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 all costs.

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.

His Majesty the Emperor of 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, so he can't help but be secretly afraid.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes, and the cold glint in his eyes grew, but gradually dispersed. Looking at Wang Shisanlang, he 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." The so-called cooperation is also your unilateral thinking...... 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, "There is a shadow behind me. What do I need you to do? I just hate this feeling, what kind of person am I? I am not a person who can be coerced into doing things, Jian Lu must have a more correct attitude, if Yun Zhilan or Li Bohua don't believe me, then there is no need for us to continue to talk, just leave it at that. In a few months, lead the army to negotiate 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 the interests of Qingguo, he thought 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. ”

"Friends should trust each other. Support each other. Regardless of the reason. Fan Xian looked at Wang Shisanlang and said seriously: "You are the attitude that Sigu Sword showed me. It's 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 temperament 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." ”

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Regarding the matter of His Majesty the Emperor, 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 more gentle, more in line with what he had in mind, which was probably the first thing all the traversers wanted to do after coming 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 gentleman can never last a lifetime, and the enjoyment can not always calm the spiritual needs, the instinctive desire for exploration and control of human beings will force them 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.

For this world. Not necessarily a good choice, but at least what he thinks is a good choice. History is a dough that is kneaded by the strong. It's just that the strong people think it's best to pinch it into a delicate little girl, and some think that it should be pinched into a big noodle knife, which is lively

Chop in the bazaar.

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 rounded up this second life. At the end of the spring of the tenth year of Qingli, he finally climbed to the peak of what he could achieve. At this time, Qingguo's young ministers had power in their hands, the power of the Supervision Yuan, and money, and most of the money in the world was under his faint control. And he has a reputation, and his reputation is so loud that the world does not do second-person theory.

The most important thing is that he has deeds. When the white smoke rose all over Dongyi City, and the white spirit flags swaggered in the thick twilight spring breeze, the funeral of Sigu Sword was about to take place. The negotiations between Nanqing and Dongyi City have also ended, and the general trend of the world has finally undergone fundamental changes.

Dongyi City was finally nominally annexed to the powerful Qing Kingdom, and the entire continent was subordinated to the iron hooves of the Qing Kingdom, except for the green land in the west and the silent country in the north.

Moreover, Qingguo achieved this goal without sending a single soldier. The one that made it all happen. Naturally, it was Fan Xian, his prestige. At this moment, the historical apex was reached. 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, watching everything around them vigilantly in all directions.

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

Today, there are too many people coming to the land, too miscellaneous, and recently, between the small princes and small countries around Dongyi City and some markets in the city, there are faintly uneasy factors fermenting, and even a few places have appeared rebels, so as a representative of the invaders, Di Fan Xian, 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, spring is bright, the sun is shining, and there is a faint heat.

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 of the master, he took over the envoys of Nanqing and Northern Qi, and the officials of Nanqing had an irrepressible joy on their faces, while the faces of the officials of Northern Qi were extremely ugly.

A large shed has been erected in the open space at the entrance of the Sword Mansion, on which are hung countless white paper flowers and curtains, which do not look festive, and do not match 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 there is a sea breeze blowing day and night, and it can be endured. 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 commercial house, the door of every private house, at the same time, the firecrackers that have been prepared have been lit at the same time, even those Qinglou that usually hang red lights and sing every night have also changed their lanterns to white 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 beneath the white spirit flags in front of their homes, 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 is proficient in world affairs, 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 use 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. ”