Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fan’s eyebrows wrinkled. He looked at the man in the shadow. After hesitating for a moment, he asked: “How come you are happy with this look? Although we have few meetings, it’s really not used.”

The knifeman in the black shadow was slightly covered and said with a smile: "I have always been such a contemptuous person, and I also ask Xiaofan to forgive me."

“Slightly stunned?” Fan leisure frowned and said: “It’s no wonder that in the past, because of the greed of such a big scorpion, the palace named you to be removed.”

The knifeman looks awkward, and the right color says: "I can only live to this day if I am a loser."

Fan Xian did not say anything, but thought of something else, other people.

In the Battle of Dadongshan, more than 100 tigers were killed, and the Emperor’s armor used the sword in the hands of Si Gujian to cleanse Hu Wei ruthlessly and coldly. It also wiped Fan Jianzang’s biggest boost inside the royal family. It is precisely because of this. The attitude and mindfulness forced Fan Jian to withdraw from Kyoto in a dangerous place.

However, Fan Shangshu grew up with the Emperor of the Emperor since childhood. He has been operating in the DPRK for many years. He even secretly trained Hu Wei for the Li royal family for so long, and naturally left some hidden hands.

At this time, the black knife knife in front of Fan is one of them. The black knife knives, who used to be a genus of Hu Wei, only later became a subordinate of Fan Jian in the darkness, secretly doing things for Fan Fu, even including surveillance. The foot sticking out of the palace.

In the Kyoto rebellion, Fan was risking a big risk to start Qing Yutang, Fan Jian stared at him behind him, cleaning up the mess for him, and then shot. It is the secret power of Fan Fu, headed by a black knife. Until that day. Fan Xiancai really touched the father's final strength.

"You also know about Dadongshan on the land." Fan looked at the knifeman and asked: "How many tigers are still alive in this world?"

"There are twenty-one of the masters of Shangshu." The black knife screamed and said: "If the masters are dead, we are still useful."

In the past, Fan has only dealt with the seven tigers who are full of faces. For a time, I was really not used to the tone of the black knife. I said with a wry smile: "And don't mention this. Say back to the previous things. Suddenly I have to mention so much money, isn't the father worried that someone in the country will guess? What to?"

The black knives did not answer this question. Instead, like him, he whispered and asked: "The younger brothers seem to have a lot of courage recently. The text of the singer is coming. You are really ready to transfer money, even to the grandson. The family and the bear family reach out, isn’t it... you are not afraid of what the court is aware of?”

This statement is out. Fan Xian was caught in silence, and the black knife knitter did not continue to ask questions. In the past three years after the Kyoto rebellion, Fan has been secretly doing business in the intestines of the fish. Not seeking merit, but seeking seamlessness, progress is a bit too slow.

However, Fan has to do this, and his father, who is far away from Zhangzhou, seems to agree with his cautiousness - after all, the emperor is in office. No one dares to take risks to provoke anything. In case of venting, it can only be a scene of addiction.

It’s just that today, it seems that Fan and Fan Jian, the father and son, have begun to accelerate their pace. Fan’s heart is clear. The reason why the father speeded up was because he knew that his heart began to drift in that direction.

The next sentence of the black knives also confirmed Fan’s guess.

"If the young master wants to do something in the future, don't forget me." The black knife screamed and said: "I am also very interested in killing the palace."

Fan is slightly upset and said: "I am very interested in whether you intend to avenge your family, or do you want to revenge those colleagues who died on Dadongshan?"

"What is the difference?"

"There is really no difference. For you. For those tiger guards hidden in the dark, the Emperor has never seen you as an adult. You don't see him as a monarch. It is also a normal thing." Slightly hang down and whispered: "But the problem is. You said this in front of the official. Isn't it true that the officer really killed you? You should be very clear about the relationship between the Emperor and me."

The black knives calmly said: "I know more about the relationship between your monk and the book."

"It's very contradictory." Fan Xia sighed and said: "You are a group of powerful swordsmen, but you are a group of very dangerous people. Even I don't know if I can control you, so I I think you'd better stay with your father, including the dark tigers around you, all the same, don't try to get involved in my affairs."

There was a faint disappointment in the black knives' scorpion.

"Father can control you, and I have to hold everything in my own hands, so I can't use you." Fan leisure gradually gathered a smile, calmly said: "I have my own power, any of you Only one thing, be sure to keep your father safe. Just do this and let me have no worries. I may be able to reach you and your brothers."

The black knife knife was silent.

The silence lasted for a long time. Fan took a sip of cold tea next to him, shrank his legs in the subconscious, and sat on the chair with his knees. This posture was not so beautiful, but it made him feel a little safe.

This is the moment, he remembered the two emperors. Looking at the black knife knife in front of him, he remembered the Gundam, remembered the innocent people who bleed and sacrificed because of the emperor’s arbitrariness. He even remembered Chen Pingping, remembering that he had cut Qin Heng’s throat in front of the Kyoto Imperial Palace. Jingo.

Jing Ge did not see some days. Fan has a flash of light in his throat, thinking that Chen Pingping has done so many things in the dark, pulling a lot of people from the edge of death, and the father actually doing the same thing in the dark.

These two old comrades in the past did not pass the gas, but the methods chosen were all the same. They probably knew that only those who really felt the life and death had the courage to stand in this world and resist everything imposed on them. The pressure on the body. Only those who have survived the catastrophe of life and death can stand upright and bravely and proudly under the glory of the imperial power.

Fan’s eyebrows wrinkled. He looked at the man in the shadow. After hesitating for a moment, he asked: “How come you are happy with this look? Although we have few meetings, it’s really not used.”

The knifeman in the black shadow was slightly covered and said with a smile: "I have always been such a contemptuous person, and I also ask Xiaofan to forgive me."

“Slightly stunned?” Fan leisure frowned and said: “It’s no wonder that in the past, because of the greed of such a big scorpion, the palace named you to be removed.”

The knifeman looks awkward, and the right color says: "I can only live to this day if I am a loser."

Fan Xian did not say anything, but thought of something else, other people.

In the Battle of Dadongshan, more than 100 tigers were killed, and the Emperor’s armor used the sword in the hands of Si Gujian to cleanse Hu Wei ruthlessly and coldly. It also wiped Fan Jianzang’s biggest boost inside the royal family. It is precisely because of this. The attitude and mindfulness forced Fan Jian to withdraw from Kyoto in a dangerous place.

However, Fan Shangshu grew up with the Emperor of the Emperor since childhood. He has been operating in the DPRK for many years. He even secretly trained Hu Wei for the Li royal family for so long, and naturally left some hidden hands.

At this time, the black knife knife in front of Fan is one of them. The black knife knives, who used to be a genus of Hu Wei, only later became a subordinate of Fan Jian in the darkness, secretly doing things for Fan Fu, even including surveillance. The foot sticking out of the palace.

In the Kyoto rebellion, Fan was risking a big risk to start Qing Yutang, Fan Jian stared at him behind him, cleaning up the mess for him, and then shot. It is the secret power of Fan Fu, headed by a black knife. Until that day. Fan Xiancai really touched the father's final strength.

"You also know about Dadongshan on the land." Fan looked at the knifeman and asked: "How many tigers are still alive in this world?"

"There are twenty-one of the masters of Shangshu." The black knife screamed and said: "If the masters are dead, we are still useful."

In the past, Fan has only dealt with the seven tigers who are full of faces. For a time, I was really not used to the tone of the black knife. I said with a wry smile: "And don't mention this. Say back to the previous things. Suddenly I have to mention so much money, isn't the father worried that someone in the country will guess? What to?"

The black knives did not answer this question. Instead, like him, he whispered and asked: "The younger brothers seem to have a lot of courage recently. The text of the singer is coming. You are really ready to transfer money, even to the grandson. The family and the bear family reach out, isn’t it... you are not afraid of what the court is aware of?”

This statement is out. Fan Xian was caught in silence, and the black knife knitter did not continue to ask questions. In the past three years after the Kyoto rebellion, Fan has been secretly doing business in the intestines of the fish. Not seeking merit, but seeking seamlessness, progress is a bit too slow.

However, Fan has to do this, and his father, who is far away from Zhangzhou, seems to agree with his cautiousness - after all, the emperor is in office. No one dares to take risks to provoke anything. In case of venting, it can only be a scene of addiction.

It’s just that today, it seems that Fan and Fan Jian, the father and son, have begun to accelerate their pace. Fan’s heart is clear. The reason why the father speeded up was because he knew that his heart began to drift in that direction.

The next sentence of the black knives also confirmed Fan’s guess.

"If the young master wants to do something in the future, don't forget me." The black knife screamed and said: "I am also very interested in killing the palace."

Fan is slightly upset and said: "I am very interested in whether you intend to avenge your family, or do you want to revenge those colleagues who died on Dadongshan?"

"What is the difference?"

"There is really no difference. For you. For those tiger guards hidden in the dark, the Emperor has never seen you as an adult. You don't see him as a monarch. It is also a normal thing." Slightly hang down and whispered: "But the problem is. You said this in front of the official. Isn't it true that the officer really killed you? You should be very clear about the relationship between the Emperor and me."

The black knives calmly said: "I know more about the relationship between your monk and the book."

"It's very contradictory." Fan Xia sighed and said: "You are a group of powerful swordsmen, but you are a group of very dangerous people. Even I don't know if I can control you, so I I think you'd better stay with your father, including the dark tigers around you, all the same, don't try to get involved in my affairs."

There was a faint disappointment in the black knives' scorpion.

"Father can control you, and I have to hold everything in my own hands, so I can't use you." Fan leisure gradually gathered a smile, calmly said: "I have my own power, any of you Only one thing, be sure to keep your father safe. Just do this and let me have no worries. I may be able to reach you and your brothers."

The black knife knife was silent.

The silence lasted for a long time. Fan took a sip of cold tea next to him, shrank his legs in the subconscious, and sat on the chair with his knees. This posture was not so beautiful, but it made him feel a little safe.

This is the moment, he remembered the two emperors. Looking at the black knife knife in front of him, he remembered the Gundam, remembered the innocent people who bleed and sacrificed because of the emperor’s arbitrariness. He even remembered Chen Pingping, remembering that he had cut Qin Heng’s throat in front of the Kyoto Imperial Palace. Jingo.

Jing Ge did not see some days. Fan has a flash of light in his throat, thinking that Chen Pingping has done so many things in the dark, pulling a lot of people from the edge of death, and the father actually doing the same thing in the dark.

These two old comrades in the past did not pass the gas, but the methods chosen were all the same. They probably knew that only those who really felt the life and death had the courage to stand in this world and resist everything imposed on them. The pressure on the body. Only those who have survived the catastrophe of life and death can stand up bravely and even proudly and proudly under the glory of the imperial power.

This is probably the mental problem that Si Gujian said. It has nothing to do with the level of self-improvement. Only such people. Only to be able to do really big things. For example, in front of the black knife knife. For example, Jing Ge wearing a silver mask.

"You go back and say. I will solve the problem of silver land as soon as possible. But it is extremely difficult to change the paper from the bank to the nutrients needed for the fish." Fan looked at the black knife and said with great caution. "I am worried that I have a line of eyeballs in my palace, so I will come to Chenzhou this time. It will be a shadow of flattering. If the inner court or the criminal department and the court are aware of anything, they will only suspect this layer." So you have to be careful. Don't be stared."

"The problem is that the young master is coming to see you. You are also raising money for the fish." The black knife brows a rare brow. "What if the other party checks from here?"

"I am with you, like the shore of a cliff. Forever a single line of contact. Even if someone wants to check. At most, I can find it, and I can't check it anymore. As for the flow of money, the former part is on the account. Naturally. There is a father who stays in the old officials of the Jiangnan local households. As for the conversion of the latter part..." Fan Xian bowed slightly. It seems that this thing is somewhat difficult. Slowly said: "I can handle a part, then look at the side of Dongyi City, if you can have foreign goods, you should be able to speed up a lot."

"Then I will leave." Although the black knife knives felt that Fan Fan should have said nothing, but also knew that he must go. I said with a hand: "Just for three years, I have always had a very strange thing."

Fan Xian looked up at him. Smiled and said: "What is it?"

"Why do you want to call the fish?"

After a long silence, Fan Xian said: "The fish intestine is a sword. It is a sword called a special land man. It is a sword hidden in the belly of the fish. This sword may be hidden in the belly of the fish forever. I will never see the sky. But once I break out, I will certainly pierce someone’s chest."

"You are a fish intestine, Jingo was once a fish intestine, and the shadow around me is also a fish intestine." Fan Xian smiled and said: "Just you have all started to see the sky. Only my fish The intestines are still hidden."

Fan Xian spent a night in Zhangzhou, and discussed with Guan Yumei about the silver gathering. Xia Qifei was in Suzhou at this time. It can't be rushed anyway. He also had to pass through the mouth. Remind the owner of the new Ming family. This matter is very important. In the second day, Lingnan Xiongjia and Quanzhou Sunjia sent representatives to rush to Chenzhou. Fan Xian only looked at the darkness and confirmed the attitude that the two giants might hold. I put down my heart.

Xinming’s excuses for home use are indeed very real. Although there is no news in the north, Sun and Bear will never believe it. Xia Xifei will deceive himself in this matter, because there is no benefit to this deception.

Mutual loans between merchants. In fact, the key is to consider the ability of the other party to repay. In the eyes of Sun and Xiong, even the Northern Qi Dynasty court was because of Dongyi City. I began to vigorously crack down on the smuggling of the Ming family, but the Ming family is now a small fan, and there is a continuous supply of goods as a guarantee. It is always a golden nest. In any case, it is impossible to exist. The situation of money.

After confirming that the money can be received. Fan Xian also secretly let Guan Yumei inform Xia Xifei. Let him banquet Yang Jimei in the Huayuan, the first salt merchant in Jiangnan. I must have hidden a lot of money in the house. Xia Xifei borrowed money from him, and the difficulty is not expected to be too large.

If Yang Jimei can't raise it alone. He will naturally launch a salt merchant in the south of the Yangtze River to help. I have to say that Fan has been in the Jiangnan area for two or three years, and indeed has laid a solid foundation. As long as there is no apparent touch on the foundation of the court, he is fully capable of assembling the power of the Jiangnan shopping mall. This power is really awkward and can raise so much money in a short time. Not everyone can do it.

These things took a leisurely time all day. When he was in a hustle and bustle, he left the city of Zhangzhou and disappeared into the blood color. From this day, not only his subordinates in Jiangnan did not know that he went. Wherever, even the confidants of the Supervisory School and the Kai Nian Group completely lost his trace.

A young nine-skilled master who has been immersed in the hospital for a lifetime, deliberately disguised himself on the road, is fully capable of avoiding the gaze of everyone. In this way, Fan Xian disappeared.

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I don’t know how many days have passed. When the spring in the hinterland of the mainland has reached an endless height, a figure of a servant appears in a big mountain outside the junction of Beiqi and Dongyicheng.

This place is very remote, but the traffic is not so backward, because this is a transit point of the old commercial road many years ago, but it has been abandoned for a long time, it has already disappeared on the map, and it has disappeared from many people's hearts.

Looking out from the outside of the mountain, the place is quiet, occasionally dogs and **** screaming, there are farmers walking on the road, the night has gradually deepened, and the occasional farmer seems to need no lights at all, can see the foot Wet muddy ridges.

The figure quietly passed by these farmers and went to the mountains.

The road to the mountains seemed to be smashed, like a fish-eating around. The dusty figure walked into the mountains all the time. I don’t know how long it took, the clothes were exposed to dew, the shoes were cut off, and finally climbed halfway up the mountain. Originally, there was still a barren mountain village. When I turned around, I saw a little light. Manshan Manor, countless buildings with fresh taste, like miracles, appeared in the valley.

The figure dropped the bamboo stick in his hand and looked at the lights in the hills under his feet. I don’t know why, I felt so moved, so that my eyes were getting wet.

Because he knows that this piece is hidden behind the farm, the scene hidden in the peach blossom source, how much spiritual money he consumes, I do not know how many people are working hard for it.

It's like the farmer he had met in front of the mountain.

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