Chapter 12: The Aftermath of the Battle of the Heart

It was dark before dawn, the fire crackled, and occasionally a few sparks leapt out, creating a fleeting red trace in the air, which reflected in Haitang’s eyes and looked particularly strange.

She stood up, looked at Fan Xian, and said softly, “What exactly are you trying to do?” Or rather, what exactly did Fan Xian do during these three days.

“I didn’t do anything.” Fan Xian turned his back to her, his back looking extraordinarily straight, “I’m just going to keep you for three days.”

The pupils of Haitang’s eyes shrunk slightly, she had been tricked out by Fan Xian for three days, and the experts at the royal court, who had followed Shan Yu Speed, had followed behind the two of them for three days, indeed, Fan Xian didn’t need to do anything personally, but something must have gone wrong there at the royal court.

This woman was a character who could afford to take things in her stride, and after quietly glancing at Fan Xian, she turned around and walked towards the back of the tribal party, her footsteps not seeming to be in any great hurry, but her speed was extremely fast, like an elf in the prairie, skimming out three zhang in a matter of moments.

“It’s too late for you to go back.” Fan Xian turned around and looked at her quietly, “You and the Emperor of Northern Qi have lied to me once and shaded me a few times, and those Central Plains people within the Royal Court are all Northern Qi people, yet you are still lying to me …… These people are working in the Royal Court, and they are very dangerous characters for my Daqing, and I must get rid of them. ”

Haitang stopped her steps, knowing that what Fan Xian said was true, if there were any changes at the royal court within these three days, even if she rushed back at this time, it would still be too late, “The Lunar Sea is extremely tightly defended, and since you didn’t do it yourself, who was the one who did it?”

Not waiting for Fan Xian to answer, a chillingly cold image seeped into her heart, she hadn’t forgotten that there was a world’s number one assassin in the Supervisory Academy. Shan Yu was not in the royal court, the experts were all out, that assassin made a move, who could resist, the shadow of the Supervisory Court, the strike never fell short.

Whether Hai Tang or Shan Yu was able to stay in the royal court, it was only feared that he would not give the shadow any chance to strike. With this in mind, Hai Tang finally understood why Fan Xian had shown his tracks, luring himself to find him, and enticing Shan Yu to follow the two of them.

“Your heart is really getting hardened.” She turned back around and looked at Fan Xian, not how angry, just with a sense of despondency, “Is there anyone else in this world that you won’t utilize?”

Fan Xian had taken advantage of Haitang, but there was no sense of apology within his heart, and the two sides were already on hostile ground at this point.

“I am not a heartless person.” Fan Xian looked at her a few feet away and said quietly, then with both arms revved up, he lunged towards Haitang. The overbearing true qi in his body blossomed to the extreme in an instant, shaking the air of the night sky grassland into chaos as it rolled over like a tornado.

Haitang looked at the man who was approaching like a heavenly god, her eyes brightened up, her hands reached out from within her thin leather robe and drew a semi-circle around her body, stabilizing the changes in the airflow around her body in a flash of lightning.

At one moment, he was still in love and sadness, but at the next moment, a storm rose up, and Fan Xian was like a killing god under the moonlit night, holding the grass residue and sparks around his body, and striking out with a fist, the wind of his fist was like thunder.

The next moment, she appeared in front of Fan Xian in the eye of the wind, and her finger became a sword, stabbing out diagonally, as if she wanted to pick off the moon in the dome of the sky, and stabbing Fan Xian’s throat in a free and extreme manner.

The crescent moon sea reflected the moon in the sky, very beautiful and clear. The people around the sea were sleeping, and only the maidservants who had risen early began to march towards the sea, ready to begin to fill the water and wash the princes and nobles.

One of the maidservants looked at the hunched over mute servant and smiled, pulling out a piece of hoecake from her bosom and handing it over. This mute servant was picked up from the grassland by Da Dang Tu four months ago, his body is a bit disabled, but his strength is very big, it is most convenient to use it to do rough work, but because this person can’t speak and is a slave, so he is often bullied by those young nobles around the royal court, it looks very pitiful.

If it wasn’t for these kind-hearted women who helped him every day, I’m afraid this mute servant wouldn’t be able to survive for a few days.

The mute servant took the Hu cakes handed by the Hu women and smiled curtly, ho-ho-hoing in his throat as if to express his gratitude. The hu woman giggled a few times, nearly breaking the peace of the pre-morning Crescent Sea.

The mute servant walked towards the meadow behind the Crescent Moon Sea, every day at dawn, he went to pick sheep dung, the people at the royal court had long been accustomed to this scene.

But today, this mute servant walked through the meadow, walked through those dense sheep dung, still hunched over, but did not even look at these sheep dung, usually, he would be happy to be able to come across so much sheep dung, but today he did not need to be happy, because he no longer needed to pick sheep dung.

Walked to a piece of long grass, the mute servant moves slowly from the pocket to pull out a brazier, poked into the soil, the right palm a vibration, only to hear a sound of puffing, this with blood stains of brazier, actually was born shocked into the soil under a few feet of the place, no longer find any traces!

The mute servant pursed his dry lips, closed his eyes and thought back to the course of action, to confirm that there is no omission, only then lifted his steps, still hunched over, toward the depths of the grassland slowly forward, I do not know how long it will take to walk back to the Central Plains.

All around the Crescent Sea was calm, no one noticed that a mute servant had already left the place where he had been living for four months. The guards around the king’s tent looked strict, but in reality, it looked a bit dead, especially those Central Plains people who were highly valued by Shan, those important people who were responsible for liaising with Qingzhou City and Dingzhou City, the tents they lived in were extraordinarily dead and silent.

Wei Wucheng’s body was so mesmerized and soft that he couldn’t speak at all, he couldn’t even move his fingers, but his teeth were shaking and clacking, he looked at those dead people around him and felt a coldness flooding up from the depths of his heart.

He was in charge of the accounts of the royal court as well as trade, but he knew that these colleagues around him were all powerful characters from Daqi, if these people had not helped Shan Yu, it would have been impossible for the forces on the grassland to engage in a tug-of-war with the iron cavalry of the Kingdom of Qing for more than a year and gain so much benefit from it.

Yet all of these people had died, and had survived on their own.

Fear floated up to his heart as he remembered that earlier scene, making him want to scream in terror, but he couldn’t.

That shadow, that god of death, had restrained himself like a ghost, and then easily and slowly slaughtered everyone in the tent without letting anyone make a sound, without letting anyone react in the slightest.

Wei Wucheng didn’t know who that person was, didn’t know why the other party didn’t kill himself. Being able to stay alive even by chatting was a benefit that no one would have thought of. He just fell into endless fear, the pupils of his eyes shrinking nervously, feeling as if this darkness could never be converted into light.

A finger picked the moon, that fingertip was so slender, so ordinary, but it was like it contained the light of heaven and earth, breaking the wind in an instant, picking at Fan Xian’s throat, while at that moment his fist had already struck the air, rubbing against Hai Tang’s right shoulder and blasting into the grass, exploding a large cloud of dirt and grass clippings.

Borrowing the momentum of heaven and earth to do natural things, there is no school more powerful than the heaven and earth, at this time the moon shadow gradually disappeared, the sight on the grassland is blurred, but Haitang’s a slide, a shot, actually seems to be able to detect every wisp of wind on the grassland, every grain of grass, the clear and beautiful to the extreme to hide over.

Fan Xian had learned the inner heart method of the Heavenly Dao from this girl, but for the cultivation of borrowing momentum, he was far from Haitang’s rival.

His eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his left finger, a small knife spun twice around his fingertips, flung off the tip of its sheath, and a cold aura appeared at once, a chopping moon mark, slashing at the tip of the warped finger that was a few inches away from his throat.

With the cultivation realm of the two of them, regardless of the movement of a finger, as long as it came into contact with the other person’s body and the true qi borrowed a bridge to enter, it would severely damage the other person, so Fan Xian wanted to stop the finger that was too light, so light that he couldn’t catch a trace of it.

However, in order to hide his identity, he didn’t have a sleeve crossbow on him, and there was no black dagger in his boots, so where did this knife come from?

The small blade was about to cut into Haitang’s finger, at this moment, it seemed that all movements became slower, and the small blade was clearly seen, it was the gift that Haitang had given to Fan Xian’s young son earlier!

The pupils of Haitang’s eyes became brighter and brighter, and there was an indistinct flavor in this brightness; her fingers did not retract, did not respond in any way, and continued to point down towards Fan Xian’s throat, as if she did not see the knife.

Fan Xian’s heart sighed, his left hand slightly loosened, and the blade’s aura suddenly converged.

Unexpectedly, however, he didn’t care about Haitang’s finger that was pointing at his throat, but instead directly slapped down towards Haitang’s chest.

Fan Xian retracted his sword, Haitang retracted his finger, Fan Xian lowered his palm, and Haitang returned to his defense, four very simple actions, but to do them so cleanly and give them up without any delay, probably in this world, it was only when these two young men were facing off against each other that such a marvelous sight could be seen.

However, Fan Xian had the upper hand after all, and his palm had already imprinted on Haitang’s chest.

Haitang’s eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his returning palm paid no attention to the palm at all, instead, his fingers gently scattered, like the autumn grasses floating with the night wind in this grassland, and one by one, they latched onto Fan Xian’s arm, imprisoning his right arm.

In four moments of lightning, Fan Xian and Haitang Duo Duo each had a chance to kill the other, and this chance was even deliberately left by the other party, but it was impossible for either of them to make a move.

A word of record is said to heart, this is the North Sea of the two first met, Fan Xian with aphrodisiacs spring poem to move its heart, Haitang to light should be, after the two young generation of the north qi south Qing big shot, stretched over several years of the heart of the war continues.

It seems to move the hand, but in fact it is the heart.

Hai Tang bet on Fan Xian chopping to their fingers of a knife chopping not go down, Fan Xian abandoned the knife.

Fan Xian bet that the finger that Hai Tang pointed at his throat would not go down, and Hai Tang would return the finger.

Haitang bet that Fan Xian’s palm attack on his chest would not be able to bear to spit out the energy, so he tied up his right arm.

Why do you have to do it if you can’t even spare it?

Fan Xian had a strange smile on his face as he looked at Haitang in front of him, and although the two of them knew that this action would only be futile in the end, he still moved his hand.

Haitang hitching inches of fingers, snorting and spitting TianDao pure true qi, blocked Fan Xian’s right arm’s overbearing true qi forward, so that the palm that he printed on his chest, suddenly had no effect.

Fan Xian still moved his hand, without any threat, without any true qi, outside of Haitang’s shirt.

The place where his palm imprinted was wonderful, soft and gentle.

So this movement was very soulful.

Haitang was furious, her heart slightly confused.

Fan Xian’s left hand, which had abandoned the knife, then in the moment when the other party’s mind was slightly confused, he silently brushed up and brushed Haitang’s ear, and with a flick of his little fingertip, a golden needle, pierced into the acupuncture point under Haitang’s ear.

He wants to tie Haitang back to the Central Plains, he wants to make the bureau set up by Bitter Lotus, no longer suffering this poor girl’s mind, so he meditated and thought hard, no matter how risky, he also wants to capture the other side.

It is this needle.

A generation of heavenly pride, the Holy Maiden of Northern Qi, Haitang Duo Duo finally lost, lost on this quiet grassland, lost to Fan Xian.

In the fourth year of the Qing calendar, since Haitang Duo Duo had come out, she had fought dozens of battles of all sizes without losing a single one, and her reputation was so great that she was unrivaled for a while, until later on, when a Poetry Immortal appeared in the country of Qing, a young master of the art. Since then, people in the world were eagerly discussing who would win if Haitang Duo Duo met Fan Xian.

On the shore of the North Sea, when Haitang first encountered Fan Xian, Fan Xian at that time was no match for Haitang at all, just barely dodging by virtue of the stances taught by Uncle Wuzhu himself, and supporting himself in the meadow by virtue of the poisonous needles and smoke. But Fan Xian didn’t lose, because he managed to force Haitang to retreat by virtue of his shamelessness and harshness, ever remembering that spring was thick in the middle of the North Sea.

After that, Haitang and Fan Xian have not really fought, but both know very well, if only martial arts competition, how Fan Xian is not Haitang’s opponent, just if the fight for life, in order to Fan Xian’s ruthlessness, even if Haitang can kill Fan Xian, I’m afraid that also have to pay a great price.

Of course, after that, the two of them were friends, and the whole world began to spread this scandalous story, and everyone knew that it was impossible for the two of them to fight, and some people would inevitably be disappointed. If these disappointed people knew what had happened in the grasslands today, they would have been thrilled.

Haitang Duo Duo finally lost to Little Lord Fan, to be precise, in lost to Fan Xian’s further shamelessness and insidiousness.

The golden needle trembled under Haitang’s crystal moist ear, Fan Xian’s fingers gently flicked the needle, his face was very grave, and he kept on pouring true qi into Haitang’s meridians by virtue of the thin needle, his right hand had long since gotten out of Haitang’s control, pointing at the girl’s body at great speeds, making sure to keep her under complete control.

After being cured of his internal injuries by the Heavenly Dao True Qi in Jiangnan, Fan Xian knew better than anyone else about the Heavenly Dao True Qi’s ability to recover, and the golden needles could only make Haitang’s body stiffen for a moment, so in order to truly restrain her and not harm her, he could only rely on his own overbearing True Qi to forcibly seal the meridian junctions in her body.

However …… Fan Xian’s fingers with the strong wind gradually slowed down, his eyes were very grave, even with a hint of sadness.

Finally he stopped his fingers, and his left hand slowly left the golden needle.

With a crunching sound, the golden needle under Haitang’s ear snapped inch by inch!

Such a fine and soft, and also a golden needle that was stuck in a vital point under the ear, was actually shattered by the true qi in her body, what kind of strong rebound was this.

With a poof, Haitang spat out a mouthful of blood, her face instantly paled, but her pupils were still bright, she quietly looked at Fan Xian who was full of sadness in front of her, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said, “I’ve already injured my internal organs, I’m not a match for you, so you can try to leave me behind.”

Fan Xian was silent, he knew what had happened in Haitang’s body earlier, when he had forcefully sealed his veins with his domineering true qi, the pure Heavenly Dao true qi in Haitang’s body began to fight back, even at the risk of life and death, forcibly impacting the place where each of his fingers had fallen.

If Fan Xian forcefully continued, at most, he would be able to restrain Haitang even with a great depletion of his true qi, but this determined gesture of Haitang’s true qi retrogression would cause her meridians to burst and she would become an invalid.

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian lowered his head and said grimly, “Even in death …… you refuse to follow me?”

Haitang looked at him calmly, blood dripping from her lips, and slowly said, “If my heart wasn’t messed up, how could you restrain me? If your heart wasn’t messed up, how could you let go of the great opportunity to capture me in one fell swoop and mess up Western Hu? I don’t want to die, but I know that you won’t let me die.”

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and said, “Thank you.”

Thank you is Haitang’s trust in himself, thank you is the other party knows his heart, his love, the two of them, although never explicitly said, but has long been known by heart, like the night on the prairie, the moon at the edge of the night line, very clear, hard to forget.

After a thank you, Fan Xian looked at Haitang and said word by word: “Do you really want to stay in Xihu and become enemies with me on the sands?”

“I have my insistence, you have yours, don’t you?” An inexplicable radiance blossomed on Haitang’s ordinary features, with two points of stubbornness, three points of confidence, and five points of persistence.

Fan Xian gritted his teeth and whispered angrily, “This is Bitter Lotus’ arrangement, what kind of person are you? Why should you honestly follow his arrangements?”

This was Fan Xian’s angriest point, what he loathed most in this life was being controlled by those horrible old monsters in his life, he firmly believed that life must be free, this was a more important thing than some prairie Northern Qi.

Haitang looked at him quietly, as if looking at a child, and said, “If I listen to you and leave the grasslands, won’t I also be following your arrangements?”

Fan Xian was stunned and realized what the other party meant.

“The grasslands cannot be in chaos, I must stay.” Haitang looked at him and said, “I don’t know what you’ve done in the middle of these three days, and perhaps I’m too late to stop you, but I have to find a way to make the turmoil in the grasslands stop.”

Fan Xian was quiet for a moment, shook his head, and said, “Like fire, who can stop it?”

Haitang looked at him.

Fan Xian smiled faintly and said, “Last night, King Zuo Xian should have already been assassinated.”

The pupils of Haitang’s eyes flashed with a shocked color, she had been on the grasslands for two years, of course she knew what kind of turmoil the death of King Zuo Xian would bring, if Fan Xian had deliberately left any traces when he did it, I’m afraid that the grasslands that had just calmed down for more than a year would be plunged back into endless soldiering because of revenge and power struggles.

“How could you kill him?” Haitang stared at Fan Xian’s eyes, biting her lower lip, the right and left two virtuous kings possessed extreme strength in the grasslands, and it was only with the support of Haitang, Beiqi, and more than 10,000 iron cavalry from the northern tribes that Shan Yu Sulpida was able to barely suppress these two virtuous kings.

Within these two years, the right and left virtuous kings have been extremely jealous of the royal court, the defense force is extremely strong, Haitang slightly frowned, simply can not imagine, Qing country who can sneak into the depths of the grassland, assassinate the left virtuous king.

The shadow of the Supervisory Court, might have this kind of strength, but he should be going to the royal court to dispose of Beiqi’s support for the grassland royal court.

The sound of rushing hooves was faintly heard in the distance, and it seemed that the cavalry of the royal court chasing Fan Xian had finally relented.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes, glanced over there, and said softly, ”I said three days ago, whether it’s Bitter Lotus or that little emperor of Northern Qi, they don’t trust me, and that would have been a huge mistake, no matter how the world will go in the future, but I must take the initiative to dispose of these things into my own hands, because… …I possess a greater power than you all.”

He looked at Haitang and said, “Thirteen Lang followed the merchant caravan into the grassland, when I stayed behind to wait for you, he followed King Zuo Xian’s subordinates who went back from the royal court to …… I believe in his vigor and strength, if even this world’s number one fierce warrior can’t kill King Zuo Xian, it can only be said that I am unlucky. ”

“Come back with me.”

Haitang was silent.

Fan Xian shook his head mockingly and helplessly, then whistled to the endless darkness behind him, and the depths of the grassland, which had been incredibly quiet, gradually had hoofbeats ringing out, and it was like a herd of wild horses, running free.