MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 138 People on the road

The wind came from the north, but the people in the wind went all the way to the north. The carriage bypassed Lushan Chong and quietly wiped the gap between Yanjing and Zhangzhou. When it was about to arrive in the North Sea, it fell snow at the end of February.

The place is cold, unlike the four wilderness, the carriage is covered with a thin layer of snow, like a black bread that has been stained with smashed scorpion, slowly walking on the road in the wilderness.

Wang Qiian, who was driving, was wearing a raincoat outside, barely used to block the snow, but the eyelashes and the beard on the lips were still condensed by the snow. It looked a bit miserable, but his eyes always looked cloudy and indifferent. At the moment, in the snow, it looks so clear and sharp, slowly sweeping across the road, without letting go of any doubtful movement.

Wang Qi-nian is already very old, but such a big snow still does not make him feel any tired feeling. This old guy is as thin as a monkey, but the muscles are like a bone, full of strength, full of spirit, so The long journey did not make him feel uncomfortable. It is also a powerful figure in one of the two wings of the inspectorate. In order to stop the disguise along the way, open the joints, falsify the instruments, break through the numerous inspection lines of the Nanqing court, and successfully let the carriage come not far from the border. local.

At that time, he was a Jiangyang thief in the north-central part of the mainland. It was too suitable for these businesses. Waiting for the carriage to pass a mountain, and the small bridge above Xuexi passed, Wang Qiian finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the carriage had crossed the border. Came to the territory of the Northern Qi Dynasty. Nothing can endanger the safety of the adult in the carriage. However, immediately afterwards, Wang Qiian’s lips gave birth to a bitter smile. I really don’t know what happened on the eve of the night. How did the situation develop into the present appearance? It’s clear that everyone is celebrating, but they have to step into the land of the enemy. To feel the true security.

I felt that the carriage underneath was turned upside down, and the car in the carriage was waking up. These years of career made him very aware that the road on the carriage was somewhat different from the road when you were running hard these days. Although he was really innocent at this time, the body's 36,000 pores and the subtle touch of those skins still did not disappear.

He gathered the thick sheepskin on his body. Gently coughed twice. Open the corner of the window and look out the car. I saw that the carriage was walking on a wooden bridge with some familiarity. It was a scene similar to the scenery, but the atmosphere was absolutely not similar. At this time it is winter, and how the familiar scenery will only come into being different. However, Fan Leisure still moves from the stream, the trend of the hills and hills, and accurately distinguishes the carriage crossing the Wudu River.

In that year, he made the North Qi in the name of the young poet. At this time, Shawn is here, and here is the first time he saw the sea otter blossoming. How could he forget it?

Fan’s face was pale and there was no trace of blood. It was the thin lips that looked a bit bleak. The injury in the body still showed no signs of improvement, and the emperor's next finger crushed the meridians was still riddled with holes. Without the infuriating body, the rushing and tiredness of the past few days and the cold outside the car finally made him fall ill again.

The thick sheepskin wrapped around his body, only one head came out, and there was a small stove in the carriage, but there was no heat at all. Fan leisurely squinted and stared at the land in the north of the bridge, gently sighing out a hot breath, and fell into meditation.

This time, with the emperor's squatting confrontation, Fan Xian has already exerted the strength of the peak that he can reach in this life. However, he is still being shot by one finger, and the meridians in the body are so severe that the small days are full of natural instinct. It was also forced to be scattered among the five internal organs. It could not be condensed at all. The only thing that could be useful was the mysterious booklet left to him by the bitterness. It was just that the strength between heaven and earth was too thin and it would be like this. Go on, don't know how many years it will take.

After crossing the Wudu River, not far from the North Sea, the body's meridians are broken, and Fan Xian naturally remembers the blossoming of the sea otter. In that year, his body was broken, all relying on the care and treatment of the sea otter in Jiangnan, just this time. The injury is even heavier, and Haishu does not know that he has not escaped from Kyoto.

Fan Xian does not worry much about the security of the shadow, because he understands that the shadow is the most similar to his own. As long as he goes to the sea of ​​people, no matter what identity he uses, they can live well and safely, and live incomparably. Moisturizing. However, Haishu and Wang Shilang are not the same. Although they are the top young strongmen under the sun, they have not studied these skills for survival.

In the news of Kyoto, there are not many Fans knowing. When he is hiding in the mountains, he will tell him about the current situation in Kyoto. He knows that His Majesty has woke up. However, after he left Beijing, he and Wang Qiian only walked silently, actively cutting off the connection with the old genus of the Supervisory Academy and the parties in the world.

On the one hand, it is for safety, on the other hand, it is also a part of the agreement between Fan Xian and His Majesty. Fan is clear and clear. As long as he does not die, his Majesty will not start against those people, and it is not appropriate to take the initiative to contact these people.

The cold wind poured in from the window, and Fan’s eyes were even more powerful. He didn’t think that the weather at the end of February was still so cold. I couldn’t help but worry about the temple trips of some days. How can the weak and weak body resist the cold that is deeply involved?

Fan Xian retracted his hands and feet into the thick sheepskin, tired and squatting against the window, letting the snow hit his face, quietly watching the winter forest at the end of the bridge, thinking of the woods of that year. In the flower girl holding the flower basket, she stood quietly. If she was around, maybe the temple trip, it would be much easier.

The words of the people wishing to follow these four words seem to be the situation of Fan Xian’s eyes. Fan Xian looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in the winter forest. Looking at the colors appearing in the piece of white, I couldn’t help but feel that my eyes were not spent.

"It's time to take the medicine." The carriage passed the wooden bridge and stopped safely. Wang Qinian squatted into the carriage. Putting a bowl of warm soup on the top of the stove, and ending up in front of Fan Xian ground, he heard a few coughs of Fan Xian, and he was worried.

Fan Xian reached out from the sheepskin and smiled and pointed at the winter forest outside the window and said: "The medicine is there."

What surprised Fan is that. And Haishu is waiting for himself in the Wudu River... Wang Shilang. Contrary to the time when the emperor was in front of the Taiji Temple, the silent and firm figure of Wang Sanlang flashed out from behind the sea, quietly watching the carriage getting closer and closer.

A curtain of the car, the snow flies into, Fan leisurely looked at the two life and death, reluctantly touched the lips, it seems to want to laugh. But I can't laugh at it. After all, he just sighed and said: "I didn't expect you to run faster than me."

"We are out of Beijing later than you." Haitang smashed the ice **** on the thick cotton shovel and sat down to Fan's side. I don't know if I thought of the meeting in Kyoto last month, the smile on the girl's face. Gradually, I calmly said: "I heard that because you first escaped from Kyoto, the strength of the search for the Nanqing court was weak, and we had a chance."

Fan nodded and coughed twice and said: "It’s good to be alive. We don’t have to say anything like thank you. The Kyoto thing, I was originally away from your two old monster masters. I want to say thank you, after all, you should thank me."

Haishu sighed. Looked at him pale face. Shaking his head and laughing: "I thought that after this battle, you always have to mature. It is not expected to be like this."

"Mature? I have been familiar with it for the past 20 years. I finally regained some of the youthful taste. How could I abandon it." Fan idled and said, turned to Wang Shilang, after a moment of silence. Asked: "How is your injury?"

From the moment Wang Sanlang entered the curtain of vanity, Fan Xian was keenly aware of the problems of Wang Sanlang's body. The right arm that was killed by the Emperor seemed to be unable to recover.

A swordsman who is sincere and sincere in the sword, the hand of the sword is half-depleted. There is no doubt that this is an extremely fatal blow. However, the expression of Wang Sanlang has not changed at all. He whispered: "Your home." The old man is too arrogant, and the meridians of my right arm are all smashed, and there is no way to cure it."

"I tried it on the road, but the effect is very general." Haishu blossomed and looked at Wang Sanlang with a worries, and the most loved disciples of the two great masters on this road accompanied them. They were very familiar.

Fan Coughed twice, calmly said: "I will take a look." After saying this, his **** have been placed on the pulse of Wang Sanlang, followed by one hand like a dragon claw Upward, carefully drafted a right arm that Wang Shilang could not force, and his face looked more and more heavy.

Wang Sanlang silenced for a moment and said: "I have suffered many injuries in my life, no big deal."

Fan shook his head and said: "I bought some good gold needles in the capital, I will try it..." Then he turned around and blocked his lips with his fist and coughed twice, then gasped and said: " It’s all over this place, what better is there between us? Let him pass the law of heaven together.”

After a moment of silence, Haitang nodded, and the infuriating effect of the sky was very effective in repairing the meridian wounds. Although it was the secret of the Qingshan vein, Haishu had privately passed it to Fan Xian, which was used to save Wang Sanlang. The kendo career is also feasible.

Wang Sanlang hurriedly raised his head. He heard some good messages from Fan Xian’s words. Even though he was a strong man who was not attached to his heart, he couldn’t help but frown at the moment: “Can this injury be cured? ”

"Not necessarily, but I have to give it a try." Fan Xian closed her eyes with a little tiredness and said: "At least eating should be no problem, but if you want to return to the original realm, I am afraid it is impossible... I advise You start to re-train your left hand now, and your left hand is good... You must know that there is a name called Jing Wusheng who is famous for his left hand. Of course, his right hand is deeper. If you can practice both hands, it will be amazing. ”

There was a silence in the carriage, and Wang Sanlang suddenly smiled calmly and said: "Then I will practice my left hand first, and I will have time to practice my right hand later." Haishu blossomed quietly and looked at her eyes with a pale face. I don’t know how many different emotions have arisen in my heart. Over the years, she has seen less with Fan Xian. However, the two people never need too much discourse. You can know the other side's mind. However, at this moment, the sea otter blossomed suddenly found that he could not see through the fan.

The Battle of Kyoto Palace, the sea otter blossoming clearly and shockedly found that today's Fan Xian has disappeared beyond the nine realms that the world has recognized, and stabilized himself and Wang Shilang, only to see him can celebrate The emperor confronted several rounds of positive battles. And can make Qing Emperor injured, they know that the strength of Fan Leisure has reached a terrible level.

"You...has you already understood something?" Haiyan asked a wordless.

Fan Xian immediately understood, opened his eyes, shook his head, and said with a slight smile: "If you really understand, it will not be as bad in the palace."

As soon as this was said, the three young men in the carriage were in silence at the same time. Their thoughts seem to have returned to the blizzard in the palace. These three most powerful and promising young masters in the world, plus one of the world's first assassins, but in the face of the smudged yellow figure, it still looks so small.

Thinking of the Emperor's glory on the day, although the people in the carriage were successfully injured, they still gave birth to a feeling of irresistible feeling.

"There is no real **** in the world, and the wounds suffered by you are heavier than you and me." Fan Xian's indifferent words broke the atmosphere of a suffocating carriage in the carriage. "If this time I am not abolished. Thirteen is not disabled, you I also spit three barrels of blood. In fact, the best choice at the moment should be to kill Kyo again."

Haishu smiled slightly, thinking that such a bold plan can only be imagined by Fan Xian, and her mind is slightly moving. Quietly looking at his pale face and asked: "How is your injury?"

"Thirteen is miserable. There is basically no chance to recover." Fan Xian calmly told his injury and said: "But I don't care about it. Since I can't beat it, it's like a child fighting. It’s the same way to find the relatives of the family.

Haishu did not understand the meaning of Fan Xian’s words for the time being. For example, Ming Lake’s general feelings of exhaustion in the eyelids were calm, and calmly asked: “Those mines on the square in front of the palace... Do you know what it is?”

"It's a box." Fan's lips curled up slightly. "It's my suitcase. It's probably the pain and the four swords. I also mentioned the box to you. But you don't look at me like this. I don't know if the box is now. Whose hands, and you don't think too much about the box. If it is really an artifact, then you will not be seriously injured now, and you will die long ago."

Haishu silently asked for a long time: "I have always had a thing I don't understand. Since you and the Qing Emperor are mutually constrained, no one will let the Nanqing civil strife, then why don't you choose to escape from Kyoto, but choose Got out?"

Fan Xian has been silent for a long time. The calmness in the eyes is getting stronger and stronger. He said in a harmony: "One is that I have to prove to my Majesty that I have the qualification to negotiate with him. I must have the courage to sit first. He talked with him in front of him. Secondly, it is a method to withdraw from Kyoto, but his Majesty will not want me to break away from control. The most important thing is... I am not willing."

He closed his eyes and said quietly: "I can choose to go to the sea like Ye Liuyun and Mr. Fei. From then on, I will ignore the world and control how many people will die on this continent, but I am not willing to stop... no one can stop him. In history, he will be correct."

This is the truth of defeating the king. If no one can stop the Qing Emperor, the history will never leave any breath of Ye Xiaomei. Chen Pingping will also be destined to become a sinister, full of evil, and finally died by the delay. A thief.

Fan Xian is not willing to take the soul from his hometown. The result of his efforts on this continent is that it is really clean and white, so he must try the most courageously.

"I always try once." Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Although it was defeated, at least there is no regret. When you die in the future, you can always tell yourself that I have been brave in my life."

The medicinal soup on the stove was squeaking, and a scent of medicinal herbs shrouded the carriage. Haiyan looked at Fan Xian and asked softly: "Then what do you do next, Fan Fan’s thunder, but still The defeat was successful, and the Qing Emperor was seriously injured in the palace, but after all, there was no death, and the strong national strength of Qingguo still existed, and no one could face the lion. For Fan Xian, if he wants to keep the emperor Commitment to sincerity. You can't do anything to anger the court of the Qing Dynasty. The road ahead of Fan Xian seems to be only hidden in the small village, and it will pass the rest of the road.

"I want to go to the temple, I don't know if you are interested." Fan Xian sent a sincere invitation.

Wang Sanlang’s eyes lit up, and the sea otter blossomed and smiled and said: “Wang Daren’s road is probably hard. I am going to catch a bus.”

"Do you know the road?" Fan laughed and couldn't help but coughed twice.

Haishutou did not return, smiled and said: "You mentioned some in Jiangnan that year, it should be in the north."

From the Wudu River, the official road, the broad-leaved forest next to the road gradually became a fine needle. With the beautiful ice icing on the tree next to the road, the road covered with the snow was able to pass to the capital of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

The dilapidated and vicissitudes of the city wall. It is also covered with snow. Although today's Nanqing Jiangnan area, it must have been a spring bud, the grass will grow, the insects will sound warm days, but this year in the northern Qi Dynasty, the snow has been falling, the temperature has not been able to rise, still the main tone of white.

The bright yellow umbrella is like a strange flower on the snow. It is open on the head of the ancient city of Shangcheng, and the snow is floating on the top of the umbrella. Did not make a sound. His Majesty the Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty and his most beloved geography and nobles, wearing extremely expensive donkeys, standing under the umbrella, standing in front of the countless **** palace ministers in the Northern Qi Dynasty court, quietly watching the road in front of the capital.

Did not wait for how long. An unusually beautiful carriage slowly came from the intersection in the southwest. The gates of the capital city opened wide and a team of caravans appeared. Go to pick up.

The Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty’s eyes were slightly stunned, and his hands were behind him. The white face was not so healthy and rosy. He looked at the carriage and could not help but sigh gently. This sigh was extremely repressed, and no one could hear it except the syllabus beside him.

At this time, Sylvia was holding a tightly wrapped baby, bowing his head and tidying up the warm towel at the top of the baby's head. He suddenly heard the sigh of the side, his eyes narrow and his eyes narrowed and he said with a soft voice: "So Cold weather, or else... let's hold the red bean rice first?"

From the eleventh year to the twelfth anniversary of the Qing Dynasty, the Northern Qi Dynasty court has maintained an extremely rare repression and forbearance for the unpredictable situation in the south. It only helped the Fan Yi to stabilize the Dongyi City by mobilizing the army. The situation. The reason why the Northern Qi Dynasty court did not take advantage of the opportunity of Qingdi and Fan’s father and son to seek greater benefits, the most important reason is that since the fall of last year, the emperor of Beiqi has been seriously ill and released back by Nanqing. Mr. Qingshan Mu Peng, who was in Beijing, could not be cured for a while. His lingering bed was a few months old, and it was very rare to connect with the courtiers, let alone the laborious and hard-working state affairs.

The political affairs of the DPRK is basically handled by the Queen Mother. The emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty was sick for several months. Fortunately, the most **** royal blood of the Northern Qichen people finally gave good news in this year. Successfully gave birth to a princess.

Perhaps because of this good news, the illness of His Majesty the Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty has gradually improved. The folks in the Northern Qi Dynasty are all happy. Although the birthday of the nobles is not a prince, but thousands of people think that their Majesty is still young, as long as they have a beginning, Naturally, you can continue to grow.

The name of the little princess of the Northern Qi has not yet been taken, but the Emperor of the Northern Qi and Ligui have privately given the name of this baby-carved baby, calling for red bean rice, although this little name is really ugly. The loss of royal dignity caused a lot of arguments in the palace eunuchs, but after all, it was called.

When he heard the words of Si Li, the emperor of the Northern Qi frowned and bored, looking back at the daughter in her arms, and said with a slight anger: "These little people are really troublesome."

Sylvia's face was unchanged, but his heart was full of smiles. He thought about the red bean rice in his arms. It was really a trouble for the big ones, but everything was smoothly passed. Suddenly, she looked at her abdomen with sorrow, her body was bloated, and she looked like a maternal woman, but after all, there was no such thing in her stomach.

She knew very well why she was braving the cold today. She also took the princess on the wall to see the carriage. Because the carriage entered the territory of Beiqi, she contacted the North Qi Dynasty court. The Emperor Beiqi and her were clear. Where will the carriage go next? And... no one is optimistic that they can come back, squatting probably... just thinking that the man from the south can see this child before he leaves.

On the official road not far from the Beijing city wall, it is another scene. The lonely carriage was connected to the caravan that came out of the capital, and Fan was wrapped in thick fur clothes, and it was rare to get out of the carriage. Looking at the young Lang in front of me, I felt a lot of feelings in my heart. For a time, my eyes were a little wet, but I couldn’t say anything.

From the spring of the Qing Dynasty to the present day, it has been eight years since the beginning of the year. Fan Sizhen, who is in front of him, has already had a small face from that year. Annoying children. It has become a young man who is now mature and stable, and has a strong business style. At this moment, Fan Xian suddenly gave birth to the illusion that he was old. He stepped forward and hugged his brother tightly. He did not say too much.

There are not many time for their brothers to get along with each other, but Fan has never lost his jealousy and teachings. The letters have never been broken. He knows how hard it is for the brothers to work alone in Beiqi. However, the so-called jade is not a weapon, he must be willing to endure.

"Brother." Fan Sizhen looked at his long-time brother, and thought about the things that happened in the southern Kyoto. Then he thought that his brother would soon set foot on a world, so he would not go back. Cried out. Said: "My father and mother are in Zhangzhou, and my grandmother is not good now. You just go, what do we do?"

"This is a broken child!" Fan Yu’s heart was warm, but he coughed and smiled. “It’s like I’m going to die. The father in Luzhou will take care of it. If you have time, you can go back and watch. Look, do my filial piety for me..." When he said this, he sighed and said nothing. Fan Sizhen actually knew that in the current situation, his brother could never return to Ganzhou because his majesty could not allow him. Live down.

"What have you prepared for these years, are you ready?" Fan did not want his brother to meet, and he fell into such sadness and forcibly turned the subject. The right color said: "I don't know what to face, but I don't know what to face. Those things that you want to prepare, but to save my life, you can not be a profiteer."

This joke is not funny, Fan Sizhen naturally can not laugh, screaming in the voice, those things are in the caravan, the caravan has to follow the Fan free time north gate Tianguan, at this time naturally do not have to come out.

The two brothers left the team, and then carefully said a few words, nothing more than about Chenzhou, about Kyoto, about parents, about grandmother, about Ruo Ruo and nephew.

When they were going to be separated, the two brothers returned to the side of the team. Fan Siyi thought of a slap in the face, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he personally took a heavy scorpion from a carriage and hugged him to Fan’s body. "This is the big hall from the city of Dongyi. It is said that you can't forget what it is. What is it? It's so heavy... I didn't dare to open it."

Fan’s expression suddenly became dignified, and he smiled slightly. He knew that he could not hold such a heavy jar with his physical strength. He waved to the carriage and said to him, “Go, right now, your right arm. Some strength, hurry to hold your master, your master is too heavy, I can't hold it."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the vicinity of the team was stunned. As for the face of Fan Sizhen who could hold the scorpion, he couldn’t help but change. How could he think that he was holding the ashes of Si Gujian, but this is The will of a great master!

Wang Sanlang’s face has also changed. He took care of the ashes like a treasure, and returned to the carriage without saying anything. Fan’s watched this scene could not help but scream in his heart, thinking about this road. Do you want to stay with the dead every day?

"Why?" Wang Sanlang suddenly found a face from the carriage and asked with a slight frown.

"Your master confessed, if I want to go to the temple, I must go with him." Fan leisure shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

Looking at the team that had gradually set off and slowly left, Fan Sizhen, who was sent to his brother in the snow, suddenly had an unspeakable disappointment and sadness in the eyes of the city’s head. She turned her head and looked around. The emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty said faintly: "Why would he refuse to go to Beijing?"

The emperor of Beiqi was calm and his hands were behind him. He said silently for a moment: "Since he has a gamble with Qingdi, he naturally wants to gamble and lose, and he refuses to use it for shackles. How can he enter the city? Going to the temple, he makes Fan Jia Lao Second, I have been preparing for so long, and I think it will be a certain amount of money. Don’t worry too much."

"But why don't you come out and say a few words to us?"

"She is now a friend of Fan Xian, and this must be understood by the whole world." After the emperor finished this sentence, his eyes flashed a very complicated look, and he was ready to turn and leave the city, at this moment, His eyes suddenly lit up and gave birth to a faint satisfaction.

On the team that was leaving the city, I saw Fan Xian waving to the side, and his face was full of smiles. The emperor of Beiqi smiled slightly and was preparing to wave his hand, but suddenly found that he was not quite right, forcibly put his arm down, just sighed in his heart.

Fan Xian put down his hand and sat back in the carriage. He looked at Wang Sanlang, who was holding the four-legged sword and ash, and the sea otter who was leaning against the window to see the scenery of the country. He said to himself in the heart, women, Goodbye, brothers. Goodbye often means no longer seeing each other, but Fan does not think so. Everyone who knows his plan under the sun thinks he is a madman. He thinks he can't live out of the temple, but...he doesn't believe it. This point, because Ye Xiaomei can, he can.

(This chapter name is also used by Suzaku.... It’s just that these two days are really rough and somewhat scattered. It’s really a headache. I underestimated the busyness of the festival, and I always hope that I can be in the New Year. At the end of the tenth day, I hoped that a happy year would be completed, so I was in a hurry. This kind of thinking seems to be somewhat wrong now... I still have to write it carefully and calmly. If the New Year’s Eve is not finished, I would rather write more. A few days. Of course, I still hope that the New Year's Eve can be finished, I really hope that there will be a perfect, huh, huh.