Before the dawn, it was all dark, the fire crackled, and occasionally a few sparks jumped out to draw a fleeting red mark, which was reflected in the eyes of the begonia, which looked particularly strange.

She stood up, looked at Fan Xian, and said softly, "What do you want to do?" Or rather, what did Fan Xian do in the past three days.

"I didn't do anything. Fan Xian turned his back to her, his back was extremely straight, "I just want to keep you for three days." ”

Haitang's pupils shrank, and he was deceived by Fan Xian for three days, and the master of the royal court also followed Shan Yu Subida and followed the two of them for three days, indeed, Fan Xian didn't need to do anything personally, but there must be something wrong with the royal court.

This woman is a figure who can afford to put it down, she glanced at Fan Xian quietly, turned around and walked towards the back of the tribe, her steps were not necessarily urgent, but her speed was extremely fast, like an elf in the grassland, and she swept out in an instant.

"It's too late for you to go back. Fan Xian turned around and looked at her quietly, "You and the Emperor of Northern Qi deceived me once, and Yin me a few times, those Central Plains people in the royal court are all from Northern Qi, but you are still lying to me...... These people are working in the royal court, and they are very dangerous people for me Daqing, and I must get rid of them. ”

Haitang stopped, knowing that what Fan Xian said was true, if there was any change in the royal court within the past three days, even if he rushed back at this time, it would be too late: "The defense of the Crescent Sea is extremely strict, since you didn't do it yourself, who is it?"

Without waiting for Fan Xian to answer, an extremely cold image. Seeping into her heart, she did not forget that there was a number one assassin in the world in the Supervision Yuan. Shan Yu is not in the royal court, the master is exhausted, and the assassin will do it, who can resist it. The shadow of the Supervision Yuan will never fail.

Whether it is Begonia or Shan Yu can stay in the royal court, I am afraid that they will not give Shadow any chance to make a move. As soon as she thought of this, Haitang finally understood why Fan Xian showed traces. Tempt yourself to find him, and lure Shan Yu to follow the two of you.

"Your heart is getting harder. She turned around and looked at Fan Xian, not so angry, just with a sense of loneliness. "Is there anyone in this world that you won't take advantage of?"

Fan Xian took advantage of Begonia, but there was no sense of regret in his heart. The two sides were already in a hostile position at this time.

"I'm not a heartless person. Fan Xian looked at her a few feet away. Yu Yu said, then shook his arms and threw himself towards the begonia. The domineering true qi in his body bloomed to the extreme in an instant, and the air in the night sky and grassland was chaotic, sweeping over like a tornado.

Begonia looked at the man who was approaching like a god. His eyes lit up, and his hands reached out from the thin leather robe, drawing a semicircle beside him, stabilizing the movement of air around his body in the light and flint.

One moment it was still affectionate, and the next moment it was a storm. Fan Xian is like a killing god under the moonlit night, holding the slag spark around him and punching it out. The fist is like thunder.

The begonia blossomed in a flicker, disappeared before this storm, and the next moment appeared in front of Fan Xian in the eye of the wind, and pointed at the sword, stabbing obliquely. It was like picking off the moon in the sky, and it was free and easy to the extreme, and it pierced Fan Xian's throat.

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The crescent moon reflects the moon in the sky and the earth, and it is very beautiful. Quiet and secluded. The people around Haizi were sleeping, and only the maidservants who had risen early began to walk into Haizi, ready to start filling water and washing the princes and nobles.

A servant girl looked at the dumb servant, smiled, took a piece of bread from her bosom and handed it over. This mute servant had been picked up from the prairie four months earlier, and was somewhat handicapped, but he had great strength, and was most convenient for rough work, but because he could not speak, and was a slave, he was often bullied by the young nobles around the royal court, and looked pitiful.

If it weren't for the fact that these kind-hearted Hu girls were giving some help every day, I am afraid that this mute servant would not have lived for a few days at all.

The mute servant took the cake from the bearded maid and smiled flatteringly, hissing in his throat as if to express his gratitude. Hu Nu chuckled a few times, almost breaking the tranquility of the crescent moon sea before the morning.

The mute servant went to the meadow behind the crescent moon, and every day at dawn he had to collect sheep dung, a scene that the people of the royal court had long been accustomed to.

Only today, the mute servant walked through the meadow, walked through the dense sheep dung, still wearing his body, but did not look at the sheep dung at all, on weekdays, he would be happy to come across so much sheep dung, but today he did not need to be happy, because he no longer had to pick sheep dung.

Walking into a piece of long grass, the mute servant slowly pulled out an iron drill from his bosom, poked it into the soil, and shook his right palm, only to hear a pop, this bloodstained subway chisel, was shocked into the dirt several feet below, and no trace was found!

The mute servant pursed his lips, closed his eyes and thought back to the process of action, making sure that nothing was missing, and then he raised his steps again, still hunched up, and walked slowly towards the depths of the grassland, not knowing when he would have to walk back to the Central Plains.

There was calm all around the Crescent Sea, and no one noticed that a mute servant had left the place where he had lived for four months. The guards around the royal tent seem to be strict, but in fact they seem to be a little lifeless, especially those who are singled out to the Central Plains who attach great importance to them, and those important people who are responsible for liaising with Qingzhou City and Dingzhou City, and the tents where they live are extremely dead.

Wei Wucheng's body was so weak that he couldn't speak at all, and he couldn't even move his fingers, but his teeth kept chattering, and he looked at the dead people around him, and felt a chill rise from the depths of his heart.

He was in charge of the accounts and trade of the royal court, but he knew that these colleagues around him were all powerful characters from Daqi, and if it weren't for these people to help Shan Yu, it would have been impossible for the forces on the grassland to engage in a tug-of-war with the iron cavalry of Qingguo for more than a year, and they had gained so many benefits from it.

But when they died, they survived.

He remembered the scene from earlier. Fear came over him, and he wanted to scream, but he couldn't.

That shadow. That one

In this way, he restrained himself like a ghost. And then easily and slowly everyone, without letting anyone make a sound, without letting anyone react in the slightest.

Wei Wucheng didn't know who that person was, and he didn't know why the other party didn't kill him. Chatting can also save lives. No one can think of the benefits. He was simply caught in endless fear, his eyes shrinking nervously, feeling as if the darkness could never be transformed into light.

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One finger to pick the moon. The fingertips are so slender. is so ordinary, but it seems to contain the brilliance between heaven and earth, breaking the wind and meaning in an instant. It picked at Fan Xian's throat, but at this time, his fist was already empty. Rubbing Begonia's right shoulder, it hit the grass and exploded a large cloud of dirt and grass clippings.

Take advantage of the power of heaven and earth to do natural things. No genre is more powerful than the Heavenly One, and the moon shadow is fading away. The view on the grassland is blurred, but the begonias slip in the footsteps. One shot. It is as if you can subtly perceive every wisp of wind and every grain of grass clippings on the grassland. Kiyomi escaped to the extreme.

Fan Xian learned the inner door of heaven and earth from this girl's family, but he was far from being the opponent of Begonia Land when it came to cultivating together.

His eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his left finger, a knife turned around his fingertips twice, and the tip of the sheath was shaken off. A slashing moon slash slashed at the fingertips of his standing fingers a few inches from his throat.

With the cultivation of the two of them as the realm, no matter whether it is a finger or a movement. As long as it comes into contact with the other person's body. True Qi borrowed the bridge to enter. will hit the other party hard. So Fan Xian wanted to stop a finger that was too light, so light that he couldn't grasp the traces.

However, in order to hide his identity, he did not have a crossbow with a sleeve and no black dagger in his boots, where did this knife come from?

The little ground knife is about to cut the finger of the begonia. At this moment, it seemed that all movements had slowed down, and the knife could be seen clearly. It was the gift that Begonia gave to Fan Xian's little son before!

Haitangdi's pupils lit up more and more, and there was an indescribable smell in this light, her fingers did not retract, she didn't have any response, and still pointed at Fan Xiandi's throat, as if she didn't see the knife.

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, his left hand was slightly loose, and the knife was suddenly closed.

However, unexpectedly, he didn't care about the finger that Begonia pointed at his throat, but slapped it directly to Begonia's chest.

Fan Xian retracted the knife, Begonia retracted his fingers, Fan Xian palmed, Begonia replied, four very simple actions, but to do so cleanly, give up so without dragging the mud and water, probably in this world, only when these two young people are against the enemy, there will be such a wonderful scene.

However, Fan Xian finally took the lead, and his palm had already been imprinted on Haitang's chest.

Begonia's eyes became brighter and brighter, and Hui Hui's palm didn't pay attention to this palm at all, but his fingers were slightly scattered, just like the autumn grass floating with the night wind on this grassland, one by one put on Fan Xiandi's arm, imprisoning his right arm.

In an instant, Fan Xian and Begonia Duoduo each had a chance to kill each other, and this opportunity was even deliberately set aside by the other party, but it was impossible for them to do it.

One word to remember the heart, this is the first time the two of them met on the shore of the North Sea, Fan Xian used aphrodisiac spring poems to move his heart, Begonia responded with light, the two big men of the young generation of Nanqing in the North Qi and Nanqing, the continuation of the heart war for several years.

It seems that the ground is moving, but in fact it is the heart.

Haitang gambled that Fan Xian's knife to his finger couldn't be cut, and Fan Xian abandoned the knife.

Fan Xian gambled that Begonia couldn't point at his throat, and Begonia pointed back.

Haitang gambled on Fan Xian's attack on his chest and couldn't bear to vomit, so he tied his right arm.

If you are reluctant, why bother?

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Fan Xian looked at the begonia in front of him with a weird smile on his face, although the two of them knew that this move would only be in vain in the end, but he still made a move.

Haitang grabbed his fingers, sneered and spat out a piece of pure true qi from heaven, blocking the domineering true qi of Fan Xian's right arm from rushing forward, making the palm that he imprinted on his chest suddenly useless.

Fan Xian still moved, without any threat, without any true qi, and moved outside Begonia's clothes.

The place where his palm is imprinted is wonderful, very soft, very gentle.

So this move is very ecstatic.

Begonia was very angry and her heart was slightly confused.

Fan Xian abandoned the knife in his left hand. It was a moment in the other party's heart. Silently brushed up, hit the ear of the begonia, and flicked the tip of the little finger, a golden needle. Pierced into the acupuncture points under Begonia's ears.

He wants to tie Begonia back to the Central Plains, and he wants to let the bureau set up by Kuhe no longer suffer the poor girl's mind, so he meditated and thought about it. Don't hesitate to take risks. You have to capture the other party as well.

It's this needle.

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A generation of Tianjiao. The Northern Qi Holy Maiden Begonia Blossom was finally defeated, defeated in this quiet grassland, and lost to Fan Xian.

Four years of Qingli. Begonias have blossomed out of the mountains. Dozens of battles of all sizes, without a single defeat, and with great fame. It was the same for a while, until a poet immortal appeared in Qingguo. A young master. Since then, people in the world have been eagerly discussing if Begonia Blossom meets Fan Xian. Who will win?

On the shore of the North Sea, Begonia met Fan Xian for the first time. At that time, Fan Xian was not the other party of Haitang at all, but only relied on Uncle Wuzhu to teach the earth body method. Barely dodging. With poisonous needles and poisonous smoke, it is supported on the meadow. But Fan Xian was not defeated. Because he relied on his shamelessness and ruthlessness, he successfully forced back the begonias, have you ever remembered that there is a strong spring in the North Sea.

After that, Haitang and Fan Xian didn't really fight, but both of them knew that if it was just a martial arts competition. Fan Xian is not an opponent of Begonia, but if he fights for his life, he will be ruthless with Fan Xian. Even if Begonia can kill Fan Xian. I'm afraid that it will also pay a great price.

Of course. After that, the two became friends, and this scandal story began to be told all over the world, everyone knew that it was impossible for the two to fight, and some people would inevitably be disappointed. If these disappointed people know what is happening on the steppe today. It's going to be exciting.

Begonia Blossom was finally defeated at the hands of Lord Xiao Fan.

The golden needle trembled under Begonia's crystalline ears. Fan Xian's fingers gently swiped the needle. His face was very solemn, and he kept relying on this thin needle to pour true qi into the meridians of Begonia, and his right hand had already been out of Begonia's control, and he was sick on the girl's body. Make sure you keep her under full control.

In Jiangnan, he was cured of his internal injuries by Tianyi True Qi, and Fan Xian knew better than anyone that Tianyi True Qi was able to recover from his true qi, and the golden needle pierced the acupoint. can only make Begonia's body stiff for a moment, to really restrain her, and not hurt her, he can only rely on his domineering true qi to forcibly seal the meridians in her body.

However...... Fan Xian's strong fingers gradually eased, his eyes were very solemn, and even with a hint of sadness.

Finally, he stopped his fingers, and his left hand slowly left the golden needle.

There was a crisp snap, and the golden needles under Begonia's ears broke inch by inch!

It was so delicate, and it was pierced under her ear to acupoint the golden needle, but it was broken by the true qi in her body, how strong it was to rebound.

With a pop, Haitang spit out a mouthful of blood, her face suddenly turned pale, but her pupils were still bright, she quietly looked at Fan Xian with a sad face in front of her, wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, and said: "I have injured my internal organs, not your opponent, you can try to leave me behind." ”

Fan Xian was silent, he knew what had happened in Begonia's body before, when he forcibly sealed the veins with his domineering True Qi, the Pure Earth Heavenly True Qi in Begonia's body began to fight back, even at the cost of life and death, forcibly impacting the place where each of his fingers fell.

If Fan Xian forcibly continued, at most, it would consume a lot of true qi, and it would be able to restrain Haitang, but Begonia's resolute true qi retrograde posture would make her meridians burst and become a waste.

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian lowered his head and said gloomily: "Even if it is dead...... You won't follow me?"

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Haitang looked at him calmly, blood dripping from his lips, and said slowly: "If it weren't for my turmoil, how could you restrain me? If it weren't for your turmoil, how would you let go of the great opportunity to capture me in one fell swoop and mess up Xihu? I don't want to die, but I know that you won't let me die." ”

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you." ”

Thank you is Begonia's trust in yourself, thank you is that the other party knows their own center, their own love, although the two have never said it explicitly, but they have long known it, just like the night on the grassland, the moon on the edge of the nightline, very clear, unforgettable.

After thanking him, Fan Xian looked at Haitang and said word by word: "Do you really want to stay in Xihu and become an enemy on the battlefield with me?"

"I have my persistence, you have your persistence, don't you?" Begonia's ordinary face bloomed with an inexplicable brilliance, with two points of stubbornness, three points of self-confidence, and five points of persistence.

Fan Xian gritted his teeth and said angrily in a low voice: "This is Kuhe's arrangement, what kind of person are you, why do you honestly follow his arrangement?"

This is Fan Xian's most angry point, what he hates the most in this life is to be controlled by those terrible old monsters, he firmly believes that life will be free, which is more important than what grassland Northern Qi.

Haitang looked at him quietly, as if he was looking at a child, and said, "If I listen to you and leave the grassland, won't I also obey your arrangement?"

Fan Xian was stunned and knew what the other party meant.

"The grassland can't be messed up, I have to stay. Begonia looked at him and said, "I don't know what you've done in the past three days, maybe I'm too late to stop you, but I have to find a way to stop the turmoil on the grassland." ”

Fan Xian was quiet for a while, shook his head, and said, "Like a fire burning the plain, who can stop it?"

Begonia looked at him.

Fan Xian smiled slightly and said, "Last night, King Zuo Xian should have been assassinated. ”

Haitang's eyes flashed with a look of shock, she has been on the grassland for two years, of course she knows what kind of turmoil the death of King Zuo Xian will bring, if Fan Xian deliberately left any traces when he started, I am afraid that the grassland, which has just been calm for more than a year, will fall back into endless arms because of revenge and power struggle.

"How can you kill him?" Haitang stared at Fan Xian's eyes, biting his lower lip, the two sage kings on the left and right had extremely strong strength on the grassland, and Shan Subida had the support of Begonia, Northern Qi and more than 10,000 iron horsemen from the northern tribe, so he could barely suppress these two sage kings.

In the past two years, King Zuo Xian has been extremely jealous of the royal court, and his defense force is extremely strong, Haitang frowned slightly, and he couldn't imagine that anyone in Qingguo could sneak into the depths of the grassland and assassinate King Zuoxian.

The shadow of the Supervision Yuan may have this kind of strength, but he should go to the royal court to deal with the support of the Northern Qi Dynasty to the grassland royal court.

There was a faint sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and it seemed that the cavalry chasing Fan Xian in the royal court finally couldn't bear it.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes, glanced over there, and said softly: "I said three days ago, whether it is Kuhe or the little emperor of Northern Qi, they don't trust me, this is a huge mistake, no matter what the world will do in the future, but I must take the initiative to deal with these things in my own hands, because...... I have more power than you. ”

He looked at Haitang and said, "Thirteen Lang followed the caravan into the grassland, and when I stayed to wait for you, he followed the subordinates of Zuo Xian Wang who returned from the royal court...... I believe in his courage and strength, if even this world's number one warrior can't kill King Zuoxian, then it can only be said that my luck is not good. ”

"Come back with me. ”

Begonia was silent.

Fan Xian shook his head helplessly and laughingly, and then made a whistle to the endless darkness behind him, and in the depths of the grassland, which had been extremely quiet, there was a sound of hooves, like a herd of wild horses, free-spirited.

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