In the silent valley night, I don't see any weeds, but I see a dark night sky between two cliffs. Fan Xian tidied up his clothes and tied the torn left leg trouser tube while whispering:

"That little fairy's surname is Ye, and her name is Ye Qingmei. ”

............ "Ye Qingmei?" Sean was shocked, "What did you say?" Could it be that the mistress of the Ye family is the little fairy I once met?"

When the Ye family suddenly rose in the world, Sean was still the leader of the Northern Wei Dynasty's secret agents, so he was able to detect the surname of the Ye family's hostess, Fan Xian was not surprised, he smiled and said: "Except for the fairy in your mouth, who else can make the Ye family change the pattern of the entire world in just a few years?"

"I see, I see!" Sean coughed again, "No wonder Qingguo was able to rise so violently, it turned out that there was a shadow of the temple behind it." ”

"Wrong. Fan Xian said: "You are already a person who is going to die, so sue you, Ye Qingmei, that is, the little fairy you said in your mouth, is not an immortal in the temple, she ...... Just like us, we're just ordinary people. ”

Sean hadn't woken up from the previous shock, and didn't believe what Fan Xian said at all, but was immersed in the last question before he died: "...... Why...... The little fairy wants to catch me and go to Qingguo?"

As the spy leader of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he naturally knew the relationship between the Ye family and the Qingguo Supervision Yuan.

Fan Xian said: "Qingguo must kill you back then. He paused and said, "I must admit that you were still a very terrifying character back then...... And the reason why Ye Qingmei sent Chen Pingping to catch you instead of killing you is because of the love back then, after all, it seems that it was because you broke into the temple that she came to this world. ”

............ "What about you...... Result...... Ahem...... Who is it?" In the dark night, Sean's eyes looked at Fan Xian stunned, like two sharp arrows.

The old comrade who was about to die still had such sharp eyes, Fan Xian couldn't help but be slightly stunned in his heart, and said after a soft smile: "Me?"

After a moment of silence, he spoke:

"I am Ye Qingmei's son. ”

Ye Qingmei's son...... How Fan Xian wanted to be able to say it out loud to everyone in this familiar but unfamiliar, intimate but alien world, but there was no such possibility at the moment. At this time, the night was getting heavier, and the darkness before dawn had arrived, and in a cave with only two people, Fan Xian said it so softly.

I am Ye Qingmei's son.

For some reason, as soon as these words came out, Fan Xian felt a lot more relaxed, and the heart that had carried too much pressure broke free from the many branches and vines on it at this moment, at least temporarily relaxed, and gently hugged the smell of zìyóu in the night breeze.

............ The sky is getting brighter.

There are not many memories, but Sean said very slowly, and after a day in the middle of the night, Fan Xian finally achieved the most important purpose of this northward trip, he looked at Sean and said softly: "Do you have anything to explain?"

Sean just looked at him with a hint of weirdness, and only gasped after a while and said, "Are you ...... Her son?"

Fan Xian nodded and smiled: "I don't have the habit of recognizing my mother." ”

Sean coughed violently twice, shook out the last few drops of blood in his heart, and said as if crying and laughing: "No wonder you know so many things, no wonder you are so interested in where the temple is......" The old man before he died finally saw the whole thing a little clearly, and said with a breath: "It seems that this cave should not be able to trap you." ”

"I'm not in the habit of putting myself in the dead either. Fan Xian was already ready and approached Sean.

Sean suddenly stared at him and said, "If you want to live well, don't go to the temple." ”

Fan Xian's face was calm and did not answer him.

Sean didn't look at him again, just looked at the cliff yellow valley behind Fan Xian, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, the old man gasped softly and said: "I used to think that I was a ruthless person who was not afraid of death, just seeking zìyóu, but now that death is close at hand, I know that everyone is afraid of death." ”

"There is no one in this world who is not afraid of death. I don't know why, Fan Xian glanced at the dying Sean, slowly let go of his right hand, and said softly: "But...... Death may not be the end, and you may be in a completely strange world. ”

This is his biggest secret, his biggest emotion.

Sean's eyes fell into the distance, and his crimson pupils gradually softened: "You are really a little fairy...... No, Ye Qingmei's son?" Without waiting for Fan Xian to answer, Sean continued to say indifferently: "But you and her are not like each other at all. ”

Fan Xian said: "You have only seen her at the age of four, how can you be so sure?"

Sean smiled and said, "Because you are far less beautiful than the little fairy." ”

Fan Xian subconsciously tilted his head and said, "There are really not many women in this world who are more beautiful than me. ”

"The eyes are different. ”

"How is it different?"

Sean glanced at him and said with a hint of indifference: "I only understand now that on that snowy wasteland, the little fairy looks at the white earth, and her eyes are still soft and compassionate...... I didn't know how to describe it, but at this time I seemed to feel the darkness coming, and I realized that all the emotions in her eyes were just expressing one thing. ”

"What's the matter?" Fan Xian's heart skipped twice.

............ "Attachment and love for life. Sean smiled and said, "Although you often have a bright smile in your eyes, that's different...... Your mother is supposed to be a very affectionate person, and you are an extremely ruthless person at heart. ”

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I don't deny this. ”

"I've killed a lot of people in my life, so I've never expected a good death. Sean didn't continue the topic anymore, but looked at the light of the misty sky with some distraction and said, "It's not bad to be able to die in this cave, as you said, to have a good grave." ”

Fan Xian half-squatted beside him, put his left hand on the old man's shoulder, and found that his muscles had gradually softened.

The light of the sky outside the cliff was still dim, but through the mist that filled the valley, there was a holy light, which was softly reflected on Sean's withered face, making the secret agent leader who was lonely and miserable in the second half of his life with countless blood on his hands inexplicably feel a sense of relief.

"There shouldn't be those two jujube trees in Shanzhou, right?"

This was the last thing Sean asked in this world.

............ Fan Xian took out the last needle from under the old man's ear, confirmed his death after a while, tilted his head slightly, looked at Sean's corpse, and suddenly said softly: "Although there are no two jujube trees in Shanzhou, it ...... After death, there may be a better world waiting for you. ”

Sean's eyes had been softly closed, and the crimson sè in those pupils could no longer look at this strange world.

Fan Xian exhaled a breath of turbidity and laid Sean's body flat in the deepest part of the shallow cave, as for whether there was a mountain eagle to peck at, it seemed that he didn't think about it, so he looked a little indifferent and ruthless.

He walked out of the cave and reached out into the air beyond the cliff, and the white mist swam with his fingers, and what he reached out to grab was nothing.

――――――――――――――――――――――― Jinyiwei should still be searching for the bodies or traces of the old and young at the bottom of the valley and everywhere. This Yanshan cliff is as smooth as a mirror, no one would have thought that someone would jump off the cliff but be able to stand firmly, and no one could have thought that someone would be able to climb up along these smooth and wet mountain walls.

Fan Xian's whole body was clinging to the mountain wall like a piece of paper, and behind him was a thick morning mountain fog, effectively covering his figure, even if someone was on the opposite mountain wall, he couldn't find that someone was slowly crawling up like a gecko.

When he was in Shanzhou, from the age of twelve to sixteen, he spent four years on the external control of his true qi, which was an extremely stupid way of cultivation, but Wuzhu didn't care about him, and he himself practiced happily, but he didn't expect that in Fan Xian's later life, he actually helped him so much.

Crawling like a gecko, clinging to it like a snake, he cautiously went up and up again, his face was expressionless, the medicinal effect of the ephedra pill had long since faded completely, and his true qi was a little lacking, so he didn't dare to be careless.

............ Asakusa moved slightly, one hand climbed the stone next to the cliff, and a man wrapped in a black night suit climbed up from the valley like a ghost.

The hat covered Fan Xian's cheeks, and when he looked back, he saw that the valley was quiet, as if nothing had happened. After a while, his heart moved, and his eyes looked at the mountains and forests over there through the heavy morning mist, but he couldn't see anything.

But he always felt as if someone was looking at him over there, and that person's gaze was fixed on him as if it were substance.

Fan Xian bowed his head slightly, turned around, didn't think, didn't have time to think, plunged into the dense fog like a black arrow, and ran in the direction of the capital.

Outside the Imperial Courtyard of the Capital Mission, Gundam held a long knife in his hand, his eyes were round like tigers, and he looked at the people in front of him. The young master has not gone out for a day and a night, and all the visits of Northern Qi officials have been turned away, but early this morning, someone from Jinyi Wei came to pass on the will of the palace, saying that the young emperor His Majesty wanted to pass Fan Xian into the palace to gossip.

Few people knew that Fan Xian was not in the mission. The commander of the Jinyi guard solemnly hoped that Fan Xian was not in the mission, but after a night of searching, Fan Xian's body was not found, so the Northern Qi side finally became suspicious, so he was eager to confirm where Fan Xian was.

Who knew that the people of Nanqing were so arrogant and unreasonable, under the pretext that Fan Zheng was drunk, he forcibly prevented the Northern Qi officials from entering the mission. The clash was about to break out, but at this time, there was a rustling sound at the street corner.

It's not sweeping the streets, it's the sound of footsteps, and everyone in Northern Qi is happy.