove, and brought it to Fan Xian, who had heard Fan Xian's cough a few times before, and was a little worried.

Fan Xian stretched out his hand from the sheepskin, smiled and pointed to the winter forest in the distance outside the window, and said, "The medicine is there." ”

............ To Fan Xian's surprise, there was also ...... waiting for him with Begonia in the Wudu River Wang Shisanlang. Contrary to the assassination of the emperor in front of the Taiji Palace, Wang Shisanlang's silent and determined figure flashed out from behind Haitang, quietly watching the carriage that was getting closer and closer.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, the snowflakes flew in, Fan Xian looked at these two friends of life and death, and reluctantly pulled the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh, after all, he just sighed and said, "I didn't expect you to run faster than me." ”

"We left Beijing later than you. Haitang knocked off the ice slag on the thick cotton jacket and sat down next to Fan Xian, I don't know if I thought of the encounter in Kyoto last month, the smile on the girl's face gradually faded, and said calmly: "I heard that because you escaped from Kyoto first, the Nanqing Imperial Court's search strength weakened, and we had a chance." ”

Fan Xian nodded, coughed twice and said: "It's good to be alive, there is no need to say any words of thanks between the few of us, the matter in Kyoto was originally inseparable from your two old monster masters, if you want to say thank you, you should thank me after all." ”

Haitang sighed, looked at his pale face in a daze, shook his head and smiled: "I thought that after this battle, you would always have to be more mature, but I didn't expect that you still like to laugh so much." ”

"Ripe? I have been ripe for the first twenty years of my life, and I have finally regained some of the taste of green chūn, how can I abandon it. Fan Xian responded with a smile, turned to Wang Shisanlang, and asked after a moment of silence, "How is your injury?"

From the moment Wang Shisanlang entered Fan Xian's eyes, Fan Xian keenly noticed that there was something wrong with Wang Shisanlang's body, and the right arm that was killed by His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be unable to recover.

A swordsman who is sincere and sincere to the sword, but the hand holding the sword is in a half-useless state, there is no doubt that this is an extremely fatal blow, but Wang Shisanlang's expression did not change in the slightest, and he replied softly: "Your old man's true qi is too domineering, all the meridians and muscles of my right arm have been twisted, and there is no way to cure it." ”

"I tried it on the road, but it worked mediocre. Begonia Duoduo glanced at Wang Shisanlang worriedly, along the way, the two great grandmaster's favorite disciples broke through together, and they were already extremely familiar with each other.

Fan Xian coughed twice and said calmly, "I'll take a look." After saying this, his two fingers were already on Wang Shisanlang's veins, and then he went up with one hand like a dragon's claw, carefully pinching Wang Shisanlang's right arm, which Wang Shisanlang couldn't exert force, and the expression on his face became heavier and heavier.

Wang Shisanlang was silent for a moment and said, "I have been injured many times in my life, and it is not a big deal. ”

Fan Xian shook his head and said, "Buy some good golden needles in Shangjing, I'll try it......" Then he turned around, covered his lips with his fist and coughed hard twice before gasping and said: "It's all here, what else is there to hide between us? ”

After Haitang was silent for a moment, he nodded, Tianyi True Qi has a miraculous effect on repairing meridian injuries, although it is a secret that Qingshan does not pass on, but Haitang once passed it on to Fan Xian privately, and it is also feasible to save Wang Shisanlang's kendo career at this time.

Wang Shisanlang Huo Ran raised his head, and heard some good information from Fan Xian's words, even if he was a heroic son who was not tied to his heart, he couldn't help frowning at this moment: "Can this injury be cured?"

"Not necessarily, but you have to try. Fan Xian closed his eyes a little tiredly, and said, "At least it should be no problem to eat, but if you want to return to the original realm, I'm afraid you can't...... I advise you to start practicing your left hand again now, your left hand is good...... You must know that there was a man named Jing Wusheng who was famous for his left hand, of course, his right hand was hidden deeper, if you can practice both hands, it will be amazing. ”

There was silence in the carriage for a while, and Wang Shisanlang suddenly smiled calmly and said, "Then I will practice my left hand first, and then I will practice my right hand when I have time." ”

Begonia Blossom quietly looked at Fan Xian with her eyes closed and her face full of paleness, and she didn't know how many strange feelings she had in her heart, she and Fan Xian had seen little and parted a lot over the years, but the two never needed too many words to know each other's intentions. However, at this moment, Begonia Blossom suddenly found that she couldn't see through Fan Xian.

In the battle of the Kyoto Imperial Palace, Begonia Duoduo clearly and shocked to find that Fan Xian has faintly exceeded the realm of the nine products recognized by the world, and steadily suppressed himself and Wang Shisanlang, just looking at how many rounds he can fight with Emperor Qing head-on, and can make Emperor Qing injured, he knows what a terrible level Fan Xian's strength has reached now.

"You...... Have you already understood something?" asked Begonia a headless sentence.

Fan Xian immediately understood, opened his eyes, shook his head, and said with a slight smile: "If you really understand, you won't be so miserable in the palace." ”

As soon as these words came out, the three young men in the carriage fell silent at the same time, and their thoughts seemed to return to the snowstorm in the palace, these three most powerful and potential young masters in the world, plus a number one assassin in the world, but when facing the bright yellow figure, they still seemed so small.

Thinking of Emperor Qing's radiance, although the people in the carriage successfully injured him, they still had a feeling of being unable to resist.

"There is no real God in the world, and His Majesty has been hurt more seriously than you and me. Fan Xian's indifferent words broke the suffocating atmosphere in the carriage, "If I am not wasted at this time, Thirteen is not crippled, and you have vomited three buckets of blood, in fact, the best choice at this moment should be to go back to Kyoto." ”

Haitang smiled slightly, thinking that such a bold plan could only be thought of by Fan Xian, her heart moved slightly, and she quietly looked at his pale face and asked, "How is your injury?"

"It's worse than thirteen, and there is basically no chance of recovery. Fan Xian calmly talked about his injuries and said: "But I don't care about these, since I can't beat my majesty by fighting, just like a child can't beat people in a fight, going to find a relative who is older in his own house is the same way for eternity." ”

Haitang didn't understand the meaning of Fan Xian's words for the time being, and the tiredness in his eyes like a bright lake was slightly subtle, and he asked calmly: "Those thunderstorms in the square in front of the palace...... Do you know what it is?"

"It's a box. The corners of Fan Xian's lips curled slightly, "It's my box, probably Kuhe and Sigu Sword have also mentioned that box to you." But don't look at me like that, I don't know whose hand the box is now, and don't think too much of the box is terrifying, if it was really an artifact, His Majesty would not only be seriously injured now, but would have died a long time ago. ”

Haitang was silent for a long time and asked: "I have always had something I don't understand, since you and Emperor Qing are mutually restrictive, and no one is willing to let Nanqing have civil strife, then why don't you choose to escape from Kyoto and live in seclusion, but choose to take action?"

Fan Xian was also silent for a long time, the calm in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and he said in a harmonious voice: "First, I want to prove to His Majesty that I have the qualifications to negotiate with him on an equal footing, then first I must have the courage to sit in front of him and talk to him." Second, it is certainly a way to quit Kyoto and live in seclusion, but His Majesty will not want me to break away from the control. The most important thing is...... I'm not reconciled. ”

He closed his eyes and said faintly: "I can choose to go to sea like Ye Liuyun and Mr. Fei, and ignore the world from now on, no matter how many people will die in the war on this continent, but I am not reconciled...... No one can stop him, and in history, he will be right. ”

This is the truth of success and defeat, if no one can stop Emperor Qing, there will never be any breath of Ye Qingmei left in history, and Chen Pingping will also be destined to become a thief who is full of evil, heinous, and finally died by Ling Chi.

Fan Xian was unwilling to accept the wisp of soul from his hometown, and the result of his efforts on this continent was to turn into a white expanse and the land was really clean, so he had to make the most courageous attempt.

"I'm going to try it once. Fan Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, "Although I lost, at least I have no regrets, when I die in the future, I can always tell myself, I will finally be brave once in my life." ”

The medicinal soup on the stove was making a slight noise, and a wisp of medicinal incense shrouded the carriage, Haitang looked at Fan Xian in a daze, and asked softly, "Then what should you do next?"

In today's situation, Fan Xian rose up with a thunderous blow, but he still failed, Emperor Qing was seriously injured and lay in the palace, but after all, he did not die, and Qingguo's strong national strength still exists, and no one can resist this lion head-on. For Fan Xian, if he wants Emperor Lao Tzu to maintain the sincerity of fulfilling his promises, he can't do anything that angers the Qingguo court, and the road in front of Fan Xian now seems to be the only way to hide in a small mountain village and spend the rest of his life.

"I'm going to the temple, I don't know if you're interested. Fan Xian sent out an invitation very sincerely.

Wang Shisanlang's eyes lit up, and the begonia blossoms smiled after being slightly startled, and said, "Lord Wang has probably worked hard this way, I'll go to catch the car." ”

"Do you know the way?" Fan Xian laughed and couldn't help but cough twice.

Haitang didn't reply, and responded with a smile: "You mentioned some in Jiangnan back then, it should be in the north." ”

............ From the fog crossing the river to the official road, the broad-leaved forest next to the road gradually turned into a fine needle-like storage zài, accompanied by the beautiful ice on the trees beside the road, the road covered with residual snow can be passed all the way to Shangjing, the capital of the Northern Qi court.

The dilapidated and vicissitudes of the city wall in Shangjing City is also covered by a piece of snow, although the area south of the Nanqing River today must have been warm and warm with chūn buds, grass will grow, and insects will chirping, but this year, the light snow in the Northern Qi Dynasty has fallen, and the temperature has not been able to rise, and it is still white sè as the main tone.

The bright yellow umbrella is like a strange flower on the snow, opening on the head of the ancient city of Shangjing, and the light snow is sprinkled on the top of the umbrella without making a sound. His Majesty, the Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and his favorite concubine, Li Guifei, dressed in extremely luxurious fur furs, stood under the umbrella, standing in front of the countless eunuchs and palace maids of the Northern Qi court, quietly watching the road in front of the capital.

Without waiting long, a very ordinary-looking carriage slowly drove over from the intersection in the southwest direction, and the gate of the capital city was wide open, and a caravan-like procession came out to meet it.

The Northern Qi Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, he put his hands behind his back, and his slightly pale face had a touch of not very healthy ruddy, he looked at the carriage and couldn't help but sigh softly. The sigh was so oppressive that no one could hear it except the manager beside him.

At this time, the manager was holding a tightly wrapped baby, bowing his head to arrange the warm towel on the top of the baby's head, suddenly smelling the sigh beside him, his eyes were gloomy, he raised his head and whispered: "Such a cold weather, otherwise...... Let the grandmothers go down with the red bean rice first?"

From the eleventh to the twelfth year of Qingli, the Northern Qi court has maintained an extremely rare suppression and forbearance for the unpredictable situation in the south. The most critical reason why the Northern Qi court did not take advantage of the great opportunity of Emperor Qing and Fan Xian's father and son to seek greater interests is that since last autumn, the Emperor of Northern Qi has been seriously ill, and Mr. Qingshan Mupeng, who was released back to Shangjing by Nanqing, could not be cured for a while.

The government is basically dealt with by the Queen Mother, and the Northern Qi Emperor has been ill for several months, but fortunately, the royal bloodline that the subjects of the Northern Qi are most worried about finally came out in this year, and the good news finally came out in this year, and the concubine Li, who was favored by His Majesty, was pregnant and successfully gave birth to a princess.

Perhaps because of this good news, the illness of the Northern Qi Emperor Xià has gradually improved, and the people of the Northern Qi court are all very happy, although the concubine Li Guifei gave birth to not a prince, but thousands of people think to themselves, His Majesty is still young after all, as long as there is a beginning, the future can naturally continue to live.

The name of this little princess of Northern Qi has not yet been taken, but the emperor of Northern Qi and Concubine Li Guifei privately gave this pink-carved child a nickname and called it red bean rice.

Hearing Si Lili's words, the Northern Qi Emperor frowned a little annoyed, glanced back at the daughter in her arms, and said slightly angrily: "These villains are really troublesome enough. ”

The manager's face remained unchanged, but he was smiling in his heart, secretly thinking that the red bean rice in his arms had really caused a lot of trouble for His Majesty, but fortunately, it was passed smoothly. Suddenly, she looked at her abdomen sadly, her figure looked bloated, and she looked like a mother, but after all, there was no seed in her belly.

She knew very well why His Majesty was braving the cold and carrying the princess to the city wall to see the carriage, because after the carriage entered the territory of the Northern Qi Dynasty, it contacted the Northern Qi court, and the Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty and she both knew where the carriage would go next, and ...... No one is optimistic that they will be able to come back, and His Majesty is probably ...... I just want the man from the south to see this child with his own eyes before leaving.

............ On the official road not far from the wall of Shangjing, it is a different scene. The lonely carriage connected with the caravan that came out of the capital, Fan Xian wrapped in thick fur clothes, rarely walked out of the carriage, looked at the young man in front of him in a daze, and felt all kinds of feelings in his heart, and his eyes were a little wet for a while, but he couldn't say anything.

From the fourth year of Qingli to the present day, eight years have passed, and Fan Sizhen in front of him has changed from the child with a pockmarked face and annoying to the young man who is now mature and steady, and has a big business style. At this moment, Fan Xian suddenly had the illusion that he was old, stepped forward, hugged his brother tightly, and didn't say much.

The two of them didn't spend much time together, but Fan Xian never lost his advice and teachings to him, and the letters were never broken, he knew how hard it was for his brothers to work alone in Northern Qi, but as the so-called jade is not cut, he must be willing to endure it.

"Brother. Fan Sizhen looked at his brother who he hadn't seen for a long time, and thought about the things that happened in Kyoto in the south, and then thought that his brother was about to embark on a road of no return that the world thought would be, so he couldn't help but feel sad, cried, and said: "My father and mother are both in Lanzhou, and my health is not good now, so you just went, what should we do?"

"This dead child!" Fan Xian's heart was slightly warm, but he coughed and scolded with a smile: "It's like I'm going to die, my father over there will naturally take care of it, if you are free, you can also go back and have a look, and do your ......filial piety on my behalf" Speaking of this, he sighed and didn't say anything more, Fan Sizhen actually knew that in the current situation, it was impossible for his brother to return to Shanzhou, because His Majesty could not allow him to survive.

"What you have been asked to prepare all these years, are you ready?" Fan Xian didn't want his brother to meet, so he fell into such a sad feeling, forcibly changed the topic, and said: "It's going to be difficult, I don't know what I'll face, those things I want you to prepare, but they are used to save my life, you can't be a businessman." ”

This joke is not funny, Fan Sizhen naturally couldn't laugh, and responded with a buzzing voice, those things are in the caravan, and the caravan has to follow Fan Xian out of the North Gate Tianguan all the time, so naturally there is no need to take it out at this time.

The two brothers left the convoy, and then talked carefully for a while, nothing more than about Shanzhou, about Kyoto, about their parents, about their grandmother, about Ruoruo and their sister-in-law and nephew.

When they were about to separate, the two brothers returned to the side of the convoy, Fan Sizhen thought of a thing, frowned slightly, personally took out a heavy urn from a carriage, hugged it to Fan Xian, and asked suspiciously: "This is sent by His Royal Highness from Dongyi City, saying that it is something that you have told you not to forget, what is ......it? I didn't dare open it. ”

Fan Xian's expression suddenly became solemn, and he immediately smiled slightly, knowing that he was afraid that he would not be able to hold such a heavy jar with his body, he beckoned to the carriage and said to Wang Shisanlang who came down: "Come, since you have some strength in your right arm, hurry up and hold your master, your master is too heavy, I can't hold it." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone near the convoy was stunned, as for Fan Sizhe's face holding the urn, he couldn't help but change, how could he have thought that what he was holding was actually the ashes of the Sigu Sword, this is the remains of a great grandmaster!

Wang Shisanlang's face also changed, he carefully took the urn as if he was holding a treasure, and returned to the carriage without saying a word.

"Why?" Wang Shisanlang suddenly poked a face out of the carriage and asked with a slight frown.

"Your master told me that if I want to go to the temple, I must take him with me. Fan Xian shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

............ Looking at the convoy that had gradually set off and slowly left, Fan Sizhen who knelt in the snow to see off his brother, the eyes of the manager at the head of the city suddenly gave birth to a disappointment and sadness that could not be concealed, she turned her head to look at the Emperor of Northern Qi and said, "Why is he unwilling to enter Beijing?"

The Emperor of Northern Qi had a calm face, put his hands behind his back, and said in silence for a moment: "Since he has a gambling contract with Emperor Qing, he is naturally willing to gamble and lose, and he is unwilling to be used by me, how can he enter the city? ”

"But why didn't Duoduo come to say a word to us?"

"Her current identity is Fan Xian's friend, which must be understood by the whole world. After the emperor said this, an extremely complicated expression flashed in his eyes, and he was about to turn around and leave the city, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was faintly satisfied.

On the convoy that was leaving, I saw Fan Xian waving to this side, with a smile on his face. The Emperor of Northern Qi smiled slightly, and was about to beckon, but suddenly realized that something was not quite right, forcibly put his arm down, and just sighed in his heart.

Fan Xian put down his hand, sat back in the carriage, looked at Wang Shisanlang, who was holding the ashes of the sword and did not let go for a moment, and Begonia, who was leaning against the window to watch the scenery of his homeland, and said to himself in his heart, women, brothers, goodbye.

Goodbye often means not to see each other again, but Fan Xian doesn't think so, all the people in the world who know his plan think that he is a madman, that he can't come out of the temple alive, but ...... He didn't believe this, because Ye Qingmei could, and so could he.