Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fan wants to laugh but can't smile. The expression on his face is like being surrounded by the snow outside the temple. He looks at Wang Sanlang in front of him and watches the young friend calm. The sly face, after a long time, sighed deeply, and felt the coldness in my heart.

He knows that Thirteen Lang is telling the truth, the other person is a real person, so he will feel the cold.

If the development of the future situation is different from Fan Xian and Si Gujian's estimation plan, if in the eyes of the world, Fan Xian only learns the strength of Dongyi City, but does not take into account the interests of the merchants in Dongyi City, perhaps ten. Saburo will really shoot at him at all costs.

The death of Si Gujian, Taiping Qianzhuang, and the disciples have already paid too much interest and strength for this gamble. If Fan is really anti-water in the future, these people will be angry and hate. Without thinking, Fan Xian also knows how madly revenge the sword and thirteen will be thrilling.

Not to mention the close-knit, well-connected young friends around him, Fan Xian does not want to fight with Wang Sanlang.

In particular, the vengeful revenge of the swordsman, even if it can not directly harm the leisure of the supervision of the hospital, but the raids of such nine strong players, can certainly hurt the relatives, friends, subordinates and the like.

His Majesty the Qing emperor can bear this loss, because most of the time, he sees most of his loved ones as improper people, but Fan is not good. He knows that Wang Sanlang’s attitude at this time represents the disciples’ disciples. What kind of determination is that he must not be afraid of fear.

Fan leisurely glared at his eyes, and his eyes were faint, but they gradually dispersed. Looking at Wang Sanlang calmly said: "Your brothers and sisters have to figure out one thing. This is what your master asked me to do, not what I asked him to do. The so-called cooperation is also your unilateral thought... I don't accept any form of threat."

Wang Sanlang is silent, knowing that Fan Xian is telling the truth.

Fan stared at his eyes and said in one word: "This is what I have been wondering. Four swords give me twelve swords. How can I trust your loyalty instead of worrying at night, you will be behind Sting me a sword."

"If someone wants to stab you, naturally I am blocking." Wang Sanlang slightly bowed his head in a blank voice, "as long as you don't believe in confession."

Fan Xian sneered and said: "I have a shadow behind me. What do you need to do with you? I just hate this feeling. Who am I? I am not a person who can be threatened to do things. The attitude must be put aside. If Yunzhi or Li Bohua don't believe me, then we don't have to continue to talk about it. Let's just give up. After a few months, lead the army to talk again."

Wang Sanlang looked up at him with some doubts and pains and said: "You are also threatening."

"Come and not to be indecent." Fan Xian looked at him seriously and said: "I have a headache with the willingness you presented. I don't want anyone to use you to control me."

"We don't have this kind of extravagant hope, but... To be honest, we don't understand the master's life. Especially the brothers and you don't have too deep contact with you. They don't know what kind of person you are, they can't believe it. You will... I don’t care about the interests of the country, but I want to live and die for the city of Dongyi."

"Believe it or not is their business, I only need them to accept." Fan stood up and gently patted his shoulder. "We are friends. I don't want you to be a person standing by me, always watching. I am a friend of every move."

"Friends should trust each other. Support each other. Do not ask why." Fan Xian looked at Wang Sanlang and said seriously: "You are the attitude that Si Gujian showed me. It is also the attitude I showed to Si Gujian, because of you, me. This trust can be established with Si Gujian, but I hope that from now on, you must learn to have your own attitude... People must live for themselves. In this world, the so-called national hatred and hate, the people’s righteousness There are already enough people, and your temper is not suitable for this kind of thing."

"You are suitable for doing?" Wang Sanlang read his words, asked quietly.

"I was forced to do so, I was forced to Liangshan." Fan's lips were bitter, his heart was bitter, his lips were awkward, his eyes sighed outside the quiet room and sighed: "Look at the black hole there, but the thief's lair? But is it a thief? I am a thief? I don't want to catch up, but I don't want to kill it."

Wang Sanlang looked at him quietly and said: "Who else can force you to do this in this world?"

Fan has been silent for a long time, then said: "I don't know, maybe fundamentally, I just want to do it myself."

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Regarding the emperor's squatting, Fan has already made far-reaching considerations. As he said with his father, before Wu Qishu returned, he did not want to turn his face and did not have any reason to turn his face. Although there was such a tragedy decades ago, as a soul floating in this world, even if you want to avenge the woman, when you face the physical father, you will always hesitate.

And the Emperor’s Majesty is still so powerful and powerful enough to be completely invincible.

Fan Xian just wants to make the world more gentle, more in line with his thoughts. This is probably the first time that all the traversers want to do things after they come to another completely different world.

He did not know that Ye Hao did this. Wu Anguo did this, and even Ye Liangmei did the same. Perhaps only Shi Yue had not done it.

In fact, this is only the fate of the traversing person, or the fate of a good traverser. You can’t always enjoy it. You can’t enjoy the spiritual needs. The human instinct and desire to control will force you to go in that direction. Anyone with sufficient power and strength will try to use his power to change something.

Jinyi night life, that requires the strength of the old monk, but even if the old monk is dying, he can not help but ask Shakespeare.

Therefore, people like Fan Xi, when he is already in a certain position in the world, always wear beautiful clothes, stand under the sun, and do what he wants according to his own ideas.

For this world. Not necessarily a good choice, but at least what he thinks is a good choice. History is a dough that is kneaded by the strong. But the strong think that the little girl is the best, and some think that it should be squeezed into a big knife, in the lively

Cut a chop in the market.

It is good to judge who is right and who is wrong, and before the conclusion of history, the strong have already become white bones, and they must do it. This is thorough enough, refreshing enough, and unswerving.

Fan Xianyu lived this second world. At the end of the spring of the Qing Dynasty, he finally climbed to the peak he could reach. At this time, the young ministers of the Qing State had the right to control the power of the court and have money. Most of the money under the sun was under his faint control. And he has a reputation, his reputation is loud, and the world does not do second person theory.

The most important thing is that he has a deed. When the white smoke rose in the east of Dongyi City, the white spirits swayed in the thick spring breeze, and the funeral of Si Gujian was about to proceed. The negotiations between Nanqing and Dongyi City have also ended, and the world has finally undergone fundamental changes. From today, the appearance of the territory has become unfamiliar.

Dongyi City finally attached a powerful Qingguo in name. The entire continent was not only the green of the West, but also the country that remained silent in the north. All of them surrendered to the hoof of Qingguo.

Moreover, the Qing Dynasty did not send a soldier, and this goal was achieved. Contribute to all this. Nature is Fan Xian, his reputation. At this moment, the apex of history has been reached. And the things he did are inevitably written into the books of history.

Fan is quietly standing at the door of Jian Jian. Wang XIII Lang stood behind him, and the remaining eleven swordsmen and disciples stood quietly not far away, while the Qing State Mission stood on his other side, the guardian’s secret detectives were Did not show his body shape, watching all the surroundings in vigilance in all directions.

Today is the opening ceremony of the sword for ten years. This ceremony has already been held long ago, but Si Gujian has been seriously ill and will die, plus the swordsman has a big event today to announce the world, please come to the whole world a lot of important Character.

There are too many people here today, too complicated. Recently, there are some uneasi factors in the princes and small cities around the city of Dongyi City, and some of the uneasiness factors are fermenting. Even some places have already appeared in the army, so they are representatives of the aggressors. Characters are free, and naturally become the top priority of protection work.

However, Dongyi City does not really worry about the safety of Fan Leisure, because the person who wants to kill Fan Leisure in this place should not be born yet.

Of course, this judgment naturally excludes the only master of the world, the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty. After all, everyone believes that Qingdi will not suddenly go crazy and assassinate the illegitimate child who has just made great contributions.

No one dares to stand side by side with Fan. Today, the weather is aurora, the spring is bright, and the sun is shining, so there is some light summer heat.

Wang Sanlang is the closest person to Fan Xian, and he has lost half a step behind Fan.

Fan is quiet and greets the giants who have come from all over the world. At the same time, he took the Nanqing and Beiqi missions as a half-master. Nanqing’s mission officials have a hard time. The joy of suppression, but the face of the officials of the Northern Qi is extremely ugly.

The open space at the entrance of the sword has already set up a large shed with countless white paper flowers and credits. It does not look festive, and does not coincide with the opening ceremony and the nominal return.

Fan Xian did not care about this. The officials of the Qingguo Lili Department were somewhat unhappy, but they did not dare to express anything, because everyone knew that the opening ceremony should be regarded as the funeral of Si Gujian. The officials of the Ministry of Education did not want to be here. A moment of urgency, angering the strong men in the sword.

The sun slowly moved to the sky, and the air gradually became hot. Fortunately, Dongyi City is on the coast of the East China Sea. There are sea breeze blowing all the time and night, and you can bear it. In addition to the sheds covering most of the blazing sun, the guests who came to observe the ceremony, in addition to sweating, did not have much complaints.

Suddenly, the sound of firecrackers sounded outside the sword. I don’t know how many firecrackers blew at this moment. The confetti was shocked and the smoke began to fill up.

It seems that this is a signal. In the entire huge city of Dongyi, at the door of every commercial house, at the door of every residential house, the firecrackers that have already been prepared are ignited at the same time. Even those who hang red lights at ordinary times, sing songs every night. The brothel also replaced the lantern with white, and set off firecrackers in front of the building.

The girls have changed their plain clothes and looked at the direction of the sword with a trace of uneasiness.

Merchants are standing under the white spirits at their doorstep, watching the whip in front of them blow into pieces.

The baby in the woman's arms was stunned by the loud firecrackers that sounded at the same time in the Dongyi City, regardless of the north and south.

The whole city of Dongyi, the sound of the whip, the sound of crying, the slight glare of the scent of the scent covered the entire city with the smoke.

The whip is like a person, and the smoke is like a soul that gradually leaves.

Fan Xian quietly looked at this scene, suddenly thought of the firecrackers heard many years ago in the Northern Qi Dynasty outside the capital, secretly silent, I thought that whether it is Zhuang everyone, or Si Gujian, in fact, for these ordinary people They are all the same lofty.

Under the shed outside the sword, in the voice of the clouds, everyone squatted toward the black.

Fan Xian also succumbed, and then heard the death of Si Gujian, who was declared by Yun Zhizhen.

Unsurprisingly, when Si Gujian was dying, he finally forgave the dissidents that Yunzhi had once moved, and ordered him to take over the post of Dongyi City. Yun Zhiyi has always presided over the swordsmanship and mastered the world affairs. He took over as the city owner. With his inner heart, he can definitely form a relatively complete constraint with Nanqing people who come to accept Dongyi City.

Fan Xian doesn't care about this. He listens in silence. He just wants to take care of the sword and only pass the sword to the thirteen lang. Then he can use the intimate relationship between the two to really control the terrible twelve. Put the sword.

Just thinking, he heard the last sentence of Yunzhi, and his eyes could not help but scream.

"Fan leisure mother Dong Yi, I personally teach swords, it is a big material, let it preside over ... Kailuan."

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