Hearing this, Wang Shisanlang pondered for a moment, did not answer, but stood up, stood in front of Fan Xian, and slowly drew the sword at his waist.

Fan Xian's expression became stern, his right hand climbed to his back, and he pulled out the sword of the Great Wei Tianzi, the sword light was like autumn water, and it was even more rippling when it reflected the sea water not far away.

Without any warning, the silent sword stabbed a foot in front of Fan Xian's door.

This was the first time Fan Xian had really seen Wang Shisanlang move his sword, and he understood why Sigu Jian pinned all his mantle on this young man. There is no doubt that Thirteen Lang's comprehension of sword intent has reached an extremely high level, and as soon as his mind moves, the tip of the sword arrives, and it seems that he has exceeded the constraints of the environment.

This is the terrifying realm brought about by the tenacity of the mind, once Thirteen Lang moves the sword, there are no distractions in his heart, only this sword.

The sword of the Son of Heaven in Fan Xian's hand was still pointing obliquely at the forty-five degree sky, and he didn't have time to react at all, his face was pale, and the domineering true qi at the snow-capped mountain behind his waist exploded.

One slip is fifteen zhang, which is not at all like the weird body method that humans should have.

Wang Shisanlang was a sword assassin, and the cold glow of the tip of the sword slowly converged, but a sword mark appeared on the beach in front of him for no reason, as if someone had walked and a sword had walked.

A deep trace.

............ The two of them were fifteen zhang apart, and Fan Xian was still holding the sword of the Son of Heaven tightly in his hand, and he suddenly had an illusion that Thirteen Lang's seemingly light and direct sword actually had some of the taste of a shocking sword stabbed by the shadow condensed by decades of skill and hatred in the city lord's mansion of Dongyi City.

He looked at the silent Thirteen Lang in a daze, and said after a while: "What a domineering sword." ”

As soon as the words came out, he realized that his voice was a little hoarse, thinking that in order to avoid this simple sword, the true qi in his body had increased too much in a very short period of time, thus shaking his lungs.

Fan Xian took a deep breath, the pale face on his face gradually returned to normal, glanced at Thirteen Lang deeply, and said: "Unstoppable, this is indeed your means, but usually you are not so fast, so powerful." ”

"I practiced domineering true qi, but I couldn't even pass the first level, but I experienced the taste of this skill. Wang Shisanlang used a sword to no avail, slowly closed his eyes, and said: "I have already figured it out, I can't chew too much, I have the sword in my hand, why bother to learn Emperor Qing's mastery?"

The nameless technique is too domineering, especially when passing the first pass, the feeling that the mind and body are completely separated, completely conflicted, and uncontrollable is too much like going mad. The reason why Fan Xian easily passed this level back then was because he spent the last years of his previous life in bed, and he had long been accustomed to the vegetative years when he couldn't move his body and only his brain could move.

Therefore, knowing that Wang Shisanlang was not able to embark on the road of domineering skills, Fan Xian was not surprised, he was just surprised by the high level of Shisanlang's enlightenment, and in such a short period of time, he realized the danger of domineering skills, and had such a high level of wisdom and judgment, and immediately stopped his search in this regard.

"If I couldn't dodge this sword just now, would you have killed me?" Fan Xian curled the corners of his lips and asked with a slight mockery.

Wang Shisanlang was silent for a moment and then shook his head, he was a little tired, so he sat down directly and sat on the slightly wet beach. That sword seemed simple, just a basic elbow bending action, but to burst out at such a fast speed and with such a decisive posture, it had already consumed too much of his jīng strength.

In a short period of time, it was impossible for Thirteen Lang to stab the same second sword again, just like the shadow in the City Lord's Mansion, he could only stab that sword at the Sigu Sword.

Fan Xian clearly grasped this, slowly raised his steps, walked to Thirteen Lang's side, and said with an inexplicable feeling: "Many people say that greed is not good for chewing, even you have such a clear judgment, but I always think that Yiduo is not pressing, am I wrong?"

A faint trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "The four great masters of the world, plus my blind uncle, I have mastered four of the five masters, and even the Ye family's wandering hands have been roughly determined by me." ”

He sat in front of Wang Shisanlang, frowned and said: "The world, no, it should be said that from ancient times to the present, there are only one people who have learned so many peerless learnings, but now I am forced to retreat by your sword, what's the use of me learning so much?"

"To learn so much already shows that you are the most terrible person in the world. Wang Shisanlang's heart was simple but not the kind of person who was a great treasure, he was extremely keenly aware of the feeling of frustration that gradually rose in Fan Xian's heart, looked into his eyes and said: "Any martial art requires us to use the most focused mind and a lifetime to practice and practice to perfection, not to mention the mastery left by the great masters...... The fact that an adult was able to cultivate four of them to the extreme in a short period of more than twenty years is already jaw-dropping enough. ”

Fan Xian practiced the mastery of the four great masters, but in front of Wang Shisanlang's sword, he had to retreat temporarily, he couldn't help but think of the realm of the Sigu sword, as well as the realm of Emperor Laozi, and his heart was uncontrollable.

Wang Shisanlang looked into his eyes and said softly: "Your enlightenment is excellent, especially the incomparably strong foundation, plus such good luck...... You're probably the best guy in the world. ”

"My enlightenment is just a human resource, especially in front of you and Begonia Blossoms. Fan Xian took a deep breath and said: "What I can rely on is only the word diligence, but the manpower is sometimes poor, even if I am twice as diligent as I am now, there is still no way to kill that piece of paper." ”

Fan Xian of today, facing Wang Shisanlang's sword like a sky, can also be avoided in a dashing manner, coupled with the mastery that he has been hiding in his sleeve and hiding in his body, especially with his dangerous combat xìng grid, plus the ingenuity given to him by the Supervision Institute...... He is confident that no matter how strong he faces any nine-rank powerhouse in the world, he can defeat the other party. Even Wang Shisanlang, or Begonia, or Wolf Peach, Yun Zhilan, once he confronts himself, the last person to die must be the other party.

When Ye Liuyun left this world, whether it was power or personal cultivation, Fan Xian was undoubtedly the second person in the world.

Wang Shisanlang also felt this from Fan Xian's seemingly relaxed and casual retreat before, and a faint awe-inspiring meaning arose in his heart, he looked at Fan Xian, and never understood how the other party was just a young man in his twenties, how he had improved his cultivation to this realm.

The realm of the three young people in the world is similar now, but Fan Xian is more ruthless and has more means than the two of them.

"How did you quit that retreat?" asked Wang Shisanlang with squinted eyes.

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, and did not reply, but just looked back at the white waves that were gradually rising and falling on the sea. He has been in Dongyi City for a long time, and the booklet left by Master Kuhe is deeply imprinted in his mind, and every time he meditates on the seaside, those words will be poured into his mind, although he still doesn't understand most of the meanings, but it is very mysterious that as long as he thinks about it, it seems that there are some very subtle factors inside and outside the body that begin to echo each other.

His body lightened, his movements became faster, and the recovery speed of the true qi in his body also increased, it seemed that there was really that kind of vitality in heaven and earth that could not be seen or touched, and he was willing to make up for his loss with his thoughts.

It's just that this kind of abandonment makes him feel a little palpitating, is this the magic of the West? Human beings will always have fear of things that don't know the roots, and what makes Fan Xian even more indifferent is that the changes brought to him by that pamphlet are not enough to solve too many problems, the speed of replenishment is too slow, and the ascension of that realm is too small...... The second in the world seems to always be the second in the world.

For a moment, Fan Xian even thought about whether he had made a big mistake, whether it was Master Kuhe, or Sigu Jian, whether it was Ye Liuyun or His Majesty the Emperor, these people at the top of the world, whether it was the firmness of their will or the diligence of their cultivation, they were definitely far above themselves, but these great masters were only practicing their own mastery for a lifetime, and they never had any distractions.

I learned too many things, I knew too many things, and it was too messy.

Fan Xian had a feeling that it would be easier for Thirteen Lang and Duo Duo to break through that piece of paper in the future than himself, this is probably what Si Gu Jian said, and his own mind is still not as firm as these two people, because he is too afraid, so he is looking for a way to make himself stronger at any cost.

This kind of deliberateness may be inferior, but he is really afraid, he is afraid of death, he is afraid of the death of the people he cares about.

"I'm going back to Beijing. The corners of Fan Xian's lips suddenly flashed with a smile, and he said softly: "As long as Dongyi City is not chaotic, at least the world is still peaceful at the moment, why should I have so many things on my mind?"

Yes, Dongyi City belongs to the territory of Qingguo, although there are some turmoil one after another, but under the suppression of Qingguo's strong military force and the cooperation of the upper echelons of Dongyi City, it cannot set off a big storm at all.

The emperor's trust in Fan Xian is still there, Chen Pingping is about to leave Beijing to retire, Fan Xian thinks of this festival, stands against the sea breeze, and feels extremely comfortable, no matter whether Uncle Wuzhu will come back or not, it seems that he will go down the trend like this, and he can always find a second way between himself and the emperor Laozi.

Bloodshed is not necessarily necessary.

............ Bleeding is necessary.

When the wind of early autumn began to pass through the small hills behind Dongyi City, Fan Xian finally took care of most of the affairs in Dongyi City, and when the return of the Great Prince and Yun Zhilan came, the first major turmoil that occurred after the return of Dongyi City was finally extinguished in the border of Xiaoliang Country with the cooperation of both parties, and the flame ignited by the great Confucian Mr. Gu was quickly extinguished by blood and water, and it did not spread for long.

A total of more than 400 people died in Xiaoliang Kingdom, and these Dongyi people with blood were unfortunately lying in a pool of blood.

Fan Xian finished reading the general recital, explained some affairs with His Royal Highness, and then boarded the convoy leaving Dongyi City, and he was going back to Kyoto again to report on his work.

The conquest of a land brought about the tension and busyness and killing of these expeditionary ministers.

After the eldest prince broke up with Fan Xian, he took the garrison to watch every movement in Dongyi City with cold eyes, at this time, he and Fan Xian both felt that the general trend had been decided, so they slowly tossed it down, whether it was the Nanqing Dynasty or the general trend of the world, it would be within a range that could be controlled.

So the two brothers are in a very good mood, and in the crisp autumn season, their hearts are also extremely refreshing, and they have thrown away all their troubles.

Even Fan Xian can not think about the problems of Shijia Village and the problems of the past for the time being. As for He Zongwei, who was a celebrity in the court, he was just a clown in his eyes, and he couldn't affect anything at all.

Today is a good rìzi, these days are a rare good rìzi in Fan Xian's life.

Fan Xian was not in a hurry to return to Beijing, and it was also a rare pleasure to take a look at the surrounding golden, yellowish and dark yellow, the beautiful leaves that were mixed with each sè, and the autumn mountains that were painted like oil paintings.

Of course, the blood along the way is still flowing. As a powerful minister of Qingguo, the master of the sword house, a representative of the invaders, and the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing's favorite. Fan Xian, who returned to Beijing all the way, naturally became the first target of the rebels of the vassal states around Dongyi City and the rebels.

It may not be appropriate to say that the people are in turmoil, but it should be said that they are righteous people. Most of the people in Dongyi City who refused to accept surrender and bravely entered the mountains and forests to fight with the Qingguo invaders were so-called Jianghu people, and these people with military force were obviously more direct in maintaining their own moral standards.

I don't know how these people found out the time when Fan Xian left Dongyi City, mastered the route of the Supervision Yuan's convoy back to Beijing, and all the way began to launch assassinations and even suicide attacks on Qingguo Quanchen in the black carriage.

After arriving in Yanjing for about 20 days, Hei Sè's convoy was attacked a total of seven times, and the army that Yanjing received and the black cavalry stationed at the junction did not come in to respond, and the eldest prince only pulled out a team of 1,000 people to Fan Xian, so it was quite hard to deal with these seven big attacks.

Fan Xian no longer had any interest in enjoying the scenery, but fell into contemplation. There was no problem with his personal safety, and the incoming rebels often had to retreat after throwing down countless corpses, but his subordinates, especially the Western Expeditionary Army under the Great Prince, also paid a lot of price for it.

Because of the non-stop offensive, the top secret newspaper in Kyoto has not arrived for three days.

Fan Xian lifted the curtain of the carriage, squinted at the west, and secretly prayed in his heart that Kyoto was safe, and the people he cared about were safe.

............ When Fan Xian was on the side of the mountains and mountains, within the border of Qingguo, there was also a long convoy moving forward in the lonely night road, this train fleet was also pure black, and in the extremely wide carriage, there was an old man, his knees covered with woolen blankets, his eyes were a little cloudy, looking at the road at night, he felt that this road seemed to have no end.

The former president of the Supervision Yuan, who has secretly been in charge of the dark forces of Qingguo for decades, the most loyal courtier of Emperor Qing, the most hated enemy of Qingguo's civil officials, the old thief feared the most by the Northern Qi people and the Dongyi people, and the big man who once affected the situation in the whole world, Lord Chen Pingping, finally embarked on the journey of returning to the old age.

This time I left Kyoto, not to go back to my hometown to save my family, but to go back to my hometown to settle down. First-class merit, countless rewards, and going home to care for the elderly is a rare honor that His Majesty has given to this old black dog, and all the ministers of Qingguo think so.

Chen Pingping's hometown is in the east of Qingguo, if you look at it from the map, it is below Dongyi City, but it is quite far away from Shanzhou and Jiaozhou, on the contrary, it is closer to Jiangnan. It was a poor area that was not very developed.

The lonely convoy of returning to the old is still far from his hometown, and on this day, the convoy only passed through Dazhou, which is a state and county that Chen Pingping must pass through to return to his hometown.

The convoy did not notify the officials along the way, so as not to alarm all the officials who came out in fear to kowtow to the old dean.

However, today's Dazhou is brightly lit, and the officials in the government are busy searching for something and looking for something under the severe reprimand of the officials of the Criminal Department.

Chen Pingping's eyes narrowed, he didn't remember any important people in Dazhou, he lifted the curtain, beckoned an unfamiliar official beside him, and asked a few words softly.

The official's face was unfamiliar, but there was a cunning in his eyes that had gained insight into the world, and he replied with a gentle smile: "When Lord Tisi returned to Beijing, we would have arrived a long time ago. ”

Chen Pingping hummed a little tiredly, but a trace of complicated feelings flashed in his eyes, he thought of the conversation with His Majesty in the palace before leaving Kyoto, and he had already seen the deepest meaning in His Majesty's heart.

In this world, there is no one who knows Emperor Qing better than Chen Pingping, so his eyes are very complicated. And the strange official next to the carriage stared at the brightly lit Dazhou and the bloody man who stood out from the encirclement, and his eyes became complicated in shock.