"Tie Xiang?" Fan Xian's eyes glanced at the green banner and narrowed his eyes slightly. With a wave of his sleeves, he walked back into the school, coldly leaving the green-clothed man outside the room.
The swordsmen of the Sixth Bureau of the Overwatch Council glanced warily at the green-clothed man and also retreated into the room. Although they didn't know why the commissioner had stopped them from chasing after the archer, the Council's orders were like a mountain. No one dared to raise any objections.
The green-clothed man tilted his head slightly and held the green banner in his hand. He seemed to be startled. Heavy snow swirled and fell in the darkness, gradually accumulating on his shoulders.
This scene was indeed a bit strange. After the sudden assassination, Fan Xian was as quiet as if nothing had happened. He paid no attention to the green-clothed man who had suddenly appeared in front of him and helped him block that frightening arrow. It was as if he had no interest in talking at all.
The green-clothed man looked at the tightly shut door and couldn't resist shaking his head and smiling. He thought to himself that the legendary Sir Fan junior was indeed an interesting person.
He tidied his clothes again and calmly walked to the wooden door of the school. He stretched out his hand and politely and gently knocked twice.
A moment later, Fan Xian's calm voice came from inside the door.
"Please come in."
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The green-clothed man placed the green banner beside the wooden door of the school. The snow on the banner soaked the gray ground. He lowered his head. One could see the glimmer of a smile at the corner of his lips. He did not directly bow to Fan Xian. On the contrary, he laughed lightly and said, "Compared to the rumors, you have a sliver of arrogance."
Fan Xian's hands were placed in front of him by the fire. He still did not open his mouth.
The green-clothed man warmly said, "Is this how you treat a guest?"
Fan Xian rubbed his warm hands together and accepted a bag of fine wine from the hands of a subordinate beside him. He drank a few mouthfuls and lightly said, "The weather is cold and the ground is frozen. You knocked, so I let you in to avoid the snow. This is me taking pity on my people, not treating you as a guest."
"If I didn't knock, you wouldn't see me?" the green-clothed man continued to ask. "Does you not have anything to ask me?"
Fan Xian glanced at him coldly. He didn't clearly see the green-clothed man's face and said, "What … what right do you have for me to see you? What do I need to ask you? "
The green-clothed man slowly raised his head, and the great hall of the family school that was illuminated by the light of the fire suddenly became bright.
This person's eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were as warm as jade, and his lips were thin and slightly curled up, losing a trace of sharpness and adding a touch of friendliness. His appearance was unusually delicate and handsome, but his age was unusually young.
Even Fan Xian couldn't help but be a little absent-minded. He smiled and thought to himself, "This guy is quite good-looking, only a little worse than me."
The green-clothed man seemed to have not expected such a cold attitude from Fan Xian. He smiled bitterly and said, "Why must you keep me at a distance?"
Fan Xian drank another mouthful of wine and withdrew his gaze from the person's gentle and beautiful face. Lightly, he said, "Have you done me a service?"
The blue-clothed man thought for a moment, then said, "Even if I were not here tonight, that arrow would not have been able to harm you in the slightest."
This was what he had said before.
Fan Xian placed the wine bag at his side and looked at him calmly. "Since you are of no help to me, then don't expect me to remember your kindness. You should understand this."
The green-clothed man paused and smiled. "Precisely."
Fan Xian continued, "I don't owe you anything. If you want to avoid the snow, then avoid it. If you want to talk, then say it. But don't act so mysterious and unfathomable. I loathe that."
The green-clothed man smiled bitterly and said, "You are right."
"Also …" Fan Xian suddenly moved forward and said seriously, "Are you prepared for me to take you?"
From ancient times to now, from history to stories, this kind of meeting in the wilderness, where the famous and powerful officials followed the wheel of history, was always accompanied by a melodramatic show of idealism, respect for the wise, loyalty, and surrender. However, it had probably never been as direct and shrewd as Fan Xian described it. It was even unsightly and unsightly. It had probably never happened before.
Fan Xian stared into the green-clothed man's eyes and said, "Don't have the extravagant hope that we can have an equal relationship. If you want to be my subordinate, then you must stand below me and pay attention to your own limits. Regardless of whether it is talking, doing things, or even posture, as well as your inner thoughts, you must all be placed below me."
He straightened his body and lightly said, "If you want me to take you, then give up those unrealistic fantasies and pride. In this world, it is not that it won't turn if someone is missing. My personality is a bit strange, and I don't have the hobby of taking in guests."
The green-clothed man had been dealt a heavy blow by Fan Xian's words. He stood gloomily in the hall and was silent for a long time before he forced a smile and said, "You are indeed overbearing."
Fan Xian calmly cut him off. "Because I have the right."
Without waiting for the green-clothed man to speak, Fan Xian said, "If you have something you want to say, then say it. Otherwise, go sit in the corner and warm yourself by the fire. Once the snow stops, leave."
The green-clothed man had not thought that things would develop to such a state. He couldn't help but shake his head. He had to get close to Fan Xian before he entered Jingdou and convey a certain message to him. Coincidentally, he knew the direction of that little arrow, so he had found this opportunity to appear in front of Fan Xian. He had thought that he would obtain a good first impression of Fan Xian. Unexpectedly, although Fan Xian was not overly suspicious, he had broken through his thoughts with unusual strength.
The green-clothed man thought for a moment and then smiled slightly. "On the way back to the capital, perhaps I can protect you a little."
"That's not a good reason." Fan Xian shook his head. "You and I both know that it is only a little arrow that has come. I don't think much of it."
The green-clothed man thought for a bit and finally sighed. "I have brought you a piece of news."
"What news?"
"News from the East."
Fan Xian abruptly raised his head and stared into the green-clothed man's eyes.
The green-clothed man accepted it calmly. He was actually one of the top figures among the young people in the world, so he was able to remain calm in the face of Fan Xian's might.
Fan Xian clapped his hands.
In the middle of the hall, all of the Overwatch Council swordsmen and secret agents stood silently and walked out of the main doors of the school. Hong Changqing turned and carefully closed the wooden door, leaving a quiet place for Fan Xian and the green-clothed man.
After the room recovered its silence, the green-clothed man smiled slightly and raised his hands in greeting. "Dongyi greets the Commissioner."
Fan Xian fell silent. He slowly took a few deep breaths to recover his calm. A glimmer of coldness flashed through his eyes. He coldly asked, "Tell me your name."
"The 13th disciple of the Sword Hut, Tie Xiang."
"Sigu Jian only took 12 disciples," Fan Xian looked at the green-clothed man and said. Fan Xian looked at the green-clothed man and said, "Furthermore, I have never heard of a young man called Tie Xiang in Dongyi. People I have never heard of do not exist."
Given the Overwatch Council's intelligence network that covered the world, Fan Xian said these words with great confidence.
The green-clothed man lowered his head in silence for a moment. He then smiled slightly and said, "My original name is Wang Xi. I came to the Qing Kingdom on my teacher's orders to travel and changed my name to Tie Xiang."
"Wang Xi?" Fan Xian casually said. "A good name."
The green-clothed man called Wang Xi smiled slightly and said, "The name isn't necessarily very good, but this person still has some use."
At this moment, Fan Xian should have asked why Dongyi and the Overwatch Council were irreconcilable enemies. Strangely, Fan Xian didn't open his mouth to ask, and Wang Xi didn't open his mouth to explain.
These two young people both had intelligence and calculations that far surpassed those of their age. They saw through each other's thoughts in an instant. For Fan Xian, Dongyi should have long sent someone to make contact with him. He had not thought that the person who came would be a young man he couldn't see through.
Dongyi had always had a good relationship with Xinyang. Presumably, Sigu Jian was like Ye Liuyun, enjoying the offerings of the Junshang Conference. However, Fan Xian knew that there were no eternal enemies or eternal friends in this world. There were only eternal benefits.
Although Sigu Jian had been an idiot in the past, to be able to single-handedly protect Dongyi and the various small kingdoms for 20 years, he had relied on more than just the sword in his hand.
Those who held the country had to be careful. Under the powerful pressure of the Qing Kingdom, if Dongyi wanted to survive, they had to maintain close ties with the highest levels of power in the Qing Kingdom. The relationship between Sigu Jian and the Eldest Princess had developed in this way.
Following Fan Xian's appearance, the power structure of the Qing Kingdom had changed greatly, particularly after he took control of the Overwatch Council and palace treasury. Fan Xian already had the power to threaten Dongyi. In comparison, the Eldest Princess had fewer and fewer chips in her hands.
It was impossible to put all the eggs in one basket. The chips could not always be placed on the big side. It was impossible for the girls in the family to all marry into one family. This was a problem of sharing the risks.
Sigu Jian was still holding the Eldest Princess captive. The closeness of the relationship between Dongyi and Xinyang was something Fan Xian could not compare to. Furthermore, ever since Fan Xian had made his debut, he had formed a grudge with Dongyi that was difficult to resolve. For example, the two female assassins on Niulan Street and the sudden attack on Yun Zhilan by West Lake.
However, Dongyi still had to come into contact with Fan Xian.
If the Eldest Princess fell, Fan Xian would, without question, become Dongyi's first choice. Before making this choice, Dongyi had to first express its goodwill.
Politics was indeed wonderful. Fan Xian and Dongyi were clearly still enemies, but both sides knew that while they were enemies, they had to begin trying to come into contact. Today, they would still fight to the death. In the future, perhaps they would drink and chat merrily.
In the face of great profit, any kind of grudge could be washed away. Although Fan Xian would not think this way, Sigu Jian would certainly think this way.
However, Fan Xian also knew that Dongyi and him could only have this kind of secret exchange. Sigu Jian, that idiot, still had most of his chips on the Eldest Princess' side. Just as Prime Minister Lin had analyzed in Wuzhou, if that thing really happened, Dongyi could guarantee decades of peace. Why would they still need to come find him?
The reason this white-clothed man called Wang Xi had come into contact with him was just to open the way.
"Is this your teacher's idea or Dongyi's?" Fan Xian asked.
Wang Xi thought for a moment and then replied with a slight smile, "It is my teacher's idea."
Between the question and answer, both sides knew that this kind of contact could not be brought out into the open. This was just Sigu Jian's shrewd and ruthless hidden move. This move could not be known by anyone.
"What's in it for me?" Fan Xian asked straightforwardly. "A large group of ninth-level aces from the Sword Hut all want to assassinate me in Jiangnan. I can't pretend nothing has happened just because of one word from you."
"There are no benefits, only an attitude," Wang Xi explained warmly. Wang Xi explained warmly, "Dongyi and you are still enemies, but I am not … I am the attitude teacher has expressed. Not many people in Dongyi know of my existence. As long as you are willing, I will stand by your side. This will never change."
"Even if your eldest disciple brother wants to assassinate me again?" Fan Xian picked up the metal rod and pushed at the burning charcoal in the basin. Casually, he said, "Will you also stand by my side and kill all of your Dongyi people?"
"Yes," Wang Xi replied seriously. "Anyone who is unfavorable to you is my enemy."
Fan Xian couldn't resist laughing. He let out a long sigh and said, "Sigu Jian, oh, Sigu Jian, the things this idiot thinks of are indeed interesting."
As he said this, Fan Xian watched Wang Xi's reaction from the corner of his eye. When he said the word "idiot," the biggest taboo in Dongyi, the other party's expression remained calm and unmoved.
"The 13 disciples of the Sword Hut …" Fan Xian narrowed his eyes. There were four Great Grandmasters in the world, plus Uncle Wu Zhu. Ku He's true last disciple was Haitang, so Uncle Wu Zhu's last disciple was him. If the green-clothed man in front of him was truly Sigu Jian's last disciple, then he should also be a powerful figure.
"In the future, I will call you Thirteenth Wang," Fan Xian said calmly. Fan Xian calmly said, "Thirteenth Wang, have you ever thought, given my vengeful personality, that Dongyi will still follow that crazy woman to deal with me in the future? How could I let Dongyi go just because of you?"
"Working together is beneficial for both sides." Wang Xi smiled freely with an indescribable ease. "As for those who have offended you, you can think of a way to kill them. Teacher had me enter the Qing Kingdom to travel. I have no hidden evil intentions, so I have to survive."
"As long as I survive," Wang Xi said calmly, "Dongyi will continue to live as it is now."
Hearing these calm but actually unusual words, Fan Xian lowered his head slightly and said, "Are you also going to the capital?"
"Yes." Wang Xi sighed leisurely. "Since I am traveling, of course, I have to go to the Qing Kingdom's Jingdou. I heard that there is a Baoyue Brothel in the Jingdou. There are countless beauties in the brothel. I must savor it well."
Fan Xian didn't even raise his head. "I won't give you a discount."
Wang Xi smiled and said, "I can also earn a lot of silver from fortune-telling."
"Didn't you say earlier that you weren't a fortune-teller?" Fan Xian asked.
Wang Xi replied in a quiet voice, "Sir … fate is too strange. It moves through the wind and clouds, and the stars flicker endlessly. It is not something a mortal can calculate."
Fan Xian's heart jumped slightly. A moment later, he slowly said, "Going back to the original topic, that is the same as saying that you are Sigu Jian's attitude alone, a minute part of his attitude, and that it has nothing to do with Dongyi's edict?"
"You could say it like that," Wang Xi replied, neither servile nor overbearing.
"Very good." Fan Xian rubbed his hands, which had begun to grow cold again, and placed them above the brazier. His eyes looked at the bright red seeping through the white ash in the brazier and said, "I don't like having a very powerful archer spying in the dark all the way back to the capital and suddenly shooting a few arrows out of the blue."
Wang Xi was silent.
"Go break that little arrow outside." Fan Xian raised his head to look at him. "Since you are Sigu Jian's attitude, I want to see your attitude. Before I enter the capital, I want to see the head of that little arrow."
Wang Xi continued to be silent. After a long time, he gently nodded his head. He picked up the long green banner from the side of the door. Just as he was about to push the wooden door open, he suddenly turned around and said, "I don't really like killing people. Can we change the content?"
Fan Xian's head had already lowered again. Coldly, he said, "If you don't know how to kill, what use is there for me to keep you?"
"My skills are not bad." Wang Xi said calmly, but there was an unfathomable feeling in his words. "I can protect you."
"Protect me?" The corners of Fan Xian's mouth twitched and he smiled. "I don't think you have the right to say that."
Wang Xi smiled and said, "I am qualified. Sir, you can try."
Given Fan Xian's present realm, for Wang Xi to say such a thing showed that he had a strong confidence in his abilities. But Fan Xian still did not raise his head. He only said quietly, "Don't talk big in front of me. The Qing Kingdom is not Dongyi. You can die at any time in the wilderness, and you don't know from which part of the sky the rope that takes your life comes."
As soon as he finished speaking, the light in the family school suddenly dimmed. A gust of wind blew, blowing the ash that was like snow in the brazier. A strong, secretive, and murderous aura enveloped Wang Xi, who was at the door.
Wang Xi's hand holding the green banner shook slightly. The black arrow stuck in the pole of the green banner shattered into pieces.
Wang Xi coughed gently and took a few steps back. There was not a trace of fear on his face. On the contrary, he smiled and said, "No wonder my eldest disciple brother would return in defeat in Jiangnan. With such an ace protecting you at your side, naturally, you don't need me … that's fine, then I'll help you kill a few people."
After saying this, he pushed open the door and disappeared into the night. That long green banner flickered in and out of sight in the night snow.
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