Auntie Song? Everyone's heart jumped. They wondered if the commissioner also had a lover in Hangzhou. However, all the officials in the Overwatch Council knew that in matters between men and women, Fan Xian was one of the few officials in Jingdou who was proud of himself. He was young, yet he rarely went around to provoke others. With his reputation, they must have thought wrongly.
Of course, they had thought wrongly. Fan Xian was just wondering if this Hangzhou was the same as that Hangzhou, with a woman surnamed Song selling fish soup. The West Lake here did not have the Su Causeway or the Bai Causeway, but he didn't know if there was a Jiangnan woman as pure and gentle as Xi Zi.
After traveling the world, they had finally arrived at the Jiangnan that the literati could not forget. Fan Xian felt a little excitement in his heart. Squeezing his legs, he rode his horse in.
Entering Hangzhou was very simple. Their group had long prepared the relevant travel permits and documents. They pretended to be the outpost of a large clan heading south from Wuzhou through Hangzhou. No one could see any problems with the stamp on the travel permits and documents. For the convenience of their own work, the Overwatch Council frequently used superb forgery techniques to hurt the moods of the various yamen officials. This had become a well-practiced job.
The group of people happily followed the straight road under the city gate into the city. At this time, Fan Xian had already gotten into the carriage. Lifting the curtain slightly, he looked at the scene inside Hangzhou. He saw the faces of the people on the streets were happy. There were many shops on both sides of the road. Not far in, there was a restaurant. However, it was still early, so there was not much of an alluring aroma. Just by looking at the clothes of the people in Hangzhou and the streets, one could tell that Jiangnan was rich and populous. It was indeed not a lie.
After traveling for a while, a long row of neat willow trees appeared in front of the group of carriages. The end of winter was especially cold, so there were no green leaves on the willow trees to welcome guests. They just hung down weakly like whips. However, they were neat, so the first impression they gave was very strong.
Fan Xian's eyes were sharp. Through the layers of willow tree curtains, he saw the stretch of water blocked by the long row of willow trees.
The light of the water was clear and soft, without a single ripple. In this late winter weather, the clear water gave off a sense of cleanliness. It was not a cold that kept people thousands of li away. It was just a sense of gentleness that made it a calm lake for 10 li. In the distance, the beautiful green mountains could be seen hidden in the mist. A few black-gray wooden buildings rose up along the lake, giving off a sense of wealth but not blinding.
This water was West Lake.
Today, the West Lake was lively.
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"Galloping by the West Lake, breaking willows and gifting green plums." These were two lines of a poem he had written in elementary school in his previous life. In that life, he had a natural yearning for Hangzhou. He had always wondered how West Lake could be so beautiful, and how could it have so many famous people?
However, there was a classmate in his club who came from Hangzhou. He once told him that West Lake was really not that good. At that time, Fan Xian, who was still called Fan Shen, was a bit unsure. He never had the opportunity to actually go to Hangzhou to get close to West Lake. One reason was that he later fell ill. The most important reason was that the housing prices in Hangzhou in that life were ridiculously expensive.
Lou Shang Lou, by the West Lake, was the most upscale restaurant in Hangzhou. Outside the building, green banners fluttered in the wind, and green trees provided shade. There was a large square of green ground where books could be dried. Inside the building, the tables were made of green wood, and there were waiters dressed in green robes. It was a pity that it was winter. The green banners were frozen, and the green tree trunks were yellow. On the square, the common people were fighting, and the courtesans were still singing. However, it was not good to only wear a light muslin, so the taste was much weaker.
Fan Xian sat at the table by the railing and looked out at the lake through the gap in the bamboo curtains. He was slightly disappointed. There was no Song Sao's fish soup, no Dongpo pork, no beggar's chicken … not even water shield soup. Fortunately, the Longjing prawns were still there. Otherwise, he would probably have turned around and left gloomily.
Without the Six and Six Towers and the Broken Bridge, was this West Lake still the West Lake in his heart? He picked up a small wine cup as thick as three fingers and drank it in one gulp with an unspeakable sense of loss.
In reality, he had been too harsh. The local food in Hangzhou was light and refreshing. It was very different from the food in Jingdou. It was also famous in the Qing Kingdom.
There were three tables in the compartment. Other than the two guards at the door, everyone else, regardless of master or servant, noble or lowly, was ordered to sit down by Fan Xian. They ate quietly. It was unclear whether the dripping sound was the sound of saliva or soup falling onto the table. Looking at the way these people ate, although there was hunger brought on by the long journey, it showed that the dishes of Lou Shang Lou were indeed well made.
This scene was a bit scary. A large group of people were eating silently and fiercely. The two guards at the door were swallowing. Only Fan Xian had the leisure to hold a wine cup and lean against the railing to admire the scenery.
He pulled up the bamboo curtains outside the railing a little, and the light immediately brightened. The color of the winter lake reflected in his eyes. The wind blew into the building and dispersed the aroma of the dishes floating in the compartment.
At the same time, an earth-shattering cheer came from the green stone plain outside the building.
— — —
The sound of cheering followed the wind into the building and attracted the many diners who were leaning against the railing to cheer in unison. For a moment, there was a cauldron of voices and an indescribable liveliness.
Only this compartment remained quiet. Fan Xian leaned against the railing to watch and drank another cup. A smile rose to his face. He was not very surprised.
His subordinates were shaken by the countless cheers and raised their heads. They knew that the battle below had reached a critical point, but they did not rush to the railing to watch. On the contrary, they lowered their heads again and began to deal with the delicious food on the banquet table.
Fan Xian glanced at his subordinates and felt it was a bit strange. Even if you are proud in your hearts and think that these martial artists on the jianghu will not be able to withstand a few blows from you, we are all of the same profession. Surely you have some interest in studying it?
In reality, he didn't understand. For the Tiger Guards and the swordsmen of the Sixth Bureau, no matter how lively the Jiangnan Martial Conference was, it was not as attractive as the delicacies on the table. The aces from the various large sects were skilled, but when it came to killing people, it was not enough. After all, they were the professionals in killing.
Sisi and the girls who had just been bought were even more afraid of this kind of fighting and killing scene. They sat obediently at a table to the side and would not come over.
Only the Third Prince was the true driving force behind the scenes of coming to Hangzhou to watch the conference. He had used countless tricks to get Fan Xian to agree. How could he miss it? He held a plate of raw fried eel slices in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other to his mouth. He looked with great interest at the two people fighting on the green plain outside the building. He winked at them excitedly.
Fan Xian glanced at him and furrowed his brows. In a quiet voice, he said, "Your Highness, is it that delicious?"
The Third Prince was a bit angry that he had interrupted him from watching the show. He rolled his eyes at him and said, "The Palace does not allow this."
Fan Xian paused for a moment and immediately remembered. The food and drink in the Royal Palace had rules. Things like eels, which were rarely seen in the North, could not be served all year round. Furthermore, they were ugly, so it was difficult for them to enter the eyes of the royal chefs. He smiled self-mockingly and followed the Third Prince's gaze downstairs. Unconsciously, he opened his mouth to explain to the child.
"The person using the sword is a disciple of Jiangnan's Longhu Mountain. Looking at his appearance, he is at least a seventh-level ace. Unfortunately, his wrist strength is not enough. I heard that his teacher was once a scholar. He did not have good foundational skills, and his bad habits have been passed on to his descendants.
"The person fighting him is relatively famous. Her name is Lu Sisi. Don't look at me, she is just a woman. She is the disciple of Dongyi's Yun Zhilan. She can be considered Sigu Jian's female disciple. She is from a famous family, so naturally, she is not ordinary. I think that swordsman from Longhu Mountain will be waiting to have a few eyes slashed. "
"Teacher … Yun Zhilan?" The Third Prince's chopsticks stopped at the edge of his mouth. Even a child like him had heard of this name. Yun Zhilan was the first disciple of Dongyi's Sigu Jian. He had long entered the ninth-level and was truly a master swordsman of his generation. Last year, when the Dongyi diplomatic group visited the Qing Kingdom, the leader was this person.
"I heard he also came to Jiangnan. Other than to cheer up his favorite female disciple," Fan Xian said after thinking for a bit. "Presumably, it has something to do with the Ming family."
The relationship between Dongyi and the Eldest Princess had always been good, but their relationship with Fan Xian had always been bad. Although the two sides did not have much direct contact, they had indirectly crossed swords countless times. However, the only time they had crossed swords, it had already caused them to form a grudge that was difficult to resolve.
He had killed two of Yun Zhilan's female disciples on Niulan Street.
Fortunately, Fei Jie had a lot of face. He had personally gone to Dongyi and sold off all the face he had gained from treating Sigu Jian's illness. Only then was he able to obtain a promise that Dongyi would not make trouble for Fan Xian. Otherwise, given the hot-blooded, impulsive, and vengeful nature of the Dongyi people, Fan Xian would not have been able to live so comfortably these two years.
It must be known that Sigu Jian was a madman who dared to assassinate even the Qing Emperor.
There were not many people on the plain. On one side of the lake was a large bamboo shed. In the shed sat a few virtuous and respected senior figures. In the middle sat an official of Jiangnan Road. Xia Qifei of the Jiangnan water bandits sat at the furthest side. He was young and did not have enough seniority in the Jiangnan martial world. Sitting on the platform was also an unremarkable official of the Fourth Bureau of the Overwatch Council, but only Fan Xian recognized his identity.
The Jiangnan Martial Meet had already been going on for half a day. The people competing on the plain had already changed a few times. Fists and swords came and went. It was very lively. Fortunately, after a few exchanges, no lives were lost. Under the gaze of the court officials, the jianghu people were always a bit afraid. In the end, the Martial Meet became a successful, victorious, and united meeting. Some of the jianghu people obtained fame, some obtained a rare opportunity to show their faces, and some obtained flashy but unsubstantial martial experience.
Fan Xian watched this scene with cold eyes and easily thought of a novel from his previous life. The jianghu was a corner of the country? The so-called jianghu on the plain in front of him probably did not even count as a corner. It was just a flowery border of the country.
However, there was a faint worry on his face. After watching for half a day, he found that although these jianghu aces did not bring out their trump cards and did not fight with their lives on the line, there were indeed some truly powerful people. Take the swordsmen of Mount Longhu for example. In front of Dongyi, they were not at a disadvantage at all. In the end, it was probably because of Sigu Jian's name that they retreated half a step.
The true aces did not appear. Those who did were already extraordinary. Behind these people, without exception, were the shadows of wealthy families or officials. If someone with ulterior motives gathered these powers together, even Fan Xian would feel a headache. No wonder the court had always been strict with this area. It looked like the Emperor also knew that, toward the martial power of the people, he had to maintain a consistent power of intimidation. At the same time, he used the light of the court to draw them in.
Fan Xian knew that in the end, he had been too careless. Xia Qifei was right. There were truly heroes in the wilderness. However, under the pressure of the Qing Emperor's valiant martial power for 20 years, there had been no opportunity to show it.
"Where is Yun Zhilan?" The Third Prince searched curiously in the crowd downstairs and did not notice Fan Xian's slight absent-mindedness.
Fan Xian shook his head and said, "His identity is different. Of course, he doesn't have the patience to sit in the straw hut with those old men and court officials. Who knows where he's hiding right now?"
It was said that in the Royal Palace the year before last, Fan Xian had been viciously pierced by Yun Zhilan's sword-like gaze a few times. However, he was thick-skinned and black-hearted. He knew that Yun Zhilan could not do anything to him, so he willingly accepted it.
At this time, his gaze was scanning all around downstairs. He did not see any trace of that great swordsman. He felt slightly worried. He was not worried about himself. He was worried that the Shadow would act on his own without his permission.
Chen Pingping had once spoken of the grudge between the Shadow and Sigu Jian. That kind of bone-deep hatred could not be suppressed by official duties, particularly since Yun Zhilan had come to Jiangnan in disguise and did not go through the official route. If the Shadow wanted to kill him, this was the best opportunity.
However, aces were gathered on the banks of West Lake. There were many officials and elders. If a ninth-level battle broke out in front of everyone's eyes, it would be a feast for the eyes, but the effects would be too bad.
It was clear that Yun Zhilan had not come to Hangzhou for this stupid meeting. Of course, he had come for him. Xinyang was sending goods in the direction of Dongyi. No matter what, Sigu Jian had to protect the Ming family. If he wanted to move against the Ming family, he would probably have to first find that great swordsman hiding in the shadows.
At this time, the official in the bamboo shed downstairs stood up and walked to the stone plain. He raised his hands in a salute and warmly said, "Seeing all the heroes practicing martial arts today, I couldn't help but feel moved. The Qing court is indeed a land of great men. There are many heroes among the people. I hope everyone will continue to diligently practice martial arts in the future. One day, you will be able to open up new territory for the Qing court on the battlefield. You will achieve great fame and bring honor to your ancestors."
The official chuckled and said, "I am not afraid of being laughed at by all the heroes, but I am a scholar without the strength to truss a chicken. Watching the martial arts on the plain, I only feel envious. I wish I could learn a few moves from all of you so that in the future, I can mount a horse and kill bandits and win some face for the Emperor."
The jianghu people on the plain all laughed at these words. They thought to themselves that this official's words were quite amusing amidst his politeness. Originally, the people on the plain were a bit angry that there was an extra pair of hawks and dogs from the Imperial Court watching over Jianghu matters for no reason. However, when they heard what the official said, some of them thought that this was indeed the case. Even if they learned good martial arts, they still had to sell it to the royal family …
Although it was easy and free on the jianghu, it was also easy to fall. It was not as good as serving in the military where one could gain both fame and fortune. The Emperor had always placed great importance on martial arts. After so many years of peace, there would always be battles to fight in the future and military achievements to be earned.
In the end, there were only a few people who thought this way. Most of the jianghu people standing outside the plain and not involved in the matter snorted disdainfully at this court official. Someone said in a strange tone, "It is true that there are many heroes among the people, but not all of them are heroes of the Qing court. Weren't there a few swordsmen from Dongyi earlier? Are you also advising them to enlist as generals and fight their way back to Dongyi in the future? "
Fan Xian listened from upstairs. He had originally admired this Jiangnan Road official's clever way of speaking. Suddenly hearing these words, he couldn't help but laugh and quietly scold, "What a sharp tongue."
To the side, the Third Prince said hatefully, "They are all a bunch of wicked people. Teacher is right. It is truly meaningless. We shouldn't have come to watch."
However, the official on the plain calmly said, "The path of civil and martial arts has never been divided by national boundaries. The scholars of our court have also participated in the imperial examinations in the Qi Kingdom. Now, they have also become Prime Ministers in the court. Everyone knows that Sir Sigu Jian of Dongyi is a Grandmaster. Naturally, his disciples are extraordinary. It is a fortunate event for the Qing court that these people have come to participate in this gathering. If the people of Dongyi are willing to serve the Qing court, the court will not refuse. "
He smiled self-mockingly and coughed a few times. "Of course, our court has been on good terms with Dongyi for generations. What that sir said earlier will not happen."
The dark jianghu person heard these words and laughed loudly. "There are many small kingdoms under heaven, but if we were to truly fight, the only ones worthy of being our opponent are Northern Qi and Dongyi. Sir said that fighting Dongyi will not happen. Does that mean fighting Northern Qi?"
The crowd burst into an uproar. Some of the older people couldn't resist glaring at that person. They thought, Not fighting with officials is the way of life. Why do you insist on saying it? Everyone looked at the person who spoke darkly and felt that he was unfamiliar. He didn't seem like a famous figure in the martial world of Jiangnan.
Fan Xian, who was listening silently from upstairs, also felt it was strange, but he couldn't say what was strange.
The Jiangnan Road official on the plain was silent for a moment. He then suddenly opened his mouth and smiled slightly. "Sir's words are reasonable. However, other than the bustling Central Plains, the world is not peaceful. The barbarians in the west have recently begun to stir again. Has anyone heard of this?"
He tossed out an unconfirmed rumor and first quieted the crowd. Only then did he smile and say, "The court and Northern Qi just exchanged letters last year. The marriage alliance is about to be completed, and the friendship between the two countries will be forever strong. How could it be as you say and start fighting again?"
The aggressive jianghu person was silent for a moment. He then said, "As long as the people of Qing think this way, then it is fine. Thank you for dispelling our doubts." After saying this, he retreated into the crowd behind him.
These words revealed his identity. So, he was a person from Qi.
There was a slight clamor among the crowd. However, the martial meeting had no restrictions. If Dongyi could send people to participate, then Northern Qi could as well. No one could say anything.
Upstairs, Fan Xian furrowed his brows and stood up. A clear light flashed in his eyes. He began to search the crowd below carefully. His gaze was not fixed on the Northern Qi person who was surrounded by the crowd and whispering. No one knew what he was looking for.
The corner of the floor he was on was a bit to the side. There were winter trees covering a bit and bamboo curtains separating it, so the people downstairs did not notice him. They only treated him as a customer watching the spectacle.
The expression of the official on the plain changed slightly. It seemed that he had not expected the person who had asked earlier to be a Northern Qi person. After pausing for a moment, he said with a glimmer of coldness and disdain, "It is true that the three countries are on good terms. However, sir who has come from the far north … I did not see you enter the stage earlier. Only now do I understand that our friends in Northern Qi all like the way of scriptures. Their confidence in this area is indeed lacking."
After these words were said, the Qing people and Dongyi people on the plain all laughed loudly. Although Northern Qi, like the Qing Kingdom, had not been founded for long, they had inherited the Northern Wei Kingdom. The air of pedantry and pedantry was too heavy. The people of Northern Qi mostly walked the gentle path. In comparison, their style of martial arts was not flourishing. In the hearts of the people of Jianghu, they had a weak impression of Northern Qi.
Although Northern Qi also had a Great Grandmaster, Ku He, he was obsessed with the practice of Tianyi Dao and rarely walked the world. They also had a valiant general, Shang Shanhu, but he had been placed in the cold lands of the extreme north by the Northern Qi court. Now that he had been summoned back to the capital, he was placed under house arrest in his manor and was not given an important position. In the hearts of the people of Jianghu, they did indeed look down on Northern Qi people.
It must be said that Dongyi was the place with the most ninth-level aces in the world. When it came to martial arts, they had a natural confidence. The Qing Kingdom revered martial arts and had as many famous and fierce generals as there were clouds in the sky. The Qin and Ye families had countless generals. Among the martial aces, there were two Great Grandmasters and many ninth-level aces. Putting aside General Yan Xiaoyi, who could shoot an arrow through the clouds, the recently risen Sir Fan junior was an example of a martial genius.
In these two years, they had learned that a girl had appeared in the North. However, she was a woman. The people of Jianghu valued men more than women than common people. They looked down on Northern Qi people more and more.
Thus, after the official said these words, regardless of whether it was the Qing boxing master or the Dongyi swordsman, they all laughed loudly.
The Northern Qi man's face darkened and revealed a glimmer of anger.
Upstairs, Fan Xian revealed a strange smile that was difficult to understand. He liked that the Jiangnan Road official did not suppress his anger. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked quickly downstairs as if he was looking for something.
Then, he gently slapped the railing. His hand gripped the edge of the green wooden railing tightly with some force. It looked like there was a glimmer of excitement in his heart.
The Third Prince looked at him with confusion.
Fan Xian's gaze was cast toward the large tree by the side of the road in the distance on the plain. Under the tree was a normal woman holding a basket and selling flowers. It was cold outside. Who knew where the flowers in her basket came from?
The woman's back had been facing this way the entire time. She also had a flowery scarf tied around her head, so it was impossible to see her face. Just as the official on the plain began to insult Northern Qi, she turned around and glanced at him lightly.
With this turn, her face fell into Fan Xian's eyes. If it wasn't Haitang, who else could it be?
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Haitang had already arrived in Jiangnan. Fan Xian's mind began to spin quickly. That girl clearly already knew that he was the illegitimate child of the Qing Emperor. Why did she still follow the letter and come down to Jiangnan to find him? Did she still dare to give the Heart of Tianyi Dao to him under these circumstances and complete Northern Qi's plan to raise a tiger?
However, at this juncture, there were too many things that Fan Xian needed to make a decision in a flash. He took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and continued to search for Yun Zhilan's figure downstairs.
This was a sudden opportunity. It required a great deal of courage to make the decision to act. Although Fan Xian's personality was steady, he couldn't help but feel nervous. He didn't know if the Shadow would be able to grasp this opportunity. At this moment, he felt it was a pity that the Shadow's personality was too unreasonable. Otherwise, if he had the people of the Sixth Bureau cooperate with him, perhaps the chance of success in today's impromptu plan would have been greater.
The girl selling flowers under the large tree had already slowly walked toward the plain. A light and fresh aura spread out from her body. Immediately, the jianghu aces there sensed something strange.
Everyone unconsciously made a path for the girl selling flowers. It was as if they didn't dare block in front of her. After this normal-looking girl walked past, only then did the heroes feel it was strange. Why did they make way for her?
In just a moment, Haitang had already walked onto the large plain with a calm expression and stood naturally in front of the official. In a quiet voice, she said, "Sir, I am a Northern Qi person. I am crude and do not know scriptures, but I do have some confidence in fighting."
The Jiangnan Road official narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the unremarkable girl in front of him. For a moment, he didn't say anything. It was as if he had been intimidated by her.
At this moment, the cold wind from West Lake blew over. It didn't move the thick cotton jacket on Haitang's body, but it blew the messy hair at her temples in front of her face. It looked slightly funny. Today, Hangzhou did not have a fairy appear out of nowhere. Instead, there was a village girl who had stood on the stage because her hometown had been humiliated.
The Northern Qi person, who had been indignant but silently enduring, saw her appear and pretended to be hesitant. A moment later, his eyes seemed to light up and he was overjoyed. He passed through the crowd and knelt below the plain. "Miss Haitang! Why have you come? "
The jianghu people surrounding the building were all shocked. When they looked at the normal-looking girl again, their gazes became wary and fearful.
Haitang? Northern Qi's Haitang!
Grandmaster Ku He's last disciple, a ninth-level ace who was unmatched in the North, a legendary Tianmai. It was impossible for a Great Grandmaster to appear out of nowhere by West Lake. Who could be a match for her?
— — —
While Haitang was posing and stealing the limelight, Fan Xian didn't have the extra energy to look at her. From the beginning, he didn't look at her. He only furrowed his brows and carefully watched the movements of everyone below. A moment later, he finally noticed a place.
Beside the lake, under the embankment, in a small boat, a fisherman wearing a straw hat and holding a fishing rod in his hand.
Fan Xian's palms rested on the railing and his eyes stared unblinkingly at the fisherman. He found that the moment Haitang appeared, the fishing rod in the fisherman's hand gently lowered.
There was no fish on the fishing line. The fisherman thought highly of Haitang's cultivation and wanted to hide himself deeper, so he made this subconscious reaction.
This small change fell into Fan Xian's eyes. He extended his hand and took the blue and white porcelain plate from the Third Prince's hand.
The Third Prince said with great surprise, "I haven't …"
Before he finished speaking, Fan Xian had already thrown the blue and white porcelain plate down the stairs with force.
…
…
With a crisp clang, the porcelain plate shattered into countless pieces, clinking endlessly. Because of Haitang's appearance, the outside of the building was completely silent, so the sound was particularly clear.
Some people raised their heads to look upstairs and wondered which inexperienced person had thrown the plate down the stairs after hearing the Northern Qi sage girl's name. These people did not see Fan Xian's appearance because of the large trees and bamboo curtains.
Some people continued to watch the scene nervously, not knowing what Haitang would do next.
Only the fisherman on the lake and Fan Xian upstairs did not have any obstructions in their line of sight. The fisherman could clearly hear that the plate had been thrown forcefully and not smashed down, so he was slightly surprised and turned his head to take a glance.
It was only one glance, but he could not pull it back because Fan Xian's gaze was coldly staring back at him, staring fixedly at him.
Yun Zhilan, who was disguised as a fisherman, looked at the calm young man upstairs. It was as if a fire was burning in his heart. Fan Xian! You're also here!
Yun Zhilan slowly pulled back his fishing rod, but his gaze was still like a pair of dazzling swords as it shot up the stairs.
Separated by dozens of feet, it was as if the two people upstairs and on the boat had forgotten everyone inside and outside the building. They had forgotten that Haitang was in a rage and only stared at each other.
For a long time, the two people's gazes did not separate. There was no probing in their gazes, only a naked coldness. Because of their past hatred and the aftermath of the Jiangnan Ming family matter, it was impossible for the two of them to appreciate each other.
…
…
Yun Zhilan pulled back half of his fishing rod.
Very strangely, a dagger with no light appeared at the edge of the fishing rope beside the boat. It seemed to be silently rising up as he reeled in the line. Finally, the Soul Reaping Dagger gradually floated up to the surface of the water.
Most of Yun Zhilan's attention was on Fan Xian in the building and a small portion was on Haitang in the plain. Although he was Sigu Jian's first disciple, he knew that Haitang and Fan Xian were both the most unfathomable figures of the younger generation. Furthermore, it was rumored that these two were particularly compatible. At this moment, they had suddenly appeared at the same time in Hangzhou and beside this little boat. What exactly did they want to do?
A streak of black light flashed past.
The fisherman on the boat gave a muffled grunt. A terrifying arrow of blood shot into the sky from his body.
It was as if the black canopy on the little boat was being pulled by countless forces at the same time. In an instant, it shattered into countless pieces and shot out. With a splash, a figure dressed entirely in black broke through the water of West Lake and pierced through the air in the direction Yun Zhilan had faintly escaped.
After two sounds of breaking through the air, there was no trace of anyone by the lakeside. All that was left was a lake full of broken pieces of the black canopy, rising and falling with the waves. Among the broken pieces, a bamboo hat commonly seen in Jiangnan floated unsteadily. It seemed to be expressing its protest toward Fan Xian in the building.
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