Chapter 101: Laughing at Heroes Not Waiting (III)

A few days ago, the last of the summer heat still remained on this continent, and the first autumn rain had not yet had time to fall. Only in the morning and twilight, the winds under the dimming sun had some crisp autumn flavor, and wove and blew between the hills, wild forests, and fields and ridges.

The autumn winds were making people sad, but at that time, Fan Xian didn’t have too much sadness, he was sitting in the long black caravan, with the ups and downs of the carriage and brewing sleep, which was a fake sleep, he just closed his eyes, let go of his mind and let the two completely different nature of the true qi in his body, in the up and down of the two circumferential cycle of the secret warmth of the flow.

The natural true qi dharma of the Heavenly Dao was transported in the last heaven, gentle and pure, and had already obtained the key idea, while his real reliance, that powerful overbearing true qi, traveled in all parts of his body, toughening his body and hammering his mind.

The content of the pamphlet that the Four Gu Swords gave him when he was dying was also firmly memorized in Fan Xian’s mind, and as he continued to refine his own cultivation while returning to the capital, he also tried to continue to let go of his mind and soul to perceive the possible, possibly unnecessary fluctuations of the yuan qi in the void around him as the pamphlet had stated in its subtleties. Maybe it was the tiredness of the journey, maybe it was the fact that the shores of the East China Sea were already filled with too much heaven and earth aura, so along the way, Fan Xian didn’t make too much progress, but the speed of mobilizing his mind to be sensitive to the outside world was much faster.

He meditated every day and practiced hard, which was probably the real reason why Fan Xian was able to have the strength and status he had today, right? A gust of wind blew into the curtains of the carriage, causing him to squint slightly, and for some reason his heart trembled a little, feeling a chill, as if he felt that there was something under the heavens, something destined to affect him that was about to happen.

What could it be? He squinted his eyes and looked out at the dusky mountains and fields outside, slowly sinking and dispersing the true qi embodied within his body, gathering his mind back from the surroundings. Things in Dongyi City were basically settled, his father had left the ten villages and gone back to Tanyu, Kyoto was calm, Chen Pingping, that old cripple, should also have embarked on a journey back to her hometown, everything was following the beautiful path that Fan Xian had hoped for, but why did he have that ominous feeling?

After leaving Dongyi City, the only thing that made Fan Xian feel a little strange was the sniping along the road by the righteous troops of these vassal states in Dongyi City. Although these hot-blooded relics came to assassinate the powerful minister of Qing, the defense force around Fan Xian was too strong, together with the great prince who also sent out a team of 1,000 men to act as an escort, and the attacks for several days in a row only made the righteous troops disheveled and dispersed after dropping their corpses and throwing down their hot blood.

What made Fan Xian wary was that his own route out of Dongyi City and back to the capital was very secretive, and even if someone had found out in Dongyi City, it would have required an extremely powerful intelligence system to back it up in order to lay down these sniping formations along the road.

His mind moved, and he came up with an extremely cold judgment that someone within the Supervisory Yuan was circulating information to these righteous troops of the Eastern Barbarians’ vassal states! And this matter was started right after he drew up the date of his departure from Dongyi City.

It seems …… that there are some forces in Kyoto that want to stop themselves from returning to the capital, and more accurately, those forces want nothing more than to delay Fan Xian’s return to the capital. What would happen in Kyoto? What was it that had to do with himself, and the other party was determined not to allow himself to rush back to Kyoto before it was over? Fan Xian’s eyes went cold, and so did his body, subconsciously tightening the thin cloak over his body.

There were only two people who could cause problems within the Supervisory Yuan, one being His Majesty the Emperor and the other being Chen Pingping. He wanted to delay his return to the capital, and the only people who could do this were these two people. Without asking, what happened in Kyoto must have something to do with the Emperor’s son and Chen Pingping.

Fan Xian withdrew his gaze from the scenery outside the car window, and after only a moment of silence, he made up his mind prompted by intense worry, and instructed Mu Feng’er on the horse beside the car, “Change formation, open up the road in the shape of a vanguard, don’t delay with those people along the way, and use the fastest possible speed to rush back to Yanjing.”

Mu Feng’er’s heart was startled, secretly thinking that if he were to forcefully charge all the way back to the realm, he was afraid that he would have to kill many more people, and the disadvantage of speed would be damage. He glanced at Lord Xiao Fan, knowing that his lordship must have smelled something weird, which was why he was in a hurry to rush back to Kyoto, and not daring to inquire, he hurriedly issued an order to the long procession of returning to the capital, to move forward at full speed.

Horses’ hooves sound like thunder, the sound of the car like iron, so in the Dongyi city to the Qing country’s avenue Mercedes-Benz up.

However, after traveling for only half an hour, the entire procession suddenly slowed down, and warning arrows rang out ahead. In these days, the team escorting Lord Fan was already accustomed to the ubiquitous sneak attacks and ambushes, so it wasn’t much of a shock, however, today, this warning arrow was a bit strange, it only sounded once and then stopped, followed by shouting from the front of the caravan to the back, “Safety!”

The voice of the Supervisory Board shouting for safety is extremely short and fast, because they are afraid that their colleagues in the back will mistakenly injure the person who came to deliver the message …… The person who delivered the message was too fast, so fast that the entire convoy’s defense force could not react in time except for a glance at the waist plate.

“Clear!” When the last voice rang out beside Fan Xian’s black carriage, a light gray figure also darted diagonally to the side of the carriage like a bolt of lightning.The convoy stretched extremely long, and this person’s light stance was even about the same speed as that of the Inspectorate’s ministry’s messenger, which was truly mind-boggling.

Mu Feng’er, as the head of the personal guards of the Qi Nian group who was currently by Fan Xian’s side, held the hilt of his sword vigilantly as he looked at the dusty and haggard official of the Procuratorate who had just landed beside the carriage. This official’s face looked unfamiliar, so Mu Feng’er didn’t dare to be careless, however, when he saw the waist plate that the official had been holding high with his right hand, his heart shook and he didn’t stop this person’s movement to get on the carriage.

The official of the Supervisory Yuan, whose clothes had been tattered to the point of being unrecognizable, drilled into the carriage where Fan Xian was and directly knelt down, saying in a hoarse voice, “President Chen has returned to the capital, his life or death unknown!”

When this official’s figure, like lightning and a light wind, appeared beside the carriage, Fan Xian’s eyes lit up, growing brighter and brighter as he saw who the official with such a swift stance was, and that the other party was the one he had been pining for for several years now, his closest subordinate from years past.

“Old Wang Tou ……” Watching this official enter the carriage, the bright color in Fan Xian’s eyes gradually filled up and turned into a joyful color as he laughed out loud, and then his laughter came to an abrupt end as he heard the words that Wang Qinian had uttered.

The bright color of joy in Fan Xian’s eyes swiftly condensed and turned into a mass of burning ice, terribly cold and terribly hot, and asked directly, “Back from where, when?”

Wang Qinian’s chest rose and fell sharply, one of the two wings of the Supervisory Academy, he had come diagonally towards the northeast from not far outside of Dazhou, not resting for a long time, relying entirely on the breath of his heart to support his extremely tired body, and at this time, when he had finally met Fan Xian, he was about to be unable to support himself any longer, but he knew that the question Fan Xian asked at this time involved when the old dean would be able to arrive in Kyoto, and how much more Fan Xian had time, so he spoke the answer very directly.

Fan Xian sat silently in his chair, closed his eyes, then opened them, already figuring out in his head the approximate date that Chen Pingping would be escorted back to Kyoto, as well as the amount of time it would take for him to rush back to Yanjing from this place, and then back to Kyoto.

Couldn’t make it? The cold fire in Fan Xian’s eyes grew more and more prevalent as he looked at Wang Qinian, who was kneeling in front of him, and did not say a word. The trace of joy that he felt earlier when he was reunited after a long time of separation was covered up by a powerful aura of resentment. The escort force for Chen Pingping’s return to her hometown was arranged and arranged by Fan Xian himself, and under the watchful eye of the Supervisory Yuan, how could she be recaptured by the emperor’s old man!

Fan Xian had no idea that what happened in Dazhou was only Chen Pingping’s own return to the capital, and that he had to go back to ask His Majesty the Emperor for a few words.

Time was pressing, as if a mountain fire was already burning to his eyebrows, Fan Xian coldly said to Mu Feng’er by the car window, “The whole team return to Dong Yi, tell the Grand Palace that unless there is a personal letter from me, never come back.”

From knowing that Chen Pingping was returning to the capital, to Fan Xian issuing the first order, it only took a few moments in total, Fan Xian’s first priority was to deal with the issue of this brigade, and then to guard against the Grand Prince, who had more than ten thousand soldiers in the city of Dongyi at this time, whether there would be any problems.

After issuing the order, the following people would naturally be responsible for carrying it out, Fan Xian would not say another word, he took out a bag of fresh water from the compartment of the luxurious black carriage and tied it around his waist, then stood up long and took a deep breath.

The black carriage suddenly disintegrated, the piece of wooden wall right in front that wasn’t covered with steel plates was instantly shattered into broken wood, a black figure, like a black lightning swept out of the carriage, toes pointing at the horse’s head, the whole person shot out diagonally toward right in front of him, a slashing-like ringing sound coming from the air.

Fan Xian cherished every minute and every second of time, the Overbearing True Qi in his body was raised to its peak state, and the few spells he had just realized helped his body become more like a bird in the air, using the flow of the air to sprint forward, transforming his figure into a black shadow.

Like a bolt of lightning, his toes stepped on top of the heads of all the officials of the Supervisory Court and he drifted away, arriving at the very front of the group in an instant, which was probably the ultimate speed that Fan Xian was able to utilize.

In mid-air, he kicked the general sent over by the Grand Prince off his horse, snatched the best horse in the group, followed by a spontaneous wipe of his finger, a clean steel needle was stuck to the neck of this horse, a flick of his finger removed the wiped mouth of the horse and fed it with a pill of ephedra, the black rider’s technique of stimulating horse power was divinely executed by him in this very short period of time.

Standing on his horse, Fan Xian muffled a grunt, and his steed sailed out as swiftly as an arrow, breaking away from the large troop, and in an instant became a small black dot on the official road, and after only some hours, disappeared between the people’s vision.

The crowd watched this scene with dumbfounded eyes, shocked at the young master’s great cultivation at the same time, but also extremely puzzled, exactly what happened in front, actually let the young master anxious to such a point!

Mu Feng’er had gotten Fan Xian’s order, but he was very puzzled by this order, why did his people have to return to Dong Yi City again? He subconsciously glanced into the carriage, he had guessed at this point who that strange official with the highest ranked waist plate of the Qinian group was, Lord Wang Qinian was also a legendary figure in the Supervisory Yuan, Mu Feng’er wanted to know from his mouth exactly what great things had happened on the side of Kyoto, however, when he rattled the planks, he found that …… Lord Wang Qinian has been physically depleted to the extreme, fainted and died in the compartment board.

From Dazhou to this place, only used two days hours, this is already not human can reach the speed, and Wang Qinian did.

Mu Feng’er looked at this scene with shock and slight fear, subconsciously raised her head towards the direction where Lord Fan disappeared, vaguely guessing that this was probably a relay race, or perhaps, a race against death.

The cold, strong autumn wind, like a knife, whistled and struck Fan Xian’s face, the cold fire in his eyes had already faded, yet a palpitating calmness came through. He knew what he needed, what that old cripple in Kyoto needed, was time, just time. Although he couldn’t understand, and didn’t need to understand, why everything looked to be developing in the perfect direction of the general trend, suddenly there would be a big sharp turn in that place in Dazhou, he only knew that if the old cripple returned to Kyoto, it must be for that thing back then, the old cripple was going to die.

Time, or time, just time, urgent as a mountain fire scorched Fan Xian’s heart, as the fine sand in the hourglass washed over his heart. Under the body of the war horse hooves like treading clouds, gas like running thunder, in the drug stimulation, maintain the fastest speed, in the mountains and forests between the official road galloped, all the way through the mountains and break the fog, a night trekking creek chaotic moon, straight to yanjing.

Throughout the night, Fan Xian never dismounted, never slowed down, and apart from the water pouch at his waist that replenished him and his horse with a little water, he did not make any extra movements. This is a long way to the Guanshan Mountains, and it will take time and spirit to reach the capital.

The sky has just broken dawn, Yanjing majestic city is already in front of us, only used one night’s time, then rushed back to within the border of the country of Qing, Fan Xian has already desperately, his speed is incredibly fast, even that last section of the road ambushed by the righteous army, there is no way to react, only to look at that all the way to the smoke and dust, a black horseback riding a lone strong and courageous wildly ran away.

Fan Xian wanted to cherish every second of time, so of course he would not enter Yanjing City, regardless of whether or not the Yanjing side had gotten any dark oracles from the Emperor’s old man, he would not take the risk, and even more so, he would not tarry here for any length of time. Right at the first instant when the majestic city came into view, he hooked one foot into the stirrup, took out the token arrow from his bosom, and with a slight movement of his palm’s true qi, he pointed it straight at the sky.

Peng’s sound, a beautiful fireworks cut through the quiet morning outside the Yanjing Xiongcheng, the distant faint moon hook are by this branch of fireworks suppressed the style, the rising sun in the east, but not yet in time to chase this trace of light that will be gone.

Most of the people in Yanjing were still sleeping soundly, but after all, it was the strongest city in Northern Qi and Eastern Barbarians, and the soldiers guarding the city reacted quickly, sounding the warning gongs and drums in the corner tower at the top of the city, and in an instant, the soldiers and soldiers of the Qing Dynasty on the top of the city rallied, gripping their weapons tightly and looking at the warhorse rushing from afar, as well as the man on the horse.

As Fan Xian approached the majestic city of Yanjing, and could clearly see the morning light reflecting off the weapons in the hands of the soldiers on the city, there was not the slightest expression on his face, nor was there the slightest fluctuation in his heart; he merely gave a hard tug on the horse’s reins, and in the midst of his gallop, he forcibly twisted his direction, heading further east along the direction of the ancient, thick walls of Yanjing City.

The defending soldiers on the city watched this scene with dumbfounded amazement.

Immediately after a solemn sound of hoofbeats rang out as intensely as thunder, the temporary quarters outside of Yanjing City were agitated, and while Fan Xian turned his course to the east, the five hundred cavalrymen in full black armor in that camp were ready to strike, slanting out of the camp to meet Fan Xian outside of the east-facing city gates of Yanjing City.

The five hundred black cavalrymen, who had been within the borders of the Kingdom of Qing preparing to meet Fan Xian on his return to the capital, saw the order arrow symbolizing the most urgent order of the Academy of Supervision in the early morning, and reacted in the shortest possible time to meet up with Fan Xian.

Fan Xian’s speed did not diminish, and he merged with the black torrent, no longer to be seen alone, there was only a whole dark cloud of sweeping momentum.

Without any orders, without any words, Fan Xian’s figure lightened, abandoning the warhorse that had already raced all night on his own body, and drifted onto the horse of the black cavalry’s vice-commander beside him, who had already swept onto another vacant warhorse.

Changing horses is always completed at a very high speed, without any obstacles, the black cavalry’s horsemanship is unrivaled in the world, really is not a false rumor. The black cavalry generals looked at the anxious and indifferent face of the dean, and no one asked questions, knowing that something big must have happened, so they silently and strongly followed Fan Xian’s arrows as they galloped towards the plains in the east.

With a mournful cry, the warhorse that had accompanied Fan Xian all night foamed at the mouth and collapsed into a cloud of smoke and dust, its four feet slightly jerking as it died of exhaustion. In a matter of moments, the entire 500 black horsemen disappeared into the plains below Yanjing City, leaving behind only the horse and a trail of smoke.

The defenders on Yanjing City were dumbfounded as they watched this amazing scene in front of them, unable to speak for a long time, of course they knew the power of the black riders, but after seeing it with their own eyes today, they were still shocked beyond words, especially who was that single rider that came in single form in the very first moment?

When Yanjing marshal Wang Zhikun realized everything that happened in the early morning, his eyes were worried, and he ordered the whole army to be on the alert, blocking the border between Qing and Northern Qi’s eastern barbarian direction, those black riders that brought him endless doubts and shock, the young lord who led the black riders to plunder the city and run wildly had already left the range of Yanjing city, and stepped on the road of returning to the real capital.

The way through the states, all the way through the states, the way to meet the obstacles and break the obstacles, do not and any state and county local officials to babble a word, will be in the Qing law about the army mobilization of any of the laws are regarded as nonsense, strong 500 black cavalry in Fan Xian’s leadership, with the fastest speed to reach the Kyoto.

This was already several days later, and in these few days the five hundred black cavalry’s rampage had shocked many officials and people, and would leave a legend in the history of Qing. The black cavalry thousand-mile raids, the world’s first, but in the past this team of the iron ghost, just for the sake of the Qing country and His Majesty the Emperor’s interests, the courage to kill outside the border, and the Qing calendar ten years of the raid, but is across the Qing country of the wilderness.

In the midst of the fall rain, the Leaving Pavilion outside of Kyoto suddenly trembled. A group of cavalry like black iron and dark clouds whistled past, shaking up a field of dust and several fallen leaves.

Kyoto was close at hand, and Fan Xian, who was in the middle of the black cavalry, was already exhausted to the hardest moment, having spent several days and nights without rest or sleep, without eating, and only relying on fresh water to support his fatigue, only the cold fire in his eyes and heart was stimulating his bodily functions, keeping him from collapsing.

He had to rush back, he had to stop what was going to happen.

“You have to wait for me.” Fan Xian’s black official uniform was covered with a layer of sand outside, and his face was covered with yellow soil, even his eyelashes had a layer of paste on them, his lips were dry, and the pupils of his eyes were frighteningly bright. Yesterday a rain fell, making this batch of black cavalrymen look unusually wretched, even with the ability of the black cavalrymen, in such a big raid across the belly of Qing, there were still some people who couldn’t keep up with Fan Xian’s speed, and fell out of the line.

If Fan Xian hadn’t fully exploded his own strong cultivation, he wouldn’t have been able to sustain such a terrifying speed. In yesterday’s rain, a warhorse could no longer support himself and could no longer move forward even with the use of medicine, and Fan Xian, after changing ten horses in a row in the Black Riders and no longer able to find any more horses to change to, robbed a merchant group on top of the official highway and seized thirty horses.

At this time, Fan Xian’s side, there are still two dozen black cavalry, but this is such a small team, but the entire Kyoto suburbs of the land are trembling, as if there is an irresistible army, is approaching the heart of the Kingdom of Qing.

The black riders were approaching the capital and rushed straight to the Kyoto Zhengyang Gate. At this time, the gates of Kyoto were tightly closed, all the defense forces had been raised to the highest level, the soldiers of the 13 city gate divisions as well as the cavalrymen of the Kyoto guards were solemnly watching everything outside of Kyoto. However, these dozens of black riders came too fast, came too decisively, so fast that the Kyoto guard division didn’t even have the ability to react before they arrived under the Masayang Gate.

At the moment when he was about fifty feet away from the Zhengyang Gate, Fan Xian wiped a handful of dirty rainwater from his face, and without decreasing his horse’s speed, he shouted sternly at the generals on the Zhengyang Gate, “Open the door! I am Fan Xian!”

Little Lord Fan had returned! The faces of those generals and officials on the city’s head went white, what was being done in front of the palace in Kyoto today, of course they were clear about it, it was just that these generals were under orders to guard the city, the palace was worried about whether the Supervisory Yuan would involve the rest of the forces in the imperial court, and it never occurred to anyone that …… Little Lord Fan would suddenly appear under the Gate of the Masatsukiyo in Kyoto! Whether it was His Majesty, the Emperor of Qing, who suppressed his violent anger with indifference, or Chen Pingping, who was trying to stop Fan Xian from returning to Kyoto by all means, it was only to be expected that Fan Xian would rush back to Kyoto today!

The last time the Qing court knew about Fan Xian, he was still far away from the border, still on his way back to Kyoto from Dongyi City, and even if he flew, he wouldn’t be able to make it back in time. However …… to everyone’s disbelief, Fan Xian had rushed back!

“Guard the city gates! Prepare the crossbowmen!” The Zheng Yang Gate Commander was the first to react, the decree he had received was to close the gates of Kyoto today, strictly forbidding entry and exit, and with a trembling voice, he looked at the two dozen or so black riders that were getting closer and closer, as if he were looking at the thousands of troops that were about to attack the city, and with a faintly white face, he issued the order.

Even if Little Lord Fan rushed back, but today, especially today, he cannot be allowed to enter the capital!

“Little Lord Fan, today ……” Zheng Yang Gate Commander wanted to explain a few words to Fan Xian on his horse, however, where did Fan Xian have the time to listen to his explanation, the speed of the warhorse underneath him had not been reduced, and as soon as his eyes swept over the walls of Zheng Yang Gate, he saw the soldiers who were waiting for him. He saw the soldiers waiting for him, and his heart tightened, knowing that he was still too late for Kyoto even though he had tried his hardest to get there.

On his horse, Fan Xian’s eyes exploded with two cold glints, and he stared at the officials and soldiers on the city wall with a deadly glare, only to make those officials and soldiers retract their gazes in fear.

The black riders were getting closer and closer to the city gates, Fan Xian raised his right hand and then chopped it down with force, behind him, more than two dozen black riders, in a triangular formation, slowed down and stayed out of the range of the bows and arrows on the city top.

The hearts of the people on the walls of Kyoto were relieved, although the two dozen black riders were imposing, but of course it was impossible for these people to break through the walls, just if they really went head to head with the black riders, who knows what would happen later? As long as these black riders stopped and stopped attacking forcefully, this would already be excellent.

However, Fan Xian did not slow down, and he was still sprinting in the direction of Zheng Yang Gate.

The two dozen black riders behind him calmly took out the powerful crossbows behind their backs!

With a dense burst of sound, the power crossbows suddenly fired, shooting hooks and ropes towards the city’s head, clanging and clanging, deadening the bricks on the city wall! A dozen black hooks and ropes, like nets, turned into a bridge above and below the city wall, a bridge across life and death!

This was the hooks and ropes developed by the three divisions many years ago, and when Fan Xian went on a mission to Northern Qi, the courtyard advised him to use them, however, Fan Xian had his own life-saving maneuvers, so he didn’t use them, but today, he had to save all the time he needed to forcibly break through the walls, and Fan Xian had long been ready for it.

His single lone rider had already arrived under the gate of zhengyang, with the autumn rain condensing overhead, those black hooks and cables flashed across the sky like countless shadows, Fan Xian stifled a grunt, forcibly suppressing the real qi lethargy brought about by his immense fatigue and energy depletion, his overbearing real qi was violently released, with one foot on top of his horse’s back, by virtue of the subtle sensing of the flow of the air with the surrounding area, he flew upwards straight and with a roar, his momentum was like a shocking thunder.

Like a big black bird, it flew higher and higher before the eerie gates of Kyoto.

“Chop the rope! Chop the rope!” The Zheng Yang Gate Commander shouted at the top of his voice, he didn’t dare to let the officers and soldiers fire arrows at that black phantom silhouette because he didn’t know if he would be beheaded by His Majesty the Emperor’s entire family if he killed Little Lord Fan.

The Zheng Yang Sect Commander had some scruples, but Fan Xian didn’t have the slightest scruples, he shouted violently, the true qi in his body forcibly lifted up again, his fingertips hitched on the black hooks and cables, and his whole body floated up like a black smoke, and swept along the hooks and cables, towards the high city wall!

One hook and rope was cut, and another, when a dozen hooks and ropes were all cut by the thirteen soldiers of the city gate division, Fan Xian, who was covered in gray soil and exhausted, had already swept above the city gates, and only saw a flash of a poignant bright light, and the Great Wei Heavenly Son Sword, which he had been carrying behind him, was then unsheathed!

A sword tip pierced through the throat of the commander of the Zheng Yang Sect, blood soared, suddenly swept back, and the commander crumpled to the ground.

Fan Xian swept past his corpse like a gust of wind, and at the cost of three shallow wounds on his body, he broke through the defense of the strong Qing army on the city wall, swept down the long stone steps, sword light flashed again, killed three people immediately, snatched a horse, clamped his legs together, and ran along that straight road, in the direction of the imperial palace.

Fast, all of this can only be described with a fast word, faster than when in the Tanyu cliff to avoid the five bamboo wooden stick, faster than when burst into the palace, violently restrain the empress dowager. From the moment he learned of the news until now when he killed his way into Kyoto, every second of every day and night, Fan Xian had exerted himself beyond his realm, and that fear in his heart had made him tougher and colder-blooded than he had ever been before.

Blood on his sword, on his body, he did not move the slightest, his heart felt unprecedented fear and panic, look at the situation in Kyoto, only that person …… who should wait for himself, has not been able to wait for himself.

“You have to wait for me.” Fan Xian repeated again in his heart, let the autumn rain hit on his face full of dust, madly galloping towards the palace.

The palace is close, the autumn rain is heavy, there are not many pedestrians on the street, where are people gathered? Fan Xian was a little confused, a little afraid to think, then he heard a burst of applause, and then heard the silence, dead silence.

The people in Kyoto could not hear the silence, only Fan Xian could hear it, with great fear. The people in Kyoto only heard the sound of horses’ hooves in the silence.

Ta-da-da-da-da.

People only heard the sound of hooves in the silence, and then saw the black rider who rushed over like lightning, saw the tattered and dirty black official uniform in the midst of the autumn rain, and saw the solemn and murderous face of the man on the horse.

The people in the square in front of the palace to watch the execution suddenly had an agitation, shouts of alarm and cries of misery almost in the same time, the fluctuation of the back of the sea of people was extremely chaotic, I do not know how many people were trampled and injured.

Because that lone rider didn’t slow down the slightest bit, but directly rushed towards the dense crowd in cold blood!

Those who were able to dodge dodged, and those who couldn’t were knocked away by the horse, in the midst of the fall rain, the horse’s hooves passed by, cold-blooded and abnormal.

The sea of people in the fear of death under the separation of a large mouth, desperately to the side to squeeze, to give this ride made a straight through the palace, a small court of passage.

The forbidden army closed in, their spears like forests, pointing directly at the horseman.

Fan Xian silently flew up, crossing the forest of guns, in mid-air, his sword was already in his hand, cutting out horizontally like lightning, snorting several times, cutting several long swords, and shaking down a few guards of the inner court, while his person had already swept into the sky above the court.

No matter what he did, Fan Xian’s eyes kept looking at the small wooden platform, at the old man who was tied to the wooden frame, bloodied and dying. Fan Xian’s eyes grew colder and more resentful, and then he heard the strong winds coming from all around him.

Countless hemp-clothed shadows swept up, turning over like flying flowers in the autumn rain, sealing off all of Fan Xian’s paths.

Fan Xian didn’t retreat, didn’t avoid, taking three raw slaps on his chest and back, and his sword ruthlessly pierced into the face of one of the hemp-clothed men, lodging itself venomously through his eye, blood and eye pulp erupting out at the same time and mixing with the rain.

With a wild shout, he slapped his left hand horizontally with a domineering intent, only hearing the slight ringing of his wrist bones, the hemp-clothed man to his left was shaken to the point that his five senses overflowed with blood, and he crumpled to the ground. With a snap, Fan Xian’s feet finally stood on the wet small wooden platform, however, he also paid a great price, as the injuries in his body violently erupted and a mouthful of blood was spat out.

However, he didn’t care, he just stared blankly at the old man on the wooden stand, the old man whose body had been slashed an unknown number of times, the old man who had been bared in front of the eyes of all the people, accepting endless humiliation.

With just one glance, Fan Xian knew that he had come back too late, and that there was no way for him to let the other party continue to live, his dry lips slightly opened, wanting to say something, but nothing could be said.

Autumn rain fell and swept over the bodies of an old and a young man on the wooden platform, surrounded by a deathly silence, all the forbidden troops, the inner court experts and the powerful ascetic practitioners in the Qing Temple surrounded this wooden platform tightly, however, under the strong killing intent and desperate maneuvering suppressed by the strong killing intent and desperate maneuvering shown by Fan Xian earlier, everyone’s body was a bit stiff, no one could take a step.

Fan Xian walked forward with great difficulty, pulled off the rope, held Chen Pingping’s dry and thin body in his arms, took off his black official uniform of the Supervisory Yuan, which was full of sludge and holes, and covered his body.

Chen Pingping opened his eyes with extreme difficulty, and those old, cloudy and scattered eyes, however, shone with a flash of extreme innocence, just like a child – the old man shrank in Fan Xian’s embrace like a child, and seemed to be a little afraid of the cold.

“I came back late.” Fan Xian hugged this dry and thin body, feeling that the old man’s temperature was slowly passing away, and spoke dryly, his heart filled with unprecedented frustration and despair and …… sadness.