The snow is still falling, the night is getting deeper, the village is arranging for the officials and lords of this line to rest in various houses, Fan Xian did not let Hong Changqing and the swordsman be on duty at night, because he knows that there is still danger hidden outside, although the six swordsmen are good at assassination, but there is no good way to attack from a distance, he is the only one left in the vast genealogy in a daze, although the fire in the brazier is burning, and the bamboo charcoal on the side of the basin is also prepared, but it always makes people feel that the temperature seems to have dropped a little.

There was silence.

Fan Xian stretched out his hands to bake the fire, his head was slightly off, obviously a little distracted, and he suddenly said, "My sword is cut out." ”

He paused, then concluded, "But, slash. ”

The light in the hall of ethnography changed slightly, and the red light in the brazier shone out Fan Xian's shadow, which twisted and moved on the ground, and then a person dressed in black walked out of the shadow and naturally sat next to Fan Xian.

Fan Xian glanced at the pale-faced middle-aged man and handed over the wine bag.

The shadow quietly looked at Fan Xian's wrist, looked at the wine bag in his hand, and after thinking about it, he shook his head and said in a gloomy voice: "Wine will make people react more slowly. ”

"What is the name of Yan Xiaoyi's son?" Fan Xian changed the subject, took back the wine bag and took a sip, feeling a spicy line of fire burning from his lips to his intestines.

"I don't know. The shadow shook his head, then said, "You gave him a good nickname." ”

Fan Xian said: "Don't be too nervous, this little arrow brother should still be frozen in the snowy night outside, where dare to attack nearby." ”

The shadow nodded.

Fan Xian handed over the wine bag again and said, "Take two sips, I'm not Chen Pingping, although there are many people who want to kill me in this world, at least it's not that easy." ”

Shadow thought for a moment, took the wine bag and took two sips, and after a while, two traces of blush oozed from his pale cheeks, looking like a harlequin on the stage, very cute.

Fan Xian laughed and said, "If you and I get along with each other, I can't stand the loneliness in the dark...... I've always wondered, don't you usually need to eat and drink somewhere?"

When he was protecting Chen Pingping or Fan Xian, the shadow was always left and right, no wonder Fan Xian had this question.

The shadow said gloomily, "I naturally have my own way. ”

Fan Xian shook his head, didn't say anything more, and turned back to the previous sentence: "You saw that my sword was cut into the air." ”

"Yes, my lord," the shadow's voice was devoid of emotion, "that Wang Shisanlang is very strong. ”

Fan Xian was silent, of course he knew that Wang Xi was very strong, strong enough to quietly approach the clan in the snowy night, but he didn't let himself and the shadow notice it, strong enough to block Fan Xian's front like a wandering spirit when the arrow was volleyed, so that Fan Xian's sword ...... Slash out.

It seems to be a simple green flag, but Fan Xian knows the strength contained in the black arrow in the snowy night, and the more understated Wang Xi is, the more he can prove his strength.

"I can't see through him. Fan Xian picked up the iron drill from his feet and scratched it in the brazier, "This Thirteen Lang is indeed very strong, but he is very tolerant, and those who can endure must have a big plan......"

He suddenly raised his eyebrows: "It's not forbearance, he doesn't care, Wang Xi's conversation shows that he doesn't care about many things, doesn't care about my verbal attacks, doesn't care about my deliberate humiliation...... If he was really sent by the Sigu Sword, why did he not care so much? Only if he didn't care, he could not care, and if one could not see what he wanted, it would be a bit troublesome. ”

What exactly does this Wang Shisanlang want?

This question gradually pressed on Fan Xian's heart, he didn't like this situation where an outsider suddenly ran in and messed up.

The shadow suddenly spoke, "This person...... It should be someone from Jianlu, but it's not just someone from Jianlu. “

Fan Xian didn't understand it very much, but he believed... The judgment of the shadow, the closed disciple handed over by the Sigu Sword, is really mysterious.

He sighed and said, "Let's wait until he kills Brother Little Arrow." “

The shadow glanced at him, knowing that this was the so-called name petition, knowing that Fan Xian borrowed this knife to kill people, not to see the quality of the knife, but to see the heart of the knife, if Wang Shisanlang really looked at the attitude of the sword, Yan Xiaoyi's son died at his hands, Fan Xian had a lot of articles to do, at least the relationship between Xinyang and Dongyi City, there will be a huge rift. "Others don't know that Wang Shisanlang is a closed disciple of Sigu Sword. Shadow reminded.

Fan Xian calmly explained: "If he kills Brother Little Arrow, I will let everyone in the world know that he is a closed disciple of Sigu Sword." ”

The shadow was silent for a moment: "Your Excellency is wise...... However, this benefit may not be enough. ”

Fan Xian understood what he meant, and playing with the Sigu Sword would make Dongyi City angry, although Fan Xian and the entire Qingguo Imperial Court were used to wearing a black cauldron on the idiot head of Sigu Jian, but now that Sigu Jian had given a trace of his sincerity to Fan Xian, it would be a pity if this trace of sincerity was used to provoke the relationship between Xinyang and Dongyi City.

He glanced at the shadow and said quietly: "I listen to you about the affairs of Dongyi City, you are more familiar than me." ”

"Yes, sir. The shadow said slowly: "There is also a heavy snow day in the next five days, which is suitable for archery attacks, so be careful." ”

"How far is the Black Rider from us?"

"Ten miles of land. ”

Fan Xian was silent, in such a snowy day, a master with arrows was far away from the convoy, it was really a bit troublesome, but fortunately, there were black horses sweeping around, and it was impossible for the other party to mobilize the military team to come to the danger.

If you want to transfer troops to kill Fan Xian, you must kill all the targets cleanly, leaving no evidence to present to the palace.

And even the strongest army in Qingguo did not have the ability to kill the five hundred black horsemen cleanly, without leaving a few alive.

"I don't understand why they chose to attack me on the way back to Beijing, the other party should know that it is unlikely to succeed. Fan Xian frowned and said, "Although Yan Xiaoyi's son is young, he ...... Don't be so arrogant. ”

"Maybe he had a reason to do it. The shadow said slowly, "I'm going to kill him." ”

Fan Xian thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "I don't know who else is beside him, the two of us are together, let that Wang Shisanlang do it...... Safety first, it's hard to get together a dozen or twenty of such creatures, if there are only a few people, why should we worry?"

The shadow gave him a strange look, but didn't say anything.

Fan Xian looked up at the dark beams of the clan hall with gray nets, and sighed in his heart, he didn't dare to use his own people to carry out the most powerful counterattack in this snowy night, because ...... In the past two or three years, the biggest gap in his mind is the arrow, the bow.

Yan Xiaoyi's bow and arrow.

Until today, two years later, Fan Xian can still clearly feel the breath of death in the corner tower of the imperial city, and the aura attached to the arrow, he still feels extremely palpitating.

The arrow outside the previous clan study came too suddenly and unreasonably, so Fan Xian was worried that this was a game, a game that tried to lure himself or his shadow into the snow forest to stop it.

Yan Xiaoyi was also ordered to return to Beijing this year, and the hospital reported that he was still on the road and had not yet arrived in Beijing, but who knows...... On the way, on which road? Is it on the way back to Beijing?

Fan Xian was pulling the charcoal fire in the brazier, his mind had already drifted to the snow forest outside the village, and the fire in the brazier gradually dimmed and gradually extinguished.

"Go to bed early. ”

Fan Xian sighed in the dark, got up and patted his buttocks, tightened the collar of the fox fur, pushed open the door of the clan study, and the wind and snow outside poured in, making his eyes narrow, but there was no arrow that shot over, but it made him a little disappointed.

On the second day, the convoy went along the north of Yingzhou and headed for Kyoto, because of the events of last night, the whole convoy was more rigorously guarded, and the swordsmen of the six places were divided into three people who pretended to be merchants who braved the snow, and watched all suspicious characters in the shadows.

Fan Xian issued another order, and the five hundred black horsemen who had been protecting the front and end of the convoy from a distance also narrowed the distance between them and the convoy, and the sound of hooves could be faintly heard to ensure safety.

And along the way, there are always some characters with some rivers and lakes, in the teahouse, in the restaurant, in the inn, outside the post station, watching the train fleet.

The secret swordsmen of the Supervision Institute were a little vigilant, and after reporting to Fan Xian, Fan Xian only nodded slightly, without much reaction.

When he was about to leave Yingzhou, a woman with a broken arm waited respectfully on the side of the road, stopped the convoy, and asked to see the adult.

Fan Xian saw her, drinking tea, and looking at this woman with a really charming face with a little interest.

The woman knelt in the carriage, with a hint of awe, a hint of fear, and said, "My subordinates have seen my lord. “

Fan Xian nodded, waved his hand and said, "Guan is charming and speaks." "Yes," Xia Qifei, a famous female bandit in Yingzhou back then, Xia Qifei's cousin, praised respectfully, half-bent over, so that her head did not touch the roof of the carriage. "What did you find?" Fan Xian rubbed his eyebrows and asked, although the intelligence network of the Supervision Yuan is all over the world, if you want to check people in the market, it is still not as good as a gang like Jiangnan Water Village, which is already deeply rooted in the people, no matter which inn picks up what guests, where the car dealer sends whom, Jiangnan Water Village can be found clearly.

Guan Weimei reported the situation these days, and then said: "Only one person was vaguely found, holding a big burden, but the brothers in the gang couldn't keep up with him, and there was no trace in Fujiapo the day before yesterday, looking at the whereabouts, it should be going to Kyoto." “

Fan Xian was silent for a moment, thinking that it seemed that Brother Xiao Jian was indeed a very strong and brave person to kill him.

After a few more words, he let Guan Meimei get out of the car.

The convoy began to move forward again, like a shadow watching the sky, and the sky was still drifting with snow in the next few days, and the snowflakes were sometimes large and sometimes small, gradually becoming charming and confusing.

Finally all the way to the upper reaches of the Wei River Weizhou, this place is the last state before the south enters Kyoto, the city is not big, but it is also very prosperous, but the imperial court return date is set early, Fan Xian's family business silver box is still on the big river Wei River, under the protection of the sandbank sailor slowly to Kyoto, but he can not delay any longer.

So on the second day, he left Weizhou, but at this time he had already revealed his identity, and at the same time transferred a hundred state troops to Weizhou.

The team increased and walked north for a day, leaving the territory of Weizhou and entering Kyoto.

Fan Xian stood on the carriage and looked back, only to see that on the low hill behind him, Jing Ge wearing a silver mask was looking at him, he nodded, Jing Ge got on the horse, and with a clench of his right fist, the five hundred black horses were like a black blade, cutting through the tranquility of the hill, passing through a hill, preparing to enter the black horse camp forty miles away.

This is the dead rule of the Qingguo Imperial Court, the black cavalry is the invincible pro-army that His Majesty the Emperor personally allocated to Chen Pingping that year, but in order to ensure the transcendent status and balance of the Supervision Yuan, the black cavalry is strictly forbidden to enter the jurisdiction of Kyoto.

If you take a step, you will be killed, this is the iron law of black riding, Fan Xian often thinks, from this iron law, you can also understand that although his emperor Lao Tzu is confident to the point of narcissism, even who rebels can be seen as child's play, but he is only afraid of ...... I also know in my heart that if the elites of Qingguo rebel, they will be the most terrifying.

Although the emperor would not believe that the cripple would rebel, as the emperor, he must guard against it.

Entering the territory of Kyoto, the official road gradually widened, the mountains and forests gradually decreased, the pedestrians gradually increased, the wind and snow gradually subsided, the snow gradually melted, and the wet mud wrapped the horse's hooves, making the whole convoy seem a little difficult.

However, the hearts of the people in the Supervision Yuan have relaxed, and no one in Kyoto dares to stop the killing in broad daylight.

Although Fan Xian is a very cautious person, he is no exception, since the founding of the Qing Kingdom, even if the military occasionally produces ambitious people, no one dares to make trouble near Kyoto.

A small valley appeared in front of him, and the snow pressed against the precious evergreen forest, making the branches creak and frost like dragons.

Fan Xian lifted the heavy curtain, looked at the valley, and found that there were no stones on the mountain, and the huge outline of Kyoto was faintly visible in the distance, like a giant beast suffocating.

Fan Xian took a small sip, Kyoto, he finally came back, Brother Xiaojian's extremely unreasonable arrow actually made him nervous for so many days, it seems that his cultivation in the heart really needs to be strengthened.

......

......

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he heard the sound of a sharp blade thrust into the flesh in the forest in front of him, it was the sound of a shadow moving, and then he heard the sound of a crossbow pivot pulling.

Fan Xian screamed, reached out to grab the groom in front of him, and all the carriages in the convoy came to an abrupt end with this scream!

From the top of the low mountain, a huge crossbow arrow broke through the air, and with the sound of whistling wind and thunder, it struck the carriage where Fan Xian was located.

The groom in front of the car screamed, broke free from Fan Xian's hand, and blocked in front of Fan Xian!

Although Fan Xian reacted very quickly, the crossbow arrow with a length of a human arm still pierced the coachman's chest and abdomen, and the blood and internal organs were sprayed out, and the liver and intestines were smeared!

The crossbow arrow broke out of the body and nailed the coachman's body to Fan Xian's side, Fan Xian's face was gloomy, and with a bang, a wooden board quickly descended from the cotton curtain of the carriage, sealing the entire carriage.

Immediately afterward, countless terrifying, suffocating crossbow arrows were heard in the valley!