I am truly amazing. Yesterday, it was 6666 words again.
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A strange smile flashed and disappeared. Shock floated in this Great Grandmaster's eyes. Logically speaking, a Grandmaster should have experienced countless earth-shattering events in his life. Even if Dong Mountain had collapsed in front of him, it probably would not have made his eyelids blink. However, this shock was clear.
Fan Xian had been looking into Sigu Jian's eyes the entire time, so he was able to accurately grasp the thoughts in this figure's heart. Other than smiling bitterly to himself, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
The reason he had been looking into Sigu Jian's eyes the entire time was because there was nowhere else on Sigu Jian's body to look at.
This short old man was sitting in a wheelchair. The bones on the left side of his face were broken and deeply sunken in. His left arm was broken as well. His sleeves were empty and fluttered in the wind. Although the large hemp clothes covered his body and the extent of his injuries was unknown, it was still a particularly frightening sight to think about.
This was the first time in Fan Xian's life that he had seen Sigu Jian, the most valiant person in the world, the sword saint who had protected Dongyi for decades.
In his imagination, this Grandmaster level figure, even if he was not as ethereal as an immortal, would at least have a sense of transcendence. However, he had not expected that the Sigu Jian who appeared in front of him would be like this.
It was wretched and pitiful. Only his eyes were filled with a natural ruthlessness and an unyielding sword intent. Fan Xian could only stare into his eyes, terrified that he would be disrespectful.
The atmosphere in the room was very strange. Facing a legendary figure, Fan Xian should have appeared more excited. However, he could not become excited no matter what. Perhaps it was because he knew the other person was going to die in a few days, perhaps it was because he had lived with Uncle Wu Zhu since he was young, or perhaps it was because his parents were both incredible people no less than Great Grandmasters.
The sword boy pushed the wheelchair into the morning light. The faint light clearly illuminated the terrifying wound on Sigu Jian's face. The sword boy obediently retreated. It was Sigu Jian who broke the silence first. After staring at Fan Xian for a moment, he sighed in a raspy voice, "Admirable, admirable."
This Great Grandmaster had the reputation of being an idiot since he was a child. After he had mastered his swordsmanship, he moved unhindered between heaven and earth. He never had any thoughts of bending his waist. He pierced through the sky and pierced through the earth. He was very arrogant. Even on Dong Mountain, when he had been grievously injured by the Qing Emperor and Ye Liuyun's combined attack, he was still stubborn and laughed to his heart's content. He refused to lower his head.
He was the most powerful person in the world. It was basically impossible for him to feel admiration for someone. Thus, when he repeatedly expressed his admiration for Fan Xian, Fan Xian's face couldn't help but redden. He was rather embarrassed.
Fan Xian knew what this admiration meant. He did not admire the Qing Emperor or Ye Liuyun, but he admired him. It was because of the voices that had come out last night.
"You're welcome, you're welcome." He coughed to hide his embarrassment and turned around.
The morning light shone down, enveloping both the old man and the young man. Fan Xian naturally and habitually stood by the side of the wheelchair. He furrowed his brows slightly as he felt this scene. A strange feeling welled up in his heart.
The pitiful short and thin injured person on the chair was the legendary tyrannical and murderous Sigu Jian?
The sunlight shone through Sigu Jian's brows and glowed with a white light. It was as if his brows had suddenly turned white. Fan Xian stared in a daze at the other side of the face that was still intact. He suddenly realized that this Great Grandmaster was not as old as he had imagined.
Three years ago, when Fan Xian had fled Dong Mountain, only Ye Liuyun had been on the boat. Regardless of whether it was Ku He or Sigu Jian, he had not encountered either of them. Of course, if he had encountered them at that time, he probably would not have been able to escape back to Jingdou. Thus, he did not know what had happened on the mountain at the time. He did not see the wretched sight of a sword light shining through the jade peak, killing all the Tiger Guards, and blood covering the mountain path.
But, this did not affect his faint fear of Sigu Jian. He knew that this Great Grandmaster was somewhat crazy. If he could kill 100 Tiger Guards, he could easily kill him.
Fan Xian had never met Sigu Jian before, but he was no stranger to this Great Grandmaster. After he entered Jingdou, Dongyi's Sword Hut had become the Overwatch Council, Eldest Princess, and even the Qing court and Emperor's favorite scapegoat. In any case, this Great Grandmaster did not leave the Sword Hut, so he could only allow the Qing Kingdom's shameless people to pour dirty water on him.
Because of the Eldest Princess, the Overwatch Council led by Fan Xian and Dongyi's Sword Hut had carried out a life and death battle during those years. Starting from the battle of Niulan Street, they both saw each other as enemies and each used their own methods. It was only when Fan Xian went to Jiangnan and used the power of the Shadow that he managed to chase Yun Zhilan and his people back.
Fan Xian knew that this was because Sigu Jian had always disdained to deal with him. If he had truly wanted to kill him, perhaps he would have died many years ago.
After this, Fan Xian successfully inherited the palace treasury. At this moment, Sigu Jian appeared particularly like a mature politician and not an idiot with great martial power. Sigu Jian put down his past grievances and sent his favorite last disciple, Thirteenth Wang, to express his attitude to Fan Xian.
Thus, Fan Xian was very familiar with Sigu Jian. Or rather, he thought he was familiar with Sigu Jian. Meeting him now, he realized that Sigu Jian was still a stranger to him, an unfathomable and terrifying stranger with an unknown temperament.
There seemed to be an invisible pressure in the Sword Hut emanating from the injured person in the wheelchair, making it difficult for Fan Xian to breathe.
"I didn't kill you back then not because I looked down on you," Sigu Jian suddenly said mockingly in a hoarse voice. "The reason I didn't kill you is simple. It's just that you don't know it."
Once Sigu Jian opened his mouth, the pressure filling the courtyard weakened slightly. Fan Xian relaxed and quickly said, "Please advise me."
"Your mother's surname is Ye. Isn't this reason clear?" Sigu Jian furrowed his brows. It seemed that he had not expected Fan Xian to be so stupid. He cursed angrily.
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Fan Xian shrugged. He truly couldn't understand this reason. He had not gone deep into the Sword Hut to catch up with Sigu Jian. Rather, he wanted to talk about the future of Dongyi and the world.
The number of people who had the right to discuss the world had gradually decreased. Ku He was already dead. Ye Liuyun had truly escaped. After the Dong Mountain incident, many people had died. In the Sword Hut, there was the Northern Qi Emperor, Fan Xian, and Sigu Jian. They were all people who had the right to sit and discuss the world.
"I trust that you have already read the proposal I had Thirteenth Wang bring back."
Proposal was a new term. In the fourth year of the Qing calendar, Fan Xian had once had Fan Sizhe write a proposal to open the Danbo Bookstore. This year, he had also written one and given it to Sigu Jian. He wanted to convince this strange and ruthless Great Grandmaster to accept his proposal.
"I didn't read it," Sigu Jian said indifferently.
With these words, Fan Xian's heart was like a heavy blow. He didn't know what Sigu Jian was thinking. He had thought he would be able to move Sigu Jian a little with the proposal he had painstakingly drafted. If Sigu Jian didn't even look at it, what was there to talk about?
"The Qing Kingdom's diplomatic group hasn't arrived yet. What are you in such a rush for?" Sigu Jian looked at him mockingly.
Fan Xian fell silent. Suddenly, he said, "In my letter last year, I reported to you that I had confidence in controlling Northern Qi. If you trust me, I can also preserve Dongyi's independence to the greatest degree."
Sigu Jian looked at him calmly. His twisted and sunken terrifying face contrasted with his calm eyes. It appeared particularly quiet, but there was a glimmer of a craziness that made one shiver.
"That kid is actually a woman. I had not expected it. That is why I said I admired you earlier. If you want to convince me that you have the ability to control the entire situation based on this, it seems to be a bit lacking," Sigu Jian said in a raspy voice. Sigu Jian mockingly said in a raspy voice, "Your father is not a normal person. If you can't satisfy him, how will you fool him?"
The Qing Emperor's request was to swallow Dongyi into his territory. Sigu Jian knew that after his death, Dongyi and the surrounding vassal states would no longer be able to protect themselves. They could only wait for their fate of being swallowed. Since Northern Qi had come out to cause trouble, Dongyi would have to wait for the right price and hope to be able to preserve themselves as much as possible.
These were in themselves two completely different directions. He had to satisfy both the Emperor and Sigu Jian. For Fan Xian, this was a difficult task. As the saying goes, follow your brother's feelings and lose your sister-in-law's. Even if the girls in the brothel benefited from both sides, it would be difficult for them to reach such a stage.
The key was still Sigu Jian. As long as he nodded, everything could be discussed. Fan Xian thought of this. Very naturally, he pushed the wheelchair and began to walk on the yellow dirt paths around the sword grave. He pushed the heavily injured Sigu Jian to bask in the sun.
Sigu Jian closed his eyes and enjoyed the sunlight landing on his body. Suddenly, he said, "You're very skilled at pushing the wheelchair. You're better than those children. Why don't you stay and take care of me these few months?"
Fan Xian smiled and replied, "It's fine to take care of you for a few months. However, you have to look at those things. The tens of thousands of people in Dongyi are all looking at you and waiting for you. You have to have some ideas."
"As for pushing the wheelchair, I'm used to pushing it in Jingdou."
"Oh, I remember. That old dog's leg was broken a long time ago." Sigu Jian suddenly sighed. "During these 20 years, the biggest mistake I made was actually getting the wrong target. I had always seen your Emperor as my biggest target. I had never thought that if I had killed Chen Pingping at the beginning, perhaps your Emperor would not be so arrogant."
There was a powerful confidence hidden in the calm words. It was as if Sigu Jian could kill such a terrifying figure as the Director of the Overwatch Council if he wanted to.
For some reason, the sea breeze around the sword grave paused slightly. Following the sword intent in Sigu Jian's words, Fan Xian's heart felt as if it had been stabbed ruthlessly. His face became deathly pale. Only now did he feel the true realm of a Great Grandmaster. With a thought, the surrounding environment also reacted. Killing intent rose and was difficult to bear.
His hands pressed forcefully against the back of the wheelchair, forcefully supporting himself. With great difficulty, he said, "Given your cultivation, if you focused on killing Director Chen, he would not be able to live for long. The problem is, if you killed him, Ye Liuyun would come to kill the people of Dongyi."
He breathed with difficulty for a moment and then slowly said, "Even if everyone in your family dies, you still have your disciple. Dongyi still has the manor of the Master of the City … Sir sword saint, just as the Emperor said, strange creatures like Great Grandmasters should not exist in this world. Since you have appeared, then you cannot act recklessly. You are just a dead object to maintain the balance. "
"Hmm, that makes sense," Sigu Jian said with his head lowered.
Fan Xian continued to smile with difficulty. "Sometimes, I feel fortunate on behalf of the people under heaven. Regardless of whether it is Master Ku He or you, there will always be things on your mind, such as Northern Qi and Dongyi. If you were truly an idiot who did things according to your own preferences but also had the power of a Great Grandmaster, I'm afraid the entire world would fall into chaos."
"Of course," he said with emphasis. "If that was the case, I would not vainly hope to convince you of anything."
Sigu Jian was silent for a long time. He then suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Last night, you gave me many surprises. So, your so-called trump card is on that little Emperor. I admit that you have the right to negotiate with me. I also admit that I do care about Dongyi's future. Perhaps this is a habit, a habit that I will take with me even if I die. I am used to protecting the people of this city."
He turned his head and said in a raspy voice, "As long as you satisfy me, I will also satisfy you."
"Surrender in name, garrison, unchanged for 50 years." Fan Xian's heart beat faster. Looking into his eyes, he threw out a few words with unusual speed. When he was in Qingzhou, he had already said these words to Thirteenth Wang. Now, he was just repeating them in front of Sigu Jian.
"Garrison?" Sigu Jian laughed. His laughter was particularly sharp and pierced Fan Xian's eyes with a sharp pain. No matter how he used zhenqi to protect his body, he was unable to block it.
His face was deathly pale. With a muffled grunt, he cursed, "You won't kill me. What is the meaning of torturing me like this?"
Hearing these words, Sigu Jian involuntarily shrugged and said, "I'm just laughing out of habit. What does it have to do with torturing?"
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"The Northern Qi Emperor is actually a woman. Tsk tsk." Sigu Jian seemed to have not heard Fan Xian's suggestion at all. He was still immersed in this reality. It was as if he was happy that he had finally learned a certain secret before he died.
Fan Xian finally realized the strangeness of this Great Grandmaster's personality. In a flash, he remembered that Zhan Doudou was still catching up on sleep in her room. He wondered if this Great Grandmaster had been eavesdropping all night. His expression became strange.
He unconsciously looked under Sigu Jian's eyes to see if he had deep dark circles or corns. Sigu Jian also looked over. Looking at the dark circles around Fan Xian's eyes, he furrowed his brows and said, "Even if it's a female Emperor who only does it once every few years, you have to take it easy. If you want to die from indulgence, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to."
After these words were said, Fan Xian was greatly embarrassed. However, a thought flashed through his mind. He heard the last sentence clearly. His lips trembled slightly. He didn't know how to respond.
The morning light gradually brightened and cast the shadow of the wheelchair on the sword grave. It was like it was pierced by countless swords. It looked very pitiful. Fan Xian looked calmly at the shadow and suddenly thought of the familiar figure he had seen behind the second door when he had been chased by Lang Tiao and Yun Zhilan.
At that time, he had even thought that person had come. Looking at the shadow in the sword grave, only then did he know his guess was wrong. At that time, the person who had appeared behind the second door was Sigu Jian himself. He had not thought that the feeling of him sitting in the wheelchair would be so similar to Chen Pingping's.
Seeming to guess what he was thinking, Sigu Jian coldly said, "Under my eyes, no one can touch you."
However, Fan Xian did not feel a sliver of safety. He looked calmly at Sigu Jian and quickly analyzed in his heart. Suddenly, he said, "No one can, but that doesn't mean no one dares. Yun Zhilan dared to put Thirteenth Wang under house arrest, make a private deal with the Qi people, and chase after me in front of you … "
Although Sigu Jian had casually chased Yun Zhilan and Lang Tiao out of the Hut and intimidated everyone, given his understanding of the Great Grandmaster realm, Sigu Jian did not need to appear behind the second door. His attack at the time only proved one thing. Sigu Jian's present strength was no longer what it had been at its peak.
"Right now, I cannot leave the Hut because no one dares to push me." Sigu Jian's gaze became strange. He had once again guessed Fan Xian's thoughts. "Your father and Ye Liuyun have injured me too badly. I should have died a long time ago. Luckily, I've survived until now. However, I can no longer move. I can only sit in this damn wheelchair. Even if I want to kill people, I can't run anymore. Hmm, as long as those people who want to be killed by me stay a bit further away from me, there's nothing I can do."
A glimmer of sadness suddenly flashed through Fan Xian's heart. Such a Great Grandmaster had fallen to such a state in the end, sealing himself in the Sword Hut and unable to leave.
"Of course, no one dares to try," Sigu Jian said with his eyes closed. "As long as you are by my side, you are still safe."
Fan Xian suddenly opened his mouth and said, "How many more days can you live?"
Sigu Jian abruptly opened his eyes. It was as if he had been angered by this bold question. His gaze pierced straight into the depths of Fan Xian's heart like a heavenly sword.
Fan Xian's eyes felt a piercing pain. He quickly closed them.
After a long time, Sigu Jian faintly said, "There's about a hundred more days."
Fan Xian opened his eyes. He didn't dare to look at this Great Grandmaster who had difficulty controlling his emotions.
Sigu Jian stared in a daze at the deep pit under his feet and the swords swaying in the wind. He tilted his ear to listen to the crisp clanging sounds. No one knew what he was thinking. Perhaps he was thinking of the countless beautiful scenes in this life, the countless times he had attacked with the sword, the countless victories, and the people who had died under his sword. His expression gradually became dim.
He had only lost once in his life, on Dong Mountain. However, he had lost so thoroughly that he had no choice but to carry on such a humiliating conversation with a junior beside the sword pit.
"I once relied on the sword in my hand to control Dongyi and the countless vassal states around it," Sigu Jian suddenly said coldly. Sigu Jian suddenly said coldly, "Only in the last moments of my life did I realize that the only things I could control were this grass hut and this pit."
Fan Xian lowered his head and bowed deeply. He knew that Sigu Jian had finally made up his mind. "This bow is to thank the sword saint for his mercy on behalf of the Qing soldiers and the people of Dongyi."
"No need to thank me." Sigu Jian suddenly laughed self-mockingly and said, "If the person from the Qing Kingdom had not been you, I would not have agreed."
Fan Xian smiled and thought, The Northern Qi Emperor had come thousands of li, yet you avoided meeting him. This meant that you already had a plan in your heart. Why did you have to say such things? The present situation was set. If Sigu Jian wanted Dongyi to avoid the disaster of war, there was only one path.
Sigu Jian looked at the happy young man beside him. His mood was also strange. He had to admit that although this kid's strength was lacking, his luck was not bad. He was able to use one night to solve most of the biggest problem, the pressure on Northern Qi. He smiled again in his heart. This young man still didn't know why his attitude was always there.
Sigu Jian really wanted to see Fan Xian's angry expression when he solved the problem at the last moment. However, at that time, perhaps he would already be dead. He thought gloomily. He then turned his head and looked at Fan Xian. "You have to believe me. If it wasn't for you, even if your Emperor personally came to beg me on his knees, I would still not agree to the Qing Kingdom's conditions."
Fan Xian did not understand.
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