The sky was already bright, and the morning breeze was blowing in the courtyard, but it was still very dark. The person next to the rockery was dressed in coarse clothes, with an iron stake casually stuck in his waist. His face was covered with a piece of black cloth, but he seemed to be one with the surrounding scenery and buildings. He didn't make a sound, and even his presence seemed very faint. Even if a servant walked past him, they wouldn't be able to find him.
Fan Xian looked at the man in front of him, who he had lived with day and night for 16 years. Thinking about how long it had been since they had last seen each other, he did not know what to feel. He wanted to beat him up … but he was sure that he would not be able to beat him. Should he throw himself at him and cry? Uncle Wu Zhu was not a person who liked to stir up emotions.
So he could only shake his head and suppress the joy in his heart. He walked over, and found that Uncle Wu Zhu was holding a small knife in his hand. He was incessantly carving something. When he got closer, he realized that he was carving a piece of wood.
"Fortunately, it is not a carving of a woman … otherwise I would have thought that you had become the Blind Tanhua, that innocent Li Xunhuan." The courtyard was silent. Fan Xian suppressed his laughter. "Then I would vomit."
Wu Zhu, surprisingly, nodded and said, "Li Xunhuan is indeed a very shameless person."
It was Fan Xian's turn to be surprised. After a moment, he said, "You know Li Xunhuan?"
Wu Zhu put the piece of wood and the knife back into his sleeve. He said coldly, "The Lady told me this story, and she hated this male lead the most."
Fan Xian laughed. "It seems that I am quite similar to my mother."
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A moment later, the two of them appeared in the most secretive of the three study rooms in Fan Manor. Although there were no traps around, without Fan Xian's permission, no one could approach this study. Even Minister Fan had tacitly agreed to this rule.
"Tell me, what have you been doing for the past six months?" Without question, Fan Xian was very interested in Wu Zhu's disappearance. Although he had already confirmed his suspicions from the small piece of wood, such shocking gossip had to be heard from the mouth of the person in question. Only then would it be particularly exciting. At this moment, he seemed to have long forgotten the zhenqi running around in his body like a little mouse. He also forgot that he should first ask Uncle Wu how he could save his own life. Instead, he stared straight into Wu Zhu's eyes.
He also poured himself a cup of last night's leftover tea. Naturally, Wu Zhu did not get any, because Wu Zhu did not drink tea.
"I went to the north." Wu Zhu thought for a moment, as if confirming his itinerary. "Then, I went to the south."
Fan Xian was used to his uncle's strange way of thinking, so he was not angry at the senseless answer. Instead, he patiently asked, "What are you going to do in the North? Why are you going south? "
"I'm going to the North to find Ku He." Wu Zhu said calmly. He did not think that many people would be scared to death if this matter were to spread. "After a fight, I went to the south to find someone."
Fan Xian chuckled. The Grandmaster Ku He had been injured. Naturally, it was the blind uncle in front of him who had played a good trick. Immediately, he thought of a problem and furrowed his brows in concern. "Are you alright?"
Wu Zhu tilted his head slightly and looked at his left shoulder. "I was injured here, but it's already healed."
His words were simple and to the point, but Fan Xian could feel the danger. He had fought with Haitang, and could clearly feel the power of Haitang's bald teacher, one of the top four Grandmasters in the world. It must have been terrifying. Although Wu Zhu was arrogant, it was inevitable that Fan Xian would have to pay a price for injuring him. As long as he was healed now, that was all that mattered.
"Why did you do it?" Fan Xian frowned.
Wu Zhu said, "First of all, if he was in Northern Qi, I thought it would be inconvenient for you." Fan Xian nodded. If Ku He had been in Shangjing when he went on the diplomatic mission, he would not have been able to toy with the armed forces of Northern Qi and obtain so much useful information before Xiao En died.
Wu Zhu continued, "Second of all, I felt that I knew Ku He, so I wanted to ask him about what happened all those years ago."
Fan Xian suddenly raised his head and looked at him in surprise. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. He thought of Xiao En's memories of the Temple of Eternal Night before his death. He frowned and said quietly, "... perhaps... uncle really did know Ku He, at least back then."
Next, he told Wu Zhu all the stories he had heard in the cave, hoping that he could recall something important. For example, Wu Zhu's relationship with the temple. When he was little, he had heard Wu Zhu say that he and his mother had escaped from home together. Could that home... have been the temple?
Wu Zhu was silent for a long time. He did not appear in the novel where he clutched his head in meditation and pulled at his hair in pain, but could not remember anything. He simply said, "I can't remember."
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...
So it was Fan Xian's turn to pull at his hair. He muttered in a low voice, "What is this?" He shook his head, dispelling the disappointment in his heart. "Why didn't you return to the capital after you were injured? You were already injured. What was the point of going south to find someone? Eh? Is Ye Liuyun in the south? "
Wu Zhu shook his head coldly. "There are some problems in the south... after confirming that Ku He knew me, I went south to find the problematic person. Unfortunately, I did not find him."
Fan Xian felt a headache coming on. For the past six months, he had been in the north and south, and it seemed that his uncle had not rested much. He had played a pantomime with the Imperial Advisor of Northern Qi, and then he had gone south to find his family. But if Ku He knew Wu Zhu... yes, Xiao En had said that Ku He's current fortune could not be separated from the trip to the temple all those years ago. At the time, he knew his mother, but at the time, his mother and Wu Zhu were not together.
There was a problematic person in the south? Then who was it? Fan Xian's mind spun quickly. He immediately thought of the case he had received in Shangjing. A cold-blooded serial killer had appeared in the south of the Kingdom of Qing. Yan Bingyun took this matter very seriously, and was prepared to mobilize the Emperor's personal Tiger Guards to go find him. But since even Uncle Wu Zhu had not found the person, Fan Xian feared that Yan Bingyun would only be disappointed in the future.
He took a deep breath and put aside these matters that could not affect him for the time being. He reported to his uncle what he had done in the past six months. He even told him about the secret agreement between him and Haitang that no one else knew about. Unexpectedly, Wu Zhu did not respond.
Fan Xian had known since he was a child that Wu Zhu would never praise him, but he had done so many things. He had even killed Xiao En and beaten the Second Prince so miserably. Surely Wu Zhu would respond as if he were listening to a story?
As if sensing that Fan Xian was a little unhappy, Wu Zhu thought for a moment and said something to explain. "It's just a small matter."
Well, the struggle between him and the Second Prince, in the eyes of people like Wu Zhu and the Emperor, was not much different from a child's quarrel. As for the secret agreement, perhaps the Emperor would be interested, but Uncle Wu Zhu would not care. Fan Xian understood this and could not help but laugh at himself. He stretched out his right hand and said, "My hand has been shaking a lot lately. You have to take a look at it."
Knowing that the zhenqi in Fan Xian's body was showing signs of going berserk, Wu Zhu was still inhumanly calm. "I've never practiced it before. I don't know what to do."
Fan Xian finally lost his mind when it came to matters of life and death. He lowered his voice and roared, "There's not even the slightest safety factor... I was just born, and you made me practice it... What if I died?"
"The Lady said it was the best," Wu Zhu replied coldly. "And someone has practiced it before."
"Of course someone has." Fan Xian bluntly pointed out the loophole in his uncle's words.
Wu Zhu did not hide anything. "There's not much of a problem. At most, your zhenqi will completely dissipate and you will become an ordinary person, unless you're stupid enough to give up your so-called zhenqi at the last moment."
Fan Xian was angry. You're a monster. Of course you don't know how important zhenqi is to ordinary warriors. If I lose the Tyrannical zhenqi in my body, I won't be able to defeat Haitang Duoduo. There are so many enemies in the world who could destroy me at any time.
"So what do I do now?" He raised his slightly trembling right hand and said angrily, "Am I supposed to let it keep shaking like Wu Mengda? Right now it's just my hand shaking. When the zhenqi in my body thickens, I'm afraid even my butt will shake. "
Wu Zhu raised his head. The black cloth over his eyes seemed to be coldly laughing at Fan Xian. "If you don't practice it, your zhenqi will naturally not increase."
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...
His words woke Fan Xian from his reverie.
Fan Xian had long since become accustomed to meditating and practicing martial arts twice a day. He had never thought about stopping. Now he realized that before he found a solution, the first thing he should do was stop practicing the Tyrannical zhenqi of the nameless martial formula. Although the zhenqi in his body would naturally develop and grow during battle, it would be slower than feeding it every day.
He nodded and sighed. "That's all I can do. Let the big bang come a little later."
Wu Zhu suddenly said, "Fei Jie left some medicine for you."
Fan Xian was surprised. He hadn't expected Wu Zhu to remember something from his childhood. He nodded and explained. "That medicine was a bit tyrannical. I was worried that if I took it, my internal energy would dissipate."
Wu Zhu lowered his head, as if remembering something. He suddenly said, "It should work, although it can only cure the symptoms."
At this moment, Fan Xian did not dare to completely believe his uncle's words. After all, this deadly Nameless Martial Secret had been carelessly thrown to the side of his pillow. He smiled bitterly and said, "We'll talk about these things in the future. First, let's talk about you. Uncle, in the future, before you go missing, can you tell me first?"
"Is that necessary?" Wu Zhu asked seriously.
"Yes." Fan Xian nodded. "On the way to Northern Qi, I always thought you were with me, and so was the chest … so I was brave enough to bully Haitang Duoduo. I didn't think you would be there … Doing something like that could kill someone."
Wu Zhu hesitated for a moment. "Oh, I know."
Fan Xian let out a sigh of relief. Ever since he was a child, he was used to Wu Zhu staying close to him. For example, in the carriage, in the grocery store, on the cliff by the sea. After entering the capital, Wu Zhu spent less time by his side. Although he was strong enough to protect himself, he knew that as he progressed in this world, he would face more and more challenges. Having an uncle like Wu Zhu by his side made him feel that the world was a piece of open land, and he felt much safer.
"I plan to move out." Fan Xian coughed lightly. "Living in the backyard is a bit inconvenient. There are too many people, and you can't live with us."
Wu Zhu tilted his head. He was confused as to why Fan Xian wanted to move just for him.
"Wan 'er hasn't met you, Uncle," Fan Xian said seriously. "You are the closest person to me. You have to meet my wife."
Wu Zhu slowly said, "I have."
"She hasn't met you." Fan Xian smiled bitterly. "And you're always floating outside the manor by yourself. I don't even know where you live or what you do. This kind of feeling makes me... hmm, a bit uncomfortable."
Wu Zhu tilted his head again. He seemed to understand what Fan Xian was trying to say. The corners of his lips twitched, but he still didn't smile. He slowly said, "You deal with it. But I don't want anyone other than your wife to know that I'm by your side."
Fan Xian nodded happily. Then he thought of something and said awkwardly, "Not even Ruoruo? I've always wanted to let her see you. "
"No." Wu Zhu coldly said, "That's it. Go do what you need to do. Pretend I never came back."
Fan Xian sighed. Hearing the faint sounds of people getting up, he walked out of the study, rubbing his wrists.
In the study, Wu Zhu's face, which seemed to be eternally expressionless, finally broke into a smile that only appeared once every five hundred years. And this time, the smile seemed to be joking, as if he was making fun of Fan Xian for not knowing something.
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In the autumn garden, the grass was covered with white frost, and the sun was warm and soft in the sky. Fan Xian was wrapped in a thin quilt, lying on a soft couch in the garden. He was resting, occasionally coughing, but he was much better than he had been the night before. There was a swing in the corner of the garden, and a few brave maids were swinging it. Their light-colored dresses bloomed like flowers on a small board tied to a long rope. Next to the swing, Sisi and Siqi, the two maids, watched with great interest. Their faces occasionally showed envy, but they were too proud of their status to step onto the swing and show off their skills.
Fan Xian squinted as he watched the girl on the swing. Her dress spread out like a flower, like a parachute from his previous life. The waxy trousers under her dress flickered in and out of view. He couldn't help but think of a movie called "Peacock."
A hand reached out from the side and fed him a thin black date. The date was very light, and it was carefully cut, very much to his taste. He chewed it two or three times, and said in a muffled voice, "Why aren't you taking care of your father? Why are you here?"
Wan 'er and Ruoruo sat on either side of him, taking care of this unconscious patient. Ruoruo smiled and said, "I get bored staying in my room all the time. Brother is sick, and yet he's in the mood to come to the garden and watch the maids play on the swing."
Wan 'er laughed and said, "He's not here to watch the swing. He's here to watch the people on the swing."
Fan Xian didn't bother to explain. He laughed and said, "Watching the scenery, you have to bring the people with you." He then shouted, "Sisi, don't be a little wife! If you want to swing, go ahead and swing. "
These words could easily be misunderstood. After he said them, he was stunned. Fortunately, the girls next to him didn't understand. He was the only one smiling awkwardly. He coughed to hide it, and suddenly thought of something. He asked Wan 'er, who was next to him, "The autumn is getting colder. Look, the chrysanthemums in the garden are all a bit frozen. Last time, the palace said they were going to hold a chrysanthemum viewing party in the suburbs of the capital. Why haven't there been any news yet? When the first snow falls, even if we want to see them, we won't be able to. Are the people in the palace not afraid of disappointing them? "
Wan 'er rolled her eyes and smiled. "It's a bit later than last year, but the news is that they're going to the Floating Temple to see the golden chrysanthemums. Those chrysanthemums are very cold resistant, so they shouldn't be afraid."
Fan Xian couldn't help but shake his head. He knew that the delay of the chrysanthemum viewing party had something to do with the recent excitement in the capital. Over the past two days, the situation in the capital had been settled. Although many people thought that at this time, he had to pretend to be sick in order to keep the second prince in check. But he knew in his heart that the Overwatch Council didn't need him to worry too much. All the plans had been made, and with Yan watching, he had a good grasp of the situation. There shouldn't be any problems.
His body was a bit better, but he still pretended to be sick and refused to go to court. He also refused to go to the First Bureau or stay in the Council. He just hid in the garden of his home and pretended to be a patient in the capital. It was like watching a play, watching the second prince worry.
"Higher! A bit higher! "
Fan Xian hid on the soft couch, with his wife and sister serving him. He watched as Sisi, full of courage, swung higher and higher on the swing. It was as if she was going to swing out of the garden and fly over the high walls to see the scenery of the capital. He couldn't help but laugh and shout.
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