The climax can't come so quickly. It will be at least 30 chapters or so … Hmm, I'm also looking forward to it. When the time comes, I might have to write slowly. I haven't written such an awesome scene yet. PS: After watching it for a year, I finally bravely jumped into the stock market and found that it really was a big scene. I couldn't calm down before 3 o'clock. I bought 20,000 and was going to leave it there. I'm a big shot.)
Ever since his rebirth, or more accurately, ever since he had come from Danzhou to Jingdou, Fan Xian sat in a black carriage, wore a black robe, and held a black, slender dagger as he walked in the darkness. His entire body, from the inside out, was completely black.
Now, on the vast blue sea, the ship was pure. The mast rose high, and the white sail was like the clean wings of a giant bird. It was as if it wanted to pierce through the white clouds on the horizon.
The cripple, Lieutenant Dan, had once tied himself to the head of the mast and bitterly cursed the unfairness of the world toward the sky full of rain and shocking waves. However, Fan Xian, who was climbing to the top of the highest mast, did not feel this way. After comparing Chen Pingping to his good friend Agan, he narrowed his eyes slightly in a thin white robe and faced the morning sea. His thoughts and state of mind became as pure and happy as the scenery around him.
Cursing heaven and earth, blaming heaven and earth, fighting with heaven and earth, and wanting to become a person was not the life that the selfish and death-fearing Fan Xian hoped for. He just greedily enjoyed every moment after his rebirth. He wanted wealth, beautiful women, shocking authority, and the occasional spiritual enjoyment when he was alone.
After leaving Danzhou, although there were many joyful things to play with, he was busy scheming and scheming all day long, busy killing people, and guarding against being killed. This kind of complete relaxation and emptiness was something he hadn't enjoyed in a long time.
Without question, Fan Xian was the first little bourgeois in the Qing Kingdom. His mother was clearly on Paul's side. Thus, he would not pass up such a petty-bourgeois opportunity to go out to sea and enjoy the wind. He would drink good wine and eat beef like Chu Liuxiang, and be the master of the ship like Master Xu. It was a pity that there were not many beauties wearing bikinis on the ship.
The ship broke through the waves and left a thin white mark on the blue sea. It brushed past the red sun that seemed to be close at hand. On the mast, the young man's hands danced, his feet danced, and his mouth sang. He was truly like a monkey.
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The morning sea breeze was actually a bit cold. After Fan Xian shouted a few times, the wind blew through the corners of his shirt until it was cold and wet. He felt uncomfortable all over. Although he was immune to heat and cold with his internal energy cultivation, this kind of wet feeling was still uncomfortable. Only then did he realize that there was always a price to pay for acting cool. Somewhat resentfully, he prepared to go down to the deck.
He still couldn't resist glancing greedily at the seemingly endless sea again. His heart was filled with some unknown desire. to be filled. This kind of desire had appeared in his heart since last year, but he had never been able to accurately grasp what it was. He had once discussed it with Haitang, but he had no way of digging it out from his heart.
The open sea outside the ship and his heart, which could never be completely relaxed, formed a very awkward feeling. He furrowed his brows and spat. The spittle drew an arc and fell far into the sea. It added a bit of foam and pollution to the sea.
The navy soldiers and Overwatch Council people on the deck below raised their heads to watch this scene. These few days, they had already gotten used to the imperial envoy's occasional crazed actions. Although many people were not used to the fact that an immortal of poetry and a powerful official had suddenly become a monkey standing at the top of the mast and looking into the distance, they thought that as long as it was a talent, they would always have strange habits that stood out from the masses. So, they understood.
Fan Xian's action of spitting fell into the eyes of many people on the deck. A sailor couldn't resist sighing in admiration. "Even spitting is so handsome."
"Oh oh … ah ah …" A strange cry came from the top of the mast. "I am Mount Tai! I am Mount Tai! "
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Everyone on the deck looked at each other. The sailor who had sucked up earlier was indeed braver than the average person. He gathered his courage and asked the Overwatch Council official beside him, "Sir, what kind of mountain is Mount Tai?"
The person he asked was Fan Xian's trusted aide, Hong Changqing. Hong Changqing glanced at him coldly and then turned his face away.
A gust of wind rose. With a light snap, a pair of bare feet landed firmly on the deck. A young man wearing a white unlined garment loosened the rope in his hand and yawned. A sailor beside him rushed over to tie the rope back in place.
Fan Xian jumped down from the top of the mast.
Although they had seen this scene many times, many people on the deck still couldn't help but be dumbfounded. How high was this mast? How could Sir Fan junior jump down so easily?
Hong Changqing's gaze as he looked at Fan Xian was full of worship. Everyone knew that Sir Fan junior was a rare ace in the world, but they could not imagine that a true ace was actually this powerful.
Someone brought the reclining chair over. Fan Xian lay down on it as if all the bones in his body had gone soft. His two feet were propped up on the railing of the ship, allowing the sea breeze to wash his feet. He felt the sea breeze pass through his toes like a lover's gentle caress. He sighed in satisfaction.
His left hand held a cup of wine produced by the palace treasury and slowly drank. His right hand gently pinched the shell of a nut and brought it to his lips. Fan Xian once again felt the same regret he had on the mast. If only Wan'er and Sisi were by his side.
"Sir." Hong Changqing stood by his side. He wanted to say something but then stopped. In the end, he couldn't resist asking in a low voice, "What kind of mountain is Mount Tai?"
In this world, there were many famous mountain peaks, but no one had ever heard of Mount Tai. Hong Changqing quietly said, "Is it tonight's secret order?"
Fan Xian paused and couldn't resist laughing. He scolded, "What Mount Tai? There is one on Dong Mountain. "
Suddenly, a sailor on the ship cried out loudly with a glimmer of excitement in his voice, "We've arrived at Dong Mountain!"
Fan Xian immediately rose and walked with the excited Overwatch Council officials to the port side of the ship, waiting for the appearance of Dong Mountain. In that instant, Fan Xian, for no reason, remembered that in his previous life, before he had gotten sick, he had taken a ship past the Three Gorges and was about to pass by Goddess Peak. Those passengers had also been this excited.
However, that time, Goddess Peak was hidden in the clouds and rain of Wu Mountain. They had only seen the movement of the tent but not the goddess's body. It was a pity.
Fortunately, the weather was clear and there was not a speck of dust in the air. Dong Mountain did not hide his appearance.
The ship sailed north for several miles, circling around a beach densely covered with submerged reefs. After making a turn to the left with great difficulty, everyone on the ship suddenly felt their eyes brighten. The ordinary scenery that they had been seeing for several days suddenly disappeared. Instead, a huge mountain that seemed to suddenly stretch across the heaven and earth filled everyone's eyes just like that.
The great Dong Mountain!
This was a stone mountain. It seemed normal, but this stone mountain was very large. No one knew how many meters tall it was. Furthermore, the side facing the sea was an incomparably smooth stone wall. There was not a single crack on the stone wall. It was as smooth as jade. It was as if a god had once used a divine sword to split this mountain in the middle.
Fan Xian looked at this scene and sucked in a cold breath. Given his eyesight, he judged that this mountain was at least 2,000 meters tall. How could this stone cliff facing the sea be completely unbroken? Although he was a pig when it came to geology, he knew that this kind of marvel was very rare to see.
The great Dong Mountain was not large. It was just tall and steep. It was like a stone pillar, an incomparably large stone pillar.
Furthermore, the side facing the sea was already smooth. The erosion of the sea wind for tens of thousands of years had not caused it to show any signs of loosening. There were no signs of animal activity. Even those proud and untamed giant birds could not make their nests on it.
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and thought to himself that this place was indeed wondrous. It was even more beautiful than Northern Qi's Xi Mountain stone wall.
On the side of the great Dong Mountain facing the sea, there seemed to be a lot of fertile soil. Verdant and lush forests grew and flourished on that side of the mountain, creating an exuberant and dense appearance of green.
One side was green, the other was white. The two sides of the great Dong Mountain used these completely different colors to decorate the world. It formed a very harmonious feeling. It was like a piece of jade that had turned from green to pale. It was extremely beautiful.
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Fan Xian couldn't resist sucking in another cold breath. Of course, he knew of the great Dong Mountain. In this world, there were two places known as Dong Mountain. One was in the western suburbs of the Kingdom of Qing. It was just a small hill, but because the Qing Temple had a shrine there, and because some folk gods enjoyed worship there, it was somewhat famous.
The other place was on the shores of the East Sea, the great Dong Mountain that enjoyed great fame in the world.
The great Dong Mountain was famous because of its wondrous structure and perfect scenery. It also produced the most perfect jade in the world. Fan Xian still remembered that a year ago, during the Northern Qi empress dowager's birthday, someone had offered a tribute of the great Dong Mountain's essence jade. However, after the Qing Kingdom had conquered this area during the Northern Expedition, they had built another Qing Temple on the great Dong Mountain and strictly prohibited the mining of jade. Thus, the jade of Dong Mountain was only in stock on the market, and the price was becoming more and more expensive.
The third reason for the great Dong Mountain's fame was the Qing Emperor's edict. The incense in the Qing Temple on the great Dong Mountain had long surpassed that of the Qing Temple in Jingdou. One reason was that the Qing Temple in Jingdou was strictly guarded. Commoners did not dare go there, while the Qing Temple on the great Dong Mountain did not have this problem. The second reason was that legend said that the Qing Temple on the great Dong Mountain was truly wondrous. Many commoners who had no money to see a doctor would receive the protection of the Temple after they went up the mountain to pray.
Of the two Dong Mountains, the one by the sea was larger, more famous, and more wondrous. Thus, everyone knew the mountain in front of them as the great Dong Mountain and the mountain near Jingdou as the little Dong Mountain.
Although Fan Xian had been a materialist in his previous life, he was a staunch idealist in this one. Looking at the stone wall of the great Dong Mountain, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Once again, the same feeling he had when he first entered the Qing Temple surged. Was there truly a mysterious power in this world watching him?
Was it the Temple?
He unconsciously shook his head.
He could faintly see the mountain paths passing through the woods on the other side of the great Dong Mountain. They were like thin threads tying the thick layer of green clothing securely to the great Dong Mountain's naked body.
Fan Xian's eyesight was very good, so he could see that at the peak of the mountain, there was a black temple facing indifferently toward the sea below the cliff and the morning sun in front of it.
He unconsciously smiled and wondered if he would have to practice climbing from this stone wall again in the future. The difficulty was a bit too high.
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Before long, the great Dong Mountain was left behind the boat. It was also left behind the heads of the people on the boat. Other than a few words of praise, no one said anything else and returned to their respective posts.
Hong Changqing noticed that the imperial envoy seemed to be quieter than before. He just sat in the reclining chair in a daze.
For a lively monkey to suddenly turn back into a thinking monkey, something must have happened.
However, Hong Changqing didn't dare ask. He just stood obediently behind Fan Xian, handing over wine and fruits and snacks at any time.
"When will we reach Danzhou?" Fan Xian suddenly asked.
Hong Changqing paused and went to ask the navy officer. He came back and replied, "In the afternoon."
Fan Xian nodded and suddenly sighed.
Hong Changqing thought for a bit and hesitantly asked, "Why are you sighing?"
This time, it was Fan Xian's turn to be surprised. He was silent for a long time and didn't reply. He had discovered a somewhat amusing, yet not very amusing, truth. Those who followed him, regardless of whether it was Wang Qinian at the beginning or Deng Zi Yue and Su Wenmao later, after following him for a long time, they all seemed to develop in the direction of supporting him, although not everyone had Lao Wang's talent.
For example, this sentence, "Why are you sighing?"
Was it very similar to the sentence, "Why are you smiling?"
Fan Xian forced a smile. Only now did he understand the root of this matter. The reason these trusted subordinates joined in was not because of anything else. It was because he was the master. Whether intentionally or not, they would always flatter him, make him happy, and help him solve his worries.
Thinking about it, it seemed that it was only Xiaoyan's temperament that was different from normal people.
Fan Xian smiled and followed Hong Changqing's words and said, "It is human nature to feel shy when one is close to home."
He had lived in Danzhou for 16 years and left for more than two. Suddenly returning home always made him feel strange emotions. He didn't know if his grandmother's health was good, if the servant girls in the manor had married, or if the little yellow flowers on the cliff were still faintly blooming. After he left, would there still be anyone standing on the roof yelling that it was raining to collect clothes? Had the hedonistic enemy he had dreamed of since he was young appeared? Dong 'er, Dong' er, how is your tofu selling?
Hong Changqing chuckled but didn't know what the commissioner was afraid of. He thought, You are already an important official of the court and returning home with the identity of an imperial envoy. You should be bringing honor to your ancestors and traveling in silk clothes every day. You should be incomparably happy. Why are you still so worried?
Fan Xian glanced at him and asked, "Your hometown is in Quanzhou?"
"Yes, I was born and raised there."
"Hmm, find an opportunity to go back and take a look."
"Yes."
The two of them had different statuses, so they didn't have much to talk about. Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then said, "After you come ashore, immediately go get the Council reports for the past few days."
Hearing that official matters had been brought up, Hong Changqing's expression became solemn. In a heavy voice, he replied, "Yes."
In that instant, Fan Xian had already ended a few days of traveling up Xiaoyao Lake and returned to the role he was supposed to play. He once again hid that monkey-like self.
His thin lips were slightly pressed together. There was no excess expression on his handsome face.
"Send an order to Jiangnan, so continue with the methods, but don't overdo it. Everything can wait until I return from Jingdou after the new year."
"Yes."
"You stay by my side. Have the seven people from Jiaozhou go to Jiangnan and help Deng Zi Yue."
"Yes."
The eight Overwatch Council officials who had revealed themselves in the Jiaozhou incident were all taken away by Fan Xian. Because the methods used to deal with the Jiaozhou incident were rather crude and the military had not been purged, Fan Xian did not want his subordinates to bear this kind of risk. The nephew of the old Qin family had already taken over the Jiaozhou Navy. As for how to deal with the thousand or so soldiers who had participated in the incident and how to purge them without causing a large commotion, that was something the old Qin family needed to consider. Fan Xian did not need to worry about it anymore.
He was only worried about his student, Hou Jichang. Concerning the matter of the Jiaozhou Navy smuggling, Jichang had put in a great deal of effort. The problem was that Fan Xian still had to keep him in Jiaozhou. After the new year, when the court's order of commendation arrived, Jichang would certainly be promoted. Furthermore, Wu Gefei was in Jiaozhou. That clever person should know how to deal with it.
As for Xu Maocai … Fan Xian smiled slightly. Just let him continue to be buried. Perhaps one day he would be useful.
Seeing that the commissioner had sunk back into deep thought, Hong Changqing did not dare disturb him. He waited quietly to the side. Fan Xian suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Are you in a hurry to wipe out the Ming family?"
Ever since Hong Changqing had survived on the little island, he had always sunk into nightmares of similar scenes. Suddenly hearing the commissioner speak of his deeply hidden thoughts, his expression became fearful. He knelt down and said, "I do not dare to disturb your plans."
Fan Xian smiled slightly and said, "The Ming family … they won't be jumping around for much longer."
Going to Jiangnan had taken a lot of time and effort. Although it looked like the Ming family was still struggling at death's door, Fan Xian knew that after paying such a large price, he had long put a rope around the Ming family, just like the one Ming Qingda had around his mother's neck.
The old Ming matriarch was dead. That rope only needed to be tightened a bit. The Ming family was also dead. It just needed to be tightened when Fan Xian had the time. Ming Qingcheng, the Fourth master, Zhaoshang, the palace treasury … Fan Xian was very satisfied with his results.
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In the afternoon, the large ship circled a bay that looked like a silver beach. In the distance, they could see a not-so-busy harbor. Seagulls flew up and down around the harbor. Under the light of the setting sun in the distance, the surface of the sea rose and fell slightly like golden waves. Under the golden waves, there was a hidden flow of jade. It should be a school of fish.
Hong Changqing looked at the seagulls and couldn't help but furrow his brows in disgust.
Fan Xian stood up and looked at the officials at the harbor ready to welcome him. He looked at the Black Knights who had already arrived in Danzhou ahead of time and were ready to welcome him. He couldn't resist smiling.
He had arrived in Danzhou. His life on the sea had ended. In this moment, Fan Xian felt a twofold nostalgia and a twofold sigh.
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