Chapter 82: Fan Xian also tailing

The battlefield under the tree has been quiet, the brocade guards with a carriage to bring a lot of Yuquan River water, a big bucket of pouring, those clear water rushed to the street, instantly will be the dust on the ground blood wash clean, leaving only those wet and clean slate.

All around there are jinyiwei in the guard, there are also related Yamen in all parts of the civil house in the pressure, so this piece of dingzhi alley around there is no movement, the courtyard behind the stone wall also began to be temporary material re-sealed up, in short, the town must be in a very short period of time, this area as far as possible to return to its original state.

Palace does not want to lift this matter at this time, after all, Tan Wu and other people died a magnificent death, want to frame Uesugi Tiger, some difficulty, and after all, also want to consider the attitude of the military, so temporarily ready to pressure for a period of time.

The morning birds chirping, the brocade guards raised their heads, looked at the sky without whitening, and thought to themselves that the birds are up early, could it be that they also know what is happening here?

Fan Xian, who had dived under the tree, wiped away a drop of cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, cursed those insomniac birds in his heart, carefully hid his figure in the pre-dawn darkness, and far away from the wounded team of the Brocade Guards, he disappeared in the direction of the north city.

There are no pedestrians on the long street, and there is no swish sound of street sweeping in his previous life, he leaps on those two-story neighboring buildings, I believe that there will not be anyone to find his trace.

The stretcher team left that small courtyard already far away, and entered a courtyard, just don’t know whether it was the Northern Zhenfu Si or the Thirteen Yamen. The wounded were set aside in several rooms waiting to be treated, and some of the doctors with blood on their bodies were busy going in and out.

Fan Xian went around to the back and waited behind a few bamboo baskets under the corner.

Not long afterward, a few muffled grunts came from a room off to the side, the sound extremely small, but it clearly reached his ears. A few breaths later, a man climbed down from the wall, his movements a bit slow, and after he landed on the ground, he also carefully organized his clothes and confirmed his waist tag before taking a step towards the west street.

Fan Xian looked at the man wearing the clothing of the Brocade Guards, although the hat was worn extremely tight, but there were still a few strands of white hair flying out, as he walked slowly, white hair slightly trembling, in the night wind bleak awesome.

Watching that person walk farther and farther away, Fan Xian’s eyes, which were exposed outside of his deep hat, showed a cold light. Noticing that the other man’s walking movements were a bit strange, he knew that the old comrade’s legs had not yet healed after being broken by himself.

He followed, and the two of them walked along the quiet long street to the west. Although there were still men guarding the intersections, Sean was dressed in the clothes of the Brocade Guards, and the killing and taking of cards in the side rooms had allowed him to break through several barriers without fear.

Fan Xian, on the other hand, was like a ghost disappearing into the darkness of the night, dotted from afar, breaking through several passes with ease to the extreme.

On the way, at a usual person’s house, Sean took a break.

At the back, on the roof of another usual person’s house, Fan Xian also took a break.

Then the two of them got up again, one after the other, and before the sky became bright, they drilled out of the big net weaved by the brocade guards and arrived at the west city gate.

After the gate was opened, the vegetable farmers who had been guarding the gate for half an hour each handed in the documents of passage that had been prepared by the Rizhengs and swarmed into the city. Sean also took advantage of this chaos and mixed out of the high city gates. After a while, the old man who had survived the disaster had already traveled with difficulty to the foot of Yan Mountain, west of Shangjing, beside the chaotic forest.

Fan Xian was far behind, those extremely sharp eyes staring at the old comrade’s advance. After a while, Sean came out from that end of the mountain forest, already wearing a tattered shirt, with the black stove ash that the old man of the village people’s household would often stain on the corners, and on his back he had picked up so much dry firewood from somewhere, and carried it on his back like a small mountain.

At this time the sun had already risen from the east, shining in the quiet mountains and forests, in a moment dispersed the mist, the air is clear.

Anyone who saw the old man would think that he was a hard-working morning farmer gathering firewood, and would not associate him with the big head of the secret spies who had shaken the heavens twenty years ago.

Fan Xian stood quietly in the tree, coldly watching Sean’s rickety body slowly move forward, but a trace of coldness welled up in his heart. Sean was old after all, not only was his body not as good as it used to be, even his mind was a bit slow. Who would choose to come out to collect firewood at this time of the morning when the dew is heavy? The real old farmers who gathered firewood would only go into the mountains at twilight.

It was quiet outside the city, and it was quiet inside the city.

The secret spy from the Brocade Guard reported back, “It’s quiet over at the Southern Qing Mission, and it’s said that Lord Lin Wen arranged for two kabuki to accompany Envoy Fan Zheng yesterday, and he didn’t get much sleep all night.”

“You confirm that Fan Xian is at the mission?” Shen Chong had already taken off his official clothes at this time and changed into that rich man’s clothes, holding a piece of donkey meat roast in his right hand and sending it to his mouth, chewing it full of oil.

“Yes, my lord.” The scout respectfully reported back, “A brother who knows what Fan Xian looks like has been staring outside the courtyard.”

Shen Chong was slightly stunned, threw the oil-drenched donkey meat roast on the table, his eyes were a bit sunken in, looking particularly spiritless, after tossing and turning all night yesterday, no one is an iron body. Suddenly he laughed and said, “Where is that a Lord who is willing to be honest, is Taoist He already gone?”

“Yes.” The scout suddenly said in high spirits, “Lord Wolf Peach has also gone.”

Shen Chong slowly closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking about, and after a long time said softly to himself, “Since these southern barbarians want us to think that Fan Xian is still in the legation, if they kill Fan Xian at this time, won’t they themselves suffer a boring loss?”

He opened his eyes, his eyes as ruthless and merciless as an eagle’s, and said, “The southern barbarians have learned to calculate people these past ten years or so, and I’m just afraid that they’ll be smart enough to get away with it.”

After staring all night, Fan Xian felt a bit tired as well, but he had an abundance of Overbearing True Qi in his body, so he could still barely support himself. Looking at the old man on the forest path in the distance, who was even having some difficulty walking, he couldn’t help but feel some admiration, all seventy to eighty years old, having suffered from decades of tossing and turning, he actually still played the jailbreak trick so thoroughly, and he didn’t know where this old guy was getting the mental strength to support it.

Fan Xian did not move, because he always felt that some unknown danger was waiting for him, and Sean’s exit from the city also seemed to go a little too smoothly. Suddenly his mind moved, thinking of a certain pile of possibilities, he narrowed his eyes slightly, slid down the tree, retreated back in the opposite direction, and abruptly disappeared, not knowing where he had gone.

The sun moved inch by inch to the west, Sean moved inch by inch to the west, the west is the western sky, may be death, may be the pure land.

While the mission and Xinyang side naturally did not report all their plans to Uesugi Tiger, Sean had other plans. The mountain road goes up and up again, and at the end of the road, there is a shallow grassy hillock on the edge of the cliff, and to the left is a rocky road that passes through the horse yard of the Shangjing barracks, where Uesugi Tiger and Sean agreed on the place of picking up.

The pale red divine aura in the pupils of Sean’s eyes had dimmed a lot, he slightly side-shouldered himself, letting the mountain of slightly wet firewood branches on him dump on the ground, patted his buttocks, and sat down. Since there was no one to meet him, the plan must have been detected by the court of Qi, and it didn’t take much thought to realize that someone must be waiting for him here.

Just like that time when he drifted off in the meadow by the Misty River, Sean was once again feeling tired, and he didn’t want to go any further.

“Come on out.”

His slightly dry lips opened and closed as he spat out a few words.

As the words fell, the shallow grass trembled slightly, and a swordsman wearing a piece of black clothing slowly walked from the end of the mountain path. This swordsman’s forehead was extremely high, his face was extremely white, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly vicissitudes of life, his age was around forty years old, his right hand was held extremely steadily on the hilt of his sword by his waist, the bone knuckles protruding out between his fingers, and his entire person was like a cold sword.

“Daoist He?” Sean’s eyes narrowed slightly, and two cold lights shot out.

This swordsman was He Daoren, one of Northern Qi’s countless ninth-ranked experts, and the eighth-ranked Cheng Jushu that Fan Xian had dissected and killed on the streets of Oxford Street a year and a half ago was none other than his disciple.

He Daoren’s face was pale and he was dressed in black, which was as incompatible as snowy charcoal under the reflection, he held the hilt of his sword extremely respectfully and lifted it up upside down, arching his bow with both fists and saying, “Latecomer has met Mr. Xiao.”

In Beiqi, other than Bitter Lotus, all those who saw Xiao En could only hold the salute of a junior.

“I can’t imagine that the young swordsman back then has now become the most powerful swordsman of the Brocade Guard.” Sean coughed twice, still sitting on the ground, and lightly pounded his knees.

“Many years have passed.” Daoist He looked at Sean, a sincere respect on his face, “I’m not a dog of the Brocade Guards, I’m a disciple of the Empress Dowager, and I’m here today to ask Mr. Sean to rest in peace.”

Xiao En said softly, “You must know that this world, after all, is His Majesty’s.”

Daoist He knew what this old man meant by that, the emperor did not want to kill Sean, and his own persistence in standing up to the Empress Dowager would undoubtedly offend that young emperor. He smiled slightly and looked around, “I had thought that I would have seen that young handsome man from the Southern Dynasty surnamed Fan today.”

Sean coughed twice more and said, “I can’t imagine that the old man, who has been rampant for a lifetime, is just a fish bait before he dies.”

“Boss man need not be sad, since the surname Fan knew the opportunity and retreated, count him lucky.”

Shining sound, He Taoist unsheathed his sword, the whole person like a flying bird swept in, wrist elbow bend shoulder into a straight line, straight stabbing Sean’s heart!