Ye Liuyun came and then left. He really was like the clouds that flowed everywhere in the sky, not leaving a single trace. The citizens of Danzhou had no idea that one of the four grandmasters, whom they often spoke of in reverence, had come to Danzhou to drink, fight, and sing.
Wu Zhu was a little worried. There were not many people in the world who knew of his relationship with the Lady, but Ye Liuyun was one of them. He was a famous blabbermouth, completely at odds with his status as a grandmaster.
Ye Liuyun's visit to Danzhou was too strange. Wu Zhu did not believe that he had left after meeting with him.
Fan Xian, however, believed that Ye Liuyun was indeed a simple traveler. He patted Wu Zhu on the shoulder and comforted him. "Who says masters can't travel?"
It was just a very pure intuition.
His intuition had always been accurate, and he had always felt that there was something wrong with his father in the capital. The Overwatch Council, the assassin, and the second wife, who was braver than a tigress... So he believed that his father, Count Sinan, was not as simple as he appeared. At the very least, he was much more formidable than Cao Yin, a lackey.
But his train of thought had gone completely astray.
He wondered if his father was the illegitimate son of the previous emperor, King Cheng. Because his grandmother had been a wet nurse in King Cheng's manor, the old emperor had taken her home to raise her. Now, because Count Sinan was heartbroken over his birth, and hated the fact that his half-brother sat on the throne while he himself could only be a small count, he played the pig to eat the tiger. Secretly, he colluded with the Overwatch Council and all the reactionary forces he could use to organize a group of secret forces, vainly hoping to take over all of His Majesty's property.
And Fan Xian? Because his mother was unquestionably an important person, he had become the product of some kind of family marriage. Fan Xian's existence was very important to his father's great cause of rebellion.
When he told Wu Zhu about the conjectures he had come up with when he was bored, Wu Zhu, who had always been unflinching even in the face of an avalanche, could not help but fiercely chop the kitchen knife in his hand into the chopping board, expressing a certain degree of respect for a certain young man's crazy imagination.
It was precisely because of this that Wu Zhu decided to temporarily not take him away from Danzhou.
Since the crazy youth was not worried about the future, and kept his shy, curious smile on his face, ready at any moment to throw himself into the illusory Count Sinan's rebellion, and seemingly indifferent to the dangers that such a fallacy could bring, what did blind Wu Zhu have to fear?
Wu Zhu had never worried about his own safety. He only worried about Fan Xian. And if Fan Xian appeared to be extremely perverted and unworried, Wu Zhu would let him be — just like when Fan Xian started drinking at the age of five — Wu Zhu was only responsible for protecting Fan Xian's safety, and would not take the initiative to give too much advice.
Deep down, this pair of master and servant, this pair of master and disciple, were both very lazy and audacious people. It was not that they did not know how to plot, but they felt that sometimes force in their hands was more powerful than plots. Therefore, they subconsciously regarded other people's plots as trivial matters. So what if they came, what else could they do?
The so-called bright moon great river, the so-called cool breeze mountain ridge.
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Actually, Fan Xian was not the bright moon, but the bashful crescent eyebrows — he was still afraid of death, because he did not have Wu Zhu's peerless skills. But he knew that if he had Fei Jie of the Overwatch Council behind him, and this blind servant at his side, then even if he wanted to die, it would not be so easy.
After personally witnessing Wu Zhu's battle with Ye Liuyun, one of the four great grandmasters, he was deeply shaken. When it came to matters of martial arts, he finally understood the beauty of the way of tea and calligraphy, the beauty of art. So for the time being, he stopped copying Dream of the Red Chamber and devoted himself to cultivation.
Wu Zhu himself did not have any brilliant sword or fist techniques, but he had done a lot of research on how to kill a person. He was particular about speed, accuracy, straightforwardness, and ruthlessness. He once said to Fan Xian, "Do not believe in the theory that you can attack or retreat in a perfect arc. If you want to attack your opponent, then you must walk in a straight line, with the fastest speed, the shortest distance, and inflict irreversible damage on your opponent. "
Fan Xian immediately thought of that day when Wu Zhu had jumped straight off the cliff. He thought that Wu Zhu had indeed walked the shortest distance. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. He did not know how long he would have to wait to reach that level.
One day, after the Shredded Radish lesson, Fan Xian waved his slightly numb right arm. He looked at Wu Zhu, who had his back to him, and asked curiously, "According to what I said before, what level am I at now?"
"Level seven zhenqi, level three control ability."
Fan Xian quickly calculated in his mind. "On average, you are level five, a little higher than level four. I can get my graduation certificate." The young man was slightly proud, and his beautiful eyes were slightly arrogant.
Wu Zhu shook his head. "If you are lucky enough, you can kill a level seven character. If you are unlucky enough, then a level three thief could end your life."
Fan Xian smiled and sighed. This young uncle was really direct. But it seemed that his luck had always been good, otherwise he would not have come to this world after his death.
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After Ye Liuyun's visit, Fan Xian's life in Danzhou became truly peaceful. No more assassins came looking for trouble. It was said that the second wife had been seriously ill, so she became much more well-behaved. In the capital, Fan Ruoruo still sent a letter every month. Fan Xian stayed in this small seaside town, eating tofu and copying small books. Occasionally, he would wear colorful clothes to show filial respect to the old lady, go to the grocery store to drink, and cut up shredded radishes to go with the wine. His days were very leisurely.
One day, a mirage appeared on the seashore. The residents of Danzhou Harbor all ran out to see what was going on. Although they lived by the seashore for a long time, seeing the illusory, fairyland-like islands on the horizon still excited them greatly.
Wu Zhu became strange. He closed the door of the grocery store and walked to the remote seaside. Alone, he climbed up a cliff and quietly "watched" the scene, as if remembering something that made him very unhappy.
The mirage did not last long. After a while, it disappeared, but he still quietly watched the scene.
Looking through the black cloth, it was as if he was not blind.
Fan Xian climbed up the cliff. His naked upper body was very well-proportioned, and he had already shed his skinny figure. He looked at Wu Zhu sitting there quietly. Not daring to disturb him, he also sat down with him, looking at the sky, which was illuminated by the setting sun in the west, the color of fire.
After a long time, Wu Zhu suddenly asked coldly, "How old are you this year?"
Fan Xian casually tied his long black hair behind his head, revealing a beautiful face that had finally begun to show its heroic spirit. He smiled and replied, "Sixteen."
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