Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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"I don't understand, how can you hold on." At this time, the room in the sword had no other people, very quiet. Fan sat down on the chair next to the bed and said softly to the old man on the bed: Why is it so hard to support?"

Fan Xian still has some taboos on this big master, otherwise he will be more difficult to listen to when he speaks with his gentle face. However, although the four-legged sword had been exhausted, he was still very afraid of the thin old man on the bed, suddenly turned into a big sword, and then tempered to sneer at himself.

Si Gujian was lying on the bed, his eyes looked at the top without any eyes. Although the breathing was not sharp, it was very far-reaching. It sounded like a broken bellows, giving people a feeling that the flame was about to go out.

This is exactly the incomprehensibility of Fan Xian. Ming Ming was on the Dadong Mountain. Four Gu Jiansheng smashed Ye Liuyun’s slap in the face, and his majesty was a punch. His life was premature, but he did not know what method he used. Respiratory for three years.

Only a month ago, after being stabbed in two places by the shadow wind and thunder. The great master finally couldn’t stand it anymore, and the meridians in the intestines were exhausted and turned into a coffin on the bed. Fan Xian can clearly perceive that Si Gujian forcibly prolongs life. He did not understand the pain and cost of doing it. Since the work is so hard, the agreement has been reached. Why should the other party rely on the body's mouth to be pure and life-saving. Bored and lost?

The body of Si Gujian is extremely thin and thin. Wrestling with the Nether in this month, the loss is too large, nearly 20 pounds light, the whole person's land meat is dry. The skin almost sticks to the bones and looks terrible.

The sound of snoring sounded from the bed. It’s like laughing. Si Gujian hoarse voice, extremely low said: "Life and death is unreasonable, I still do not want to die, so I have to live."

Fan quietly looked at him. Confirmed that the other party is already in a state of quadriplegia. Can't help but sigh and stand up. Said: "According to the theory, your disciples once injured me many times. Among the 100 tigers you killed on Dadongshan. There are quite a few of my confidant subordinates who want to protect their integrity. Do not know why Seeing that you are about to die. I don’t have much pleasure in reporting it."

"Because... you know... those tiger guards are your emperor and I borrowed my sword to kill the ground." The breathing of Si Gujian gradually calmed down, and the sentences were gradually stable. Only the two pairs were deeply trapped in the eye sockets. It is no longer difficult to condense the swordsman that flourished in the world that year. Some indifference. Some are scattered.

Fan paused for a moment and then respectfully asked: "I really want to know. How did you survive in the past few years."

Si Gujian is silent. Fan leisure went up, stood on the edge of the bed and gently opened his bed, and carefully opened the soft coat on the big master, watching the big wound in his chest and abdomen. There is no opening for a long time.

This is a rather rude, rather disrespectful move. At this time, there was no other person in the room of the sword, but Fan still felt that this movement was very rude. Very inappropriate. So he just looked at his eyes and pulled the clothes on Si Gujian very carefully.

The dying grandmaster can only let Fan Xian look like a corpse, and he must be angry when he thinks about the heart of the sword. But it is very strange that the eyes of Si Gujian have not changed at all, just looking at the roof beam. I don't know what I am thinking.

Fan sat back in the chair. I began to rethink the wounds I saw in my mind. The reason why he is interested in the wound of Si Gujian is because he really does not know the grand master. How did it last for three years? Because he knows why Si Gujian really died. It was the punch that the emperor slammed on him.

Even if he is a great master, but the abdomen meridians are broken, smashed and rotted, how can it survive?

In the city's main house, when the shadow assassinated the four-legged sword, Fan Xian once stunned and saw the big man's abdomen strange wound.

The wound is very scary in color, and this kind of green man is a color familiar to Fan Xian, a poisonous color. Fan sat in the chair, silent for a long time, suddenly said: "How long has Mr. Fei stayed in Dongyi City?"

Si Gujian laughed very hard and said softly after a long while: "In fact, you are smarter than yourself."

Fan sat quietly in the chair and said: "Through the poisonous cut off the meridians, the stabbed and rotted flesh and blood, this poisonous metaphysical technique is not made by everyone."

He sighed and gently licked his own temple and said: "This kind of realm, I used to listen to Mr. once when I was a child, but I never thought that someone can really do it. Under the sun, three sects of poisonous land, Shaun is dead, I know that you are in the city of Dongyi City, it is blown out by you... Although he has some standards, but people who can really use poison to let you live for a few years, in addition to Mr. Fei, can still Who is there?"

"And he always said to me that I want to go out to sea. If I don't go from Quanzhou, I will go from Dongyi City." Fan Xian is like talking to himself, whispering: "He treated you in the past, nowadays

It’s not too unexpected to treat you once. ”

"Yeah." Si Gujian's body was stiff on the bed at this time, and he couldn't move at all. He said indifferently: "Fei Jie stayed in the sword for a year and a half, and then went out to sea."

Fan Xian’s heart suddenly gave birth to a sense of sorrow. When the city’s government saw the injury of Si Gujian, he had already doubted it. He thought that Mr. Fei Jie was still hiding in the sword, and he did not think that Mr. had already left. .

He was born again in this world. Apart from his two relatives, Grandma and Wu Zhushu, Mr. Fei Jie was the first elder he saw, the first person who wholeheartedly cared for himself, although it was a weirdo - Fan Xianhe It’s not too late to stay together. However, the mentor and the apprentice are very close, and they are close to each other using corpses and poisons.

Mr. Fei Jie is really going out to sea. I am afraid that this life will never return to this continent again. Fan Xian’s heart suddenly feels cool, faint and sad, thinking that his father, Chen Pingping, and even the emperor Laozi may leave themselves one by one. It’s an unbearable sorrow to leave yourself alone in this world.

"Fei Jie and Ye Liuyun come out together with the sea." Si Gujian revealed a secret.

Fan has been silent for a long time. After Dadongshan, Ye Liuyun only suffered two months of injury. Just like the previous decades, no one knows his news anymore, even Ye Zhong and Ye Linger don't know. Only the Qing people are accustomed to the life of this great master like a wild crane, no one cares too much.

Going out to sea? Going to the new continent? Fan Xian has some hard times to laugh at himself: "The big guys are pretty good."

"Ye Liuyun was stabbed by a sword on the mountain, and it is no longer possible to return to the original level." Si Gujian was lying on the bed and said calmly. There is no pride or temper. "Fei Jie went out with him to take care of his injury. Ye Liuyun’s hands can protect Fei Jie, these two old things. Live is chic."

Fan Xian stood up and looked at him after a moment of silence. "My negotiations with Da Yi and Dong Yicheng are still going on. You also know that this matter cannot be settled in a very short period of time. Those of the vassal states The aristocrats of the princes must have a rebound. You are going to die soon. You can’t control these problems. I may apply some hot hands at that time."

"This has nothing to do with me." Si Gujian's skinny body was buried under the quilt, and it looked pitiful. "You said this to me, cough... cough... is it going to leave?"

"I want to go back to Beijing for a while. Then come back to deal with the follow-up issues." Fan nodded. Going outside the house, when his steps suddenly step on the threshold. Suddenly said: "What did Chen Pingping bring to you?"

Si Gujian is like asleep, and there is no answer at all.

Fan Xian turned around at the threshold, and his eyes were full of sorrows. He continued to ask: "The bitterness will extend Chen Pingping’s life. Chen Pingping will delay your life. Why are you old guys so bitter? Sometimes I really can't believe that the old dean would choose such a path, which is too inconsistent with his aesthetic concept."

"I was also very surprised." Si Gujian smiled very hard. "The old black dog has always been loyal to the Qing emperor. Why do you want to help me save his life? Is he not afraid of me wearing the empty temple? ”

Fan Xian didn't make a sound, and he thought a little faintly in his heart. What the old blind man thought was just using human nature. What a miserable and painful plan.

"Before Kyoto rebelled three years ago, the dean was poisoned." Fan Xian suddenly bowed his head and said: "The man is your Dongyicheng."

After saying this, he walked away from the room and walked out of this deadly but murderous room. He stood beside the big pit in the middle of the sword, looked up at the sky, silenced for a long time, did not speak. At this time, the white clouds are floating in the sky, and the sun is shining at the end of the long cloud. It looks like a burning pen and a dazzling picture on the blue sky.

Burning yourself and shining on others, this universe is dark, but its eyes can not tolerate a little darkness, burning the fuel at the beginning of time, trying to shine all the darkness hidden behind the stars.

Fan is standing beside the sword pit, taking a deep breath, the two large days of the body slowly flow, the true spirit of the sky protects his heart, and his own hegemony is finally mentioned in the ultimate realm. The body's infuriating volume filled his clothes and hunted in a windless environment.

It seems that the endless instinct is sent along his arm to his smooth palm and slowly released.

This kind of infuriating method is not for everyone. It is a useless means that Fan Fan came up with in order to climb the cliff. He only practiced for 20 years and he was already very skilled. It’s natural to release it, it’s natural, and it’s a very interesting idea. Who would have thought that after many years, it would have such a role.

Fan is standing beside the sword, and his arms are unfolding to both sides.

The countless swords in the pit began to creak, and it seemed to feel the inspiration of this infuriating, constantly shaking.

A simple sword, the first one can not withstand this power. The tip of the sword screamed, breaking away from the loess at the bottom of the sword, and the rotten paper that the four-swords were thrown into. The garbage, flew up, flew into the hands of Fan Xian.

Fan Xian quietly looked at the sword held in his hand, compared with his usual use of the Wei Tianzi sword, and found that it was indeed not at all eye-opening, could not help but smile, said: "It is also a fate.

The bed was dark in the room. The dying grand master, Si Gujian, smiled. Said to himself: "I still can't."

Fan leisure looked at the sword in his hand. Sighed: "It's still far behind."

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In the middle of the night. The three carriages marched toward the West with the fastest speed. The team carrying the land was a distinguished guest of Qingguo, in the current situation. No one dared to stop these carriages for inspection throughout the entire territory of Dongyi City. Therefore, the speed of the team is extremely fast.

What's more, the color of these carriages is black.

Mu Fenger carefully poured the hot water in the basin and placed it in front of the Titus. I was afraid that when the carriage was moving, I poured water out.

Fan’s daily life is really extravagant. I don't know where the officials of these supervision institutes got geothermal water. He picked up the hot towel from the basin. I wiped my tired face hard and asked: "Is there any new news in Kyoto?"

"Everything is as usual." Mu Fenger looked at the adults and whispered. In fact, he is not clear. Why the Tis adults will be so anxious to return to Beijing. Although it is really troublesome to negotiate with Dongyi City, and adults need to go back to Beijing to discuss the details. Handed over to the underarms. However, why should we make time so nervous? Even risking to hurry in the night. Fortunately, there is no mountain road near Dongyi City. Otherwise, once the car is turned over, who can afford this responsibility, I am afraid that the Emperor’s Majesty will smash all the officials of the accompanying supervisory office.

I heard the answer from the wind. Fan’s mood has relaxed a lot. It is now a decade of celebration. He has officially entered the supervision institute for five or six years. More precisely, from the day of his birth. He was trained by Chen Pingping. Prepare to take over the supervision. When I was five years old. In addition to following Mr. Fei Jie to learn poison. Most of the time is spent studying the supervision of hospital regulations and organizational planning. Today, Fan Xian has firmly grasped the horror of the Supervisory Academy and has his own judgment on the loyalty and ability of his subordinates.

The black horse carriage was silently moving forward in the black night. The oil lamp inside the compartment is windproof and anti-shake. But the light is still a little bit uncertain. Fan leisurely licked his eyes and raised his face. Suddenly, I said calmly: "Small wind, you are a distant house."

Mu wind children. I think you have known this thing for a long time, but still respectfully said: "It’s a subordinate uncle, but... no three generations."

"If someone wants to kill Mutie, what do you do?"

Mu Fenger was shocked and looked at Fan Xian with a sly look. He couldn’t say a word for a long time.

Fan Xiao smiled and said: "Just give an example, this way. If Mu Tie and I have hatred, he wants to die by himself. It arouses your hatred towards me... Will you kill me? ?"

Mu Fenger shook his head again and again. I can't say a word.

Fan Xian shook his head with some boring and sighed. Looking down again, I wonder how there are such awkward people in the world?

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When Fan was in the dark and went back to Kyoto to elaborate on the affairs of Dongyi to the Majesty, the emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty had already returned to the quiet Shangcheng, and the palace was still so beautiful. Although she left the palace for a while, but with the strong suppression of the Queen Mother and the cooperation of the confessional officials in the DPRK, no one found the slightest abnormality.

In comparison, the Beiqi royal family, which had been considered by the Nanqing court to be discouraged by the mother and the son, was actually united as a piece of iron plate, which was much clearer than Nanqing.

The emperor of Beiqi looked at the night outside the court and looked back at the beautiful woman who was reading the book. Suddenly she asked: "You and Fan Xian only stayed in the room for half an hour. Is he so anxious? Say you are springing up, it’s hard to suppress yourself?"

Since returning to the palace, although the little emperor’s favor to Li Guifei has not weakened, the bitterness in his speech is somewhat unstoppable. Sylvia grew up with her since childhood. Of course, she knew what kind of temper she was. She had no explanation for most of the month. Today she smiled and said: "Your Majesty, I know that you are jealous, not so obvious. Expressed."

When the day Fan said that sentence, the little emperor's face was a bit ugly. After hearing the rationale, she couldn't help but snorted.

Sally stood up and walked over to her body, leaning her cheek against her thin shoulders, embracing her hands, gently stroking her lower abdomen, exhaling like a blue saying: "Fan is very simple, if you have Of course, I can only have it. No matter who we are, I always have to tell him this slam."

The little emperor was silent and suddenly said: "I don't know if the little white face is still happy in the city of Dongyi."

Sylvia did not answer this sentence, just thinking that Xiao Fan is the most handsome man in the world, but it has caused so many things, I am afraid that he will be the most distressed man in the world.

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The man who was most troubled in the world finally rushed back to Kyoto. The black carriage passed the two checks of the Kyoto garrison and the thirteen city gates very quickly and came under the gate of the palace.

Fan took a deep breath and jumped out of the car. He didn't go to see the officials who were full of joy and surrounded them. They just thought about it. This time they went to the palace to ask for help, they must ask for it!

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