Chapter 9: The Great Split Coffin and Small Means

According to Fan Xian’s temperament, after the fight, he would naturally have to hurry back to his own home and find his own mom, but he never expected Fan Ruo Ruo to even glare at himself, as if his sister suspected that he had struck too hard. He could only shake his head with a bitter smile, watching as his sister took out a handkerchief to wipe the tip of Ye Ling’er’s bleeding nose.

“The tip of this Ye Ling’er’s little nose is quite pretty, only pitying that it looks like a runny nose little raggedy child at this time.”

“Ye Chong’s family name is also Ye, and old mom’s name is also Ye, back then, was it because of this reason, so they have been looking at each other unfavorably, now Ye Ling’er and I are also looking at each other unfavorably, it seems to be a legacy of the elders.”

In fact, Fan Xian is a very calm person, but at this time the scene is awkward, and it is inconvenient to go away, so he had to think of these things, to cover up his emotions.

After a long time, the crying Ye Ling’er finally calmed down a bit under Fan Ruo Ruo’s comfort, and then looked at Fan Xian’s eyes with more than a hint of awe in addition to hatred. After all, she was a woman of the Ye family, and since she was not as skilled as the others, she would not dwell on it, and even struggled to bow to Fan Xian, indicating that she had admitted defeat.

Seeing that the other party was open and honest, in this way, it was Fan Xian who was a bit embarrassed and coughed twice, casually asking, “What palm technique did you just use?”

“Great Splitting Coffin.” Ye Ling’er huffed and raised her face stubbornly and replied, “I admit defeat, but this is just me not learning my art well, it has nothing to do with my Ye family’s martial arts.”

It was only at this point that Fan Xian felt that this girl finally had a hint of loveliness, and said with a smile, “The Great Splitting Coffin has a good name, it seems to be a simplified version of the Flowing Cloud Dispersing Hands, and it’s not easy enough for a girl to have this kind of martial arts cultivation.”

This flower sedan chair is carried by all, there is a face that someone has lifted, the back also has to be lifted a little, so Ye Ling’er covered her nose that was oozing blood, grunted twice, and asked, “What stance did you use.”

Ye family are all martial arts obsessed, Ye Ling’er at this time is not anxious to retrieve the scene, but anxious to know the other side of this bizarre and hard to imagine means exactly what tricks. The Qing people were good at martial arts, but there had never been anyone like Fan Xian, who just relied on his own true qi, speed, and judgment, and attacked parts of the body that the enemy never cared about, relying on his understanding of human body structure, so as to win by accumulating a small amount of victories – this kind of maneuver Ye Ling’er had never seen before, it was true, but her uncle had seen it before! .

Fan Xian was stunned, thinking that his set of black fists didn’t seem to be much of a trick, and with a slight heartbeat, ”They’re all just small tricks. Miss Ye should quickly go and treat her injuries.”

These tactics were a mishmash of the killing techniques taught to him by Five Bamboo, the people-reading techniques taught to him by Fei Jie, and the insights gained from his first use of it when he stopped the bull from the street. Fan Xian had named this the Small Means, and it was indeed as good as the name implied.

Later, Fan Xian’s small means also made a name for himself in Kyoto, and became the title of some kind of mandatory martial arts book, which Fan Xian could not have imagined at this time, otherwise he would have taken a “Tanyu State Plum Breaking Hands”, “Sinan Six Yang Palms” and other flamboyant names.

Today, however, the small means is always better than the big split coffin.

In the capital, this kind of “martial arts sparring” is mostly carried out in the residence, but after all, it is not something new. So Fan Ye and the two houses did not let this be a problem, Ye Ling’er who admitted defeat left unhappily, but before leaving, she insisted on handing Fan Xian the machete at her waist, saying that it was the prize for admitting defeat in a martial arts match.

Sitting in the carriage, Fan Xian smiled bitterly as he played with the prize in his hand, thinking that if he fought with a little girl for no reason, he might even offend the Ye family. Fan Ruo Ruo seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said with a smile, “It won’t be a problem, the Ye family’s children are good at martial arts, and the whole world knows it, or else there wouldn’t have been a great master. Mr. Ye is a very upright person, and he won’t get angry because of this kind of small thing.”

Fan Xian sighed and said, “It’s not all because of this matter, I just think it’s quite ridiculous.”

Fan Ruo Ruo smiled and asked, “Earlier, brother’s refusal to duel with her was really surprising.”

“Surprise? Are you worried that people in Kyoto will think that I am cowardly? You also said earlier that she is only a seventh ranked expert, while I am a strange scholar who even killed an eighth ranked expert. Even if I don’t fight her, could it be that the people in Kyoto would still think that I’m afraid of her?” Fan Xian smiled and said, “Although it is true that swords are more powerful than words, if words alone are enough to humiliate and strike the other party, then why bother with swords and knives.”

After saying this, he suddenly slapped his thigh and said in chagrin, “Come on, we’ve already had a fight, there’s no point in saying this again.”

Fan Ruoruo puffed and laughed.

Fan Xian asked curiously, “Why does Miss Ye always look at me in a bad light?”

“Sister doesn’t know.” Fan Ruo Ruo thought for a moment and then answered, “She probably thought that it would be extremely sad for her sister-in-law to marry you, and then even though this problem didn’t exist, we lied to her once more, and it was like we borrowed her help in order for you to meet her sister-in-law, so she couldn’t get over it.”

Fan Xian laughed bitterly, “I knew that there are no secrets between the so-called handkerchief friends.”

“The key is Lord Fei’s student.” Fan Ruo Ruo continued to explain, “Brother used this name last time, and nowadays, it seems that many people know that our family is on good terms with Lord Chen of the Supervisory Academy, and it might be because this has slipped through the cracks.”

Fan Xian’s heart fluttered, thinking that he wouldn’t let others guess anything from this matter, would he? However, on second thought, how many years ago was the Ye family, and after being in Kyoto for several months, based on what he saw before his eyes, it seemed that the people of Kyoto had long since forgotten the events of that year.

Fan Ruoruo at this time handed a piece of paper to him, he took a close look, then kneaded into a small paper ball thrown out of the car window. On the paper were a few words written by Wan Er, the main purpose of coming to the Beifu today was to find his fiancée to discuss what he should mention when he was about to pay a visit to his old husband. Although Lin Wan’er did not live with the prime minister since she was a child, but after all, she was a father and daughter, always much clearer than herself as an outsider.

On the second day, the sky was slightly dark, with dark clouds approaching the city, slightly reducing the blaze of the sunlight, but making Kyoto feel more like a steamer.

Fan Xian wiped the sweat, squatting on the street edge of the sandwich bamboo road, carefully selecting the goods on the stalls. Clip bamboo road is the distribution center of Kyoto’s antiques and curiosities, and people who are interested in these things like to come to this street when the weather is good to look around. Fan Xian learned the style of connoisseurs, one foot on the shoulder of the road, one foot on the side of the stall kraft paper, fingers in the people stall messy, half an hour, but not a final result.

Stall owner some anxious, just look at him wearing really is a bit rich and noble people, so not good to talk more, only had to compensate with a smile: “This gentleman, you actually want to see some goods?”

“Snuff bottles.” Fan Xian is somewhat helpless to open, Wan Er said that the prime minister’s biggest hobby over the years is to play with snuff bottles, so he expects to find a good one today. Where did he expect that he would actually see all the flowers in his eyes, but he didn’t see anything that could meet his eyes.

“Well, you’ve found the right place.” The stall owner’s eyes lit up and said: “I here glazed blue and white, jadeite, amber, to which kind of which kind, especially jadeite good, great. You see this.” He picked up a small stand-up pot, pot color green and yellowish, “see? Huang Yang green, although the age can not be called long, but the quality of workmanship can not be said.”

“Is there an emerald green one?” Fan Xian thought that he had to pick the most expensive one.

The stall owner said with difficulty, “Emeralds are too precious, used for snuff bottles, that’s only in the palace. Although nowadays not very demanding this, but if you want to find an emerald snuff bottle on the Bamboo Road, that’s a little difficult.”

The stall owner was very nice and pointed Fan Xian to a large store on the street, saying that if he wanted to find an emerald snuff bottle, he could only go to that shop.

Fan Xian thanked, and put down a piece of broken silver to take a piece of broken porcelain, I do not know whether it is true or not, before getting up to leave. Wang Qinian watched from the sidelines, a smile floated up on his face, thinking that this adult treats the peddler’s generation with incomparable gentleness, and the key is to be as careful as a hair.

Into that big store, is a breeze on the face, fixed eyes, is a pull line screen fan is constantly shaking, Fan Xian marveled, is not in a hurry to ask the snuff bottle, first grabbed the shopkeeper to ask clearly this fan is who sells, a question to know, the original is last year out of the new goods, the shopkeeper and the merchant has some friendships, so put aside in the foyer as a living advertisement.

After asking the address of the merchant, Fan Xian began to ask about the snuff bottle. The shopkeeper looked Fan Xian up and down, confirmed the depth of the other’s purse from his clothes, and only then did he enter the back room to carefully bring out a box and place it on the table to open. The box was covered with crushed red brocade, a very soft material to hold snuff bottles of various materials to prevent them from breaking. The boss didn’t talk much either, asking very dryly, “Want the good ones, or the best.”

Fan Xian liked this feeling and smiled, “The best, of course.”

Hearing this, the boss actually put the box cover, in the waist fumbled for half a day, took out a light green jadeite small pot, the material color green and moist, without a trace of flocculation exists, is really the best material, inside the reverse depicted a sitting alone on the side of the cold river fishing weng, not only the mood of the superior, that the penmanship is more delicate and soft, the handiwork is extremely difficult to see the ghost work.

“Name a price.” Fan Xian took it and put it in his palm and played with it, feeling a warmth in his palm, his hand felt very good, a little itchy, a little slippery, a little moist.

“Two thousand taels of silver.” The boss was expressionless, seemed to be very tired of people coming to buy things, appeared a bit indifferent, but instead, it made Fan Xian interested, the goods were indeed good, the old store’s style was indeed just different.

He thought about it, he saved in Tanyuzhou silver plus his sister’s filial piety all gave his brother to open the bookstore, Tanyu Bookstore now business is great, but the backhand silver has not been put back on their own, so later through the Fuji Zijing in the public transfer of two thousand taels of silver, in addition to the four hundred taels of the flower boat on the flower drink with the use of the wine, and the recent seven use eight use, there are still more than 1,300 taels, so a frown and said: “Eight hundred taels.”