It is the fourteenth day of the first lunar month in the calendar year one thousand and four of Dafeng.
Han Chan came up in a daze early in the morning and saw a scholar sitting in his room.
It was Fang Zhiqiu who was such a weakling.
Although Han Chan had accepted the fact, when he saw this gentleman from the Fengwuyuan of Yaofengxuansheyuan, he became very angry. He got up from bed in a dull mood and looked at the scholar who was sitting by the fireside reading at the door.
"Why are you here today, sir?"
He was angry, but Han Chan still called him sir.
After all, he is now a student of Xuanxu Academy. What's more, he hasn't received the 20,000 yuan reward yet, so he should be polite first.
"Come and see you."
Fang Zhiqiu smiled slightly and put down the book in his hand. Hanchan then realized that Fang Zhiqiu, who thought he wanted to study early in the morning to enrich himself, was actually looking at the strange things he had brought back from the library.
"Sir, you actually watch this kind of thing. I thought only uneducated killers like me would watch it." Hanchan was a little surprised, but unknowingly, Fang Zhiqiu's impression of it was a little better.
Fang Zhiqiu said with a smile: "Scenery and scenery, strange things, how can they not be strange things? You can't be surprised if you see strange things. If the Taoist sage thought that the ghosts and flowers blooming were just the work of gods and ghosts, and did not go to the Styx River to find out, naturally Then they wouldn’t know that the flower blooming every sixty years is just caused by the tide of the Styx.”
Hanchan naturally wouldn't think that much, he just looked at it out of boredom.
For example, when I don’t want to practice swordsmanship, practice, or take orders, I sit alone in my room, hugging the heater, and watch comfortably all night long.
Although it seems that some playthings are boring.
But as long as you can get something that makes you happy, how can it be called playing with things and losing your mind?
What's more, as a killer, it may be a good thing to be able to play with things and lose one's ambition.
Hanchan washed his face with last night's cold water and asked, "So sir, you just came here to see me?"
Fang Zhiqiu is slightly older than Han Chan, so he seems to be a deceitful brother, which makes people love and hate him.
Looking at Han Chan who was wiping his face, Mr. Fengwuyuan said softly: "Of course there are still things that happened yesterday."
Han Chan put down the towel in his hand and walked to the fireside to sit across from Fang Zhiqiu.
"So what are the courtyard going to do? Should I continue to wander around in the human world?"
Fang Zhiqiu said in a deep voice: "Of course it won't work. The counterattack in the palace yesterday was indeed powerful. It should have been done by the elderly Lord Fengchang. Of course, maybe he is now called Ling Yin."
Han Chan was not interested in knowing whether his name was Ling Yin or Ming Yin.
He didn't even want to pay attention to the six ministers of Huai'an. If Fang Zhiqiu hadn't brought them up, he probably wouldn't have paid attention to these things.
As for how Fang Zhiqiu and the others knew it, it wasn't that difficult.
Although Xuanxuyuan is closed, most of the people in the courtyard are cultivators, and it is just a trivial matter to take a look at the world.
Naturally, they knew the movements of the people in Jiu Si very well.
Master Fengchang entered the palace, while Wei Weisi's people were guarding the palace gate. This was the reason why the bright and aboveboard palace door in the palace had not been closed for Huaian for nearly a thousand years and was closed again.
The rest are still waiting and watching.
Han Chan looked at Fang Zhiqiu and said, "So how should we deal with it next?"
Fang Zhiqiu stood up and stood at the door looking at the snow falling outside the eaves. The two young boys next door were still sleeping, so it was very quiet in the sword courtyard at this time.
"Since you are already riding a tiger, it is naturally difficult to get off." Fang Zhiqiu said slowly, "You really need to enter the palace this time."
Han Chan sighed and said, "Is there no other way?"
Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "Of course there is, but we need to be fair and upright, so naturally we can't show any timidity in this situation. Showing timidity means showing one's bottom."
Han Chan raised his eyebrows and said, "To be able to say such things, it seems that I am really not a descendant of the so-called Huangliang ancient royal family."
Fang Zhiqiu turned back to look at Han Chan and said with a smile: "Who knows about such a thing? Mr. Jing Zhaoyin once saw the portrait of the late emperor, and he thought he looked like it. Maybe it really is."
"That's really a big joke of fate." Han Chan stretched, picked up his sword, and stood at the door with Fang Zhiqiu. "I'm just curious. After a thousand years, won't the appearance of people in the world change? Even if they are of the same blood, their ancestors will definitely be similar to their descendants?"
Fang Zhiqiu just said slowly: "Like nature, there is a reason for resemblance. Just like people from Nantuo, it will be difficult for them to look like people from Anning City in their lifetime."
Nantuo is the extreme south of Huangliang.
And Anning City is the city in the north of Huai'an, within the pass.
"Liuyun Mountain Range is not that far away from False City."
Han Chan said, holding the sword and walking out.
"When will I go? What will happen to the palace and the false capital after I go?"
Fang Zhiqiu picked up the umbrella on the side and walked towards the wind and snow with Han Chan.
"It's inevitable to go here. If the cicada hadn't been caught in the palace yesterday, Xuanxuyuan would have won. It's just that we underestimated the ability of the emperor who doesn't care about worldly affairs to listen to good words."
Fang Zhiqiu walked under the umbrella, looked at the white snow on the ground, and spoke slowly.
"In fact, this is the second time for you." Han Chan said softly. "The first time, Dean Chunfeng thought that His Majesty would agree. It was only when we walked out of Minghefang that we realized that some of the stories had changed."
Fang Zhiqiu said calmly: "There won't be a third time."
Han Chan raised her eyebrows and said, "So confident?"
Fang Zhiqiu said calmly: "Yes, because neither we nor they have time. The emperor needs to deal with the rumors in the false capital that are not conducive to the throne as soon as possible, and we have to rush to the Taiyi Spring Festival Before the end, take Kyoto."
Han Chan was silent for a while.
"Indeed."
After the twist in the story after the spring exam, time became urgent.
Taking Han Chan out was a last resort.
The original idea of Xuansheyuan was to control Kyoto through Jiu Si.
It was only when Emperor Pei returned to power that they were forced to fight for the throne.
In other words.
Tianxia Xuanxuyuan is just outside Kyoto, waiting for a suitable reason to enter the capital openly and honestly.
Although there are some defenders mobilized from Fake Capital, they naturally cannot stop so many people from Xuanxuyuan.
Even if you include people who are witches and ghosts, the disparity is still huge.
Xuanxuyuan, which has undergone an overall cleansing, still has the strength of Huang Liang's half-faith.
This is the confidence that transforms the world for thousands of years.
If it weren't for the word '文' first, Xuanxuyuan wouldn't even have to find a reason.
Fang Zhiqiu and Hanchan were walking in the wind and snow, and Mr. Qi Qi Jingyuan also came over. This Jianyuan sword cultivator who had pulled himself out like a sword looked much smaller than the two of them.
But Qi Jingyuan is naturally still the oldest among the three.
It’s just that I didn’t see Liu Chunfeng today.
Han Chan asked curiously: "Where is the dean?"
Qi Jingyuan said calmly: "He went to the Spring Festival."
This is the Taoist cultivator with the highest cultivation level in Xuanxuyuan of the False Capital. There are some things that he naturally needs to see.
Han Chan said softly: "I have never seen the Taiyi Spring Festival."
Fang Zhiqiu chuckled softly and said: "The great sacrifice of gods and ghosts in yellow beams happened a long time ago. At least it has not happened in the past hundred years, so we have never seen it. Although it is a pity that we cannot go to see it in person."
This is the true nature of Fengwuyuan.
Of course it's not a wavering.
The beauty of the world is a pity.
"But sometimes, you have to miss something."
Han Chan walked slowly in the snowy Jianping, and said: "Of course, yes, regret is of course the whole life."
Fang Zhiqiu looked at Han Chan and said, "So before coming to Huangliang, do you have any unfinished business?"
Han Chan smiled and said: "That's not true, but what you don't know is that the sword cultivators in Huai'an often focus on two things throughout their lives. One is to do the Three Swordsmen in the World, and the other is to save money to marry a wife. I I don’t know how much money Han Chan has saved in her whole life, and she used to think about marrying a daughter-in-law who is as beautiful as a flower or a fairy in the moon."
Qi Jingyuan laughed softly from the side and said, "Huang Liang's wife is not as good-looking as Huaian's?"
Han Chan smiled slightly. During these days in Huangliang, he had naturally seen many beauties from the south.
"Each one is beautiful in his or her own way. I wish I could marry them all. This is probably a pity."
Fang Zhiqiu and Qi Jingyuan both laughed.
Frankly being lustful is probably not so offensive.
After all, everyone has desires.
The three of them laughed for a long time and then reached the entrance of the sword courtyard, so they returned to the topic.
"How am I going to go this time? Just like this?"
Hanchan is from Huai'an and has nothing to do with such things. Naturally, he doesn't know much about it.
The gentlemen in the courtyard may not understand it very well, but they still need to be clearer.
What's more, they also have a foreign aid, Mr. Jing Zhaoyin.
The old man is holding the heater and walking towards this side.
I don’t know why, maybe it’s because of the fright he suffered these days and the thought he spent, that Jing Zhaoyin’s body, which used to be quite strong, seemed a little weak.
It's also possible that you've become more aware of these things after you've had some free time.
Of course, the most likely possibility is that the snowstorm has lasted for too long and is unnatural. The snowstorm brought by the goddess will naturally be mixed with too much power of the Styx.
Only the dead and people of the witch-ghost way can feel the power of the Styx like a spring breeze.
Fang Zhiqiu felt a little guilty when he looked at Mr. Jing Zhaoyin holding the heater.
After all, he was a good and diligent old man, but he was forcefully pulled into this whirlpool by Xuanxuyuan. He was so frightened all day long that he couldn't sleep well.
The three of them stood there, waiting for the old man to come over, and they all treated him politely.
The same goes for chilling cicadas.
After all, he is also a member of Xuanxuyuan now.
Naturally, the boss also knew what happened today, otherwise he would not have come running over with the stove in his arms so early in the morning. After chatting with the three of them for a while, he looked at Han Chan and said seriously: "The matter of entering the palace is for everyone in the world to watch. Of course you can't be rude, especially now that Xuansheyuan's power is still weak."
The momentum here is naturally not strength, but the opinions of the world.
After all, no matter what you say, he has been His Majesty's servant for many years.
Han Chan naturally understands this truth.
So I listened very carefully to what Jing Zhaoyin was saying.
On the other hand, Fang Zhiqiu on the side looked at the sword in Han Chan's arms after pondering for a while.
"Bring a sword into the palace..."
Jing Zhaoyin frowned and said: "This is not good. Although there were people who brought swords into the palace in the past, it was always not a good thing. Back then, the head of the Demon Suppression Department, Ming Xin, often ignored etiquette and entered the palace with a teapot. But at that time, it was also because the demon clan was still undecided and the Demon Suppressing Division had enough power in the human world to do this."
"Although everyone in the world knows what Xuanxuyuan is going to do, before everything breaks down, the face still has to go to the one in Zuigong."
Fang Zhiqiu shook his head, looked at Jing Zhaoyin and said: "Now everyone knows that Hanchan is a northern sword cultivator, and northern sword cultivators are unreasonable. Such a sword cultivator without a sword will inevitably make people think Xuanxuyuan's voice is a bit weaker. It's in line with nature and etiquette."
Jing Zhaoyin was silent for a while, looking deeply at Fang Zhiqiu.
"Dean Fang, is it really just because of this and not because of other ideas?"
Fang Zhiqiu said sincerely: "Yes."
Jing Zhaoyin sighed and said: "In this case, it seems that what I said is too redundant."
Fang Zhiqiu chuckled softly and said: "Of course not. As the old man said, you can't be rude. But being rude and losing power are always two different things."
The dean from the Yaofeng Ancestral Courtyard turned his head and looked at the pavilion outside the snow-covered walls of the Xuanshe Courtyard.
"Since Xuanxuyuan has stood up, there is no reason to soften its attitude."
Jing Zhaoyin looked at the scholar in front of him and said slowly: "Like the dead cicada I gave you yesterday?"
Fang Zhiqiu said calmly: "Yes, so in the eyes of the world, entering the palace today may be to fulfill the emperor's order, but to Xuansheyuan itself, it is just to win people's favor."
Not fighting for God’s will.
Jing Zhaoyin was silent for a while and said softly: "How to fight?"
Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "A northern sword cultivator with a sword enters the palace. Do you think our Majesty can keep his composure?"
So today is still sending Han Chan away.
But it has a completely different meaning than yesterday.
Fang Zhiqiu's identity as a sword cultivator in the north is what Fang Zhiqiu relies on.
People in Huangliang probably still remember the incident when the Demon Ancestor was on the cliff and killed an entire city in Huangliang with one sword to save one person.
It is natural for a swordsman to carry a sword.
Jing Zhaoyin didn't say anything more, and the four of them stood at the entrance of Fengxue Sword Academy together.
"So when do I go?"
Han Chan stood there quietly, looking at Fang Zhiqiu and asked.
Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "Yesterday, I announced that I will go today. I will go out in the early morning and enter the palace in the afternoon. Let the wind and snow be noisy for a while longer."
Ling Yin told the emperor in the main hall yesterday that he needed to arouse the emotions of the people before he could make them rely on him.
Fang Zhiqiu did the same thing.
Let the wind and snow be noisy and make the world look forward to it.
Then he left slowly.
Han Chan didn't say anything else and nodded.
Another gentleman came over from the courtyard, holding some clothes in his hands, probably the clothes he had prepared for entering the palace yesterday.
The clothes Han Chan is wearing now are naturally suitable for a sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect. The sleeves are tied up and the legs are put on so that the sword can be drawn without interference.
But as someone who is about to enter the palace and be elected out, it naturally seems inappropriate.
Therefore, after referring to Jing Zhaoyin's opinions, Xuansheyuan hurriedly made a snow-colored cloak and some inner shirts.
Although the cloak is not the official attire for entering the court, with the current attitude of Xuansheyuan, it is naturally impossible to wear it.
What's more, the cloak evolved from the Daomen crane cloak and feather coat, which naturally also represents a choice of Xuansheyuan.
Han Chan looked at the clothes, sighed for a long time, and said softly: "It's very ostentatious."
Whose killer wears such clothes?
He is not someone like Ye Hanzhong.
It's just that the clothes he was wearing were indeed indecent.
Han Chan lamented the strange fate in his heart, and thought to himself - putting on these clothes, Han Chan, you will become a decent person.
This self-deprecating thought actually made Han Chan laugh.
Fang Zhiqiu and the others looked at Hanchan strangely, not knowing what he was laughing at.
Han Chan took over the clothes and returned to the sword courtyard to change. Instead of holding the sword, she held the sword hilt diagonally, hanging the sword body to the snow, and walked out of the courtyard in the wind and snow.
The broad sleeves were folded over the sword, giving him a somewhat dignified appearance.
Han Chan stood there and raised his hands, looked at Fang Zhiqiu and the others, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's okay now."
Several people nodded.
Han Chan also became quiet after putting down his hands, not only quiet, but also silent.
Wearing a large cloak for hunting in the wind and snow, he walked past everyone without looking back.
So I walked out of the hospital and walked down the long street of the world.
...
Liu Sanyue was hanging under a snow eaves on the roadside somewhere outside Xuanxu Yuan Street.
Because it was too annoying, there was no place to sit, so I had to sit on an unwanted stool under the eaves.
It looks very bleak.
Just like Zhang Xiaoyu thought.
It really looks like a lost dog.
But Liu Sanyue didn't care about these things.
Appearance, nature.
Nature can do anything.
Someone spat in disgust, and Liu Sanyue just smiled and stepped aside.
It's just that this ugly smile is probably more like a threat.
The man endured it for a long time before he stopped thinking about attacking Liu Sanyue.
Probably because he was very busy, he wanted to go to Xuanxuyuan to find out the news and find out the reason for the situation.
Liu Sanyue sat on a bench and escaped.
He was probably in a good mood, so he put his hands on the bench, and then swayed two legs of different lengths but the same deformity.
If it weren't for the fact that his body was so damaged and twisted, even humming a tune would become a strange scream, Liu Sanyue would probably want to hum a tune.
Liu Sanyue is actually just like everyone else.
Same in every sense of the word.
Therefore, Liu Sanyue, who is sitting here, and the passerby who just passed by and wanted to beat him up are all the same. They want to find out the news about Xuansheyuan.
Theatergoers naturally want to sit in the front seats.
That's why Liu Sanyue appeared here.
Probably after shaking my legs for more than a hundred times.
Liu Sanyue finally saw a man with an indifferent expression and a snow-colored cloak walking out of the long street.
The ugly Taoist tilted his head and looked at it, then laughed softly.
A decent person indeed.
Different from myself.
