Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The second emperor left the Baoyuelou. His face was somewhat indifferent. No matter what information he got in this conversation, he had some trust and fear for Fan’s purpose, but the facts tonight have Proved a lot. His power in Beijing has been uprooted by Fan Xian and unrelentingly. Now there are only two roads in front of him. One is firmly relying on the princess, and the other is like Fan Fan’s thought, honestly. Exit the war of victory.

No strength, what to fight for? However, the two emperors also understand that the situation has developed in this way. If Fan Xiu does not sweep his own power this evening, then in the near future, it will be that the country will be caught in a turmoil, or else it will be ruthlessly cleared. .

But he will not have a grateful feeling for Fan Xi, because Fan Li forced him to go astray.

After the big emperor and Fan Xian said a few words, they also left the Baoyue Building with a sorrowful face, and also took away the three emperors. The conversation between the brothers of the royal family was not very pleasant, and the third child had to go back to the palace. It was more appropriate for him to take the road back as a ban.

At this time, the night is getting deeper. If there are no thick snow clouds in the sky, you will be able to see that the moon has moved to where it should be.

Fan Xian did not leave Baoyuelou. He sat alone for a long time, let the building rectify a pot of broth and simmered meat. He ate some fever and drank a few glasses of wine before he slowly stood up and went to the window. Looked down at the two eyes.

There was a dead silence outside the window. The people of Kyoto and the guards were withdrawn. The moon was closed today, and the girls slept early. Only a few clever people were waiting for him.

The red candle in the building stood still. Fan Xian let Shi Qinger prepare a bucket of hot water and comfortably took a shower.

After the shower, he licked some red cheeks and asked: "Is there a big prince in the past two days?"

Shi Qinger listened at the side. Knowing that the big boss said that it was the princess of the Hu people, he shook his head and was preparing to go to serve him, but he waved him out.

In a moment, Sang Wen came in. The gentle, Baoyuelou shopkeeper, slightly squatting, carefully put his underwear on, and his fingers slipped from his well-balanced muscle surface, and could not help but glimpse. However, he did not dare to have more movements, and carefully tied the three-finger-wide scorpion to his left-handed arm.

Put on the boots and insert the black slender dagger into the boot. Sang Wen stood up and made a final arrangement for Fan’s clothing to protect the black supervision uniform from covering the skin that could be hurt every rain, and nodded.

Fan Xian smiled and smiled, confirming that the pills on his body were not lost. I shot Sang Wen’s head and went outside the house.

Sang Wen said a little at a glance: "Adult, sword?"

Fan leisurely turned back. Looking at Sanwen’s hand holding the big Wei Tianzi sword, his expression was calm, but his eyes flashed a hint of sorrow. After a long while, he said: “This sword is too bright, or don’t take it, just put it here.”

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The three-skinned curtain of the Baoyuelou was opened, and the principals sent the fans to the door with respect and respect. He had already smashed the back of the lotus coat and put it on his own. Let the shadow cover his delicate face and step on the stone steps outside the building. He couldn't help but look up and look at the heavy night. It seems that he wants to confirm whether it will snow.

The carriage came over. He shook his head and motioned that he had to take a walk. He then headed east.

Today, Baoyuelou opened a feast. He did not bring Hu Wei, and the entire force of the Supervisory Academy in Kyoto has carried out numerous raids in the night. Even the power of the Kai Nian group has been thrown in. At this time, he is with him. It’s just a few guards from Fan’s and a coachman.

Everyone knows about the banquet in the moon building today, and I heard that the commotion in Kyoto tonight is that the young master is thinking about walking, so he dare not bother to go forward, just let the carriage go far behind.

Not far from the east, I went straight into a straight street and a long street.

Straight long street.

When he was wearing a lotus coat, he suddenly stopped. He seemed to be listening to something. Then he waved his hand and motioned that the car behind him would not follow, and he walked straight into the street.

At this time, the night was already deep. There was a strange mist in the streets of Kyoto where the snow stopped. The fog was getting heavier than the air, and it came from all directions and gradually spread over the long street.

The slight white fog is not so clear in the night street of Kyoto without lights, but it effectively hinders people from seeing their eyes. It is blind and blind.

The carriage followed by the horse did not dare to let Fan Xian alone walk alone this night, nor was he prepared to follow his arrangement, but at this time he still had to stop.

The fan guards in the car pulled out the smoldering lanterns, but the dark yellow lights only saw the front fog, just like the clouds at the top of Cangshan, but they couldn’t find far, they could not see. The lonely back wearing a black lotus dress.

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On the long street, the white fog is getting more and more, and you can only hear the weak footsteps of the fan, and it sounds in an extremely heavy and fixed rhythm. Besides, there is no sound, it seems that there is no living on this street. biological.

The people who want to kill the guards tonight seem to have finished killing. The people who are going to arrest have already been arrested in the dungeon. They are firmly in charge of the seven places. The people of Kyoto who do not know these things are warm and greedy in the bed. The dignitaries of the tour have already been shocked to return home, and the people who are playing are lazy. The officers and men of the thirteen city gates are only watching the gates.

The footsteps kept moving forward, and then seemed to notice something, and it stopped in the white fog. A night's wind blew through the winter, and the fog on this long street was slightly thinner, and the end of the long street was faintly visible.

There should be no one at the end of Long Street, but I always feel that someone seems to be there. In the lotus dress, he stopped his footsteps, looked up, and looked straight ahead with his eyes, as if to see who it was.

Then he saw a person.

The man was burly, his shoulders were like iron, standing like a mountain at the end of the long street, with a long bow behind him, carrying an arrow and 13 arrows in the tube.

The wind stopped and the fog was thick and it was not seen.

Tonight is the moment when Fan Xian told the Inspectorate to launch a general attack on the second emperor, but he seems to have forgotten that when you attack the most fierce, it is often the weakest time for your defense. At this time, no one else can rely on him. ,only myself. He retaliated against the killing of the valley, revenge for no reason, but forgot that a major governor would also retaliate against the death of his only son.

Can you escape the opposite bow?

Two years ago, he was shot from the palace wall by the bow. There was no power to fight back. The bow and arrow had become the biggest gap in his martial arts practice.

So he stopped in the fog.

On the other side of the white mist, Yan Xiaoyi lowered his eyes slightly and felt the air of the person behind the fog, ensuring that the other party would not leave his control.

This side of the fog has no moving images.

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Yan Xiaoyi, the former general commander of the banned army, is now the governor of the Qing Dynasty and the governor of the North. He is one of the few superpowers in the country. He is not a madman. He knows that he is assassinated in the long streets of Kyoto. what.

However, he still did not force his own war and blood, because when he saw Yan Shen’s body in the Yuantai big camp, he had already made up his mind, what happened to him? Even if I am going to dominate the world, I will lay down this whole piece of land, but who will I give it to?

So he is not a madman, but he is already crazy.

Tonight, Kyoto is not calm. No one has thought that Fan Xianhui will be so violently sweeping. At the same time, no one would have thought that the levy of the Northern Governorate would have abandoned a concern and returned to the original hunter’s mind and observed indifference. Fan Fan, watching Fan Xian, waiting for Fan Leisure, has been patiently waiting for Fan Leisure to die.

Although there is fog in Long Street, it can stop people's sight, but it can't stop Yan Xiaoyi's arrow. His arrow is not needed.

Tonight, he came with 13 feather arrows, and he was asked to ask Fan Xian, a notice on the top, what the meaning of the thirteen lang is. If Fan is dead, this question is not worth mentioning. No matter how much progress Fan Fan has made in these years, how to be a genius in the martial arts training, Yan Xiaoyi also believes in some indifference that he can definitely kill each other.

This matter has nothing to do with the capture, nothing to do with the world, not for justice, not for the benefit, but the private enemy is inextricable.

The air machine is already locked. The two are on the street, one in the street, except for the front, there is no other way. Fan is silent after the fog, seems to be assessing whether he should fight, or should retreat.

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After a long silence, Yan Xiaoyi stepped forward and smashed the murderous smother, causing the white mist in front of him to sway, revealing an open space in front of him, and the air suddenly became cold.

However... his feet were immediately taken back, and the corner of his eye looked at the eaves on the upper left. Frowning slightly, blocking the body with the stone beast on the eaves.

With his body and stone beast as a line, he felt at the end of that line. There is an unusually horrible murder waiting for myself.

It is unreasonable to feel that he grew up in the woods and interacted with the beasts, but he also raised the sensitivity of being a beast. For the existence of danger, he always judged in advance.

At this time, the longbow is already in the hand, but the arrow is not on the string. Yan Xiaoyi bows slightly and feels the change around him. Who is ambushing?

He is a peerless powerhouse on the nine products, except for the four old monsters. Yan Xiaoyi does not need much jealousy in this world. Even when the state advances to the peak, he always rises in his heart and raises the idea of ​​challenging the great master.

Also because of his realm. Therefore, he can clearly see that on the long street, only he and Fan are two people, so he dared to use his heart and soul to envelop himself in such a cold, always ready to send a fatal arrow.

however. When he stepped out of that step, he discovered an extremely strange phenomenon.

The first to bear the brunt is the unknown source of danger where I don’t know where. Secondly, when he fell in that step, he felt that the smell of fog behind him seemed to change.

It is taste, not taste.

It is the most subtle change in the wind and the fog, not the feeling behind the entrance.

Yan Xiaoyi knows that behind him, there is always a very powerful figure hidden. This person’s martial arts repair does not know what the realm is, but he can survive for so long and must have the ability to hurt himself.

He did not dare to shake. Because he knows that once he has made an arrow, the long-lasting spirit will be vented, revealing some defects. Once the mind is lacking, he is not sure that he can be the master behind him, and with the danger of the distant place, he will retreat.

The long street is so cold and silent, the person at the end of the fog can't move, and the Yan Yan B, the land of the fog, can't move.

Can't move, but can do it.

Yan Xiaoyi took a deep breath of air, and the whole person's figure appeared wider and wider, and his fingers slowly fell, seemingly inadvertently smashed on his bowstring.

His fingers are very thick, but this movement is very gentle, like a soft brush over the paper, the onion refers to the piano, the orchid blooms slightly.

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A slamming sound, the bowstring trembled.

There seems to be a peculiar magical force on his bowstring. The slightly trembled bowstring drives the air around him, swaying the pale white mist, gradually condensing into strength, scratching the long street in front of you, with the screaming light Loudly, silently attacking the head of the fog.

Attacked the man at the end of the fog.

There was a sigh in the fog, and then there was the sound of someone falling to the ground.

Yan Xiaoyi calmly turned his wrist, and the longbow stood upright. He didn't see how he moved. The arrow feather was already on the string. There was such a prestige before the arrow was shot, not to mention the arrow on his string!

But he did not make an arrow, but he was silent, because he clearly judged that the person at the end of the fog was not a fan. Although he was very confused, he clearly watched Fan’s leisure time, and when the other party adjusted the package, he understood that hunting tonight has transformed the role of hunters and prey.

Yan Xiaoyi is not afraid, as long as the longbow is in hand, even if two masters of nine products come to murder themselves, he will not have any fear. On the contrary, he has some long-lost excitement, ready to use his bow string. The arrow came to a certain life.

The bow and arrow on his hand did not aim, but his mind had locked in the distant place, but the stone beasts on the sides of the houses were separated on both sides.

Yan Xiaoyi still has some energy, and he has changed his mind behind him, and now he is still in the fog of the usual smell.

No one will move first.

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I don't know how long it took. The strange fog on the long street still didn't dissipate. Yan Xiaoyi's body like a mountain still stood, without any sense of exhaustion.

However, he knew that the two people in the dark were not tired. At least they did not let themselves know that the other person’s mind was relaxed. It was a great thing to be more patient and persevering. Yan Xiaoyi recognized each other’s realm. And strength.

He understands that the long street killing in the middle of the night has already fallen into a deadlock. He has protected himself with the stone beast, but he has also blocked himself. This is a stalemate. I am afraid that the sky will be bright and the two sides will still be unable to move.

However, the other party can withdraw, Yan Xiaoyi can not move, he knows that he has fallen into a disadvantage.

It’s been a long time since Yan Xiaoyi is still standing in the corner of the street. It’s like a statue. The longbow is in the hand, the arrow is in the string, and it’s not moving. There is a very strange beauty.

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Suddenly, a long cough of a long street filled with white mist suddenly came.

Along with this weird cough, a faint light was reflected in the fog, and the light gradually lit up, approaching the corner of the street, and the closer it was, the two lanterns were discovered.

The lantern was held in the hands of two small eunuchs, and the little eunuch's face was somewhat white.

Behind the little **** is a small sedan carrying four chores, and the coughing sounds from the small sedan.

The sedan chair stopped at the side of Yan Xiaoyi, and the curtain of the car was slightly stunned, revealing an old and tired face.

This face belongs to Hong Gonggong.

Hong Gonggong's dim eyes blinked, and Yan Xiaoyi, who was next to the car, said softly: "On the street, the snow night, most of them are supervised, but the night is already deep, or go back to the house, the old slave will send you."

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