Chapter 48 – Gun Practice

I don’t know how long it took, but Fan Xian rose from the snow, his movements appearing slow, and it seemed that he had not yet gotten over his earlier emotions. The burning stick was very well protected, and it had taken himself many days to put the three parts back together, realizing that the individual parts were all very good, even the optical sights were perfect. It was only then that Fan Xian felt how foolish he had been to kick the box twice.

He was military illiterate, so just familiarizing himself with this weapon in his hands took many days, and only after really training did he realize that there was always a big gap between the ideal and the reality, and when you realized that the sunlight shone into your dreams, only then did you suddenly realize that the dreams turned out to be false.

How to measure the distance, how to aim, how to ensure smooth operation, are not the knowledge that people in this world can know, Fan Xian also has no teacher, he can only slowly figure out by himself, and the farther the aiming distance, the less likely to hit the target. As for calculating the effect of wind differences and measuring distance, this was even more of a difficult problem.

Luckily, he had many qualities that made up for these shortcomings. First of all, he was very calm, with a kind of coolness similar to that of the five bamboo; secondly, he was very stable, and the nameless and domineering true qi kept his body in a very balanced state; most importantly, he was very patient, very patient as a hunter, which was thanks to the encounter in his previous life and the “nap” in his later life, and as long as his body energy could keep up, Fan Xian believed that he could hit the target. As long as the energy in his body could keep up, Fan Xian believed that he could lurk in one place for a whole day without moving.

After getting up from the snow, he felt that his body was a bit frozen, so he slowly stimulated the true qi in his body to ease his slightly numb limbs, then looked at Five Bamboos standing like a flagpole beside him and shook his head, “If the opponent is Yan Xiaoyi, I can’t guarantee that I won’t be killed by him with an arrow before I hit him.”

Five Bamboo said indifferently, “You don’t have to use this.”

Fan Xian didn’t quite understand what he meant, holding the sniper rifle trapped in the snow, frowning, “Actually, I know that my own strength is between the upper eighth rank and the lower ninth rank, and Uncle has been hiding it from me in the past because he didn’t want me to be too big for my britches. But in the future, if I have to deal with those experts on the ninth rank, it will always be better to have some weapons in my hands that others don’t know about.”

Five Bamboo said, “In my opinion, you’re still only at the level of the seventh rank.”

Fan Xian smiled to himself and said, “Then I can still kill Cheng Jushu, and I can still slap against Gong Dian.”

Five Bamboo said woodenly, “Gong Dian has an eighth rank, Cheng Jushu only has a seventh rank at best, and perhaps …… the martial arts cultivation of the entire world has declined in the past ten years or so in my Tanyu State.”

Fan Xian frowned and slapped the snow under his buttocks. Although he didn’t say anything, listening to these words, he couldn’t help but feel something strange. As for where the strangeness was, there was no way to explain it to himself for a while, and shaking his head, he said, “I need to make myself strong, or else I won’t be able to protect the people around me, Wan’er as well as the royal family and the Rapunzel. Ruoruo? Don’t forget that she is actually a poor child without a mother as well.”

Five Bamboo was silent.

Fan Xian smiled slightly, at this time the moon reflected the snowy mountains, the night was slightly clear and bright, illuminating his face that looked more and more beautiful and dustless. He watched as a few snow seeds fell onto the black cloth covering Five Bamboo’s eyes, and somehow his heart stirred, making a move that he hadn’t dared to do since he was a child.

He stepped forward, carefully reaching out, trying to pick off the snowflakes from the black cloth on Uncle Wuzhu’s eyes, his movements were gentle.

Five Bamboo took a step back, and the timing and measurements taken in this step back were nothing short of exquisite, causing Fan Xian’s right hand to remain somewhat awkwardly in the air, about half a foot away from Five Bamboo’s face.

“Go back.” Five Bamboo took the sniper rifle from him and turned to disappear into the darkness.

Fan Xian looked at the place where he disappeared, a faint sadness welled up in his heart, such an overwhelmingly powerful person who had lost his memory and only possessed a very few bits of his past, what would his future look like?

In the mountains, Fan Xian was extremely disciplined in waking up early in the morning every day, practicing martial arts, and taking some time out in the evening to go and learn the skills of a dark night walker with Uncle Wuzhu in this mountain, and most of the days were spent with Lin Wan’er and her younger sister, watching the girls in the manor gather together in one place to fight in poems, paintings, songs, and cards, and the days swung by like this, one day at a time.

In the middle of the Ye Ling’er and Roujia county princess also came to live for a period of time, a few noble family’s young lady can’t help but open a small poetry meeting, Roujia girl also seems to get rid of from the heartbreak of Fan Xian’s wedding, just flickering that pair of soft like water is not like twelve’s eyes, begging Fan’s brother to write a few poems to listen to, Fan Xian which can be on this kind of when, on the pretext of the mountains to fight the tigress escaped.

Near the end of the year, it is not easy to get rid of the tribal school troubled Fan Si withdrew bobbing on the carriage on the Cangshan Mountain, cheerfully pulling more than a month no see sister-in-law to play mahjong, in his view, above the card table to find Lin Wan Er, like a great swordsman to find a can be with their own enemy masters, as the so-called, life is as lonely as the snow ah … … …

Of course, Fan Xian siblings gathered in the manor, as the young master, he will not forget his wife’s elder brother, long ago sent the healed Tou Zi Jing to pick up Dabao, along the way there is a Wang Qinian group secretly escorted, should not be any problem.

That day after lunch, Fan Xian let his subordinates set up a carriage, and Lin Wan’er went down ten miles to the bottom of the mountain to meet Dabao. It wasn’t long before they saw the caravan arrive. When the caravan stopped, Tou Zi Jing hurriedly went up to greet Fan Xian and the County Lord’s Young Grandmother, and Lin Wan Er knew that this man was Fan Xian’s first close friend after he entered the capital, so she also responded quite gently, only that a heart had drifted to the carriage long ago.

“Little Idle Idle.”

Needless to say, as soon as she heard this address, she knew that Dabao had gotten off the carriage. Fan Xian let out a bitter smile, clasped his fists and saluted, then went up to welcome his great-uncle, who hadn’t seen him in months and was still bloated. Dabao looked at the surrounding mountain scenery with some curiosity, and opened his mouth wide with a giggle, “The snow in the capital can be much smaller.”

Cangshan Mountain is snowy and a lot of it has accumulated in the road. Lin Wan’er looked at the snow flakes on her brother’s hair, painfully walked forward, wiped it down for him, put her own prepared fox skin cloak on him, and complained, “Father is also right, knowing that it’s cold on Cangshan Mountain, he didn’t know to prepare a few more pieces.”

Fan Xian smiled slightly, thinking that Lord Chancellor was a man after all, and there weren’t many women in the Lin residence today, so even if he loved Dabao even more, he couldn’t possibly do everything. He then turned his head and asked Fuji Zijing, “Nothing happened on the way, right?”

“No.” Fuji Zijing calmly responded, “It’s just that at the intersection before entering the mountain, and another family came to winter the carriage robbed the road, the other side to see that we are sitting in the carriage of the phase house, let it go.”

Cangshan Mountain to enjoy the snowy scenery and avoid the summer, this is the favorite thing to do for the nobles in Kyoto, and the place where they enter the mountain, there are still some local soldiers guarding the place. This is just a small thing, Fan Xian did not put it in his heart, slightly pleasantries, then ready to go up the mountain.

Unexpectedly at this time, he heard a rush of hoofbeats coming from the rear. Not long afterward, a group of carriages drove up aggressively, and this was exactly where the fork in the road was, so it suddenly seemed very crowded, making it difficult to go up the road again.

“That’s them.” Fuji Zijing said with some difficulty, “Young master, I didn’t say so because I didn’t want you to get angry.”

The household servants in that carriage had already started cursing when they saw the blockage. Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked over, only to realize that it was the carriage of the family of Guo Youzhi, the Minister of Ceremony, and couldn’t help but smile slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

They didn’t have any reaction on this side, but that side saw and understood that it turned out to be the carriage of the Xiangfu family that had robbed the road once at the bottom of the mountain, and the Guo family didn’t dare to fight with the Xiangfu family for the road any more, so their anger subsided a lot at once.

“Xiangfu’s car, can’t always stop at the intersection not to let people go ah, we have already let once, you can’t be faster?” A voice that was somewhat familiar to Fan Xian came out from the Guo family’s carriage.

Immediately afterward, a gorgeous young man got down from the carriage and pointed at Fuji Zijing and his party, scolding, “Why don’t you hurry up and get out of the way? Minister Lin is still in the capital, and you people don’t know what you’re doing in Cangshan.”

“Brother Guo?” Fan Xian was overjoyed, arching his hand towards that side in greeting.

Guo Baokun heard someone call out to him, and also seemed extraordinarily cordial, thought he had bumped into an acquaintance, turned around with a smile on his face, and unexpectedly took a look, but it was Fan Xian, the black boxer, and the smile on his face froze, and for a moment he couldn’t put it down, appearing embarrassed beyond measure. The smile on his face froze, and he couldn’t let go of it for a moment, looking embarrassed. His eyes were even more tense, but there was also fear in his eyes. This is Fan Xian ……

Once at the Poetry Festival, once at the Kyoto Prefectural Office, and once at the temple, he had offended the other party, but now the other party was making a name for himself in the capital, and if he wanted to harm the other party once, the other party would rise up a notch because of it. And now the other party has been married to the girl, the wedding ceremony of the scene so that Guo Baokun know, he is considered to have fallen eight lifetimes of bad luck, just begged not to run into each other in the future, how do I know this day will be so coincidental!

Fan Xian looked at his appearance and tsked in his heart, thinking that this person is also considered to be so unlucky to the extent that people and gods are saddened by him, how did he bump into himself again?

As he watched the Guo Mansion carriage gallop down the hill like a dozen rabbits, Fan Xian rubbed his wrist. Lin Wan’er walked over and whispered, ”What are you doing driving someone down the mountain for no reason? Although he is only an official compiler, after all, he is a close minister of the crown prince’s brother, and will always be in the cabinet one day in the future. What’s more, this Cangshan is not Fan …… our family, if let others know, shall not say we are too overbearing.”

“I didn’t drive him off the mountain.” Hearing his wife’s quick turn of phrase, a wry smile surfaced on Fan Xian’s clear and beautiful face, “I just said I’d go find him in the middle of the night to have some tea, and who knew he’d run away.”

Lin Wan’er couldn’t help but laugh as she heard him speak so gently, “You, who in Kyoto doesn’t know that you are a black boxer, this going to him in the middle of the night, Guo Baokun has a ghost in his heart and naturally wants to run away, he’s now a lesser name than you, and his fist isn’t as big as yours, so what can he do but run?”

Fan Xian laughed: “I also sympathize with him.”