Chapter 149 – The Strongest, Human Name!

When Fan Xian decided to cross the narrow passage under the snowy mountain again, the trio broke out into one of the most heated arguments they had had since their rendezvous at the Misty River. The quarrel stemmed from a difference of opinion amongst themselves, all three of them knew very well why Fan Xian must return to the temple again, but Haitang and Wang XIII Lang knew even better that this was a great adventure, it was not easy for everyone to escape from the temple, that blind master who had struck out at Fan Xian for some unknown reason did not kill him outright, but if Fan Xian went back once again, who knew what would greet him?

Both Haitang and Wang XIII Lang were worried about Fan Xian’s life and death, because a fact that made them slightly moody was that the divine temple didn’t seem to care about the life and death of their own duo, but only attempted to keep Fan Xian inside that temple forever.

I don’t know whether it was summer or fall, but the winds and snow in the far north were gradually blowing again, and the air was filled with an increasingly palpitating cold. Wrapped in a thick fur collar, Haitang opened those bright but tired eyes and sincerely persuaded Fan Xian, “This way for months, in fact, Thirteen Lang and I have done nothing, and can’t help you with anything, but we can’t just stand by and watch you go to your death.”

Fan Xian’s right hand tightly gripped a wooden stick to help him walk, listening to Haitang’s words but not reacting in the slightest, his face was calm.

“I think we should return south as soon as possible, whether it’s to the Upper Capital City or back to Dong Yi, the Green Mountain lineage or the disciples of the Sword Lodge, bring them back to the temple for a second look, I’m sure there’s a better chance of rescuing that master.” Wang Thirteen Lang was not clear about the real relationship between Five Bamboos and Fan Xian, but knew that Fan Xian cared a lot about that Grandmaster, only that he couldn’t figure out why that Grandmaster didn’t even have the slightest bit of courage to break the formation under the divine temple’s pressure, and would even stab Fan Xian.

Wang Xulang’s suggestion was actually sound, since Fan Xian knew the way to the temple and had been preparing for it for a number of years, together with the experience he had gained from this time, once he returned to the south, he would come north again in the future and bring along some powerful helpers, which would not be a difficult thing to do.

However, when Fan Xian heard Wang Xulang’s words, his eyes narrowed, and the coldness was like the temperature in the air, directly shrouding the faces of his partners beside him, and he said, word by word, slowly but exceptionally firmly: “Don’t forget the oath you made before entering the snowy plains, except for you and me, the whereabouts of the temple cannot be made known to anyone else in the world!”

Wang Thirteen Lang’s face changed slightly, but he shut his mouth, because this was originally what he and Haitang had promised Fan Xian. It was just that he wasn’t sure why Fan Xian had the courage to explore the temple again, but seemed to be endlessly fearful and nervous about the possibility of the temple’s whereabouts being passed into the world.

“Thirteen help me up the mountain, so you stop at the bottom of the snowy mountain and find a way to bring Da Er and the others and move the camp over here.” Fan Xian withdrew his gaze from the snowy mountains towering into the sky, his pupils slightly moist, looking at Haitang wrapped in her leather jacket, and said softly, “You wait for us to come back at the camp.”

“I’m not going to follow along on the mountain?” Haitang’s face, which was exposed outside the fur, was flushed and said with slight surprise.

“Earlier you guys said that this trip to the temple didn’t help much.” Fan Xian smiled self-deprecatingly and said, “Actually, without you guys, I would have died in the ice and snow long ago, so don’t say such things again in the future. This time, I’m going up the mountain to deal with my uncle, and neither you nor Thirteen actually have any way to make any impact on this battle.”

He said with a slight apology, “This is a bit rude to say, but as you all know, that uncle of mine is indeed too powerful.”

Haitang and Wang XIII Lang didn’t say anything. Fan Xian continued calmly, “If I didn’t need someone to support me, I wouldn’t even want to bring Thirteen. Later on, the two of us will go up the mountain, you will wait at the bottom of the mountain and prepare to receive it, once things get out of hand, we will leave the mountain in light clothes …… However, there is no need to worry too much, according to the temple’s rules, except for me, as long as you guys leave the temple’s range, they won’t take the initiative to attack.”

“If it’s a pick up, how long do I have to wait for you guys at the bottom of the mountain?” Haitang’s eyes pale light flowed, faintly asked, but his heart was flooded with a different taste, in this wind and snow shrouded mountain temple wilderness, human force appeared to be so weak, compared to it, or Fan Xian’s brain is more worthy of relying on something.

“Three days …… and Thirteen will be responsible for contacting you if I let you all leave …… ” Fan Xian’s eyes suddenly developed a faintly sad look, like a weak teenager, “You must leave immediately, or at least …… inform my wife and children …… of what has happened to me.”

Haitang and Wang Thirteen Lang fell into silence at the same time.

The more they went to the mountains, instead, the less wind and snow there was, the temple that was deep in the mountains, hidden by the vault of the sky and the ice and snow was just above. The second time he came to visit, he was already an old friend, so he naturally knew the old path, Fan Xian supported the wooden stick with one hand, and held Wang Thirteen Lang’s shoulder with the other, and with immense difficulty, he climbed up the snowy mountain, and it didn’t take long before he came to the ghostly straight green stone path.

Wang Thirteen Lang’s back was carrying a large urn, which looked very heavy, but it was just that in the past few months, Thirteen Lang had been polishing his body and mind in the extremely cold snow and ice, and his mental will was strong to the extreme, so he didn’t care about this kind of burden at all. Fan Xian looked at his figure, his eyes brightened slightly, then immediately converged, coughing twice before saying, “Even if we want to bury your master in the temple and fulfill his last orders, we must still make this trip.”

Wang Thirteen Lang was silent for a moment before saying, “There is no need to set my mind at rest, if it’s just for this matter, I’ll be fine coming alone, you seem to have inherently offended the gods in the temple, following you all the way will make it much more dangerous for me instead.”

Fan Xian laughed and scolded, “You heartless thing.”

“Master’s last order was to scatter his ashes on these green stone steps ……,” Wang Thirteen Lang suddenly sighed, looking at the green stone steps in front of him that towered straight up into the sky.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment but then shook his head, “Lord Sword Saint thought that this was the realm of the gods, so he was willing to put it on these green stone steps, you and I have both been in the temple, so we naturally know that it’s not a realm of the gods, and now you’re still prepared to do what he wanted?”

“Then what should we do?”

“Go on your back and stay and listen to me.”

From that snowy night a few years ago, just fresh out of the hut, Wang Thirteen Lang was sent to South Qing by his master, Four Gu Swords, and sent to Fan Xian’s side, he got used to listening to Fan Xian’s words, although Fan Xian regarded him as a friend, but Thirteen Lang definitely didn’t have too much of the self-consciousness of being a companion, maybe it was because of the laziness to think about too many complicated things, or maybe it was because of the dedication of his heart to serving the sword, he gave all those things that required the waste of his head to Fan Xian, so when Fan Xian At this time, he said that he would listen to him, so Wang Thirteen Lang naturally listened to him, carrying the heavy urn, holding up the injured Fan Xian, step by step, he climbed towards the snowy mountains.

Don’t know how long to climb, the long green stone steps finally reached the end, the gray eaves and black walls, solemn and magnificent temple, once again displayed in the eyes of the earthly mortal son. Although it was already the second time he had come, but witnessing the true appearance of the temple, Wang XIII Lang still couldn’t stop feeling a vague stirring of emotions.

Fan Xian’s mood was very calm, he only had some agitation in his chest, and coughed violently, the sound of coughing disrespectfully spread all over the large platform in front of the temple, and spread far and wide in the mountains and snowy valleys.

Wang Thirteen Lang nervously glanced at him, thinking that since he was here to steal people, he had to be a bit self-conscious about picking flowers, why was he so wanton, like he was afraid that the temple didn’t know that there were people outside in general.

Fan Xian coughed for a long time, coughed his body bent into a shrimp, nearly cracked the wound in the chest and abdomen, and then slowly straightened up, straight back, pupils of the eyes shrinking, coldly looking at the temple above the large plaque, as well as the plaque that the word do not, as well as the three M’s, to maintain a palpitating silence.

The divine temple of course knew that someone had come outside, and must have known at this moment that the target he was bent on obliterating one, Ye Qingmei’s son, the divine realm’s fellow traveler Fan Xian, had also arrived outside the temple. What makes Fan Xian feel slightly uneasy is that the silence of the temple at this moment seems a bit weird, and he can’t help but associate it with Uncle Wu Zhu’s deliberately merciful stab ……

Not being silent for long, Fan Xian’s lips twitched slightly for a moment as he stared at the temple’s thick, dark-colored door, took a deep breath, and grimly spat out a single word: “Smash!”

Knowing the whereabouts of the temple of the mortals are very few, to the temple of the people is even fewer, at least in the last few hundred years, probably only the West that the Bore Archmage and the East of the bitter lotus Sean once came, is even Bore his wife Vopova have not had the opportunity to come to the temple of the travel tour. In people’s imagination, no matter who comes to the temple, must always be some respect is, absolutely no one would think that today, but some people want to smash the door of the temple.

Breaking and entering, this is the rogue’s way, although the temple this thick door will not smash to say, but at least Fan Xian’s this word, has already represented that he is not afraid to anger the temple, probably because he knows that the temple is a dead thing, does not exist in human beings should be happy, angry, sad and joyful.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Thirteen Lang stifled a grunt and single-handedly lifted the ashes urn of the Four Gu Swords to his side, his body’s true qi running rampant in a longitudinal manner, and with a whoosh, he smashed the brown ashes urn over viciously!

Only heard a snap, the urn in the temple’s thick door was smashed into smithereens, shaking up countless smoke and dust, occasionally there are a few pieces of unburnt bone fragments fly out!

The powdery mist that the ashes bloomed into gradually dispersed, and the thick main door of the temple wasn’t smashed, only a deep trace appeared, looking a bit bleak, and what was especially piercing was that next to that trace, a piece of bone blade was deeply embedded into the door.

It was like a sword.

Wang Xulang’s lips were a little slightly dry, his eyes staring dead at that piece of bone blade, thinking to himself that even if the master had died, the original skeleton that remained was still so sword-like.

This was naturally a feeling of perplexity that arose from being a disciple, but as Wang XIII Lang watched the ashes of the Four Gu Swords scattered like this on the main entrance of the temple, on the stone platform, for some reason, his mood was agitated, and the last trace of fear and nervousness within his heart ran away to who knows where.

Fan Xian suddenly said with a sandy laugh, “If your master knew that his bones could still smash the temple’s main door once, I’m only afraid that his soul would have to fly around happily ……”

These two young men understood the mind of the Four Gu Swords very well, so by smashing this urn of ashes on the temple door, they knew that it must be very much in line with the thoughts of that great master who pierced the heavens and caved in the earth.

Wang Xulang finally laughed out loud as well.

At this moment, the only thing to consider was that since the temple’s door had already been smashed, the temple had to have some reaction. Wang Thirteen Lang took the wooden stick from Fan Xian’s hand, sunk slightly at the waist, stared at the temple’s door, and began to make preparations for a tiger strike.

Fan Xian, however, raised his right hand and stopped him, his face smiling, quietly waiting for the temple’s reaction. His heart had long since gotten rid of anything to do with fear and gain or loss. Haitang and Wang Thirteen Lang thought that it was risky for him to go to the temple again, but he didn’t think so, because regarding the temple, he had missed the calculation once, and he almost died, but he didn’t think that he would miss the calculation again this time, after all, nowadays the temple, there is only the five bamboos uncle this one action force, as long as he can wake up the five bamboos, the temple… …what was it?

The temple’s response was quick, the heavy door only opened a fraction, and a strange and terrifying black light shadow floated out from inside, like a black lightning bolt, or like a flash of night arriving, instantly traversing the interval of space and time, and arriving in front of Fan Xian.

Cloth-clothed and black-belted, holding a brazier in his hand, a brazier stabbed out, whistling and cracking the air, no one could stop such a terrifying strike.

Fan Xian couldn’t, Wang Thirteen Lang couldn’t, not even if the Four Gu Swords were alive, not to mention that the Four Gu Swords between the three of them at this time was nothing more than a few pieces of broken bone and a field of residual ash.

However, that iron sword without the slightest emotion, just a cold iron will be stabbed in front of Fan Xian’s body, and then it will come to an abrupt end!

What kind of terrifying strength was it to return to absolute calmness at such a fast speed?

Fan Xian, however, quietly looked at this familiar relative, unfamiliar supreme powerhouse, the temple’s messenger guard, and said, “Are you curious?”

I don’t know whether it was because Five Bamboo recognized that this mortal in front of him was the very target that the divine temple needed to remove that day, or whether it was because Fan Xian uttered such a sentence that seemed too strange, but in any case, Five Bamboo’s brazier didn’t pierce out, and just stayed in front of Fan Xian’s throat.

The tip of the brazier wasn’t very sharp, nor was it mixed with any trembling majestic true qi, it just steadily maintained a distance that seemed to be touching the cartilage of Fan Xian’s throat, and only needed a shake of the fingers of the person holding the brazier for Fan Xian’s throat to be ruptured and he would die.

Wang Thirteen Lang watched this scene nervously from the sidelines, he finally believed Fan Xian’s words, in front of this strange cloth-clad sect master, no one could help Fan Xian in any way, and the only one who could help Fan Xian was still himself after all.

Fan Xian was as if he couldn’t see the brazier under his jaws, he just looked at Uncle Wu Zhu who was close to him, smiled gently, and spoke softly, “I know you’re curious.”

“You’re curious as to why that day, when you knew I wasn’t dead, you preferred to go against your instinctive obedience to the old man of the temple and release me from the temple.” Fan Xian’s eyes were slightly lowered, his gaze gentle.

“You’re curious as to who I am, and why you obviously don’t have any memories of my existence, yet you feel familiar and close when you look at me.” Fan Xian’s eyes were clear.

“You’re even more curious about how I dodged your sure-fire stab that day, how you’re a messenger of the temple, and I’m a mortal of the world, a target that the temple must remove, and why I know you so well ……,” Fan Xian said slowly, looking at Uncle Wuzhu’s indifferent face.

“Of course, please believe me, there is no one else in this world who knows better than I what your greatest curiosity is at this time.”

“What you are curious about is why you have this feeling of familiarity and closeness, and what you are most curious about is why …… you are curious!”

Seven consecutive sentences about curiosity were spat out from Fan Xian’s thin, pale lips, without a single block, without a single line of hesitation; there was just a spurt of questions, pressed step by step, and there was just a direct pointing of each sentence to the cold heart that was covered by the black cloth.

After finishing his seven sentences, Fan Xian felt a sudden exhaustion hit his body and couldn’t help but cough twice!

When he finished coughing, his eyes were brighter, and the hope in his heart was stronger, because no one knew that when Uncle Wuzhu’s brazier was so close to the cartilage of his throat, he would bleed out on the spot if he moved even by a hair’s breadth, not to mention coughing violently.

The reason why he didn’t die after coughing was naturally because the brazier in Wuzhu’s hand was precise to an unimaginable degree, moving forward and backward along with Fan Xian’s body’s trembling movement – a snail’s pace device in a split second of time, which was really powerful!

Wang Thirteen Lang began to stare intently at Wu Zhu’s hand, and when he realized that he could not change anything in front of this strange blind man, he began to watch Fan Xian’s body nervously, and when Fan Xian coughed, his heart was half-cooled, however, immediately after that, he discovered that Fan Xian was still alive, a fact that made him not help but admire Fan Xian to the extreme, and also finally understood Fan Xian’s confidence when he defied his own and Hai Tang’s objections at the bottom of the snowy mountain and exactly where it came from.

But was Fan Xian really not the least bit nervous, not the least bit worried about being killed by this blind man in front of him who was covered in a black cloth? Wang Xulang didn’t believe it, because he clearly saw that Fan Xian’s hands behind his back had been trembling slightly.

Then Wang Thirteen Lang took a few slight steps back in the direction of the green stone steps, pulling away from the two of them; he saw Fan Xian’s gesture, and was also worried that his presence would not ruin Fan Xian’s arrangement and cause that blind master to undergo a mutation.

Fan Xian’s mood didn’t completely relax, and he stared intently at the black cloth over Uncle Wu Zhu’s eyes, trying to see from the other man’s expression the questions that were turning back and forth in his mind. However, after a few moments, he realized that it was all in vain, because Uncle Five Bamboo’s face was still as indifferent as ever, and the aura between his brows was still as unfamiliar as ever.

It wasn’t that being cold all the time could be called familiar, and Five Bamboo had only smiled at Fan Xian a few times in his life, yet at this moment, the indifference of Five Bamboo in front of the temple was truly unfamiliar.

Fan Xian’s heart sank slightly, and his body sank with it, sitting down rather naturally, right in the shallow snow in front of the temple door of the shrine, not caring at all about the brazier on his throat that could kill him at any moment.

Amazingly enough, Gojutsu sat down with it, right in front of the temple’s doorway, all alone, as if blocking out all the prying eyes of the world, the thousand-year whistling wind and snow.

The brazier still stretched out flat in Wuzhu’s hand, as steady as his own little arm, resting on Fan Xian’s throat, so that perhaps he wouldn’t feel tired even if he held it up like this for ten thousand years.

But Fan Xian felt tired, especially since Uncle Wu Zhu sat indifferently but never spoke, perhaps there was some warmth in that heart in this cold body, yet it never warmed up, a fact that made Fan Xian feel tired, and he wondered if he would ever be able to awaken this dearest of kin.

His life is the most adept at heart war, the most outstanding two battles are naturally against Haitang and the emperor’s old man, Haitang is ultimately defeated in his hands, and powerful if the Qing Emperor, but also in Fan Xian’s mind entangled in the heart of peace, even if it is the father and the son of the antagonism, but also let the emperor’s majesty heart wounds everywhere, and want to be shattered and rested.

This time, going up to the temple again, trying to wake up Uncle Five Bamboo, without a doubt, is a most authentic battle of the heart, however, it is also the most difficult battle of the heart in Fan Xian’s life, because Uncle Five Bamboo is not a mortal, from body to mind, he is not a mortal, he is a legend, he is icy cold, he is a program, and the most crucial thing is that, he has forgotten everything, forgetting both himself and his mother… …

Five Bamboos fell into an everlasting silence, moreover Fan Xian’s attempts brought unfathomable difficulties, without dialog, how can one know the changes in the other party’s thinking, how to take advantage of the opportunity to enter, and point straight to the heart? How can one read the other person’s expression and observe their color? But what expression had Uncle Wuzhu ever had in his life?

“You’ve been whitewashed.” After a long period of silence, Fan Xian sighed with great sadness, “You’re still a legend of the temple, obviously you’re higher than that old man in the temple, why are you still being whitewashed?”

In Fan Xian’s opinion, Uncle Wu Zhu, who had feelings and self-thought and self-awareness, was originally a living human being, naturally much more advanced than that old man in the temple who controlled everything but still only knew to follow the four laws of shit, it just seemed that the temple had a kind of method of controlling the emissaries who went out from then on that no one knew about, or else Wu Zhu wouldn’t have turned into a machine that didn’t have a human flavor.

Though Five Bamboos didn’t have too much human flavor back then either.

“My name is Fan Xian, I said it the other day, and even though you’ve forgotten it, I want to tell you a story, a story that has something to do with you, and something to do with me, and I hope that you’ll be able to remember something. Of course, even if you remember, maybe you won’t be able to break that shackle on your mind, but we always have to try.”

“At least you don’t want to kill me, that’s probably something in your instincts, pretty good isn’t it?” Fan Xian looked down the straight iron brazier at Uncle Five Bamboo’s icy face, and tried to smile, but nearly cried out, forcing himself to take a deep breath, calming his inner emotions, and then began, “A long time ago, there was a rather pretty-looking little girl who lived with you in this temple, do you still remember that?”

The tip of the brazier in Five Bamboo’s steady, motionless hand moved in and out, marvelously, as Fan Xian took deep breaths, yet it remained attached to Fan Xian’s throat, just as the quivering of his throat as he spoke was accompanied by the displacement of the brazier, only that this movement was extremely tiny, so small as to be unreadable even to the naked eye.

Fan Xian also ignored just how much Uncle Wuzhu remembered, and calmly and sincerely continued to recount the story related to Wuzhu, the little girl who had escaped the temple with him, how they had gone to Dongyi City together, met an idiot, did something, then went to Tanyu, met a bunch of idiots plus a eunuch-idiot, and then the things… …

The snow in the sky slowly drifted, bringing an ineffable feeling of holiness and sadness around the temple. That old man in the temple was, perhaps through wordlessness, constantly urging the Five Bamboos to act. Whereas Fan Xian’s sometimes coughing, sometimes silent, unusually hoarse and tired voice was like a completely opposite command, making the five bamboos maintain their immediate posture and sit motionless at the entrance of the temple.

Gradually white snow covered the bodies of the two men, Five Bamboo obviously leaning a little closer to the eaves of the temple, but with a little more snow accumulating on his body, perhaps because of his body’s lower temperature.

The weather was getting colder and colder, the snow on Fan Xian’s body melted and flowed downward along with his leather jacket, the coldness seeped into his body and made his coughing more frequent, however, his words were not interrupted in the slightest, still more than intermittently recounting the past, everything about Five Bamboo’s past.

“The picture on that carriage always seems to be rewinding ……” Fan Xian coughed twice and wiped the snot that had already turned into ice shavings with the corner of his sleeve, although he was in a sorry state, the brightness in his eyes didn’t diminish in the slightest, and he knew that this battle of the heart was the battle against the temple’s control over Uncle Wuzhu. Combat, he did not have the slightest room to relax.

“In Tanyu you opened a grocery store, but business wasn’t very good, it was often closed, and you always had a cold face, so of course no one wanted to take care of your business.”

Fan Xian smiled somewhat sourly, and continued in a hoarse voice, “Of course, I was willing to take care of your business, even though I was still young at the time, but you often prepared some good wine for me to drink.”

Saying that, Fan Xian himself seemed to have gone back to his childhood days after he was reborn, although life in Tanyuzhou seemed a bit boring at that time, and his grandmother treated him with kindness in strictness, refusing to relax on his homework, and the people of Tanyuzhou City didn’t let him have a chance to kill big time, and he was just desperately practicing the Hegemony Kung Fu Technique, following Mr. Fei to dig up corpses all over the place, and trying hard to memorize the regulations of the Supervisory Academy’s House as well as its executive rules, and also to prevent being assassinated ……

However, those were after all the happiest days of Fan Xian’s two lifetimes, not just because the sea breeze in Tanyuzhou was refreshing and the camellias filled the mountains, which were extremely beautiful, or because of Sister Dong’er’s gentleness, or the four maids’ dainty and lovely manners, but the biggest reason was because of the grocery store, the icy cold, blind, teenage servant in the grocery store, the yellow flowers on the cliffs, and education under the stick.

As Fan Xian recounted the story, he was a bit mesmerized, thinking of the time when he went to the grocery store as a child to steal wine to drink, and Uncle Wu Zhu would always cut radish shreds for himself to drink, not caring how old he was, and the corners of his lips couldn’t help but flutter with a hint of warmth.

Temple door in front of the green stone ground after millions of years of frost and ice, but is still so smooth, used as a chopping board, although a little bit too hard, but also has some crunchy strength.

Knife like flying, but a few moments of work, a frozen crunchy radish, was sliced into the thickness of the radish is extremely consistent shredded, flat on the green stone ground.

While Fan Xian did not speak during the shredding of the radish, Wu Zhu inclined his head, looking calmly at the knife and the radish in Fan Xian’s hand through the black cloth, as if he did not understand what was happening in front of him.

Cutting the radish in front of the temple, if Fan Xian could survive, it must have been the most arrogant thing he had ever done in his life, more arrogant than jumping off the Imperial City to kill Qin Ye, more arrogant than rushing into the Imperial Palace and slapping the old Empress Dowager in the face, more arrogant even than entering the Palace with a single sword and assassinating the Emperor’s son!

However, Five Bamboos still didn’t seem to remember anything, and was only curious about this boring move of Fan Xian’s. Fan Xian lowered his head, sighed, and threw the cleaver aside, pointing at the shredded radish in front of him, and said in a bland tone, “Back then, you always thought that my shredded radish was not cut well, so how do you think I cut it now?”

Five Bamboos squared his head back and remained indifferent without saying a word. Fan Xian’s heart grew thick and cold, he suddenly felt whether he was doing something useless, no matter what he did, it was impossible to wake up Uncle Five Bamboo, who was already dead and would never come back to life again?

The sky and the earth were cold, the temple was cold, yet Fan Xian felt as if he had never felt it until this moment, and shivered all over his body.

He suddenly clenched his teeth so hard that a trail of blood oozed out from his lips, and he stared at Five Bamboos in death and anger for a long time before his emotions subsided and he growled grimly, ”I don’t believe this! Don’t you pretend for me! I know you remember!”

“I know you remember!” Fan Xian’s voice was hoarse to the core, the continuous talking had taken a toll on his vocal cords, “I don’t believe that you’ve forgotten all those years together above the cliff, I don’t believe that you’ve forgotten that that night, when talking about the suitcase, when talking about old mom, you laughed. Have you forgotten?”

“What about that rainy night? You tricked Hong Si Itchy out of the palace, and later bragged to me that you could kill him …… We stole the key back and opened the chest, and you laughed again.” Fan Xian coughed violently and scolded, “You obviously can laugh, what are you acting like a dead head here?”

Five Bamboos remained motionless, as did the brazier in his hand, stabbing at Fan Xian’s throat. The snow was also still falling coldly, and no movement could be heard in front of the temple except for Fan Xian’s voice.

Gradually, the light of day dimmed, perhaps it was already night, perhaps it was just the clouds thickening, but the snow above Fan Xian’s head stopped.

Rustling sounds rang out, and Wang Thirteen Lang, his head full of sweat, set up a small spare tent behind Fan Xian’s back, then pushed it over his head, covering his entire body, and it just so happened that the door of the tent was between Fan Xian and Five Bamboos, and didn’t bother to ruffle the stabilizing brazier.

The snow was heavy, and Wang Thirteen Lang was worried about Fan Xian’s health, so he had previously gone through all the trouble of rushing back to the camp as fast as he could to take such a small tent to keep the snow off of him, so it was no wonder he was so out of breath.

Fan Xian may or may not have known, for he was just staring at Wu Zhu with disoriented or disoriented eyes, unblinking, desperately trying to speak in an unpleasantly raspy voice. Fan Xian was not a chatterbox, yet he had only said a little more this day than he had in his entire life.

After Wang Xulang had done all this, he glanced at the strange duo at the entrance of the temple with a complicated look, and once again sat down on the snow-covered lapis lazuli steps.

There were really three fools who could only do such a foolish thing.

A day and a night passed.

The iron brazier in Wuzhu’s hand stayed at Fan Xian’s throat for a day and a night, and it seemed that even he himself didn’t know why he didn’t want to kill this mortal in front of him, who talked a lot.

Fan Xian kept talking and talking for a day and a night, it seemed that even he didn’t know, his spittle had long since dried up, the food and water that Wang Thirteen Lang had handed over had all been put to one side, the spittle dried and was born again, his vocal cords were extremely hoarse after the damage, and even the spittle that he finally brought with him was stained with powdered sound, his throat began to bleed, his voice began to be so hard to hear that he couldn’t hear the meaning clearly, and the speed of his speech was already slower than that of an old man on the verge of dying.

Wang Thirteen Lang had been listening to this pair of strange people for a day and a night, and he had begun to listen extremely attentively, for in Fan Xian’s bloody and tearful complaint to Five Bamboos, he had heard the truth about many of the continent’s stormy days, he had learned about many of the characters who had made the waves and waves, and he had learned even more about Fan Xian’s childhood as well as his life as a teenager.

However, when Fan Xian began to repeat his biography for the third time, taking out his kitchen knife for the fourth time and gesturing to cut radish shreds in an attempt to get Five Bamboos to remember something, Wang Thirteen Lang couldn’t bear to listen to it any longer.

He hugged his knees and sat down beside the green stone steps, looking at those strange and beautiful lights and shadows in the distance of the snowy mountain ranges, his fingers subconsciously gathering the scattered ashes and ash traces beside him in one place, the remains of the Four Gu Swords.

When Haitang walked to the entrance of the temple, what she saw was such a scene, she saw three idiots, Wang Thirteen Lang was sitting in a daze on the green stone steps playing with his master’s ashes, Fan Xian was sitting at the entrance of a small tent like a small statue of a countryside god, and kept using a hoarse and unpleasant voice to talk about the contents of heaven’s book which was generally vague and difficult to understand, while Wu Zhu was stretching out his iron brazier, not moving, like a statue. A statue, and this statue is covered with white snow, without a trace of vitality.

The brazier was stretched out between Wuzhu and Fan Xian, as if separating two very different, inaccessible worlds.

Whether it was stabbed out or withdrawn, perhaps everyone in the field would feel much better, but it was such a cold and stable thing that stretched across between the two of them, causing endless sorrow and pain.

One person can not bear to go, the person who is not bear to go but still do not understand, the most painful thing in the world is nothing more than this, nothing more than not understanding.

With just one look, Haitang knew what had happened in this day and night, an unquenchable sourness surging through her heart, and it was not until today that she was certain that there were always many things that were more important to Fan Xian than his life.

“He’s gone mad.” Haitang stared blankly at the obviously inauspicious blush on Fan Xian’s face, listening to his hoarse, slow, muffled voice, and looking at the blood-colored spittle that was haloed on the white snow on Wuzhu’s body, her heart stabbed inwardly for a moment.

Wang Thirteen Lang stood up with unusual difficulty, looking at her in silence for a moment before saying, “It’s all madness, or else why didn’t you listen to him and come up here?”

“I just felt that since he was going to die, I had to watch him die as well.” Haitang glanced at Wang XIII Lang and said with a slightly lowered head.

“He can’t hold it for long, originally his injury has never healed, and that day he was stabbed with a penetrating wound and lost a lot of blood, even if he wants to return south through the ice field, it’s still an extremely difficult thing to do, not to mention the fact that he’s so unloving of his own life, and he has to come up here to try it out.” Wang Xulang turned around and stood side by side with Haitang, looking at Fan Xian who, if he knew nothing about it, if he didn’t realize it, still kept trying to wake up Five Bamboos, and said calmly, “He has been talking for a whole day and night, and he has also been frozen for a day and night, so if he keeps going like this, he will only be able to die.”

“Can you persuade him to leave? It looks as if the Blind Master didn’t follow the order of the Immortals in the temple to kill him.”

“It would be good if it was killed, you wouldn’t have to hear his desperate voice all the time like I did last night.” Wang Xulang suddenly laughed and said, “But I really admire Fan Xian, it’s really rare to see someone who is so desperate for himself.”

Haitang looked at Fan Xian’s face, which was pale with a reddish tinge and incomparably haggard and tired, for a long, long time, and then suddenly her body trembled slightly, and a glimmer of a brighter light than the snowy valley of this mountain range flared up in her eyes.

Wang Thirteen Lang suddenly felt a hint of fluctuation beside him, staring at Haitang with glaring eyes.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, hitting the black cloth close at hand, and flowing down the cold snow on that icy face, looking particularly shocking. Yet Five Bamboos remained motionless. Fan Xian wiped off the blood stains at the corner of his lips with unusual difficulty, knowing that he had reached the end of his oil, and a despair was born in his heart that was difficult to suppress, and the loved one across the street was still unfamiliar, still cold, still soulless, still …… dead.

Fan Xian can not help but shiver again, he suddenly thought of the five bamboo uncle has been responsible for spreading fire for the temple, walking in the world do not know thousands of tens of thousands of years, the brain is only afraid of hundreds of thousands of years of memories, perhaps, perhaps …… this day and night, their own coughing up blood to repeat the unforgettable memories for the front of the snow on the snowy mountains if the same cold shells Just extremely ordinary existence, including mother Ye Qingmei’s memories, is also the same!

He wanted to wake up a person with countless insights and memories just by relying on these ordinary stories, what kind of childish and absurd idea was that? When he thought about this, Fan Xian had no thoughts at all, and a despairing meaning was born in his eyes.

His voice twisted a bit, appearing especially miserable and slurred, and he roared in a sandy voice to the ever-motionless Uncle Wuzhu in front of him: ”How could you possibly forget all about me! Are you addicted to amnesia you! Last time you at least remembered Ye Qingmei, this time how could you even forget me?”

The iron brazier was close at hand, right in the center of his throat. Fan Xian trembled, his body stiffened, and he fell into a deathly silence, for he had lost his voice and could no longer say anything. His body trembled more and more, and the despair in his eyes had long since turned into the flames of rage after madness. He stared dead at the black cloth on Five Bamboo’s face, and a gloomy and vicious expression suddenly flashed across his face as he lunged towards the other party!

Fan Xian’s body had long since been frozen, and although he made a gesture of lunging, he actually fell straight down towards Five Bamboos’ position, his throat slamming into the brazier!

The tip of the brazier retreated backward, but Fan Xian still fell down, hard, so the brazier in Wuzhu’s hand only retreated further, and when there was no way back, he only let go, letting the frozen Fan Xian fall in front of him.

Fan Xian stretched out a hand, fiercely grasped the corner of the cloth coat on the five bamboo, the snow rustling vibration down, he stared at the five bamboo’s eyes, although unable to speak, but the eyes of the caracal cruelty and self-confidence is declaring a fact …… you do not want to kill me!

You don’t want to kill me, you can’t kill me, because although you don’t know who I am, your instincts, that living heart of yours has me in it.

“Follow me!” Fan Xian, who was no longer able to say anything, was suddenly in high spirits, and said quietly to Five Bamboos, who had let go of the brazier and was bowing his head in contemplation.

His desperate lunge had finally pushed the brazier between himself and Five Bamboos away, and the distance between the two worlds had gotten so close that it couldn’t be any closer, and it was at this moment that Fan Xian made his request.

Five Bamboo was silent for a long time, his face still expressionless, “I don’t know who you are.”

“When you don’t know anything at all, follow your heart.”

“What is the heart?”

“Feelings?”

“Emotions are just a means used by humans to deceive and anesthetize themselves, and in the end, they can only deceive for a while.”

“Life is originally just a lot of a moment, a moment plus a moment …… can cheat a moment, can cheat a world, if you can cheat a world, how can it be considered cheating?”

“But I still don’t know who you are, and I don’t know who I am.”

“You don’t need to know who I am, but if you want to know who you are, you have to follow me. I know you will be curious, and curiosity is an emotion that only human beings have, and you are a human …… being who wishes to know what is on the other side of the mountain, what is on the other side of the sea, what are the stars, and what is the sun.”

“What’s on the other side of the mountain?”

“You’ll have to see for yourself, and since you want to know what’s beyond the temple, you’ll have to come with me.”

“Why are these conversations somewhat familiar …… but I’m still a little unclear.”

“Mo bewildered. It shall be a flash of electricity, and a thunderbolt shall blossom from your eyes! Do what you think. If you can’t think clearly for a while, then go with your heart and leave this shitless temple.”

“But the temple ……”

These conversations didn’t actually happen, at least not between Five Bamboo and Fan Xian, who was lying upside down in the middle of the snow; in fact, when Fan Xian uttered those three words, the two just looked at each other and were silent before Five Bamboo hunched his body down with unusual difficulty, picked Fan Xian up, and carried him on his back!

It was just like many years ago, when that blind teenage servant carried that little baby on his back.

Fan Xian felt the cold back in front of him, but he felt that it was unusually warm, the expression on his face was very indifferent because the emotions inside him could not be shown with any expression at all, he wanted to cry, he wanted to laugh, he knew that Uncle Wu Zhu still did not remember anything, but he knew that Uncle Wu Zhu was willing to leave this broken temple with himself.

So he wanted to scream joyfully, but he couldn’t, he wanted to cry out, but he was so cold that he cowered into a ball, and all he could do was cough desperately, coughing up blood over and over.

Then Fan Xian saw Haitang and Wang XIII Lang, the two strongest young powerhouses on earth, but at this moment, their faces were pale and their eyes were lax, as if they had just experienced the most horrible thing in the world, and what was most palpable was that both of them were trembling all over, as if they were about to be unable to control the fear that had come over their hearts and souls.

What kind of things made Haitang and Wang XIII Lang turn into this appearance?

Wang Thirteen Lang looked at the scene in front of him and knew that Fan Xian had won, however, his face didn’t seem to have the slightest bit of joy, there was only fear and a hint of very shallow remorse, and he was trembling like Wu Lao Er, looking at Fan Xian and saying in a dry voice: “We …… smashed the temple. “