Yan Yuan's blood stained the rock wall with a long red stripe.
Lu Bu was nowhere to be found on the battlefield.
The mysterious Mahayana master of archery left no trace at all.
Fan Li remained silent, wanting to pull out the Fangtian Painted Halberd with his own hands.
As soon as his fingertips touched the long handle, it was immediately shocked away!
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that Fang Tian's painted halberd was shrouded in a layer of awe-inspiring aura, as if to warn anyone who tried to touch it.
"Mr. Yan, do you want to tell me the identity of the murderer by forcing you to keep this weapon?" Fan Li murmured to himself.
"Master, let me come?"
Wu Zhui's voice was extremely soft, as if a slightly heavier tone would hurt Fan Li.
He nodded.
Wu Zui, who was in the black dragon state, opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black spiritual energy, covering Fang Tian's painted halberd.
Under the corrosion of the black spiritual energy, the Haoran energy gradually dissipated.
When the last breath of energy dissipated, Fan Li approached again.
This time, he pulled out Fang Tian's painted halberd with only one hand.
At the same time, he also used his other hand to catch Yan Yuan's body.
The elegant and noble duke's brocade uniform was stained with blood, but Fan Li seemed to have no feeling.
He could have put Yan Yuan's body on the dragon's back, but he didn't.
Fan Li always held it carefully and had no intention of putting Yan Yuan down.
"Master, are you going to save your clone now?" Wu Zhui asked.
She was worried.
If you stay here for too long, the injured clone of the master may be in danger.
"No need." Fan Li shook his head slowly: "Let's send Mr. Yan home first."
Wu Zhui was stunned and wanted to speak out to dissuade him, but finally held back.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind:
One day in the future, if I die in battle, my master will not leave me to die in the wilderness.
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Chudu, Pengcheng.
In the palace, Xiang Chong and the officials were having a banquet.
Xiang Chong has become more understanding of life recently.
Since he can't compete with Fan Li for power, he can simply enjoy the happiness of being an emperor.
Although the power has fallen, the limited imperial power is far better than the years of hard training in Lihuo Sect.
One of Xiang Chong's biggest hobbies is banquets with officials.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that the civil and military courtiers of Great Chu at the banquet were very cute.
As long as the topic of government affairs is not involved, these ministers are willing to praise him a few words.
For example, he is kind and natural and considerate of his subordinates.
In particular, a well-known close minister of the Fan family also praised Xiang Chong for being "along with the grassroots", "good at listening to other people's opinions", "playing an exemplary and leading role" and so on.
Although the wording was weird, it could always be heard that he was praising himself, which was very helpful to Xiang Chong.
"Report~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
Suddenly, an imperial guard sang and entered the Golden Palace without asking for permission.
Xiang Chong felt unhappy and was about to get angry!
When he took a closer look at the identity of the person, he turned out to be the deputy commander of the Ouchi Guards, a former deputy general of the garrison, and a die-hard loyalist of Fan Li.
"cough!"
"What's the matter?"
You don't have to look at the monk's face or the Buddha's face, but Fan Li still has to give him face.
Xiang Chong forced a smile on his face and acted like he was all ears.
The deputy commander of the bodyguard took the lead in kneeling and kowtowing. After the etiquette was complete, he said loudly:
"Edict of Duke Jin."
Wow!
All the civil and military officials of Great Chu who had been sitting at the table stood up.
They were half-bowed, as if they were listening respectfully to the instructions.
Xiang Chong is so depressed!
But what can be done?
Fan Li had such a status in Da Chu. Not only could he have the deputy commander of the imperial bodyguards deliver edicts to him, but no one in the civil and military dynasties dared to sit and listen!
"My minister Fan Li was ambushed outside Yunmeng Mountain during this trip."
"First, a mysterious archery master assassinated him, and then he was chased by an army led by Prince Wanli of the Ming Dynasty..."
The courtiers of Da Chu were in an uproar!
But Xiang Chong said excitedly: "Jin Gong is in danger and died...cough, are you okay?"
The deputy commander of the guards gave Xiang Chong a cold look.
This deputy commander is a ninth-grade Nascent Soul Dzogchen, a half-step god. There is several levels of strength gap with Xiang Chong, and he can kill him with one hand.
He said coldly: "Mr. Jin, everything is fine!"
"Very good!"
"The Duke of Jin is fine, which is a blessing to our great Chu!"
"Your Majesty should offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, report to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and congratulate Duke Jin on his health!"
The civil and military officials spoke one after another, but Xiang Chong was furious to death!
He resisted the urge to curse, but listened to the deputy commander of the guards continue to report:
"Of course, the original Taichang belonged to the official Yan Yuan and was unfortunately killed in an ambush."
"Five more guards died fighting."
"My minister Fan Li asked me to posthumously grant Yan Yuan the title of Minister of Taichang Temple, the title of Marquis of Mu, and the posthumous title of Wen Xiang."
"Five bodyguards are given posthumously to hereditary auxiliary generals..."
Xiang Chong was sitting on the dragon chair, listening to the deputy commander read out a long series of edicts on pensions, his mind was in a state of shock.
The general of the auxiliary country is only a third-grade general, and it is nothing more than a posthumous gift.
But with the word 'hereditary' added, it's really something that even an ordinary second-grade general can't exchange for!
Working for Fan Li, is it so delicious?
And that Yan Yuan!
Who is he?
It sounds like he is just an ordinary official of Taichang Temple. He will die when he dies. How can he give a posthumous gift to the Minister of Taichang Temple?
This is a high-ranking official at the head of the Nine Qings!
Also granted a title of marquis or a posthumous title? !
When a clan official of Lao Xiang's family dies, he may not receive this treatment.
"Ahem..." Xiang Chong coughed dryly and asked tentatively: "Is Duke Jin's reward too heavy?"
Deputy Commander Ouchi looked at him coldly and replied: "I don't know, general. Please ask your Majesty to ask Duke Jin."
Ah this? !
Unless necessary, Xiang Chong never wanted to see Fan Li's face in his life, so how could he dare to ask him?
Helpless, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to ask: "Dong Jin's trip to Yunmeng Mountain, will there be any gains?"
"Even the last general doesn't know."
"If your Majesty wants to know, just ask Duke Jin."
grass!
Xiang Chong almost cursed.
have no idea?
The deputy commander is a die-hard fan of the Fan family, how could he not know anything?
Obviously I don’t want to say it!
Such a treacherous traitor is really... really... Xiang Chong really has no choice at all.
After a long time, he finally choked out two words:
"Accurate."
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Jiangshan Pavilion.
This is the central area of Fan Mansion, with intelligence and information constantly flowing in and out every day.
Even the state affairs of Da Chu were often decided in Jiangshan Pavilion instead of Xiang Chong's Jinluan Palace.
At this moment, Jiangshan Pavilion hung up white paper lanterns.
All the guards, maids, and servants of Fan Mansion changed into plain clothes.
A coffin carved from golden nanmu lay quietly in the pavilion.
In the coffin, Yan Yuan lay.
His remains were carefully arranged, his beard and hair were meticulously maintained, and his complexion was naturally moist.
His eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping peacefully.
Yan Yuan also changed his clothes, into clean and neat Confucian clothes, as strict and simple as his character.
Fan Li carved the hands and feet out of sandalwood to complete the severed limbs.
"...report the news of Mr. Yan's death to Lu Cheng and let Marquis Wenxin know."
Fan Li sat next to the coffin, and after a long silence, he finally issued the first order.
A figure exited Jiangshan Pavilion. He was a spy from Fan Mansion specializing in intelligence.
Later, Fan Li took out the [Chen Yuan Necklace·Yang] and sent a video application to Xiang Ning.
"snort!"
"Fan Li, how long have you not contacted me?"
In the video, Xiang Ning pretended to be angry, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.
But she immediately noticed that Fan Li's expression was gloomy and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"What's wrong with you? I...I'm just kidding, I'm actually very happy that you can contact me proactively..."
Fan Li stared at Xiang Ning for a long time and found that she was full of spiritual energy and her eyes were full of energy. It was obvious that she had made great progress in cultivation.
All this is thanks to that woman.
Qingqiu.
She fulfilled her promise and took good care of Xiang Ning.
"His Majesty."
Fan Li's expression softened a bit.
"I have something to see Holy Master Qingqiu. Is she here?"
