Given Fan Xian's temperament, after the fight, he would have hurried home to find his mother. But he had never expected Ruoruo to glare at him. It seemed that his sister thought he had been too heavy-handed. He could only smile bitterly and shake his head, watching as she took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from Ye Ling'er's nose.
"Ye Ling'er's nose is pretty, but it's a pity she looks like a snot-nosed child."
"Ye Zhong's family name is Ye, and so is my mother. Was it because of this that we never liked each other? Now Ye Ling'er and I don't like each other either. It looks like it's the legacy of our elders."
Fan Xian was actually a very calm person, but the situation was awkward, and it was not convenient for him to leave, so he could only think of such things to hide his emotions.
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After a long time, the weeping Ye Ling'er finally calmed down under Ruoruo's comforting words. When she looked at Fan Xian again, there was not only hatred in her eyes, but also respect. She was, after all, a daughter of the Ye family. She was not as skilled as Fan Xian, but she would not argue. She struggled to bow to Fan Xian, acknowledging her defeat.
Seeing that his opponent was straightforward, Fan Xian felt a little embarrassed. He coughed and asked casually, "What palm technique did you use just now?"
"Coffin-Breaker." Ye Ling'er sniffled, and stubbornly replied, "I admit defeat, but that is only because I am not skilled enough. It has nothing to do with the martial arts of the Ye family."
Fan Xian finally felt that there was something cute about this girl. He laughed. "Coffin-Breaker is a good name. It seems to be a simplified version of Liuyun Sanshou. It is not easy for you to have such a level of martial cultivation."
The sedan chair had to be carried by people in the front, and people in the back had to carry it as well. So Ye Ling'er covered her bleeding nose and snorted. "What move did you use?" she asked.
Everyone in the Ye family was obsessed with martial arts. Ye Ling'er was in no hurry to get back at Fan Xian. Instead, she was anxious to find out what kind of strange and unimaginable method her opponent had used. The people of Qing loved martial arts, but no one had ever been like Fan Xian. He had only relied on his zhenqi, speed, and judgment to strike first. He had relied on his understanding of the human body's structure to attack the parts of the enemy that he had never paid attention to. Every little bit made a mickle. Ye Ling'er had never seen such a method before, but her granduncle had.
Fan Xian was taken aback. His black fist didn't seem to be much of a technique, so he said, "It's just a small trick. Miss Ye, please go and treat your wounds."
These techniques were the killing techniques that Wu Zhu had taught him, the techniques of identifying people that Fei Jie had taught him, and the insights he had gained from using them for the first time on Niulan Street. Fan Xian called this a little trick, and it was indeed like the name.
Later, Fan Xian's little tricks became famous in Jingdou. It became a name that could be included in a book on the martial path. This was something Fan Xian could not imagine at this time. Otherwise, he would certainly have named it something like "Danzhou's Plum Breaking Hand" or "Sinan's Six Yang Palms".
But today, his little tricks had won against the Great Coffin-Breaker.
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Although this sort of "sparring" in Jingdou was mostly carried out in the manors, it was nothing new, so the Fan and Ye manors did not do anything. Ye Ling 'er, who had admitted defeat, left resentfully. But before she left, she insisted on handing the curved knife at her waist to Fan Xian, saying that it was a prize for admitting defeat.
Sitting in the carriage, Fan Xian smiled bitterly as he played with the prize in his hand. He thought that fighting a young girl for no reason might even offend the Ye manor. Fan Ruoruo seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. She smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. The children of the Ye manor love martial arts, and everyone knows that. Otherwise, they would not have produced a grandmaster. Ye Zhong is a man of integrity, and will not get angry over such a small matter. "
Fan Xian sighed. "It's not entirely because of this matter. I just think it's ridiculous."
Fan Ruoruo laughed. "Earlier, you refused to duel with her. That was quite surprising."
"Surprising? Are you worried that the people of the capital will think I'm a coward? You said before that she is only a seventh-level ace, and I am a strange scholar who has even killed an eighth-level ace. Even if I don't fight her, will the people of the capital think I'm afraid of her? " Fan Xian smiled. "Although it is said that swords are more powerful than words, if words alone are enough to humiliate an opponent, then there is no need to resort to swords."
Having said this, he suddenly slapped his thigh and said in annoyance, "Fine, we've already fought. There's no point in talking about this."
Fan Ruoruo giggled.
Fan Xian asked curiously, "Why does Miss Ye always dislike me?"
"I don't know." Fan Ruoruo thought for a moment, then replied, "She probably thought that it was a very sad thing for sister-in-law to marry you. Later, although this problem didn't exist, we lied to her again. It was equivalent to using her help to let you see sister-in-law. She couldn't take this lying down."
Fan Xian smiled bitterly. "I knew it. There are no secrets between friends."
"The key is Sir Fei's student." Fan Ruoruo continued to explain. "Last time, my brother used this name. Now it seems that many people know that our family has a good relationship with Sir Chen of the Overwatch Council. Perhaps it was because of this that they let the cat out of the bag."
Fan Xian's heart trembled. He didn't want others to guess anything from this, did they? But then he thought about how many years ago the Ye family had been in the capital. Based on what he saw in front of him, it seemed that the people of the capital had long forgotten what had happened.
Fan Ruoruo handed him a piece of paper. He took it and looked at it carefully, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it out the window. On the paper were a few sentences written by Wan 'er. His main purpose in coming to the manor today was to discuss with his fiancée what he should bring up when he was about to visit his father-in-law. Although Lin Wan 'er hadn't lived with the Prime Minister since they were young, they were still father and daughter. She knew better than an outsider like Fan Xian.
The next day, the sky darkened. Dark clouds hung over the city, slightly reducing the heat of the sun. But it made the capital feel even more like a steamer basket.
Fan Xian wiped his sweat and crouched on the edge of Jiazhu Street, carefully picking through the goods on the stall. Jiazhu Street was the distribution center for antiques and playthings in the capital. People who were interested in these things, whenever the weather was good, liked to come to this street to look around. Fan Xian imitated the actions of an expert. One foot on the shoulder of the road, the other on the edge of the stall's vellum. His fingers moved about randomly on the stall. More than an hour had passed, but there was no final result.
The stall owner was a little anxious. But seeing that Fan Xian was dressed like a rich man, he couldn't say much. All he could do was smile. "Sir, what goods are you looking for?"
"Snuff bottles." Fan Xian opened his mouth helplessly. Wan 'er had said that the Prime Minister's favorite hobby was playing with snuff bottles, so he had hoped to find something good today. He hadn't expected that his eyes would be dazzled, and he still hadn't seen anything that caught his eye.
"Well, you've found the right place." The stall owner's eyes lit up and he said, "I have blue and white glaze, jadeite, amber, whatever you want. Especially the jadeite. Very good. Look at this." He picked up a small pot. The color of the pot was green and slightly yellow. "See? It's yellow poplar green. Although it's not very old, the quality and workmanship are excellent. "
"Do you have emerald?" Fan Xian thought that he had to pick the most expensive one. The stall owner said awkwardly, "Emerald is too precious. It's used to make snuff bottles. That's a standard only available in the palace. Although we don't really need it these days, if you want to find an emerald snuff bottle on Jiazhu Street, it'll be a little difficult."
The stall owner was a very good person. He pointed Fan Xian to a large shop on the street, saying that if he wanted to find an emerald snuff bottle, he had to go there.
Fan Xian thanked him, put down a piece of silver, and picked up a piece of porcelain, which he wasn't sure was real or fake. Then he got up and left. Wang Qinian watched from the side, and a smile rose on his face. He thought that Fan Xian was very gentle to peddlers and commoners, and most importantly, he was very meticulous.
Entering the large shop, Fan Xian was greeted by a gust of wind. When he looked closely, he saw that it was a fan that was constantly moving. Fan Xian was very impressed. He wasn't in a hurry to ask about the snuff bottle. First, he grabbed the stall owner and asked who sold the fan. After asking, he found out that it was a new product that had come out last year. The stall owner had some friendship with the merchant, so he put it in the lobby as a living advertisement.
After asking for the merchant's address, Fan Xian began to ask about the snuff bottle. The stall owner looked Fan Xian up and down. From his clothes, he confirmed the value of Fan Xian's wallet. Only then did he go into the back room and carefully take out a box. He placed it on the table and opened it. The box was covered with red brocade, and extremely soft materials supported the snuff bottles of all kinds of materials to prevent them from breaking. The stall owner didn't say much. He simply asked, "Do you want the best, or do you want the best?"
Fan Xian liked this feeling. He smiled. "Of course the best."
Hearing this, the stall owner closed the box and felt around his waist for a long time. Then he took out a light green jade bottle. The material was green and smooth, without a trace of flocculation. It was a high-quality material. Inside, there was a painting of a fisherman sitting alone by a cold river. Not only was the artistic conception high, but the brushwork was also slender and soft. The craftsmanship was extremely rare.
"Name your price." Fan Xian took it and played with it in his palm. It felt warm and smooth, and it felt very good. It was a little itchy, a little smooth, and a little moist.
"Two thousand taels of silver." The stall owner's face was expressionless. It seemed that he was very annoyed by people coming to buy things. He seemed a little cold and indifferent, which actually piqued Fan Xian's interest. The goods were indeed good. The style of an old shop was indeed different.
He thought about it. The money he had saved in Danzhou, plus the money his sister had given him, had all been given to his brother to open a bookstore. Danbo Bookstore's business was booming, but the money he had saved up had not yet been returned to him. Later, he had borrowed two thousand taels of silver from Teng Zijing. Subtracting the four hundred taels he had spent on the pleasure boat, he had used them a lot lately. He still had about one thousand three hundred taels of silver left. He frowned. "Eight hundred taels."
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