Hearing this, Thirteen Lang pondered for a moment, did not answer, but stood in front of Fan Xian, and slowly drew the sword at his waist, today's Thirteen Lang is not a Qingwan arithmetic who walks in the world and experiences people's hearts, but just follows Fan Xian left and right, and refuses to live alone. Zuilu Academy

Fan Xian's expression became serious, 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 the sea water not far away was reflected, even more rippling.

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 Son of Heaven Sword in Fan Xian's hand was still pointing obliquely at the forty-five degree sky, he didn't have time to react at all, his face was pale, and the domineering true qi at the snowy mountain behind his waist exploded, and when he couldn't wait, he forcibly pulled out his body, flapped his wings like a sand gull, and slid towards the back of the beach.

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.

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

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

Words outlet. Only then did he realize that his voice was a little hoarse. Thinking that in order to avoid this simple sword, the true qi in his body increased too much in a very short period of time, thus shocking his lungs.

Fan Xian took a deep breath, and the pale face gradually returned to normal. He glanced deeply at Thirteen Lang. said: "Unstoppable. This is indeed your means. It's just that usually you're not so fast. It's so powerful. ”

"I practiced the 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." Bite off more than you can chew. I have the earth sword in my hand, why should I learn the Qing Emperor again?"

The nameless trick is too domineering. Especially when you get through the first pass, the mind and body are completely separated. Complete conflict. Uncontrollably felt too much like going mad. The reason why Fan Xian easily passed this hurdle back then. It was because of the last years of his previous life. It's all spent in bed. He had long been accustomed to the vegetative years when he couldn't move his body and only had his brain moving.

Therefore, knowing that Wang Shisanlang was not able to embark on the road of domineering skills, Fan Xian was not surprised. Zuilu Academy, he was just surprised by the high level of understanding of Thirteen Lang. In such a short period of time, he realized the danger of the domineering skill, and had such a high level of wisdom and judgment, that he 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 and sat down on the slightly wet beach. That sword was deceptively simple. It was just a basic elbow flexion, but to burst out so fast, with such a decisive stance, had already consumed too much of his energy.

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

Fan Xian clearly grasped this and slowly raised his steps. walked to Shisanlang's side, and said with an inexplicable emotion: "Many people say that greed can't chew too much, even you have such a clear judgment, but I always think that Yiduo is not pressing." Am I wrong?"

A faint doubt flashed in his eyes: "The four great masters in the world, plus my blind uncle, I have mastered four of the five masters, and even the Ye family's liuyun is scattered." I also got the rough idea. ”

He sat down in front of Wang Shisanlang. He frowned and said, "The world, no." It should be said that from ancient times to the present, I have learned so many peerless people, and I am the only one, but today I am forced to retreat by your sword, what is 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 had a simple heart but was 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, a lifetime of cultivation to practice and 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 four great grandmasters, but in the sword of Wang Shisanlang

But he had to retreat temporarily, he couldn't help but think of the realm of the Sigu Sword, as well as the emperor realm, and an irrepressible gloom arose in his heart.

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

"My understanding is only a human asset, 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." ”

Today's Fan Xian, facing Wang Shisanlang's sword like a foreign 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 insidious fighting character, coupled with 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, he will die in the end. Zuilu Academy must be the other party.

When Ye Liuyun left this world. Whether it is power or personal cultivation, Fan Xian is 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 that the other party was just a young man in his twenties. How did you elevate your cultivation to the state you have now?

The realm of the three young people in the world is now similar. It's just that Fan Xian is more ruthless and has more means than the two of them.

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

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, and did not reply, just looked back at the white waves that gradually rose and fell on the sea. He had been in Dongyi City for a long time, and the booklet left by Master Kuhe was deeply imprinted in his mind, and every time he meditated on the seaside, those words would be poured into his mind, although he still didn't understand most of the meaning. But what is very mysterious is that as long as you think about it, it seems that there are some very subtle factors inside and outside the body that begin to echo each other.

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

It's just that this kind of abandonment makes him feel a little palpitations, is this the magic of the West? Human beings always have fear of things that don't know the roots. What made Fan Xian even more indifferent was that the changes that the booklet brought to him were not enough to solve too many problems, and the speed of that kind of supplement was too slow. The ascension of that realm is too small......

Second in the world. It seems that it can only be the second in the world forever.

For a moment, Fan Xian even thought of it. Did you make a big mistake, whether it is Master Kuhe, or Sigu Jian, whether it is Ye Liuyun or His Majesty the Emperor, these people at the top of the world, whether it is the firmness of their will or the diligence of their cultivation, they must be far above themselves, but these great masters are only practicing their own mastery for a lifetime, and they have never been distracted.

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, 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 all costs.

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 day after tomorrow. 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 for now, why should I worry about so many things?"

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

His Majesty 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 and the emperor Laozi can always find a second way.

Bloodshed is not necessarily necessary.

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Bleeding is necessary.

When the wind of early autumn began to pass through the small hill behind Dongyi City, Fan Xian finally took care of most of the affairs in Dongyi City, and when the Great Prince and Yun Zhilan returned, the first major turmoil that occurred after the surrender of Dongyi City was finally extinguished in the border of Xiaoliang Kingdom with the cooperation of both parties, and the flame ignited by the self-immolation of Mr. Ru 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 bloody Dongyi people unfortunately lay 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 brings with it the tension and tension of these expeditionary ministers day after day

Slaughter.

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 controllable range.

So the two brothers are in a very good mood. In the crisp autumn season, my heart is also extremely refreshing, and I have thrown away all my 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 the popular man He Zongwei in the DPRK. In his eyes, he was just a clown, and he couldn't affect anything at all.

Today is a good day. These days are rare good days in Fan Xian's life.

The black convoy of the Inspectorate left Dongyi City. Slowly walk on the official road back to Beijing. Fan Xian was not in a hurry to return to Beijing. Take a look around with golden, yellowish, dark yellow. The beautiful leaves of the trees and the autumn mountains that have been painted like oil paintings are also a rare treat.

Of course. The blood was still flowing along the way. As a minister of Qingguo. The master of the sword house, the representative of the invaders, and the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing's favorite. All the way back to Beijing. Naturally, it became a rebel army of the vassal states around Dongyi City. The first target of the rebels' attack.

It may not be appropriate to speak of rioters. It should be said that he is a righteous man. Every time the righteous slaughtered more dogs, Dongyi City refused to accept surrender and bravely entered the mountains and forests. People who fought against the Gyeongkook invaders. Most of them are so-called people from the rivers and lakes. These are people who are armed with force. In terms of upholding their own moral code. It's obviously more direct.

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

After arriving in Yanjing for about 20 days, the black convoy was attacked seven times, and the army from Yanjing and the black cavalry 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 major attacks.

Fan Xian no longer had any interest in enjoying the scenery, but fell into contemplation. There are no problems with his personal safety. The attacking rebels often threw down countless corpses. had to retreat, 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 report in Kyoto has not arrived for three days.

Fan Xian lifted the curtain of the carriage, squinted at the west, and prayed secretly in his heart. Everything is safe in Kyoto, and everything is safe for the people you care about.

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When Fan Xian was on the side of the mountains. Within the borders of Qingguo, there is also a long convoy that is moving forward in the lonely night road. The convoy was also pure black, and in the very wide carriage was an old man with a woolen blanket on his knees. His vision was a little cloudy. Looking at the road at night, it seems that this road will never end.

Former President of the Supervisory Yuan. Secretly in charge of the dark power 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, 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, going home to retire, it is His Majesty who has given this old black dog a rare glory, 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 very clear, 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 emotions 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 bright Dazhou, staring at the bloody man who stood out from the encirclement, and his eyes became complicated in shock.