Chapter 156 – Glass Flower

Ye Mansion’s back garden.

Ye Wan’s pupils shrunk slightly, staring unblinkingly at that green-clothed boy. He hadn’t expected that after being shouted through by himself, the other party would actually have the guts to turn around and face himself head on, rather than choosing to go over the wall in the first place.

Fan Xian calmly turned around, and there was only a calmness in his eyes, but not a trace of the rest of his emotions. He looked at the unfamiliar young general in front of him, and in the first moment, he recognized the identity of the other party, who was able to come to Ye Ling’er’s small garden without being summoned to it, only two men, the old and the young of the Ye family, and since the other party wasn’t Ye Chong, it was naturally the General Ye Wan, who had risen to prominence this year, and who had gained the admiration of countless Qing soldiers and generals.

A year ago, or even longer ago, Fan Xian and Ye Wan, two of the strongest young people in the South Qing Dynasty, may have some sympathy for each other, can not help but feel, just like Fan Xian and the great prince, the beginning of the grudge, and finally because of the temperament of the closer and closer to each other.

However, today it is impossible, now Fan Xian is the rebel of the South Qing Dynasty, the unforgivable sinner, Ye Wan is the sudden rise of the general star, his majesty privately the most trusted young generation of characters. The most crucial thing is, Fan Xian experienced a long journey to the snowy plains, and seemed to have trivialized everything in this world, with only calm and indifference in his eyes.

This calmness and indifference represented a strong confidence, while in Ye Wan’s view, it was a strong disdain, and the trace of resentment and anger in his heart that had been hidden for a few days suddenly took over his entire body, but this kind of anger didn’t make his judgment deviate in the slightest, and he just became more calm.

“Fan Xian is here!” Ye Wan bellowed. Although he was eager to have a fair duel with Fan Xian, he would not make this mistake, to the Southern Qing court, Fan Xian was like a fishbone that could not be swallowed, being able to catch this person, or kill this person, was what Ye Wan wanted to do the most.

His majesty once said, if this person does not die, the holy heart can not be at ease, Ye Wan as a human courtier, must suppress his own pride, so when he bellowed to inform the soldiers outside the garden, he chose to retreat at the first time, with this gesture of weakness, blocked Fan Xian’s path of retreat, he did not hesitate to use this more humiliating way, but also to buy more time.

As long as the soldiers arrived, and the sound of the Kyoto alarm was loud, Ye Wan did not believe that Fan Xian could still escape. Fan Xian also understood this very well, so when Ye Wan spoke indifferently, he had already pounced.

Fan Xian swooped over like a cloud of smoke, and although it was gentle, the gentle shadow was laced with a chilling domineering aura that tore through the cold air of late fall, and the tranquility of the heavens and earth in this garden.

The strong and domineering aura that came to his face caused Ye Wan, who had retreated three steps in a row, to narrow his eyes, as if he felt the strong wind in front of his face, piercing his bones like an ice blade. His heart was shocked, but his face remained calm and unchanged, not as good as pulling out his sword, his hands were staggered in front of his body, his left fist and right palm intersected, and in a very short period of time, he built a hand bridge in an extremely strong manner, sealing it in front.

The hand bridge, like a chain across the river, a murderous and powerful aura came into being, stopping in front of Fan Xian’s punch, lining that domineering punch directly with driftwood floating on the river, although the momentum is ferocious, but there is not a trace of a feeling that it might break the chain.

Fan Xian was in mid-air, but his eyes had narrowed. He has been practicing the Ye Family’s Great Splitting Coffin for several years, and is very clear about the Ye Family’s family heirloom kung fu. However, today, Ye Wan retreated three steps in a row, and appeared to be in a weak position, but unexpectedly, when the hand bridge was hitched, a thick wall came out of the air.

This kind of thick and subtle sealing hand style, absolutely not the content of the big split coffin. Could it be Ye Liuyun’s scattered hands? The great art left behind by the great master, could it have been learned by this young general?

Fan Xian’s heart trembled slightly, but his hands did not slow down in the slightest, the aura emanating from this party’s hand bridge in front of him was too strong, he knew that this domineering punch of his own might not be able to break through the other party’s defenses, and the power of Liuyun’s scattered hands lay in the unpredictability of the actual situation, once the other party’s hand bridge sealed his own bridge, the next counterattack maneuver, I’m afraid that the speed of the counterattack maneuver would be overpowered by his own speed.

And more critical is, the flowing clouds scattered hand counterattack, like the sky floating clouds, who is also difficult to catch the real trace, Fan Xian even if not afraid, but if really by the flowing clouds scattered hand seal entangled, a time I am afraid that also can not retreat, and the leaf finish is very clear in order to catch or kill him, will not mind to drag him, and then with other people join hands to combine the attack.

With a whoosh sound, just like a magic trick, a black crossbow arrow suddenly shot out from Fan Xian’s sleeve, exceeding the speed of his fist, and shot to the bridge of Ye Wan’s hand with a thud.

This was a very sinister move, and Fan Xian had always been a sinister man. However, the sound of the duk seemed problematic, and the showy poison feeding crossbow arrow felt as if it had been shot into wood, only leaving a small red dot on Ye Wan’s calloused, yet still white hands, before falling down in a disheveled manner.

After Ye Liuyun’s loose hands were practiced to the extreme, they could hold the violent and incomparable sword of the Four Gu Swords, his grandson Ye Wan obviously did not have this realm, but he looked exceptionally strong in the face of the crossbow arrows that Fan Xian had insidiously shot.

The black light was followed by a bright light, and with a snort, Fan Xian’s tightly clenched fists suddenly came apart as a black dagger stabbed down viciously.

Ye Wan’s face was still calm and steady, not moving a muscle, and the two hands that intersected with his fist and palm became soft before the black dagger, transforming into two clouds in the sky, gently attaching themselves to the side of Fan Xian’s black dagger, making Fan Xian’s thousands of overbearing strengths as if they were rooted into a cotton quagmire and not stirring up half a wave.

He was as strong as he wanted to be, and for the first time, Fan Xian met the Ye family’s real bright moon and big river, and the clear wind and mountain hillocks, but he couldn’t even advance an inch!

Fan Xian’s right foot stomped heavily on the slate floor between the two of them, and the slate snapped apart like a spider web! His face was unchanged, but his right index finger was extremely skillfully hooked, small means of speed out, black dagger along his fingertips drew a very harsh bright arc.

At this time the two have been close at hand, Ye finished no way to retreat, Fan Xian must break the road and out, who have been in an instant will be their own cultivation to the peak of the realm.

The black dagger that holds the harsh strength of a cut, Ye Wan’s hands suddenly turned into two old trees, leafless branches bloomed, when when when when with the black dagger swiftly touched dozens of times, but those withered fingers, actually did not leave a trace of injury!

In this moment between the flashes of lightning, the corner of Fan Xian’s lips curled up in a slight smile, and in that smile there was only calmness and the confidence that calmness represented, as well as the strength that this confidence signaled. The black dagger at his fingertips slashed dozens of times in a row, all of which were blocked back, but he used the momentum to put the dagger back, and his left hand, which had been calmly hanging down at his waist, tightly clenched into a fist, and without giving it any subtle angle or mixing it with any of the techniques that a Grand Master had taught him, he simply smashed it over fiercely.

With a muffled sound, Fan Xian’s left fist ruthlessly smashed on top of the bridge of hands that Ye Wan had rearranged in a split second!

Between the two powerful young men, it had progressed to a contest of martial arts cultivation roots, Fan Xian gave up all external emotions and techniques, and without reasoning, very forcefully fought with Ye Wan’s internal true qi.

Fists and palms touched without any stagnation.

Ye Wan’s face darkened slightly, turning white in an instant, his left foot stepping on the back, his hands stopping in front of him, his entire body forming an extremely beautiful arrow figure, his back foot like a tsubaki nailed to the rock, and his two hands like a piece of iron plate, stopping any attack that came his way.

Fan Xian’s body, however, remained as relaxed and casual as if he had thrown a punch quite mindlessly in anger. His two feet were still not ding-dong, and his body still didn’t have a proper form.

A powerful fluctuation spread outward from the bodies of the two in the garden, and with a loud whirring autumn wind, an unknown number of broken rocks and fallen leaves were shaken up.

Fan Xian’s eyes lit up, staring at the slightly dark and solemn face of Ye Wan who was close at hand, he didn’t seem to have thought that the true qi in Ye Wan’s body was so strong to such an extent that he was actually able to resist his own long-prepared overbearing punch after sealing his own dark hand twice in a row.

How on earth did Ye Wan practiced such a majestic and solid true qi in his body? Could it be that when this person was exiled in Nanzhao, he was actually refining his spirit and will without rest or sleep? When he thought about this, Fan Xian vaguely felt some admiration for the other party. However, footsteps were already coming from outside the garden, and Fan Xian did not want to delay any longer.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, but he didn’t know that the shock in Ye Wan’s heart was even harder to express. Ye Wan knew how strong he was, but …… facing this seemingly random punch from Fan Xian, he actually gave birth to the unlucky thought that the hand bridge would be washed away. The reason why he had such thoughts was purely because Ye Wan was in the field, and more truly felt the strength of Fan Xian, who was even more powerful and domineering than the legends!

At this moment, Ye Wan finally understood where the reputation of Little Lord Fan finally came from, and he also finally understood why His Majesty had instructed him to take three steps back if he saw Fan Xian.

If Ye Wan hadn’t retreated three steps first and built the hand bridge first, with Fan Xian’s change in response to the opportunity, his strength, and the viciousness of his strikes, I was afraid that he would have destroyed his own mind with three consecutive strikes in a split second, and would not have given himself a chance to perform the Flowing Cloud Dispersal Hand!

Is he really inferior to him? Although Ye Wan’s expression remained calm and collected, his heart was filled with a strong urge to engage in a final fight with the other party!

Fan Xian did not give Ye Wan this chance, although it was impossible to kill the other in a single move, he was determined to leave an indelible impression on the other, to leave a successful outcome for himself for this first encounter between the two, which was destined to be passed down to future generations.

Therefore, Fan Xian’s eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the clothes on his body began to rustle and tremble in the autumn wind, as an extremely faint, yet unceasing source of heaven and earth yuan qi began to pour unceasingly into his body along with the autumn wind, along with the empty holes in his clothes, and along with every inch of his body.

Fan Xian’s eyes closed, covering up the bright light in his eyes, and with a muffled grunt, his left arm soared, and his fist, which had already exhausted its momentum, spat out all of its strength at this moment!

The dam made of sand and stone, blocked thousands of miles of the vast river, but the river is getting higher and higher, the water is getting bigger and bigger, suddenly, the heavens are not good, the rain, countless thousands of hectares of rainwater into the river, in an instant, the dam washed out a breach.

A large hall that would collapse, was topped by countless thick straight logs below, barely supporting the existence of the palace, however, the earth began to vibrate, a originally did not have, but suddenly appeared in the world of energy, shook the earth, shook the foundation of those logs, so that the logs fell down, the large hall lost its support, collapsed with a bang.

From the very beginning, he had responded to all changes with no change, using the Ye family’s flowing cloud dispersal hand, using the sealing hand gesture to build a bridge of hands, successfully sealing Fan Xian’s three strikes in a row, Ye Wan didn’t have any pride, even if he was facing the powerful Fan Xian, that was because he himself knew best, how powerful he was, however, at the moment, he suddenly felt that the bridge that he had built with his own two hands was being washed away, and that this great hall of his own body was going to collapse! ……

It turned out that Fan Xian’s power was still above the legends and above his own judgment!

An autumn wind whipped by, and those withered leaves that had been shaken around by the duo’s powerful qi began to flutter again. In the midst of the fluttering leaves, Fan Xian’s unusually stable fist broke through the Ye Clan’s Hand Bridge Style from the Flowing Cloud Scattering Hand and ruthlessly struck above Ye Wan’s right chest!

The autumn wind rose again, and the fallen leaves flew again.

There was no longer any trace of Fan Xian in the Ye family’s backyard, leaving only the pale-faced Ye Wan, covering his chest and forcing himself to swallow the mouthful of blood that gushed to his lips.

The personal guards finally rushed to the garden at this time, however, they did not see any trace of the enemy, they only saw the always invincible General Ye, who even seemed to be defeated!

From the time that Ye Wan saw the green-clothed boy, to the time that these personal guards rushed into the garden, it was actually only a matter of ten seconds or so. Within these ten seconds, the two important people who would influence the future of South Qing, met for the first time in their lives and won or lost.

Ye Wan covered his chest, forcibly calming down the true qi that was about to boil in his body, his eyes quickly returned to killing, and said in a chilling voice: “Inform the palace that Fan Xian has returned.”

With these words, the soldiers finally realized in whose hands the general, who was regarded as a god of killing by himself and the others, had lost, and a look of shock appeared on all of their faces.

Ye Wan slowly turned around, narrowing his eyes with his hand on his back as he looked at the high wall that Fan Xian had leapt out of earlier, his mood unusually complex, an emotion that was a mixture of anger and unwillingness. In the previous battle, as a human minister, his first thought was to keep the other party, so from the beginning he was on the defensive, and his momentum was at a disadvantage, so he was unwilling to do so, if he had changed the scene, perhaps it would have been much better, right?

Fan Xian’s last punch was able to easily break through his hand bridge! Although Fan Xian’s domineering true qi couldn’t possibly have too much lethal power left after breaking through the flowing clouds scattering his hands, being defeated and injured by the other party was a fact that couldn’t be denied, and in particular, the powerful true qi that gushed out of that fist at the end had made Ye Wan realize the fact that today’s himself was indeed not Fan Xian’s opponent.

Ye Wan never underestimated his enemies, especially for such a renowned figure as Fan Xian, but he still hadn’t expected that the strength that Fan Xian had shown today was even more powerful than the legends, than the military intelligence, and more powerful than his own preconceptions!

Coughing, Ye Wan wiped the blood from his lips with the corner of his sleeve, his eyes cold and unusually angry. The reason for his anger lies in why life is so unfair? He had traveled between the yellow sands and the southern barbarians since he was a child, practicing diligently in the world without thinking of two people, and only then did he have the super strength of the ninth rank, yet it seemed that it was not enough for Fan Xian to look at!

It was impossible! Fan Xian hadn’t lived more than a few years longer than himself, so why was he able to cultivate to such a level? Genius? Could it be that having a genius trumped his own diligence?

Fan Xian didn’t know the anger of the young general in Ye’s mansion behind him, and even if he did, I’m afraid he wouldn’t understand it, because he knew better than anyone else that he definitely wasn’t a genius at martial arts cultivation, but that he had been lucky, and that he was more hardworking and diligent than anyone else.

In the end, he was on the same path as Ye Wan, except that Fan Xian had been practicing the Hegemony Technique since he was born, and he had been in fear of death since the first day he was alive, and this kind of pressure, this kind of feeling, no one else in the world could compare to it, and that’s why he had created his current weird realm.

Defeating Ye Wan, but unable to kill the other party, Fan Xian’s heart did not have a trace of pride and complacency, because his confidence based on his powerful strength nowadays had already allowed him to transcend a certain category, and today’s battle, ending up breaking it with actual strength alone, seemed simple, but it was a return to the basics, an extremely wonderful choice.

He lowered his head, got rid of the commotion that was gradually rising in Kyoto, and returned to the inn in silence. Then he saw the silent Uncle Five Bamboo, not looking at the scenery by the window today, but with his head lowered, seemingly thinking about something.

When mankind thinks, God laughs, and if Five Bamboos started thinking, who would laugh? Fan Xian gently coughed twice, coughing up the bloody phlegm that had previously been induced by the injury caused by the recoil of Ye Wan’s hand bridge, and looked at Uncle Five Bamboo and said, “He knows that I’m back. I’m going to enter the palace tonight.”

Although he knew that there wasn’t much point in saying these words, for some reason, Fan Xian was still in the habit of explaining everything he had done to Uncle Five Bamboo, just like that day and night of coughing up blood and talking before the Snow Temple.

Five Bamboo really didn’t react in the slightest, just keeping his head down.

Fan Xian’s head gradually lowered as well.

The night grew deeper and deeper, and there were no lights lit in the inn’s room, just darkness and two people.

By the time the next day dawned, the inn’s room had become empty, and the unlit candles remained crisp and clean, not shedding sticky tears in advance of the vengeance and end that would soon begin.

Shortly after midnight, Fan Xian changed into the clothes of a eunuch and disappeared into the night of Kyoto. Before leaving the inn, he took one last deep look at Uncle Five Bamboos without trying to rouse the other man and invite him to join in the conflicting events of human emotion.

The Five Bamboo didn’t seem to care about his departure either, and simply waited alone until dawn. Just as soon as the light of day broke, rain fell on Kyoto in the late fall and early winter, the cold rain snapping against the clear glass windows and blooming into flowers on them.

It is rain not snow, but on the contrary, it seems particularly cold, cold rain has not become bigger, just silk down, hit in Kyoto’s residential tile back, green stone alleys, small bridges and water parties, ringing a very rich rhythm, slow and beautiful melody.

All the houses in Kyoto that were bathed in the tiny cold rain had windows. Since the revival of the inner treasury, the price of glass within the kingdom had plummeted, and most of these windows were made of glass.

So all the cold rain that fell on the earth would bloom on the glass in different sizes.

Five Bamboo, who was covered in a black cloth, sat quietly by the window, looking at the rain flowers blooming out of the glass window. I don’t know how long he was silent, but he suddenly stretched out a finger and gently pointed it at the glass, as if he wanted to touch the beautiful flower outside the window, but he was somewhat helplessly separated by the glass on this side.

“This is glass.” Gojutsu suddenly broke the silence and said, alone, looking out the window without a trace of emotion, “I made it.”

Gojutsu sat for another long moment, then he stood up and looked out the window in silence, as if remembering that it was already time for him to go shopping. So he turned and pushed his way out of the room, down the stairs and out of the inn beyond, into the cold rain.

The cloth on his body had many dirty spots, marks from being smashed by Kyoto urchins at an alleyway entrance yesterday afternoon, and throughout the night, Fan Xian had been so heavy-hearted that he hadn’t even noticed it.

No one will shop in the rain, perhaps there are couples like to play the mood, holding umbrellas walking in the rain, but the world should not have this kind of, the scholar holding an umbrella in the rain wildly howling broken poetry, that is the demented energy. Masked black cloth, a cloth-clothed Five Bamboo walking in the rain, but I do not know how many people to avoid the rain attracted the gaze of surprise.

The cold rain dampened Wuzhu’s cloth and engulfed those somewhat dirty mud spots. He walked alone in silence and solitude in the rain, walking through the streets and alleys of Kyoto, letting the rain dampen his ever-black and shiny hair, as well as the black cloth that had been covered with the frost of millions of years.

The rain dripped down the edges of the black cloth.