(Readers, aunts and uncles, please give me some thin noodles, and don't attack the books that other authors have worked so hard to write, this is something I have always been very concerned about.)

The order on the monthly ticket list is very interesting, very nervous competition, which is actually a very good thing for physical and mental health, but don't get angry and hurt each other's feelings, it's really not good. Please be peaceful, yín swing yín swing, don't hurt don't hurt, thank you very much, thank you very much. ............ "I don't understand how you can hold on." At this time, there was no one else in this room in the sword house, it was very quiet, Fan Xian sat on the chair next to the bed, and whispered to the thin old man on the bed: "It's so hard, why bother?"

Fan Xian was still a little jealous of this great grandmaster, otherwise with the bitterness of his gentle face, the words he said at this time would be even more difficult to hear. It's just that although the sword has run out of oil, he is still very afraid that the thin old man on the bed will suddenly turn into a big sword, and then slash at him violently.

Si Gu Jian lay on the bed, his eyes staring up blankly, although his breathing was not sharp, but it was extremely profound, sounding like a broken bellows, giving people the feeling that the flame in the furnace was about to be extinguished.

This is exactly what Fan Xian was puzzled about, obviously when he was on Dadong Mountain, he was slapped by Ye Liuyun and punched by His Majesty, and his vitality died early, but he didn't know what method he used, and he was able to survive for three years.

It's just that a month ago, after being stabbed twice by the shadow wind and thunder sword, this great grandmaster finally couldn't stand it anymore, and the true qi in the meridians was completely dispersed, turning into a piece of wood on the bed. Fan Xian could clearly perceive what kind of pain and price he had paid for the forcible extension of his life by the Sigu Sword, so he didn't quite understand that since he had lived so hard and now that the agreement had been reached, why did the other party still rely on the pure life-preserving true qi in his body to drag it out for life?

Si Gu Jian's body was already extremely thin and thin, and in this month's struggle with the Netherworld, the loss was too great, and it was nearly twenty catties lighter, and the skin and flesh of the whole person were all dried up, and the skin was almost close to the bones, which looked very terrifying.

Ho-ho's voice rang out from the bed, as if laughing. Si Gu Jian said in a hoarse voice, and said in an extremely low voice: "Life and death are unreasonable, I don't want to die yet, so I want to live." ”

Fan Xian looked at him quietly, and after confirming that the other party was already in a quadriplegic situation, he couldn't help sighing, stood up, and said: "According to the theory, your disciples have injured me many times back then, and among the hundred tiger guards you killed on Dadong Mountain, many of them are my close subordinates who want to protect him, but I don't know why, seeing that you are about to die, I don't have much pleasure of revenge." ”

"Because...... You...... You know, those tiger guards were killed by your emperor Lao Tzu with a sword in my hand. Si Gu Jian's breathing gradually calmed down, and his words gradually stabilized, only the two pairs of eyes that were deeply sunken in the eye sockets were already difficult to condense the sword that was in the world back then, some indifferent, some sloppy.

After a pause, Fan Xian asked respectfully, "I really want to know how you survived these years. ”

Si Gu Jian was silent. Fan Xian stepped forward, stood beside the bed and gently lifted his quilt, extremely carefully pulled off the soft light clothes covering the Great Grandmaster's body, looked at the big wound on his chest and abdomen, and didn't open his mouth for a long time.

This was a rather rude and disrespectful action, and no one else in the Jianlu room saw it at this time, but Fan Xian still felt that his action was very rude and inappropriate, so he just glanced at it twice, and then carelessly pulled the clothes on the sword around him.

The great grandmaster who was dying could only let Fan Xian look at it like a corpse, presumably Si Gu Jian's heart should be angry, but it was very strange that Si Gu Jian's eyes did not change in the slightest, just looked at the beam above his head, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Fan Xian sat back in his chair and began to think carefully about the wound he had seen earlier. The reason why he was interested in Sigu Sword's wound was because he really didn't know how this great grandmaster had extended his life for three years, because he knew that the real reason for Sigu Sword's death was the punch that Emperor Majesty had slammed into him.

Even if he is a great grandmaster, but the meridians in his abdomen are all shattered, and his internal organs are all rotten, how can he survive?

In the City Lord's Mansion, when the shadow assassinated the Sigu Sword, Fan Xian once glanced at it and saw the strange wound on the abdomen of this great grandmaster.

The wound was covered with a very terrifying green sè, and this kind of green mangs was the Yan sè that Fan Xian was very familiar with, the highly poisonous Yan sè. Fan Xian sat on the chair, was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "How long has Mr. Fei been in Dongyi City?"

Si Gu Jian laughed with difficulty, and after a while, he whispered, "Actually, you are smarter than you think you are. ”

Fan Xianmu sat on the chair and said, "Cutting off the meridians with poison and stiffening the rotten flesh and blood, this kind of mysterious technique of using poison is not made by everyone. ”

He sighed, gently rubbed his temples and said, "This kind of realm, I heard my husband say it once when I was a child, but I never thought that someone could really do it." The three poisonous grandmasters in the world, Sean is dead, and I know that the one in your Dongyi City was blown out by you...... Although he has some level, who else can really use poison to make you live for a few more years, except for Mr. Fei. ”

"And what he kept telling me was that he wanted to go to sea, and if he didn't go from Quanzhou, he would go from Dongyi City. Fan Xian seemed to be talking to himself, and said softly: "He treated you back then, and now he will treat you again, it's not too unexpected." ”

"Hmm. Si Gu Jian's body froze on the bed at this time, unable to move at all, and said indifferently: "Fei Jie stayed in the sword house for a year and a half, and then went to sea. ”

Fan Xian's heart suddenly gave birth to a sense of confusion, when he saw the injury of the sword in the city lord's mansion, he was already suspicious, he thought that Mr. Fei Jie was still quietly hiding in the sword house, but he didn't expect that Mr. had already left.

He was reborn into this world, except for the two relatives Nǎinǎi and Uncle Wuzhu, Mr. Fei Jie was the first elder he met, the first person who loved himself wholeheartedly, although he was a strange person - Fan Xian and Fei Jie had not been together for a short time, but the master and apprentice were extremely close, a kind of closeness made of corpses and poison.

Mr. Fei Jie really went to sea, I was afraid that he would never return to this continent in this life, Fan Xian's heart suddenly felt cold, and a faint sadness swelled up, thinking that in the future, his father, Chen Pingping, and even the emperor Laozi may leave him one by one, leaving him alone in this world, which is really an unbearable sadness.

"Fei Jie and Ye Liuyun went out to sea together. Si Gu Jian confided another secret.

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, since Dadongshan, Ye Liuyun has only been recuperating from his injuries for two months, and it is the same as in previous decades, no one knows about him anymore, not even Ye Chong and Ye Ling'er. It's just that the subjects of Qingmin are used to the life of this great grandmaster like idle clouds and wild cranes, and no one cares too much.

Going to sea, going to a new continent? Fan Xian couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The big guys are quite simple. ”

"Ye Liuyun was stabbed by me on the mountain, and it is impossible to return to the original level. Si Gu Jian lay on the bed and said very calmly, without any pride or violence, "Fei Jie went to sea with him, he can take care of his injuries, Ye Liuyun's hands can protect Fei Jie, these two old things, they live a chic life." ”

Fan Xian stood up, looked at him after a moment of silence and said, "The negotiations between my Daqing and Dongyi City are still continuing, and you also know that this matter cannot be decided in a very short time. The princes and nobles of those vassal states must still have a backlash, you are about to die, and you can't control these problems, and I may use some hot hands when the time comes. ”

"It's none of my business. Si Gu Jian's thin body was buried under the quilt, looking pitiful, "You tell me this, cough ...... Cough...... Is it going to leave. ”

"I'm going to go back to Beijing for a while, and then I'll come back to deal with the follow-up. Fan Xian nodded, walked towards the outside of the house, and when his footsteps suddenly stepped on the threshold, he suddenly said, "What did Chen Pingping ask Fei Jie to bring you?"

Si Gu Jian seemed to be asleep, and did not answer at all.

Fan Xian turned around at the threshold, his eyes were full of worry, and he continued to ask: "Bitter lotus wants to prolong Chen Pingping's life, Chen Pingping wants to prolong your life, you old guys, why do you have to endure so hard? Sometimes, I really can't believe that the old dean would choose such a path, which is too inconsistent with his aesthetic concept." ”

"I was surprised, too. Si Gu Jian laughed ugly, "That old black dog has obviously been loyal to Emperor Qingguo, why should he help me save my life, isn't he afraid of me killing through the Hanging Temple?"

Fan Xian didn't open his mouth to speak, thinking a little gloomily in his heart, what the old cripple thought was just using people, what a miserable and painful plan this was.

"Before the rebellion in Kyoto three years ago, the dean was poisoned. Fan Xian suddenly lowered his head and said, "That person is from your Dongyi City." ”

With that, he walked out of the room and out of the lifeless, yet murderous room. He stood next to the big pit in the middle of the sword house, looked up at the sky, was silent for a long time, and did not speak. At this time, the white clouds were floating in the sky, and the round and bright sun was at the end of the long clouds, which looked like a large burning pen, scribbling dazzling pictures on the blue sky.

Burning itself and shining on others, this universe is already dark, but it can't tolerate a little darkness in its eyes, desperately burning the fuel at the beginning of time, trying to shine out all the darkness hidden behind the stars.

Fan Xian stood beside the sword pit, took a deep breath, the two Great Zhou Tian in his body slowly flowed, the true qi of Tianyi protected his heart, and raised his domineering true determination to the ultimate realm, the true qi in his body was full, and his clothes were so stirred that his clothes hunted in the windless environment.

Seemingly endless True Qi flowed along his arm, towards his steady palm, and slowly released.

This kind of true qi operation method, not everyone knows, it is a useless means that Fan Xian came up with in order to climb the cliff back then, but he has practiced for twenty years, and he is already extremely proficient. It is very natural to release the true qi and move with your heart, an interesting idea back then, who would have thought that many years later, it would have such an effect.

Fan Xian stood beside the sword mound, his arms stretched out in both directions.

The countless sword branches in the pit began to tinkle, as if they felt the call of this true qi, and they kept trembling.

A sword with a simple style, the first one couldn't withstand this kind of power, the tip of the sword screamed sadly, breaking free from the loess at the bottom of the sword pit, as well as the rotten notes and garbage thrown into the sword, flew up and flew into Fan Xian's hands.

Fan Xian quietly looked at the sword in his hand, compared it with the Great Wei Tianzi Sword he was used to, and found that it was indeed inconspicuous at all, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "It's also fate." ”

On the bed in the room, the dying Great Grandmaster smiled and said to himself, "It's still not good." ”

Fan Xian looked at the sword in his hand and sighed, "It's still far away." ”

In the middle of the ―――――――――――――――――― night, the three carriages headed towards the west at the fastest speed, this convoy was carrying the distinguished guests of Qingguo, in the current situation, no one dared to stop these carriages to inspect the entire territory of Dongyi City, so the speed of the convoy was extremely fast.

What's more, the face of these carriages is black.

Mu Feng'er carefully poured a basin of hot water and put it in front of Lord Tisi, for fear that she would spill the water when the carriage was moving at this time.

Fan Xian's ordinary life can really be regarded as luxurious, and I don't know where these officials of the Supervision Yuan get their hot water. He scooped up the hot towel from the basin, wiped his tired face vigorously, and asked, "Is there any news in Kyoto?"

"One qiē as usual. Mu Feng'er glanced at the adult and replied softly. In fact, he didn't know why Lord Tisi was in such a hurry to return to Beijing, although the negotiation with Dongyi City was really troublesome, and the Lord also needed to return to Beijing to hand over the details of the negotiation to His Majesty Xià to decide, but why did he make the time so tight? He even had to risk traveling at night, fortunately there were no mountain roads near Dongyi City, otherwise once the car overturned, who could afford this responsibility, I was afraid that His Majesty the Emperor would behead all the accompanying officials of the Supervision Yuan.

Hearing Mu Feng'er's answer, Fan Xian's mood relaxed a lot. It is now the tenth year of Qingli, and it has been five or six years since he officially entered the Supervision Yuan, more precisely, from the day he was born, he was trained by Chen Pingping to prepare for taking over the Supervision Yuan, and when he was five years old, in addition to learning poisons from Mr. Fei Jie, most of the time was spent studying the regulations and organizational planning of the Supervision Yuan. Today, Fan Xian has firmly grasped the terrifying institution of the Supervision Yuan, and has his own judgment on the loyalty and ability of his subordinates.

The carriage of the black sè moved silently in the dark night, and although the oil lamp in the carriage was windproof and shaking-proof, the light was still a little uncertain. Fan Xian rubbed his sour eyes, raised his face, and suddenly said calmly: "Xiao Feng'er, you are Mu Tie's distant nephew." ”

Mu Feng'er was stunned for a moment, thinking that you already knew about this matter, but she still responded respectfully: "It's my subordinate cousin, but...... There are no three generations. ”

"If someone were to kill Mu Tie, what would you do?"

Mu Feng'er was startled, looked at Fan Xian in a daze, and couldn't say a word for a while.

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Just as an example, let's do it, if Mu Tie has a grudge against me, he wants to use his death to arouse your hatred for me...... Are you going to kill me for that?"

Mu Feng'er shook her head again and again, not daring to say a word.

Fan Xian shook his head a little boringly, sighed, and lowered his head again, thinking to himself how could there be such a stubborn person in this world?

―――――――――――――――――― when Fan Xian walked forward in the dark and returned to Kyoto to explain the matter of Dongyi in detail to His Majesty, His Majesty, the emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty, had already returned to the quiet Shangjing City, and the eaves where black and blue intersected were still so beautiful. Although she left the palace for a while, with the strong suppression of the Queen Mother and the cooperation of the court's cronies and officials, no one noticed the slightest abnormality.

In comparison, the Northern Qi royal family, which had always been considered by the Nanqing court to be a discordant between mother and son, was actually united like an iron plate, much clearer than the Nanqing side.

The Emperor of Northern Qi looked at the dark night outside the palace in a daze, glanced back at the beautiful woman who was reading a book behind him, and suddenly asked: "You and Fan Xian have only been in the room for half an hour, is he so anxious, or is it difficult for you to restrain yourself?"

Since returning to the palace, although the little emperor's favor for Concubine Li has not weakened, the bitterness in his speech is a little unstoppable. Si Lili grew up with her since she was a child, of course she knew what kind of person she was, and she endured it for more than half a month without explanation, but now she smiled and said: "Your Majesty, I know you are jealous, so you don't need to show it so obviously." ”

When Fan Xian said that, the little emperor's face was a little ugly, and after hearing Si Lili's words today, she couldn't help but snort coldly.

Si Lili stood up, walked behind her, leaned his cheek on her thin shoulder, wrapped his hands around her, gently stroked her lower abdomen, exhaled Rulan and said: "Fan Xian's words are very simple, if you have it, of course, it can only be me, no matter which of us has it, we must always sue him for being a father." ”

The little emperor was silent, and suddenly said, "I don't know if that little white face is still happy in Dongyi City." ”

Si Lili didn't answer this sentence, just thinking that Master Xiao Fan is the most chic man in the world, but if he causes so many things, he is afraid that he will become the most distressed man in the world.

............ The man who was most distressed in the world finally hurried back to Kyoto with great difficulty, and the black carriage quickly passed through the double inspection of the Kyoto garrison and the thirteen city gates, and came to the gate of the Imperial Palace.

Fan Xian took a deep breath and jumped out of the car, not looking at the officials who were full of joy and surrounded him, but just thought in his heart, this time when he entered the palace to ask His Majesty for an official, he must ask for it!