Chapter 89 – Closed Eyes From Now On

In the silent night of the valley, no weeds could be seen as far as the eye could see, but a night sky that was thicker than ink could be seen, straddling between two walls. Fan Xian said softly as he straightened his clothes and tied up his shattered and opened left leg pants:

“That little fairy’s surname is Ye, and her name is Ye Qingmei.”

“Ye Qingmei?” Sean was shocked beyond belief, “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 abruptly rose to prominence in the world, Xiao En was still the head of the Northern Wei’s secret agents, so it was no surprise to Fan Xian that he was able to detect the name of the Ye family’s mistress, and he smiled and said, “Other than the fairy you spoke of, who else was able to allow the Ye family to change the pattern of the entire world in just a few years?”

“I see, I see!” Sean coughed once more, “No wonder Qing Guo was able to rise so violently, so there is the shadow of the temple behind it.”

“Wrong.” Fan Xian said, “You’re already the one who’s going to die, so let me tell you, Ye Qingmei, the little fairy you’re talking about, isn’t an immortal in the temple, she …… is just an ordinary person just like us.”

Sean hadn’t yet awakened from his earlier shock, and didn’t believe what Fan Xian said at all, instead immersing himself in the last question before he died, “Why …… does the little fairy want to catch me and take me to the Kingdom of Qing? ”

As the head of the Northern Wei’s secret spies back then, he was naturally clear about the relationship between the Ye family and the Qing State Supervisory Court.

Fan Xian said, “Qing Guo had to kill you back then.” He paused and then said, “It must be admitted that you, back then, were still a very terrifying figure …… and the reason why Ye Qingmei sent Chen Pingping to catch you instead of killing you, I think it is to bear the love of that time back then, after all, it seems that because you broke into the temple, she came to this world. ”

“Then you …… exactly …… cough …… who are you?” In the darkness of the night, Sean’s eyes looked straight at Fan Xian, like two sharp arrows.

The old comrade who was about to die still possessed such sharp eyes, and Fan Xian was slightly stunned in his heart, and said after a soft laugh, “Me?”

After a moment of silence, he spoke:

“I am Ye Qingmei’s son.”

Ye Qingmei’s son …… Fan Xian how much he wanted to be able to say it out loud to all the people in this familiar yet unfamiliar, affectionate yet out of place world, nay at the moment there was no such possibility. At this time, the night was getting heavier, and the pre-dawn darkness had arrived, and in a cave where there were only two people, Fan Xian said it in this light and quiet manner.

I am Ye Qingmei’s son.

For some reason, as soon as these words were uttered, Fan Xian felt much more relaxed, and the heart that had carried too much pressure, then in this instant broke free from the many branches and vines that were pressing on it, and at least gained temporary relaxation, gently embracing with the flavor of freedom in the night breeze.

The light of day was dawning.

There weren’t too many memories, but Sean spoke extremely slowly, and after a day and a half, Fan Xian finally reached the most important purpose of this trip north, and he looked at Sean and said softly, “Is there anything you need to confide in me?”

Sean just looked at him with a strange look on his face, and only after a long time did he gasp and say, “Are you …… her son?”

Fan Xian nodded and smiled, “I’m not in the habit of indiscriminately recognizing my mother.”

Sean coughed violently twice, shaking out the last few drops of blood in his heart chakra, and seemed to cry and laugh, “No wonder you know so many things, no wonder you’re so interested in where the temple is ……” The dying old man finally saw the whole thing somewhat clearly , gasping for breath, “It seems that this cave shouldn’t be able to trap you.”

“I’m not in the habit of plunging myself into death either.” Fan Xian had prepared everything and approached Sean.

Sean suddenly stared him dead in the eyes and said, “If you want to live well, don’t go to the temple.”

Fan Xian was full of calm and didn’t answer him.

Sean didn’t look at him again either, only casting his gaze into the middle of the overwhelming yellow valley behind Fan Xian, his brows slightly furrowed as if he was thinking about something, and after a moment, the old man gasped softly and said, “I used to always think that I was a ruthless person who wasn’t afraid of death, but was just looking for freedom, and now that death is close at hand, I’ve come to realize 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 looked at the dying Sean, slowly loosened his right hand, and said softly, “But …… death may not be the end, maybe you’ll go to another completely strange world.”

This was his greatest secret, his greatest emotion.

Sean’s gaze fell in the distance, his scarlet pupils gradually softening, “Are you really the son of the little fairy …… no, Ye Qingmei?” Not waiting for Fan Xian to answer, Xiao En continued blandly, “But you don’t even resemble her.”

Fan Xian said, “You’ve 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 sideways and said, “There really aren’t many women in this world who are prettier than me.”

“The eyes are different.”

“Different how?”

Sean glanced at him, said with a slight hint of indifference, “I now realize that above that snowy wasteland, the little fairy looked at the white earth, her gaze was still soft and compassionate …… I have never known how to describe it, and at this time I seem to feel that darkness coming, only to understand that all the emotions in her gaze were only expressing one thing.”

“What thing?” Fan Xian’s heart skipped two beats.

“Attachment and love of life.” Sean smiled and said, “Although there’s often a clear smile in your eyes, that’s not the same …… Your mother should be an extremely sentient person, and you’re an extremely heartless person at heart.”

Fan Xian smiled and said, “I won’t deny that.”

“I’ve killed a lot of people in my life, so I’ve never had the luxury of a good end.” Sean no longer continued on this topic, but just looked out at the light of the foggy sky and said, “To be able to die in this cave, as you said, a good grave is not bad.”

Fan Xian half squatted beside him, his left hand resting on the old man’s shoulder, realizing that his muscles had gradually softened.

The light of the sky outside the wall was still dim, but through the fog that filled the valley, it revealed a holy light, which softly reflected on Sean’s withered old face, causing a feeling of relief to arise without reason for this leader of the secret agents, whose hands were stained with countless amounts of blood, and who had spent the latter half of his life alone and miserable.

“I don’t think Tanyuu has those two date palms, right?”

These were the last words Sean asked in this world.

Fan Xian removed the last needle from under the old man’s ear and confirmed his death a moment later. Slightly inclining his head, he looked at Sean’s corpse and suddenly said softly, “Although there are no two jujube trees in Tanyu, there …… might really be a better world waiting for you after you die.”

Sean’s eyes had softly closed, the scarlet color in those pupils, no longer able to look at this strange world.

Fan Xian exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and laid Sean’s body flat in the deepest part of the shallow cave, as for whether or not there were any mountain eagles to peck at it, it seemed that he did not consider it, and so he appeared to be somewhat cold and indifferent.

He stepped out of the cave and reached out into the air beyond the wall to fish for it, the white mountain mist swam with his fingers, and what he reached out to grab was just an empty space.

The brocade guards should still be searching for the bodies or traces of the old and young duo at the bottom of the valley and at the various outlets. The walls of this Yan Mountain were as smooth as mirrors, and not a single person would have thought that someone could jump off a cliff and yet be able to stand firmly, and even less would have thought that someone would be able to climb upward along these smooth, wet mountain walls.

Fan Xian’s entire body was like a piece of paper clinging to the mountain wall, and behind him was a thick morning mountain fog that effectively covered his form, so that even if someone was on the opposite side of the mountain wall, they would not be able to discover that someone was slowly crawling upward like a gecko.

When he was in Tanyu, from the age of twelve to sixteen, he had spent four years on the out-of-body manipulation of his own true qi, which was an extremely stupid way of practicing, but the Five Bamboos didn’t care about him, and he practiced on his own, not realizing that it would actually help him so much later on in Fan Xian’s life.

Crawling like a gecko, clinging like a snake, he carefully moved upwards and upwards and upwards again, his face expressionless, the effects of the Ephedra Pill had long since faded away, his true qi was a bit weak, so he didn’t dare to be careless.

Asakusa slightly moved, a hand climbed the stone next to the wall, a person caged in black night clothes climbed out of the valley like a ghost.

The hat covered Fan Xian’s cheeks, and as he looked back, he only saw that the valley was eerily quiet, as if nothing had happened. A few moments later, his heart stirred, and his sight looked across the heavy morning fog to the mountains and forests over there, but he could not see anything.

However, he always felt that there seemed to be someone over there looking at him, and that person’s gaze was like substance staring at him.

Fan Xian slightly bowed his head, turned around, did not think, also not as good as thinking, like a black arrow into the thick fog, running in the direction of the capital.

Outside the capital’s mission compound, Gao Da held his long sword in his hand, his eyes as round as a tiger’s as he looked at those people in front of the compound. The young master hadn’t left the house for a day and a night, and all visits from Northern Qi officials had been turned away, but early this morning, some men from the Brocade Guards had come to pass on a decree from the palace, saying that the young emperor, His Majesty, wanted to summon Fan Xian into the palace for a leisurely chat.

Not many people knew that Fan Xian was not among the envoys. Shen Chong, the Commander of the Brocade Guards, hoped that Fan Xian was not in the legation, but after a night of great searching, Fan Xian’s body was not even found, so the Northern Qi side finally became suspicious, and so they were very eager to confirm where exactly Fan Xian was.

Who knew that the Southern Qing people were so brutal and unreasonable, and under the pretext that Ambassador Fan Zheng was very drunk, they rigidly prevented the Northern Qi officials from entering the mission. The conflict was about to erupt, and at that moment, a rustling sound came from the street.

It was not sweeping the street, it was the sound of footsteps, and the Beiqi people were overjoyed.