Fan Xian wanted to laugh but couldn't, the expression on his face was as if he was frozen by the wind and snow outside the temple, he looked at Wang Shisanlang in front of him in a daze, looked at the calm but stubborn face of this young friend, sighed deeply after a long time, and also felt the chill in his heart.

He knew that what Shisanro said was the truth, and the other party was a real person, so he felt cold.

If the development of events in the future is different from Fan Xian and Sigu Jian's estimated plan, if in the eyes of the people of the world, Fan Xian only grabbed the strength of Dongyi City, but did not take into account the interests of the people and merchants of Dongyi City, maybe Thirteen Lang would really make a move against him at a price.

Looking at the sword's last life, Taiping Qianzhuang, and the disciples of Jianlu have already paid too much profit and strength for this gamble, if Fan Xian really turns against the water in the future, these people will be angry and hateful to the bones. There is no need to think about it, Fan Xian also knows how thrilling the crazy revenge of the thirteen sons of Jianlu will be.

What's more, he has this close and very good young friend by his side, Fan Xian doesn't want to fight with Wang Shisanlang for his life.

Especially the crazy revenge of Jianlu, even if it can't directly hurt Fan Xian, who is protected by the Supervision Yuan, but the surprise attack of such a nine-rank powerhouse will definitely be able to hurt the relatives, friends, subordinates and the like that Fan Xian cares about.

Emperor Qingguo can bear this kind of loss, because most of the time, he treats most of his relatives and subordinates as inappropriate, but Fan Xian can't, he knows that the attitude shown by Wang Shisanlang at this time represents what kind of determination the disciples of Jianlu are, and he can't help but be secretly afraid.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes, the cold glint in his eyes gradually grew, but gradually dispersed, looked at Wang Shisanlang and said calmly: "You senior brothers want to figure out one thing, this matter is what your master asked me to do, not what I asked him to do, and the so-called cooperation is also your unilateral idea...... I do not accept any form of coercion. ”

Wang Shisanlang was silent, knowing that Fan Xian was telling the truth.

Fan Xian stared at his eyes and said word by word: "This is what I have always wondered, Sigu Sword gave me twelve swords, how can I trust your loyalty, and I don't have to worry about it night and night, you will stab me from behind." ”

"If someone wants to stab you, I'm in my way. Wang Shisanlang lowered his head a little gloomily, "As long as you don't break your promise." ”

Fan Xian sneered and said: "I have a shadow behind me, what do I need you to do?" I just hate this feeling, what am I? I am not a person who can be coerced into doing things, Jian Lu must have a correct attitude, if Yun Zhilan or Li Bohua don't believe me, then there is no need for us to continue talking, just give up, and in a few months, lead the army to talk again." ”

Wang Shisanlang glanced up at him with some doubt and pain, and said, "You are also threatening. ”

"Come and don't be rude. Fan Xian looked at him seriously and said, "I'm very worried about the will you have shown, and I don't want anyone to use you to control me." ”

"We don't have that luxury, but ...... To be honest, we don't understand the master's will, especially the senior brothers don't have too deep contact with you, they don't know what kind of person you are, they can't believe that you will ...... Regardless of Qingguo's interests, he thinks about the life and death of Dongyi City. ”

"Believe it or not is their business, I just need them to accept it. Fan Xian stood up and patted him lightly on the shoulder, "We are friends, I don't want you to be a friend who stands by my side and watches my every move at all times." ”

"Friends should trust each other and support each other, regardless of the reason. Fan Xian looked at Wang Shisanlang and said seriously: "You are the attitude that Sigu Jian showed me, and it is also the attitude that I showed to Sigu Jian, because of you, this kind of trust can be established between me and Sigu Jian, but I hope that from now on, you will learn to have your own attitude...... People must live for themselves, in this world, there are enough people who are burdened with the so-called national hatred and family hatred, and the people are righteous, and your xìngzi is not suitable for this kind of thing. ”

"Are you suitable?" Wang Shisanlang understood his words and asked quietly.

"I was forced to go to Liangshan. Fan Xian's lips were bitter, his heart was sad, the corners of his lips curled, his eyes looked outside the quiet room and sighed and sang: "Look at the black hole over there, but that thief's lair? What do you think of as a thief? But a real thief? I am a thief? I don't want to rush forward, let alone kill them cleanly." ”

Wang Shisanlang looked at him quietly, and suddenly said, "Who else in this world can force you to do this?"

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, and then said: "I don't know, maybe fundamentally, it's just that I want to do it myself." ”

............ Regarding the matter of the emperor's majesty, Fan Xian had already done enough far-reaching consideration, as he had said to his father, before Uncle Wuzhu came back, he didn't want to turn his face with His majesty, and he didn't have any reason to turn his face. Although there was such a tragedy decades ago, as a soul wandering in this world, even if he wants to avenge that woman, he will always hesitate when facing his physical father.

And His Majesty the Emperor is still so powerful, so powerful that it is completely invincible.

Fan Xian just wanted to make this world a little gentler and more in line with what he had in mind, which was probably the first thing all the traversers wanted to do after they came to another completely different world.

He didn't know that Ye Tao did this, Wu Anguo did this, and even Ye Qingmei did this, probably only Shi Yue didn't do it.

In fact, this is just the fate of the traverser, or the fate of the excellent traverser, the self-indulgence can not be a lifetime, and the enjoyment can not always be subdued by the needs of the gods, human instinctively detect and control zhìyù, will force to go in that direction, and anyone who has enough power and strength will try to use the power in their hands to change something.

Jinyi travels all his life at night, which requires the concentration of an old monk, but even when the old monk is dying, he can't help but ask Shakespeare.

So a person like Fan Xian, when he is already in a certain position in this world, always has to put on beautiful clothes, stand under the sun, and do what he wants to do according to his own ideas.

Not necessarily a good choice for the world, but at least a good choice for him. History, it is a dough that is kneaded by the strong, but the strong think that it is best to knead it into a delicate little girl, and some think that it should be kneaded into a large noodle knife and chopped in the lively market.

Who's right and who's wrong, leave it to history to judge, anyway, before history draws conclusions, the strong have long been turned into white bones, and they must do it, which is thorough enough, refreshing enough, and worthy of it.

―――――――――――――――――――――― Fan Xian lived this second life, and at the end of the tenth year of Qingli, he finally climbed to the pinnacle of what he could achieve. At this time, the young minister of Qingguo, with power in his hands, power in the Supervision Yuan, and money, most of the money in the world is under his faint control, and he has a reputation, his reputation is so loud, the world does not do the second person.

The most important thing is that he has deeds. When the white smoke rose in the four parts of Dongyi City, and Bai Sè's conjuring flags swaggered in the thick twilight chūn wind, the funeral of Sigu Jian was about to take place, and the negotiations between Nanqing and Dongyi City had ended, and the general trend of the world had finally undergone fundamental changes.

Dongyi City was finally nominally subjugated to the powerful Qing State, and the entire continent was subordinated to the iron heel of the Qing State, except for a touch of green in the west and a country that had remained silent in the north.

Moreover, Qingguo achieved this goal without sending a single soldier. It was naturally Fan Xian who contributed to this qiē, his prestige reached the peak of history at this moment, and what he did will inevitably be written into the books of history.

Fan Xian stood calmly at the door of the Sword Mansion, Wang Shisanlang stood behind him, the other eleven Sword Lu disciples also stood quietly not far away, while the Qingguo Mission stood on the other side of him, and the secret agent swordsmen of the Supervision Yuan did not show their figures, looking at the surrounding Yiqi in all directions.

Today is the opening ceremony of the sword house in the tenth year of Qingli, and this ceremony has already been held, but Sigu Jian has been seriously ill and about to die, plus the sword house has a big event to announce to the world, and many important people in the world have been invited.

There are too many people coming today, too miscellaneous, and recently, among the small princes and countries around Dongyi City and some markets in the city, there are faintly uneasy factors fermenting, and even rebels have appeared in several places, so Fan Xian, as a representative figure of the invaders, has naturally become the top priority of protection work.

But Dongyi City didn't really worry much about Fan Xian's safety, because the person who wanted to kill Fan Xian in this place should not have been born yet.

Of course, this judgment naturally excludes the only great master in the world today, His Majesty the Emperor Qingguo, after all, everyone thinks that Emperor Qing will not suddenly come crazy to assassinate his illegitimate son who has just made great achievements.

No one dared to stand side by side with Fan Xian, today's weather is aurora, chūn is bright, the sun is shining, and there is a faint heat in the air.

Wang Shisanlang was the person closest to Fan Xian, and he was half a step behind Fan Xian.

Fan Xian's face was calm, greeting the giant businessmen who came from all over the world, and at the same time, as half a master, he took over the Nanqing and Northern Qi missions, and the officials of the Nanqing mission had an irrepressible joy on their faces, while the faces of the Northern Qi officials were extremely ugly.

A large shed has been erected in the open space at the entrance of the Jianlu, on which are hung countless white paper flowers and curtains, which do not look festive, and do not correspond to the opening ceremony and the nominal declaration of submission.

Fan Xian didn't care about this, the officials of the Qingguo Rite Department were a little unhappy in their hearts, but they didn't dare to express anything, because everyone knew that this opening ceremony should actually be regarded as the funeral of Sigu Jian, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites did not want to anger those strongmen in the Sword House at such a critical moment.

The sun slowly moved up to the middle of the sky, and the air gradually became hotter, but fortunately, Dongyi City is on the coast of the East China Sea, and the sea breeze is blowing non-stop all night, and it can be tolerated. In addition, the greenhouse covers most of the blazing sun, and the guests from all over the world who come to watch the ceremony do not complain too much except to wipe their sweat.

Suddenly, the sound of firecrackers sounded outside the sword house, and I don't know how many firecrackers exploded at this moment, the confetti was shaken high, and the smoke began to fill.

It seems that this is a signal, in the entire huge Dongyi City, the door of every trading house, and the door of every private house, have lit the firecrackers that have been prepared at the same time, and even those Qinglou, which usually hang red lights and sing every night, have also replaced their lanterns with white sè and set off firecrackers in front of the building.

The girls had already changed into plain clothes, and looked in the direction of the sword house with a hint of anxiety and a trace of confusion.

The merchants stood under the white spirit banner in front of their house, watching the whip bubbles explode into crumbs in front of them.

The baby in the woman's arms was awakened by the loud sound of firecrackers that rang out at the same time in all directions in Dongyi City, regardless of north and south, east and west, and cried.

The entire Dongyi City was full of whips, weeping, and the slightly dazzling smell of Liuhuang enveloped the entire city with the smoke.

The whip is like a human being, and the smoke is like a soul that is gradually leaving.

Fan Xian watched this scene quietly, and suddenly thought of the firecrackers he heard outside the capital of Shangjing in Northern Qi many years ago, and secretly silently, thinking that whether it was the Zhuang family or the Sigu Sword, in fact, for these ordinary people, they were all the same noble.

Under the shed outside the sword house, in the voice of Yun Zhilan, everyone knelt down towards the black coffin.

Fan Xian also knelt down, and then heard the death of the Sigu Sword announced by Yun Zhilan on his behalf.

Not surprisingly, when Sigu Jian was dying, he finally forgave Yun Zhilan's dissent and ordered him to take over the position of the city lord of Dongyi City. Yun Zhilan has always presided over the secular affairs of Jianlu, and he has taken over the affairs of the world, and he will take over as the city lord, with the kind of resentment in his heart, he will definitely be able to form a relatively complete constraint with the Nanqing people who came to accept Dongyi City.

Fan Xian didn't care about this, he listened silently, just thinking that only by passing the sword to Thirteen Lang could he take advantage of the intimate relationship between the two to truly control the terrifying twelve swords.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Yun Zhilan's last words, and his eyes couldn't help but narrow.

............ "Fan Xian's mother is from Dongyi, and I personally taught me swordsmanship, which is really a big material, and I ordered him to preside over it...... Open the house. ”