Yefu back garden. Ye Wan's pupils shrunk. stared at the little guy in Tsing Yi without blinking. He didn't expect that after being shouted by himself. The other party actually has such guts. Turn around and face yourself head-on. Rather than choosing to go over the wall in the first place.

Fan Xian turned around calmly, and there was only a calm in his eyes. But without a trace of other emotions, he looked at the strange young general in front of him. In the first time, he could distinguish the identity of the other party, and he could come to Ye Ling'er living alone in the small garden without passing through, there were only two men in the Ye family, young and old, since the other party was not Ye Chong. That's naturally the year of wind and water. He has been admired by countless Qing army soldiers and General Di Ye Wan.

Put it a year ago. Or even more ago, between Fan Xian and Ye Wan, the two most powerful young people in Nanqing. may have some sympathy for each other, and I can't help but feel that it is just like Fan Xian and the eldest prince at the beginning. There is a grudge at the beginning. In the end, because of temperament, they got closer and closer.

However, today it is impossible, and now Di Fan Xian is a rebellious and heinous sinner in Nanqing. Ye Wan is a general star who has risen suddenly, and His Majesty privately trusts the younger generation the most. The most critical thing is. Fan Xian experienced a long journey through the snowfields. It seems that he has looked down on everything in this world. There is only calm and indifference in the eyes.

This calm and indifference represents a powerful confidence. And in Ye Wan's opinion. It was a strong disdain, and the resentment and anger in his heart that had been hidden for several days suddenly occupied his whole body. This anger did not make his judgment skewed in the slightest. Just more calm.

"Fan Xian is here!" Ye Wan snorted. Although he would love to have a fair battle with Fan Xian. But he won't make this kind of mistake, for the Nanqing Imperial Court, Fan Xian is like a fish bone that can't be swallowed, being able to catch this person, or kill this person, is what Ye Wan wants to do the most.

His Majesty once said that this man does not die. The sacred heart is uneasy, and Ye Wan is a minister. He had to suppress his pride, so when he shouted loudly and informed the soldiers outside the park, he chose to retreat as soon as possible, using this gesture of weakness. blocked Fan Xian's retreat, and did not hesitate to use this more humiliating way. Gain more time as well.

As long as the soldiers arrived, the warning in Kyoto was loud, Ye Wan didn't believe that Fan Xian could escape, and Fan Xian also understood this, so when Ye Wan spoke indifferently. He's already pounced.

Fan Xian pounced like a smoke, although softly, but softly in the shadow. But it is mixed with a chilling domineering. Tearing through the cold air of late autumn. It also tore apart the tranquility of the world in this garden.

The strong and domineering momentum that came to his face made Ye Wan's eyes squint when he took three steps back, and he seemed to feel the strong wind in front of him, like a sting ice blade. He was shocked. However, his face remained calm and unchanged, and he was too late to draw his sword. With his hands in front of him, his left fist and his right palm intersected, and in a very short time, he built a hand bridge extremely strongly. Sealed in front.

As soon as the bridge came out. It was like an iron chain across the river, and a solemn and powerful aura arose. Shengsheng stopped before Fan Xian's punch, and directly lined the driftwood floating on the Ruojiang River. Although the castration is ferocious, there is no feeling that it may shatter the chains.

Fan Xianren was in mid-air, but his eyes had already narrowed. He refined the Ye family's coffin for several years. is very clear about Ye Jiadi's family kung fu. However, Ye Wan took three steps back today, looking weak. Unexpectedly, as soon as the hand bridge was built, a thick wall came out of the air.

Such a rich and subtle sealing pose. It's definitely not the content of the big splitting coffin, is it the magic left by the great grandmaster? Could it have been learned by this young general?

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

And more importantly, the counterattack of the flowing clouds is like floating clouds in the sky. It is difficult for anyone to catch the real thing, even if Fan Xian is not afraid. But Ruozhen was sealed by the flowing clouds. I was afraid that I couldn't retreat for a while, and Ye Wan obviously wouldn't mind dragging him in order to catch or kill him. Then join forces with others.

Whoosh. As if it was a trick, a black delicate crossbow arrow suddenly shot out of Fan Xiandi's sleeve. exceeded the speed of his fist, and shot on the bridge of Ye Wan's hand with a bang.

This hand is very insidious, Fan Xian has always been a sinister person. However, this sound seemed to be problematic, and the poisonous crossbow arrows were delicately fed as if they had been shot into wood, only in Ye Wan's hands full of calluses. But there was a small red dot left on his still white hands. And he fell down in despair.

After Ye Liuyun scattered his hands and cultivated to the extreme. It can hold the sword of the four swords, and the sword is extremely violent. His nephew Ye Wan obviously did not have this kind of realm, but in the face of Fan Xian's insidious shooting of the ground crossbow arrow, he was extremely strong.

The black light was followed by a bright light. Snort. Fan Xian clenched his fists on the ground and suddenly dispersed. A black ground dagger stabbed hard.

Ye Wan's face was still calm and did not move at all. The two hands that intersected with one fist and one palm became soft before the black dagger, turning into two clouds in the sky and the earth, and gently attached to the side of Fan Xiandi's black dagger. Fan Xian's thousands of domineering energy seemed to be plunged into the cotton mire, without causing the slightest wave.

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

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

At this time, the two of them were already close at hand, and Ye Wan had no way to retreat. Fan Xian must break the road. Everyone has already risen to the pinnacle of cultivation in an instant.

The black dagger with a terrible force was cut. Ye Wan's hands suddenly turned into two old trees, and the branches and roots of the leafless ground bloomed, and Dangdang Dangdang and the black dagger touched quickly dozens of times. But there was not a single scar left on those withered fingers!

In this moment of lightning and flint, the corners of Fan Xian's lips curled. Smile slightly. There is only peace in the smile and the confidence that this calm represents. And this confidence is so strong that the black dagger on his fingertips slashed dozens of times, and all of them were blocked. He took advantage of the situation to take the dagger back, and his left hand, which had been hanging calmly at his waist, was clenched into a fist, without giving any subtle angles, nor mixing the techniques taught by any of the great masters, but just smashed it hard.

With a muffled bang, Fan Xiandi's left fist slammed into the hand bridge that Ye Wan had re-laid in an instant!

Between two strongly young men. It has progressed to the martial arts cultivation as the root base competition. Fan Xian gave up his external emotions and skills, was unreasonable, and fought with Ye Wan very strongly.

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

Ye Wan's ground color was slightly black, and it turned white in an instant, and his left foot stepped on the back. His hands were in front of him. The whole body of the person formed a beautiful arrow shape. The hind feet were like a dead nail in the rock, and the two hands were like an iron plate, blocking any attack that came at him.

Fan's body was still so relaxed and casual, like he was under anger. Very mindless punch. His feet were still the same. His body was still in shape.

A powerful wave. From the bodies of the two people in the garden, it spread outward, and the autumn wind roared. I don't know how many rubble and fallen leaves were shaken.

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

Ye Wan has such a strong and solid true qi in his body. How did he come out of it? Could it be that when this person was exiled to Nanzhao, he was actually tempering his spirit and will without sleep? Fan Xian faintly felt a little admired for the other party, but there were already footsteps outside the park, and Fan Xian didn't want to delay any longer.

Fan Xian Weihui was stunned, but he didn't know that the shock in Ye Wan's heart on the other side was even more indescribable, Ye Wan knew how strong he was, but ...... Faced with Fan Xian's seemingly casual punch, he actually had the unlucky idea that the bridge would be washed away. The reason why this thought was born was purely because Ye Wan was in the field, and he felt more truly that the strength of the domineering Fan Xiandi was stronger than the legend!

At this moment, Ye Wan finally understood where the reputation of the four words of Lord Xiao Fan finally came from. He finally understood. Why did His Majesty tell himself that if he saw Fan Xian, he should take three steps back first.

If Ye Wan hadn't taken three steps back before, he would have built the hand bridge first. Otherwise, with Fan Xian's change of opportunity, his strength is strong, and his shot is ruthless. I'm afraid it will be in an instant. Destroy your own mind with three consecutive blows, and don't give yourself a chance to cast a scattered hand at all!

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

Fan Xian didn't give Ye Wan this chance, although it was impossible to kill the other party in one move. But he decided to leave an indelible impression on the other party, for this first encounter between the two that was destined to be passed on to future generations. Leave a result that is satisfying for yourself.

So Fan's eyes became brighter and brighter. The lichen on his body began to tremble in the autumn wind. A touch of extreme faintness. But there is an endless stream of heaven and earth vitality, along with the autumn wind. Along the hollow ground in his clothes, along every inch of skin on his body. began to pour into his body without stopping.

Fan Xian's eyes closed. Covering the unusually bright light in his eyes, he snorted and his left arm swelled. Castration has exhausted the fist. At this moment, I vomit all my strength!

The dam made of sand and gravel blocked the mighty river for thousands of miles. However, the river water is getting higher and higher, and the water potential is getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly, the sky is not beautiful, and there is a lot of rain, and countless thousands of rains are sprinkled into the river. In an instant. Knocked the dam out of a breach.

A great hall that is about to collapse. Surrounded by countless thick and straight logs, it barely supports the existence of this palace. Yet, the earth began to shake. One strand was not there. But suddenly appeared in the world's energy. shook the earth. Shook the roots of the logs. Let the logs fall down at root, and the hall lost its support and collapsed with a bang.

From the start, change has been the same. With the Ye family's flowing hands, and the sealing gesture to build a bridge, he successfully sealed Fan Xian's three consecutive strikes, Ye Wan did not have any pride, even if he was facing the powerful Fan Xian, it was because he knew best. How strong you are. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that the bridge he had built with his two hands had been washed away. This hall of my own body is about to collapse......

It turns out that Fan Xian is powerful. It's still above the legend, it's still above your own judgment!

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

The autumn breeze is back. Falling leaves fly again. There was no trace of Fan Xian in the back garden of Ye's family, only the pale Ye Wan was left, covering his chest. Forcibly swallowed the mouthful of blood that gushed to his lips.

The guards finally rushed to the park at this time, but they saw no trace of the enemy. I only saw General Xiaoye, who had always been invincible, and it seemed that he was defeated!

From Ye Wan seeing the little guy in Tsing Yi to these soldiers rushing into the garden, it was actually only about ten seconds. In these ten seconds, two important figures who will influence Nanqing in the future. They met for the first time in their lives, and the winners and losers were decided.

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

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers finally knew whose hands the general who was regarded as a god of death by them was defeated. There was a look of shock on everyone's faces.

Ye Wan slowly turned around. Holding his hands and squinting at the high wall where Fan Xian jumped out before, his mood was extremely complicated, it was an emotion of anger and unwillingness. In the previous war, he was a courtier. The first thought is to keep the other person. So from the beginning, it was on the defensive, and the momentum fell to the downside. So he was unwilling in his heart, if he changed the scene. Maybe it's a lot better, right?

Fan Xian's last punch. was able to easily break through his own hand bridge, although Fan Xian's domineering true anger broke through the Liuyun Scattered Hands. There is no more lethality left. But he was defeated and injured by the other party. It was an undeniable fact, especially the powerful true qi that gushed out of that fist at the end, which made Ye Wan understand a fact, and now he himself. It is indeed not Fan Xiandi's opponent.

Ye Wan would never underestimate his enemies, especially for a well-known figure like Fan Xian. But he still didn't expect that the strength shown by Fan Xian today was actually better than in the legend and in the military intelligence. More powerful than your own prediction!

The cough sounded, Ye Wan wiped the blood from his lips with the corner of his sleeve, his eyes were cold, and he was extremely angry, the reason for his anger was why life was so unfair? The diligence of cultivation does not think about the two of them, so that they have the super strength of the nine grades now, but it seems that it is not enough to look at the ground!

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

Fan Xian didn't know that the young general in the Ye Mansion behind him was angry. Even if he knew, I'm afraid he wouldn't understand. Because he knew better than anyone that he was definitely not a genius in martial arts cultivation. It's just that I'm lucky, and I'm hardworking and diligent than anyone else.

In the final analysis, he and Ye Wan are on the same path. It's just that Fan Xian has been practicing domineering skills since he was born. He had been in fear of death since the first day of his life. This kind of pressure. This kind of feeling is unmatched in the world, which is why it has created his current strange realm.

defeated Ye Wan, but he couldn't kill the other party. Fan Xiandi did not have a trace of pride and smugness in his heart, because his current strong strength and self-confidence had already allowed him to transcend a certain category. Deceptively simple. But it's back to basics. Extremely wonderful choice.

He kept his head down. Get rid of the gradual ups and downs of the turmoil in Kyoto. Silently returned to the inn, and then he saw the silent Uncle Wuzhu, who was not looking at the scenery by the window today. Instead, he lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about something.

Humans think. And God laughed. And if Wuzhu starts to think, who will laugh? Fan Xian coughed lightly. coughed up the bloody sputum that had been injured by the shock of the Ye Wanshou Bridge before. looked at Uncle Wuzhu and said, "He knows I'm back." I'm going to the palace tonight. ”

Although I know that it doesn't make much sense to say these words. But I don't know why, Fan Xian is still used to explaining everything he does to Uncle Wuzhu, just like coughing up blood and talking about it for a day and a night before the Snow Temple.

Wuzhu really didn't react in the slightest. Just keep your head down.

Fan Xiandi's head gradually lowered.

The night was getting darker. There is no point in the room of the inn ***. It's just darkness. Two people.

The next day, when it was dawn, the room of the inn was empty, and the unlit candles were still in a delicate appearance, and there were no sticky tears shed to advance the revenge that was about to begin and end.

It was just after midnight. Fan Xian changed into a eunuch's clothes. Escape into the night of Kyoto, before leaving the inn. He finally gave Uncle Wuzhu a deep look. And did not try to wake each other up. Invite the other person to join in the conflict of human emotions.

Wuzhu didn't seem to care about him leaving. It's just that a person waits until dawn, and then the light of the day is brightened for a moment. In late autumn and early winter, it rained in Kyoto, and the cold rain crackled against the transparent glass windows, and flowers bloomed on them.

It's rain, not snow. On the contrary, it was extremely cold, and the cold rain never became heavier. It's just a little bit of it's going down. Hit on the back of a private house in Kyoto. In the bluestone alley, the small bridge flows well, resounding with a very rhythmic, slow and beautiful melody.

All the houses in Kyoto that are bathed in a little cold rain. All have windows. Since the revival of the Neku, the price of glass in the country has plummeted, and most of these windows are made of glass.

So, all the cold rain falls on the earth. Flowers of different sizes will bloom on the glass.

Five bamboos covered in black cloth. Sitting quietly by the window, watching the rain flowers bloom from the glass window, I don't know how long I was silent. Suddenly, a finger was held out. He lightly touched the glass, as if he wanted to touch the beautiful flower outside the window. But he was helplessly separated by the glass.

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

Wuzhu sat for a long time, and then he stood up. Silently looking out the window. It seems that it is time to go shopping by myself at this time. So he turned and pushed the door out of the room, and walked down the stairs, out of the inn, into the icy rain.

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

No one is going to go shopping in the rain, and maybe there are couples who like to have fun. Walking in the rain with an umbrella, but there should be no such thing in this world. The scholar held an umbrella and howled in the rain to break the poem, which was an idiot. Covered with a black cloth. Wuzhu, dressed in cloth, walked in the rain, but he didn't know how many surprised eyes of people sheltering from the rain.

The icy rain soaked the cloth clothes of Wuzhudi. It also engulfed the dirty mud spots. He walked alone in the rain in silence and solitude. Walking through the streets and alleys of Kyoto, he let the rain wet his forever black and beautiful hair, and also wet the black cloth that had been covered with thousands of years of wind and frost.

Rain dripped down the edges of the black cloth.