Yan Yuan's blood dyed the rock wall with a long red band.

On the battlefield, there was no trace of Lu Bu.

The mysterious archery path Mahayana powerhouse did not leave any traces.

Fan Li was silent, wanting to pull out the Fang Tian Painting Halberd with his own hands.

As soon as his fingertips touched the long handle, he was immediately shocked!

Looking closely, he found that Fang Tian's painting halberd was shrouded in a layer of majestic qi, as if it was warning anyone who tried to touch it.

"Mr. Yan, did you forcibly leave this weapon to tell me the identity of the murderer?" Fan Li muttered to himself.

"Master, let me come?"

Wu Qi's voice was extremely soft, as if a slightly heavier tone would sting Fan Li.

He nodded.

The black dragon in the state of the black dragon opened his mouth and spit out a dark aura, covering Fang Tian's painting halberd.

Under the corrosion of the dark aura, the Haoran Qi gradually dissipated.

When the last trace of qi dissipated, Fan Li approached again.

This time, he pulled out Fang Tian's halberd with just one hand.

At the same time, he also used his other hand to catch Yan Yuan's body.

The graceful and noble duke's brocade robe was stained with blood, but Fan Li didn't seem to feel it.

He could have put Yan Yuan's body on the dragon's back, but he didn't.

Fan Li always held it, cautiously, and had no intention of putting Yan Yuan down.

"Master, now go and save your clone?" Wu Hao asked.

She was a little worried.

If you delay here for too long, the injured doppelganger of the owner may be in distress.

"No need." Fan Li shook his head slowly: "Let's send Mr. Yan home first." ”

Wu Xiao was stunned for a moment, and wanted to open his mouth to dissuade him, but finally held back.

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind:

One day, if I die in battle, my master will not let me leave my body in the wilderness.

……

…………

Chudu, Pengcheng.

In the palace, Xiang Chong and the hundred officials were feasting.

Xiang Chong has recently become more and more aware of life.

Since he can't fight for power with Fan, he simply enjoys the happiness of being an emperor.

Although the power was lost, the limited imperial power was far better than the years when he was in penance from the Fire Sect.

One of Xiang Chong's biggest hobbies is to feast on the ministers.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that the courtiers of Great Chu Wenwu during the banquet were still very cute.

As long as it does not involve the topic of government politics, these ministers are willing to praise him a few words.

For example, being kind and natural, and sympathetic to his subordinates.

In particular, a well-known minister close to the Fan family also praised Xiang Chong for 'being on the side of the grassroots', 'good at listening to the opinions of others', and 'playing an exemplary and leading role'.

Although the wording is strange, it can always be heard that he is praising himself, and Xiang Chong is very useful.

"Report ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Suddenly, a Ouchi guard sang and stepped into the Jinluan Hall without asking for instructions.

Xiang Chong was unhappy in his heart and was about to get angry!

When he took a closer look at his identity, he was actually the deputy commander of the Ouchi guard, the former deputy general of the garrison, and Fan Li's die-hard loyalist.

"Ahem!"

"What's the matter?"

You can not look at the face of the monk and the face of the Buddha, but Fan Li's face still has to be given.

Xiang Chongqiang squeezed out a smiling face and listened to him.

The deputy commander of the guard took the lead in kneeling, kowtowing, and waited for a few weeks of etiquette before he said aloud:

"The edict of the Duke of Jin."

Whoa!

The courtiers of the Great Chu Wenwu who were originally sitting at the table all stood up.

They were half-bowed, with a respectful look of listening to the instruction.

Xiang Chong is called a depressed person!

But what can be done?

Fan Li has such a status in Dachu, not only can he let the deputy commander of the Da Nei guard convey the edict for him, but no one in the Manchu Dynasty has dared to sit and listen!

"Chen Fan Li, this trip is in Yunmeng Mountain."

"First there was a mysterious archery master who assassinated, and then he was chased and killed by the army led by the prince of Wanli of the Ming Dynasty......"

The courtiers of Great Chu were in an uproar!

Xiang Chong said excitedly: "Duke Jin is in distress and dies...... Ahem, are you alright? ”

The deputy commander of the guard glanced at Xiang Chong coldly.

This deputy commander is the Yuan Ying Ninth Rank Great Perfection, a half-step god, and Xiang Chong has a strength gap of several grades, and he can be slapped to death with one hand.

He said coldly: "Duke Jin, it's okay!" ”

"Great!"

"Jin Gong is safe, it is my great Chu's blessing!"

"Your Majesty should sacrifice heaven and earth, sue the Taimiao, and celebrate the safety of Duke Jin!"

The civil and military ministers spoke one after another, but Xiang Chong was half dead!

He resisted the urge to scold the street, but listened to the deputy commander of the guard continue to report:

"However, Yuan Taichang belonged to the official Yan Yuan, and unfortunately died in the ambush."

"Five more guards died in battle."

"Chen Fan is invited, posthumously presented to Yan Yuan Taichang Siqing, Feng Muhou, and nicknamed Wenxiang."

"Five Guards Posthumously Presented Hereditary Auxiliary Generals ......"

Xiang Chong sat on the dragon chair, listening to the deputy commander read a long string of bereavement edicts, and his brain exploded.

The auxiliary general is only a third-grade general, and it is just a posthumous gift.

But with the addition of the word 'hereditary', it is really an ordinary second-grade general who can't be exchanged!

Give Fan Li his life, is it so fragrant?

And that Yan Yuan!

Who is he?

It sounds like it's just an ordinary subordinate official of Taichang Temple, and if he dies, he will die, how can he posthumously give Taichang Temple?

This is the head of the Nine Qings!

Also a marquis and a nickname?!

When the clan officials of the old Xiang family died, they may not have this treatment.

"Ahem......" Xiang Chong coughed dryly, and asked tentatively, "Is the reward of the Duke of Jin too heavy?" ”

The deputy commander of Ouchi looked at him coldly and replied, "The last general doesn't know, please ask Your Majesty to ask the Duke of Jin." ”

Ahh

Unless necessary, Xiang Chong didn't want to see Fan Li's face in his life, how dare he ask him?

Helpless, he had no choice but to bite the bill and continue to ask: "Duke Jin has gained anything from this trip to Yunmengshan?" ”

"I don't know."

"If Your Majesty wants to know, go and ask Duke Jin."

!

Xiang Chong almost scolded.

I don't know?

The deputy commander is a diehard fan of the family, how can he not know anything?

I clearly don't want to say it!

Such a rebellious minister and thief, what a ...... Is...... Xiang Chong really didn't have anything to do.

After a long time, he finally held back two words:

"Quasi-play."

……

…………

Jiangshan Pavilion.

This is the pivotal place of the Fan Mansion, and there is a constant exchange of intelligence information every day.

Even the state politics of Great Chu are often decided in the Jiangshan Pavilion, not in Xiang Chong's Jinluan Palace.

At this moment, Jiangshan Pavilion hung up a white paper lantern.

All the guards, maidservants, and domestic servants in the Fan Mansion all changed into plain clothes.

A coffin carved from golden nan wood is quietly parked in the pavilion.

In the coffin, Yan Yuan was lying.

His appearance was carefully groomed, his beard was meticulous, and his complexion was naturally warm.

The eyes are closed, as if they are sleeping.

Yan Yuan's clothes have also changed, clean and tidy Confucian clothes, as rigorous and simple as his character.

For the severed limbs, Fan Li carved his hands and feet out of sandalwood to show his completion.

“…… Spread the news of Mr. Yan's death to Lu Cheng and let Wen Xinhou know. ”

Fan Li sat next to the coffin, and after a long silence, finally gave the first order.

A figure withdrew from Jiangshan Pavilion, and it was a spy from Fan's Mansion in charge of intelligence.

Subsequently, Fan Li took out the [Dust Edge Necklace Yang] and sent a video application to Xiang Ning.

"Humph!"

"Fan Li, how long have you not contacted me?"

In the video screen, Xiang Ning pretended to be angry, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tilt slightly.

But she immediately noticed that Fan Li's expression was gloomy, and his eyes were full of murderous aura.

"What's wrong with you? I...... I'm kidding, I'm actually very happy that you can reach out to me......"

Fan Li stared at Xiang Ning for a long time, and found that she was full of aura, her eyes were full of energy, and her cultivation was obviously very advanced.

All thanks to that woman.

Qingqiu.

She fulfilled her promise and took good care of Xiang Ning.

"Your Majesty."

Fan Li's expression softened a little.

"The minister has something to find the Holy Lord of Qingqiu, is she there?"