Chapter 138 – People on a Journey
The wind came from the north, but the people in the wind were going all the way to the north. The carriage bypassed Banshan Chong, quietly rubbing through the blank area between Yanjing and Cangzhou, will be about to arrive at the North Sea when the end of February, but the snow fell again.
This place is cold, different from the rest of the world, the carriage is covered with a thin layer of snow, like a black bread stained with crushed chaff, slowly walking on the wilderness road.
Wang Qinian who drove the carriage was wearing a rain raincoat outside, barely used to block the snow, only the eyelashes and the beard on the lips were still frozen by the snow, looked a bit miserable, however, his pair of eyes which always looked cloudy and godless on weekdays, at the moment in the wind and snow, but appeared to be so clear and sharp, slowly swept from both sides of the road, did not let go of any doubtful movement.
Wang Qinian is already very old, but such a big wind and snow still didn’t let him show any feeling of fatigue, this old guy is as thin as a monkey, however, in the sinews it looks like a kind of bone, full of strength, full of essence, such a long distance trekking, didn’t let him have the slightest discomfort. It was thanks to this powerful figure, one of the two wings of the Supervisory Court, that he was able to keep disguising himself along the way, make connections, forge documents, and break through the countless lines of inspection of the Southern Qing court, and succeeded in having the carriage come to a place not far from the border.
Back then, he was the Jiang Yang Da Zi, who had been a great thief in the north-central part of the continent, and it was too appropriate to use him to do this kind of business. When the carriage traveled through a mountain pass and crossed a small bridge over a snowy stream, Wang Qinian finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the carriage had already crossed the border and arrived at the territory of Northern Qi, and there was no longer anything that could jeopardize the safety of the life of the adult in the carriage. However, immediately after, Wang Qinian’s lips but gave birth to a trace of bitter smile, really do not know this day and age, how the situation has developed into this appearance, obviously are Qing people, but to step into the enemy’s land, in order to feel truly safe.
Feel underneath the carriage bumped a little, the carriage Fan Xian leisurely woke up, these years of career so that he is very clear that the carriage ran on the road surface, and these days hard to escape when the road surface is a little different, although his body at this time the true qi is all gone, but the body of 36,000 pores and those skin’s subtle sense of touch is still not disappeared.
He gathered the thick sheepskin draped over his body, gently coughed twice, lifted a corner of the window, and looked out of the car, only to see that the carriage was walking on top of a somewhat familiar wooden bridge, and the opposite side of the road was a piece of territory with a similar scenery, but the atmosphere was definitely not similar. It was winter, so even the most familiar scenery would be different, but Fan Xian could still tell from the direction of the stream and the trend of the hills on both sides of the river that the carriage was crossing the Mudu River.
Back then, he had traveled to Northern Qi in the name of a young poet, chasing Sean along the way to this place, and it was also here that he had first seen Begonia Duo Duo, so how could he possibly forget?
Fan Xian’s face was very pale, without a trace of blood, even the thin lips looked a little dull. The injuries in his body still showed no sign of improvement, the meridians crushed by His Majesty the Emperor’s finger were still full of holes, and without the true qi to protect his body, the days of running and exertion as well as the severe cold outside the car finally made him fall ill again.
The thick sheepskin wrapped around his body, only revealing a head, and there was a small heater in the carriage, but it seemed like there was no heat at all. Fan Xian squinted his eyes, staring blankly at the land of Northern Qi on the other side of the bridge, gently puffing out a mouthful of hot air, and falling into deep thought.
This time and the emperor’s majesty frontal fight, Fan Xian has already played out his life can reach the peak strength, but still was a finger down, the body meridians broken too much, so that the small circumference of the sky a natural true qi, also forced to scattered in the five viscera and six bowels, can not be condensed, the only can be some use, it seems to be the bitter lotus left him that mysterious pamphlet, only the world’s yuanqi Too thin, like this repair goes on, do not know how many years to spend.
After the fog ferry river, not far away is the North Sea. Inside the body meridians are broken, Fan Xian naturally thought of Haitang DuoDuo, when his body meridians are broken, all rely on Haitang in Jiangnan careful care and treatment, just this time the injury is more serious, Haitang also do not know from Kyoto to get out of it.
Fan Xian is not very worried about the safety of the shadow, because he understands the shadow and his own most similar place, as long as the sea of people, no matter what identity, they can be good, safe to live, and live a very nourishing. However, Haitang and Wang XIII Lang were different, although the two of them were the top young powerhouses under the sky, they had not specialized in these survival skills after all.
Fan Xian did not know much about the news from Kyoto, when he was hiding in the wigwam of the Yan Mansion, Boss Yan Ruohai would still give him a daily account of what was going on in Kyoto, and he knew that His Majesty the Emperor had already awakened, however, after leaving the capital, the two of them, he and Wang Qinian, just traveled in silence, actively cutting off contact with the old members of the Supervisory Court and all parties in the world that belonged to the forces under Fan Xian’s control.
On the one hand, it was for the sake of safety, on the other hand, it was also a part of the agreement between Fan Xian and His Majesty. Fan Xian knew clearly that as long as he didn’t die, His Majesty wouldn’t lay a hand on those people, and it would be inappropriate for him to take the initiative to contact those people.
The cold wind poured in through the window, and Fan Xian’s squinted eyes narrowed even more, he hadn’t imagined that the weather at the end of February would still be so cold, and couldn’t help but worry a little about the trip to the temple in the next few days, how would he be able to fight off the cold that penetrated his bones in his own frail body nowadays?
Fan Xian will hands and feet all shrink into the thick sheepskin, tired and haggard leaning against the window, let the snowflakes hit on his face, quietly looking at the winter forest at the end of the bridge, thinking of that year in the forest, carrying a flower basket of flower girl just like this quietly standing, if at this time she is at the side, perhaps the temple trip, to be a lot easier it.
The four words “God wills it to be so” seemed to speak of Fan Xian’s current situation, Fan Xian looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in that winter forest, looked at the color of the flowers that appeared in that white, and couldn’t help but feel as though his eyes weren’t blooming.
“It’s time to take your medicine.” The carriage traveled over the wooden bridge and came to a steady stop, Wang Qinian rubbed his hands together and got into the carriage, he took a bowl of the medicinal soup that had been warming on top of the warming stove and brought it to Fan Xian’s face, he had heard a few of Fan Xian’s coughs earlier, and was a little worried in his heart.
Fan Xian stretched out his hand from the sheepskin, and with a smile, pointed out the window at the bottom of the winter forest in the distance, and said, “The medicine is there.”
To Fan Xian s surprise, there was …… Wang XIII Lang who was waiting for him at the Misty Ferry River with Haitang in one place. Contrary to when he had assassinated the emperor in front of the Taiji Hall, Wang X3 Lang’s silent and determined figure flashed out from behind Haitang, quietly watching the approaching carriage.
The carriage curtains lifted and snowflakes flew in, Fan Xian looked at these two life and death friends and reluctantly tugged at the corners of his lips as if he wanted to laugh, but couldn’t, and in the end, he just sighed and said, “I didn’t expect you guys to run faster than me.”
“We left the capital later than you.” Haitang slapped the ice ballast off of her thick cotton jacket and sat down next to Fan Xian, not knowing if she was thinking of her encounter in Kyoto last month, the reunion smile on the girl’s face gradually converged, and she calmly said, “I heard that later on, since you escaped from Kyoto first, the Southern Qing court’s search and seizure efforts were weakened, and only then did we have a chance.”
Fan Xian nodded and coughed twice before saying, “It’s good to be alive. There’s no need to say any more words of thanks between us, that matter in Kyoto was originally unrelated to your two old monster masters, if you want to say thank you, after all, you should still thank me.”
Haitang sighed, staring blankly at his pale face, shook his head and laughed: “I thought that after this battle, you always have to be more mature, I didn’t expect that you still like to joke like this.”
“Mature? The first twenty years of my life have long been ripe, and it’s not easy to regain some flavor of youth, so how could I possibly abandon it.” Fan Xian answered with a smile and turned to Wang Xii Lang, asking after a moment of silence, “How is your injury?”
From the moment Wang Xulang entered Fan Xian’s eyes, Fan Xian was keenly aware that there was something wrong with Wang Xulang’s body, and the right arm that had been wounded by His Majesty the Emperor never seemed to recover.
A swordsman who was sincere about his sword, to have his sword hand half-ruined was undoubtedly an extremely fatal blow, yet Wang X3 Lang’s expression did not change in the slightest, and he responded softly, “Your master’s true qi was too overbearing, and the meridians and sinews of my right arm were all strangled, so there’s no way to cure it at all.”
“I tried it on the road, but the effect was very average.” Haitang Duo Duo glanced at Wang Xulang worriedly, the two Great Master’s most beloved disciples had been accompanied by each other on this journey to break out, and had become extremely familiar with each other.
Fan Xian coughed twice and calmly said, “Let me take a look.” After saying these words, two of his fingers were already on top of Wang XIII Lang’s pulse, followed by a single hand like a dragon’s claw out of the clouds upwards, carefully pinching and scratching Wang XIII Lang’s right arm which was unable to exert any force, and the look on his face became heavier and heavier.
Wang Thirteen Lang was silent for a moment and said, “I’ve been injured many times in my life, it’s no big deal.”
Fan Xian shook his head and said, “Buy some good golden needles in the Upper Capital City, and I’ll try ……” Then he turned around and coughed hard with his fist plugging his lips before gasping for breath and saying, “It’s come to this. What is there to hide between us? Pass the Heaven’s Path Dharma to him.”
Haitang was silent for a moment before nodding, the Tianyi Dao true qi had a miraculous effect on repairing meridian injuries, although it was a secret that was not passed down in the Qing Shan lineage, Haitang had once passed it on to Fan Xian privately back then, and at this time, it was feasible to use it to save Wang Thirteen Lang’s career in the Dao of the Sword.
Wang Thirteen Lang raised his head, hearing some good messages from Fan Xian’s words, even though he was a strong son who did not care about external things, he could not help but frown at this moment, “Can this injury be cured?”
“Not necessarily, but one must always try.” Fan Xian closed his eyes somewhat wearily and said, “At least eating should not be a problem, but if you want to return to your original realm, I’m afraid it’s just not possible to …… I advise you to start practicing your left hand again right now, your left hand is good …… To Know that back then there was a Jing Wuling who was famous for his left hand, of course his right hand was hidden even deeper, if you can practice both hands, that would be awesome.”
There was a silence in the carriage, Wang Xulang suddenly smiled calmly and said, “Then I’ll practice my left hand first, and then I’ll practice my right hand later when I have time.”
Haitang Duo Duo quietly looked at Fan Xian who had his eyes closed and was full of pale color, she did not know how many strange emotions were born in her heart, over the years, she and Fan Xian had seen less and parted more, but the two never needed too many words to know each other’s mind, however, at this moment, Haitang Duo Duo Duo suddenly realized that she could not see through Fan Xian a little bit.
Kyoto palace battle, Haitang DuoDuo clearly and shocked to find that nowadays Fan Xian has already vaguely exceeded the world’s cognizance of the ninth grade on the realm, steadily suppressed himself and Wang XIII Lang a head, just look at him to be able to fight with Qing Emperor head on for a few rounds, and can make Qing Emperor injured, then we know that Fan Xian nowadays the strength arrived at a how terrifying level.
“Have you …… already understood something?” Haitang asked a headless question.
Fan Xian, however, immediately understood, opened his eyes, shook his head, and said with a slight smile, “If I really understood, I wouldn’t have lost that badly in the palace.”
Once this word came out, the three young people in the carriage fell into silence at the same time, their thoughts seemed to go back to the storm in the palace, these three under the sky, the most powerful, the most promising young masters, plus one of the world’s first assassin, but in the face of that bright yellow figure, it still seems to be so small.
Thinking about Emperor Qing’s divine splendor that day, although the people in the carriage had managed to injure him, they still had a feeling that it was difficult to resist.
“There are no real gods in the world, and His Majesty has suffered more injuries than you and I.” Fan Xian’s indifferent words broke the atmosphere in the carriage that was like suffocation, “If I’m not wasted at this point, Thirteen isn’t crippled, and you’ve spat out three buckets of blood, the best option at this moment should actually be to kill your way back to Kyoto again.”
Haitang smiled slightly, thinking that only Fan Xian could come up with such a bold plan, her mind moved slightly, quietly looking at his pale face and asked, “How are your injuries?”
“More miserable than Thirteen, basically no chance of recovery.” Fan Xian very calmly recounted his injuries and said, “But I don’t care about that. Relying on fighting since I can’t beat His Majesty, just like a child who can’t beat someone in a fight, going to a relative who is bigger in their own block is the method that has been used for ages.”
Haitang temporarily did not understand the meaning of Fan Xian’s words, like a bright lake like eyes in the tiredness slightly convergence, calmly asked, “Palace in front of the square of those heavenly thunder …… do you know what it is?”
“It’s the boxes.” The corners of Fan Xian’s lips curled slightly, “It’s my chest, and probably both Bitter Lotus and Four Gu Swords have mentioned that chest to you as well. But don’t look at me like that, I don’t know whose hands the chest is in right now, and don’t think too horribly of the chest, if that was really a divine weapon, His Majesty would be more than just seriously injured right now, he would have died long ago.”
Haitang asked after a long period of silence, “There’s something I’ve always wondered about, since you and Emperor Qing are mutually restraining each other, and neither one of you refuses to let the Southern Celebration implode, why didn’t you choose to flee Kyoto and live in seclusion, but instead chose to make a move?”
Fan Xian was also silent for a long time, and the calmness in his eyes grew stronger as he said in a harmonious voice, “For one thing, I want to prove to His Majesty that I have the qualifications to negotiate with him on an equal footing, and then first of all, I need to have the courage to sit in front of him and talk to him. Secondly, quitting Kyoto and secluding myself is certainly a method, but His Majesty will not be willing to have me out of control. The most crucial thing is …… that I am not willing.”
He closed his eyes and said quietly, “I can choose to be like Ye Liuyun and Mr. Fei to drift out to sea and ignore the world from now on, minding how many people are going to die in the wars stretching out on this continent, but I’m not willing to …… no one can stop him, and then, in history, he’s bound to be right. ”
This is the truth that the king will be right, if no one can stop Emperor Qing, history will no longer leave any breath of Ye Qingmei, Chen Pingping will also be destined to become a vicious, unforgivable, and finally be lynched to death of the eunuchs.
Fan Xian was not willing that the wisp of soul from his homeland, the result of his efforts on this continent would be to turn into a white earth really clean, so he had to make the most courageous attempt.
“I always have to try once.” Fan Xian’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Even though I lose, at least I don’t have any regrets, and when I die in the future, I can always tell myself that I was finally brave for once in my life.”
The medicinal soup on the warming stove was faintly rattling, and a wisp of medicinal fragrance enveloped the carriage. Haitang looked at Fan Xian in a daze and asked softly, “So what do you do next?”
In today’s situation, Fan Xian had risen up to strike a thunderous blow but still failed, Emperor Qing was seriously injured and lying in the palace, but ultimately he was not dead, and with Qing’s powerful national strength still intact, no one could resist this lion head on. For Fan Xian, if he wants the emperor to keep the sincerity of fulfilling his promise, he can’t do anything to provoke the court of Qing, the road in front of Fan Xian right now seems to be the only way to stay hidden in a small mountain village and spend the rest of his life.
“I’m going to the temple, I wonder if you guys are interested.” Fan Xian was sincere in his invitation.
Wang Thirteen Lang’s eyes lit up, and Hai Tang Duo smiled after a slight shock and said, “Lord Wang has probably had a hard time on this journey, so I’ll go catch the car.”
“You know the way?” Fan Xian laughed and couldn’t help but cough twice more.
Haitang didn’t return his head, and smiled as he responded, “You mentioned some of it in Jiangnan back then, it should be in the north.”
From the fog crossing the river on the official road, the broadleaf forest beside the road gradually turned into a fine needle-like existence, in the company of the beautiful ice cream on the trees beside the road, the snow-covered road has been passable to the capital city of the Northern Qi court, Shangjing.
The dilapidated and rather vicissitudes of the city walls of Shangjing were also covered with a blanket of snow. Although nowadays the southern part of the Jiangnan area of the Southern Qing Dynasty must already be a warm day with spring buds sprouting, grass growing, and insects chirping, this year, however, the temperature has not been able to rise because of the continuous snowfalls in the territory of Beiqi, and the color white is still the main tone.
The bright yellow imperial umbrella is like a strange flower on the snow, opening on the ancient city of Shangjing, the sky snow drifts on the top of the umbrella, without making a sound. His Majesty the Emperor of Beiqi and his most favored Noble Consort Li, the two of them, wearing extremely luxurious furs, stood under the umbrella, standing before the countless eunuchs, palace ladies and ministers of the Beiqi court, quietly gazing at the road in front of the Upper Capital City.
Not waiting for long, an extremely unusual looking carriage slowly drove over from the intersection in the southwest direction. The gates of the Upper Capital City were opened wide, and a merchant-like procession marched out to meet it.
The Emperor of Northern Qi’s eyes were slightly narrowed as he placed his hands behind his back, his slightly white face carrying a touch of not-so-healthy redness as he looked at the carriage and couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh. This sigh was extremely suppressed, and no one could hear it except for Si Li Li beside him.
Si Li Li at this time is holding a tightly wrapped baby, lowered his head to organize the warm towel at the top of the baby’s head, suddenly heard this sound of sighing beside him, the pupils of his eyes look ghostly, raised his head and said softly, “Such cold weather, or …… let the sisters first hold the red beans and rice to go down? ”
Between the eleventh and twelfth year of the Qingli calendar, the Northern Qi court had maintained an extremely rare repression and stoicism with regards to the unpredictable situation in the south, and had only helped Fan Xian stabilize the situation in the city of Dongyi a bit through the large army mobilized by Shangsugi Hu. The key reason why the court of Northern Qi did not take advantage of the great opportunity for Emperor Qing and Fan Xian’s father and son to turn against each other and seek greater benefits is that since last fall, the Emperor of Northern Qi has contracted a serious illness, and Mr. Qingshan Mupeng, who was released by the Southern Qing Dynasty and returned to the upper capital city, has not been able to cure him for a while, and His Majesty has been lying on his deathbed for several months, and has rarely met with his ministers, let alone exerting efforts to run his country.
The Empress Dowager was basically in charge of the government, and the Emperor of Beiqi was sick for several months. Luckily, the people of Beiqi were most worried about the royal bloodline, but in this year, there was finally good news, and His Majesty’s favorite Concubine Li became pregnant and successfully gave birth to a princess.
Perhaps because of this good news, His Majesty the Emperor of Beiqi has gradually recovered from his illness, and the people of Beiqi are all overjoyed. Although Consort Li gave birth to a child who is not a prince, thousands of people thought that His Majesty is still young, and as long as there is a beginning, he can naturally continue to give birth to children in the future.
This small princess of Beiqi’s name has not been taken, and the Emperor of Beiqi and Li Guifei privately but to the child of this powder carving jade general took a nickname, called to do the red beans rice, although this little name is really hard to listen to, big loss of dignity of the Royal Family, caused the palace eunuchs and courtesans quite a lot of discussion, but ultimately, or so called down.
Hearing Si Li Li’s words, the Emperor of Northern Qi frowned with some boredom, glanced back at the daughter in her arms, and said with a slight anger: “These little people are really troublesome enough.”
Si Li Li’s face remained unchanged, but in her heart she was all smiles, secretly thinking that the red beans and rice in her arms had really caused a great deal of trouble for his majesty, but fortunately everything had passed smoothly. Suddenly she sadly looked at her own abdomen, her body appeared bloated, pretending to be a woman in labor, but in the end, there is no seed in her own belly.
She knew very well why his majesty braved the cold today and also carried the princess up to the city wall to see this carriage, because after that carriage entered the territory of Beiqi, it was connected to the court of Beiqi, and both the emperor of Beiqi and she knew clearly where that carriage would go next, and …… no one was optimistic that they would still be able to come back, and his majesty probably …… just wants that man from the south to be able to see this child with his own eyes before he leaves, right?
On the official road not far outside the walls of the Shangjing city, it was a different scene. The lone carriage and the Shangjing city out of the line of merchants connected, Fan Xian wrapped in thick fur clothing, rare out of the carriage, staring blankly at the young man in front of him, the heart gives birth to ten thousand feelings, for a time the eyes are actually a little wet, but can not say what to say.
From the spring of the fourth year of the Qingli to today, a flash of eight years have passed, in front of Fan Si Zhe, has been from that year, full of small pockmarks, annoying children, into a mature and stable, quite a big business style of young people. Fan Xian at this moment, suddenly gave birth to the illusion that he was already old, walked forward and hugged his brother tightly, without saying too many words.
The two brothers did not spend much time together, but Fan Xian never less than his advice and teachings, letters are never broken, he knows how hard it is for a brother to fight alone in Northern Qi, but as the saying goes, if you don’t cut the jade, you can’t make it, and he must be willing to endure.
“Brother.” Fan Si Zhe looked at his elder brother whom he had not met for a long time, and thought about those things that happened in Kyoto in the south, and then thought that his elder brother was about to embark on a road of no return that the world thought, and couldn’t help but feel sadness from it, and cried out, and said, “My father and mother are all in Tanyu, and my grandma is not in good health nowadays, and if you just go like this, what are we going to do?”
“This dead, broken child!” Fan Xian’s heart warmed slightly, but he coughed and scolded with a laugh, “Speaking as if I’m going to die. Tanyu state side father will naturally take care of, if you have time, you can also go back to take a look, on behalf of me to do my filial piety ……” said this section, he sighed, did not say anything else. Fan Si Zhe was actually also clear that in the current situation, it was no longer possible for his elder brother to return to Tanyu State, because it was impossible for His Majesty to allow him to live.
“Have you prepared the things you were asked to prepare all these years?” Fan Xian was unwilling to fall into such sadness when his brothers met, and forcibly changed the subject, saying with a straight face, “This trip is treacherous, and I don’t know what I’ll be facing, so those things I asked you to prepare are used to save my life, so you can’t be a treacherous merchant.”
This joke is not funny, Fan Si Zhe naturally could not laugh, buzzing his voice answered, those things are in the caravan, the caravan to always follow Fan Xian out of the North Gate Tian Guan, at this time naturally do not need to take out.
The two brothers left the caravan, and then carefully talked for a while, nothing more than about Tanyuzhou, about Kyoto, about their parents, about their grandmother, about Ruo Ruo and sister-in-law’s nephew.
When they were about to part, the two brothers returned to the side of the caravan, Fan Si Zhe thought of a thing, frowned slightly, personally carried out a heavy urn from a carriage, carried it to Fan Xian’s body, and asked doubtfully: ”This is the great hall from the city of Dongyi to send over, said that it is something you have been instructed not to forget, what exactly is it? It’s so heavy …… I didn’t dare to open it and look at it.”
Fan Xian’s expression suddenly stared, then smiled slightly, knowing that with his own physical strength he could only hold such a heavy altar, waved his hand toward the carriage, and said to Wang Thirteen Lang, who had come down, “Come on, since you have some air in your right bladder, hurry up and hold your master, your master is too heavy for me to hold.”
At these words, everyone near the caravan froze, as for Fan Si Zhe who was holding that urn, his face couldn’t help but change, how could he think that what he was holding was actually the ashes of the Four Gu Swords, which was the remains of a great master ah!
Wang Thirteen Lang’s face also changed, carefully receiving the urn as if he were holding a precious treasure, he returned to the carriage without saying a word. Fan Xian couldn’t help but grunt in his heart as he watched this scene, secretly wondering if he was going to have to stay with the dead every day on this journey.
“Why?” Wang XIII Lang suddenly poked his face out of the carriage and asked with a slight frown.
“Your master gave instructions that if I’m going to the temple, I must hold him with me.” Fan Xian shrugged his shoulders hopelessly.
Looking at the caravan that had already gradually departed and slowly left, kneeling in the snow to see off his elder brother, Fan Si Zhe, a sense of disappointment and sadness that was hard to hide suddenly arose in the eyes of Si Li Li on the city’s head, she turned her head to look at the Emperor of Beiqi and said quietly, “Why is it that he refuses to enter the capital?”
Beiqi Emperor’s face was calm, hands behind his back, silent for a moment and said: “Since he has a bet with Emperor Qing, naturally, he must be willing to accept the loss of the bet, and refused to be used by me, how could he enter the city? This trip to the temple, he let the Fan family’s oldest two prepare for so long, I think there is also a certain amount of success, you do not worry too much.”
“But why didn’t Duo come to say a few words to us?”
“Her current status is that of Fan Xian’s friend, and this must be understood by the entire world.” After the Emperor finished saying this, a flash of an extremely complicated look flashed across the pupils of his eyes, and he was about to turn around and leave the city, when at that very moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, giving birth to a faint contentment.
On the caravan that was leaving under the city, Fan Xian was seen waving this way, a smile on his face. The Emperor of Beiqi smiled faintly, and was about to wave in response, but suddenly realized that something was not quite right, and forced his arm down, only to sigh inwardly.
Fan Xian put down his hand, sat back in the carriage, looked at Wang Xulang who hugged the ashes of the Four Gu Swords without letting go for a moment, and Haitang who was leaning against the window to look at the scenery of his homeland, and said to himself in his heart, women, brothers, goodbye. Goodbye often means never to see each other again, but Fan Xian does not think so, all the people under the sky who know his plan think that he is a madman, and think that it is impossible for him to come out of the temple alive, but …… he does not believe this, because Ye Qingmei can, and he can too.