Chapter 78: Should Think Like This

Fan Xian’s eyes narrowed slightly, the pupils of his eyes shrinking slightly, and then very directly in front of the large shed, he stood up, straightening his back and quietly looking at Yun Zhilan who was chanting aloud.

At this time the sword hut around the people are kneeling, even the Qing country’s delegation members, also in the four Gu Jian this great master’s casket in front of, very sincere kneeling salute, this is to come before, His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing country personally approved the subtle etiquette, no one appear half a point problem.

Fan Xian’s long stance made him stand in front of the black casket with Yun Zhilan, who was the only one among the thousands of people inside and outside.

Fan Xian was reluctant to kneel, except for his parents, and he was not in a happy mood every time he knelt to the emperor in court. Today, he was willing to kneel with all his heart and soul because he respected the strong and the dead, but Yun Zhilan’s last words had shocked him, and had turned the faint respect he had in his heart for the Siguru Sword into a hidden anger.

Everyone had heard clearly the last words of the Four Gu Swords relayed by Yun Zhilan, these were the words that the Thirteen Sons of the Sword Lodge had heard at the same time as they knelt in front of their beds, Yun Zhilan would not be able to make a false statement and did not dare to make a false statement, and so everyone turned their eyes to Little Lord Fan, who had risen up with a great hue and cry.

Mother’s origin from Eastern Barbarians?

Personally taught sword skills?

The actual great material?

Preside over the opening of the hut?

Countless pairs of shocked, puzzled, and amused gazes struck Fan Xian’s body, but they didn’t cause the slightest tremor in his robes. He merely looked at Yun Zhilan silently, as if trying to discern whether the words were his own hallucinations or what.

Four messages were revealed in one simple sentence, four messages that the Four Guards Sword wanted to declare to the world.

It was no secret that Fan Xian’s mother was Ye Qingmei, and that although Ye Qingmei had helped the Qing Kingdom rise to power in the world, she should after all be considered a person from Dongyi City. And as for the matter of personally teaching sword skills, since the Four Gu Swords’ last words said so, the crowd naturally believed that a great master would have been qualified to teach young Lord Fan the true meaning of the Four Gu Swords. And as for the evaluation of actually being a great material, the crowd also thought that Little Lord Fan deserved it.

The problem was that all of this information vaguely revealed a flavor, a flavor of closeness, a flavor of wanting to pull Fan Xian towards Dong Yi City alive.

Matriarchal refers to blood affinity, granting the sword which is the meaning of master and disciple, and great material which is Dongyi City’s recognition of Fan Xian.

And as for the last let Fan Xian preside over the open hut, is the most important.

Sword hut present decades, really have open hut acceptance ceremony, but also twenty years out, every time presided over the open hut ceremony is not someone else, it is the four Gu sword himself.

In addition to the serious injury to die of these three years, the four Gu sword for the sword hut opening hut ceremony extraordinarily important, which also creates a default in the world.

Whoever hosts the opening of the hut, must be the master of the sword hut.

Four Gu sword’s last words appointed Fan Xian to open the hut, naturally, that is, the sword hut that contains countless masters, the whole three generations of disciples, handed over to him.

This was indeed something Fan Xian hadn’t expected. Over the past two days, he had also been thinking about what ways he would have to go through in order to truly make the twelve swords other than Yun Zhilan available to him. Thirteen Lang didn’t need to be considered, the young man’s temperament had already been figured out by him, so what about the rest of the Sword Lodge experts?

It did not occur to him that the Four Gu Swords had thought of this problem and solved it for him in advance. It was only the way this problem was solved that left Fan Xian instantly confused.

Three messages, one last order, the sword hut returns to his own hands, from now on, his own words will be equal to what the Four Gu Swords said back then, a mountain gate thus returns to his own hands, seems to be a very wonderful thing. But Fan Xian knows clearly, behind the wonderful is actually the Four Gu Swords hidden cruelty.

This was a needle, a needle between Fan Xian and the Emperor’s son. Being a minister of Qing, but becoming the master of the sword lodge, what would the emperor’s mind think? Even if the emperor trusted Fan Xian no matter how much, but could he just watch the power in Fan Xian’s hands in plain sight grow larger and larger? Especially when Dongyi City showed such close loyalty to Fan Xian!

Even if the Emperor was as confident as the sun and the moon, and didn’t care about anything at all, what about emotions? All humans were animals controlled by their emotions, and the emperor certainly didn’t like the fact that his bastard son was too bright, on the verge of being brighter than even himself.

There could only ever be one sun hanging in the sky.

Fan Xian stared at Yun Zhilan’s lips, and it was only then that he realized that the original Four Gu Swords had finally shat on himself before he died, digging a hole for himself to jump into.

Yun Zhilan looked as if he hadn’t even noticed his gaze, naturally and smoothly finishing all of Four Gu Swords’ last words before walking over to Fan Xian’s body, respectfully bowing and saying, “Please.”

Please what? Please take the seat? Invite and then please? A cold smile spread across the corners of Fan Xian’s lips, and out of the corner of his eye, he subconsciously glanced down into the arena. At this time, the people in the arena had already risen, but they were still staring at what was happening in front of the large black coffin with that stunned expression.

Fan Xian glanced at the mission officials, especially the Minister of Rites. The Minister of Ceremonies sensed his gaze, and after frowning and thinking for a long time, he slowly nodded his head.

The exchange of thoughts between the two adults within the Qing legation came to an end, and this Minister of Ceremonies naturally knew what young Lord Fan was worried about, only that seeing as Dongyi City was about to be subjugated, he didn’t want to affect the overall situation because of this matter. The Qing people’s ambition to open up their borders and expand their lands was so strong that this minister thought that His Majesty would not be angered by Lord Little Fan’s unauthorized acceptance of the position of Master of the Sword Lodge.

Fan Xian pondered in silence for a long time, evaluating the pros and cons of this matter in his mind, and especially speculating on how the Emperor’s old man would react when he learned of this matter. Exactly how he would react.

Yun Zhilan was in no hurry, looking at him with a slight hint of mockery, waiting for his response.

Fan Xian knew what the other party was mocking, just as his father had said, his own performance was indeed a bit headstrong, not very crisp, just …… where do these people know, those who want to do great things, it is necessary to be careful, not to mention the face of that unfathomable emperor Laozi.

Finally Fan Xian took a deep breath and said with a smile, “I didn’t expect your master to die and still refuse to let me go.”

“Since I’m going to help Little Lord Fan make an unparalleled mark, it’s only natural for the disciples of the Sword Lodge to throw themselves under His Lordship’s tent.” Yun Zhilan didn’t seem to hear the vitriol in his words and said, “It’s getting late, so please receive the sword, Lord, and then go forward to open the lodge.”

Fan Xian didn’t move, and suddenly asked, “After the opening of the hut, all three generations of disciples of the Sword Lodge will be under my command?”

“Not bad.”

“What about you?” He looked into Yun Zhilan’s eyes and said with a smile, “If I asked you to dig 36,000 earthworms, would you agree?”

Digging earthworms was an interesting passage from another story in another world that Yun Zhilan hadn’t heard of, but it didn’t stop him from answering incredibly quickly, and it was clear that whether it was the dead Four Gu Swords or him at this point in time, he was fully prepared for this question from Fan Xian.

“I am now the Lord of Dong Yi City, and since I am an official, I am breaking out of my hut.” Yun Zhilan sighed and said, but there was nothing perplexed in his words, “Now that I’m no longer a member of the Sword Lodge, the adults can’t control me.”

“I see.” Fan Xian secretly thought that the Four Gu Swords really weren’t completely at ease with themselves, and had to pick the trickiest Yun Zhilan out of the picture. After a pause, he returned a slightly mocking smile and said, “But don’t forget, your position as the Lord of this Dongyi City still requires the royal seal of my Emperor Majesty of Daqing, and if His Majesty is not pleased with you, you won’t be able to do it either.”

Yun Zhilan’s face remained unchanged as he responded, “I think Lord Little Fan should make this matter come true.”

The two of them spoke in extremely low voices, and standing alone in front of the black coffin, there was no worry that anyone else could hear them. Fan Xian understood that his words were to see if he was willing to cooperate or even ally with the forces of Dongyi City, or to return to his status as a pure vassal of Qing.

This sudden hand that came out of nowhere after the death of the Four Gu Swords had indeed disrupted Fan Xian’s plans, and he had to worry about the reaction of Kyoto, the reaction of His Majesty. But although this move was a bit of a heartbreaker, yet it wasn’t something Fan Xian couldn’t accept, at least it was a lot better than that situation he had once been immensely worried and afraid of.

He had been afraid that after his death, the Four Gu Swords would suddenly bequeath the Shadow to take over as the master of the Sword Lodge.

In that case, the Four Gu Swords would be forcing the power of Fan Xian’s lineage to directly turn against His Majesty the Emperor.

And although the scene at hand also made it possible for some gaps to appear between Fan Xian and the Emperor, the Four Gu Swords were still more merciful in giving Fan Xian some more time to make preparations.

When he thought of this skinny Grand Master laying down so many hidden hands before his death, Fan Xian couldn’t help but sigh, and then he thought of the hidden hands that Bitter Lotus had laid down in Xiliang and Kyoto before his death, which made him realize that the realm of the Grand Master did not only lie in martial arts cultivation, but in the hearts of the people and the world, and that none of them was not a wonderful heart and metaphysical thoughts.

Fan Xian bowed his head in silence for a moment, then looked at the Minister of Rites below, nodded slightly, and then gently held Yun Zhilan’s hand.

Yun Zhilan frowned slightly.

“Smile, since it’s an act, we have to act beautifully. We’ll be partners from now on, just like my Daqing court and your Dongyi City.”

Fan Xian did not look at him, but smiled and raised Yun Zhilan’s hand.

The hands of the second-generation Sword Lodge master and the unknown generations of Dongyi City masters clasped each other tightly, before the black coffin of the Four Guards Sword, in front of the eyes of countless spectators.

The ceremony of opening the hut was not elaborate, yet it had its own kind of sacred feeling to it. Fan Xian himself did not have a sacred belief in the sword, but when he gently pushed open the closed door of the grass hut, he found that the attitude of the disciples of the sword hut towards themselves was vaguely changing, that kind of deference and cooperation, began to have some meaning from the heart, even Wang Thirteen Lang was no exception.

After all was said and done, Fan Xian returned to the Southern Qing Mission and entered a quiet room with the Minister of Ceremonies. This time it was only the opening of the lodge ceremony as well as the second negotiation, and although the negotiation had gone extremely well, it was still the final merger hurdle after all, so the highest ranking official sent by the Qing side, besides Fan Xian, was this minister of ceremonies.

If it was really necessary to proclaim to the world that the city of Dongyi had been returned to Southern Qing, I’m afraid that not only the Minister of Rites, but perhaps even His Majesty the Emperor, would be very interested in coming in person, receiving the map, and enjoying the kneeling of the thousands of Dongyi people who had once been the subjects of a foreign nation.

The Minister of Rites looked at Lord Fan Jr. in deep thought and speechlessness, and after a long time said in a harmonious voice: ”Young Lord, don’t be too bothered, we know what the Dongyi City side is thinking. If you see the blame, its blame will defeat itself.”

“Though the words are so, there is always something wrong.” Fan Xian sighed and said mildly, “I still need to trouble Your Excellency to hurry up and write a folding paper and send it back to Kyoto, necessary to let His Majesty know about this matter in the first place.”

He couldn’t help but say in annoyance, “If I hadn’t been suddenly cornered today, according to theory, how could there be a decree before I dared to take over.”

“The people of Dongyi City are still a bit upset.” The Squire shook his head and said, “But His Majesty is so saintly that he will be able to see at a glance that these people are provoking them.”

Fan Xian smiled, knowing that this Lord Squire could see his annoyance, only that the other party was unaware of his inner thoughts. Of course he wouldn’t say anything about it, frowning, he said, “By the looks of it, I’ll have to return to the capital once more.”

“Although the negotiations are going well at the moment, the resistance on the side of Dongyi City is still very strong.” The Minister of Ceremony’s eyes rolled and said, “If there is no Little Duke to sit on the fence, I’m afraid that things will change. Before coming here, His Majesty strictly decreed that this matter must be accomplished in one go. I think it would be better for the young lord to continue to sit in on the town here, and for these specific matters to be reported to the court by my humble servant back in the capital.”

Fan Xian waited for these words, pondering for a moment before nodding and adding, “Tough luck, Your Excellency.”

Fan Xian’s heart was pressed with a stone, he knew that the identity of the master of the Sword Lodge would not weaken the emperor’s old man’s trust in himself right away, it’s just that there were a lot of things he had done that were rather over the top over the years, he was digging the meat out of that trust to eat it, and who knew which day that piece of meat would be eaten up by himself.

Four Gu Jian’s hand was a defense against Fan Xian’s future change of hand to sell Dong Yi City – he sold it to Fan Xian first. It was better to give it to Fan Xian than to Emperor Qing. If the Four Gu Swords lost the bet, that would be the end of it. And how Fan Xian and the Emperor had a falling out, what did the dead Four Gu Swords have to do with it?

Fan Xian once again came to the seashore outside of Dong Yi City. He squinted his eyes and sat on top of the green stone, looking at the slowly undulating white waves, and seemed to see the cold and emotionless eyes of the Four Gu Swords in them.

“All pushing me down that path, have you ever thought that I’ll have a hard time.” Fan Xian asked as he looked at Si Gu Jian in the waves.

Four Gu Swords seemed to reply, “Should I love you as well as the Qing people?”

Fan Xian shook his head.

Four Gu Swords said, “So whether you are bitter or not, and whether the Kingdom of Qing is in chaos or not, is none of my business?”

Fan Xian looked at the waves and smiled, “I can be bitter, but I can’t die, and the Kingdom of Qing can’t be in chaos, I love the Kingdom of Qing much more than your Dongyi City.”

“It is our Dongyi City.”

“I am a Qing person.”

“You are not a Qing person, you are a person of the world.”

Fan Xian slowly woke up from his sleep, thinking to himself that he was not actually a person of this world, but why could he not let go of the people of this world. Could …… this be that the idealistic light left in this body of flesh by the mother adult has finally begun to spread out?

Do your best to listen to the fate of God, if you can not stop the bloodshed of the war to come, if you can not change the change of history, then leave this world, live their own little life to go.

Should do as such thought.