Fan Xian wanted to smile, but he couldn't. The expression on his face was like it had been frozen by the wind and snow outside the Temple. He stared in a daze at Thirteenth Wang in front of him. He looked at his young friend's calm but stubborn face. After a long time, he sighed deeply and also felt the chill in the depths of his heart.
He knew Thirteenth Wang was speaking the truth. He was an honest person, which was why he felt a chill.
If the development of the situation was different from what Fan Xian and Sigu Jian had predicted, if in the eyes of the people of the world, Fan Xian had only taken Dongyi's power and had not considered the interests of the people and merchants of Dongyi, perhaps Thirteenth Wang would actually attack him at all costs.
Sigu Jian's final order, Taiping money house, and the disciples of the Sword Hut had already given up too much profit and power for this gamble. If Fan Xian truly went back on his word, these people would hate him to the bone. Without even thinking, Fan Xian knew how shocking the vengeance of the 13 disciples of the Sword Hut would be.
Furthermore, he had this close and close young friend at his side. Fan Xian did not wish to fight to the death with Thirteenth Wang.
Even if the Sword Hut's vengeance could not directly harm Fan Xian, who was protected by the Overwatch Council, the sudden attack of such a ninth-level ace would certainly harm the family, friends, and subordinates Fan Xian cared about.
The Qing Emperor could bear such a loss because, most of the time, he did not see most of his family and subordinates as human beings. However, Fan Xian could not. He knew that Thirteenth Wang's current attitude represented the determination of the disciples of the Sword Hut. He couldn't help but feel secretly wary.
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes. A cold light gradually grew in them before gradually dissipating. Looking at Thirteenth Wang, he calmly said, "Your brothers have to be clear about one thing. It was your teacher who begged me to do this. I did not beg him to do it. This so-called cooperation is your one-sided idea. I will not accept any form of threat."
Thirteenth Wang was silent. He knew Fan Xian was speaking the truth.
Fan Xian stared into his eyes and said each word clearly, "This is something I have always wondered about. Sigu Jian gave me 12 swords. How exactly can I trust your loyalty and not have to worry every night that you will stab me in the back?"
"If someone wants to stab you, I will stop them." Thirteenth Wang lowered his head sadly. "As long as you don't go back on your word."
Fan Xian smiled coldly and mockingly. "I have the Shadow behind me. What do I need you to do? I just hate this feeling. Who am I? I am not someone who can be coerced into doing things. The Sword Hut must correct its attitude. If Yun Zhilan or Li Bohua do not believe me, then there is no need for us to continue talking. Let's drop it here. After a few months, we can bring the army back to talk. "
Thirteenth Wang raised his head and glanced at him with some confusion and pain. "You are also threatening me."
"It's impolite not to reciprocate." Fan Xian looked at him seriously and said, "I have a headache over the will you have shown. I don't want anyone to use you to control me."
"We do not have such extravagant hopes, but, to be honest, we do not understand teacher's final order, particularly since our brothers have not had much contact with you. They do not know what kind of person you are. They do not believe that you would not care about the interests of the Qing Kingdom and think about the survival of Dongyi."
"Whether they believe it or not is up to them. I only need them to accept it." Fan Xian stood and gently patted his shoulder. "We are friends. I don't want you to become a friend who stands by my side and constantly watches my every move."
"Friends should trust each other and support each other without asking for reasons," Fan Xian looked at Thirteenth Wang and said seriously. Fan Xian looked at Thirteenth Wang and said seriously, "You are the attitude Sigu Jian showed me, and it is also the attitude I showed Sigu Jian. Because of you, I was able to build this kind of trust between Sigu Jian and I. I hope that, from now on, you will learn to have your own attitude. People must live for themselves. In this world, there are already enough people who carry the so-called hatred of their countries and families and the righteousness of the common people. Your personality is not suited to doing this kind of thing."
"You are suited for it?" Thirteenth Wang faintly asked after understanding his words.
"I had no choice. I was forced to do this." Fan Xian's lips tasted bitter. His heart was sorrowful. The corners of his lips twitched. Gazing outside the quiet room, he sighed and sang, "Look at that dark hole. Is that the thieves' nest? Why do I recognize them as thieves? But are they real thieves? Am I a thief? I don't want to go forward, and I don't want to kill them all. "
Thirteenth Wang looked at him calmly and suddenly said, "In this world, who can force you to do this?"
Fan Xian was silent for a long time. He then said, "I don't know. Perhaps, fundamentally speaking, it is just me who wants to do this."
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Concerning the Emperor's matter, Fan Xian had already thought deeply enough. Just as he had said to his father, before Uncle Wu Zhu returned, he did not want to have a falling out with the Emperor. Furthermore, he did not have any reason to do so. Although there had been a tragedy decades ago, as a soul drifting through this world, even if he wanted to avenge that woman, he would still hesitate when faced with his fleshly father.
Furthermore, the Emperor was still so powerful, so powerful that he could not be defeated.
Fan Xian only wanted to make this world more gentle and more in line with his thoughts. This was probably the first thing all transmigrators wanted to do after arriving in a completely different world.
He didn't know that Ye Tao had done this, Wu Anguo had done this, and even Ye Qingmei had done this. Probably only Shi Yue hadn't done this.
In reality, this was just the fate of transmigrators, or rather, the fate of outstanding transmigrators. One could not be a foppish playboy for a lifetime. Enjoyment could not quell one's spiritual needs. The human's instinctive desire for knowledge and control would force one to walk in that direction. Anyone with enough power and influence would try to use the power in their hands to change something.
To wear embroidered clothes and walk through the night for a lifetime required the willpower of an old monk. Even an old monk on the verge of death couldn't resist asking Shakespeare.
For a person like Fan Xian, when he already had a certain position in this world, he always had to put on beautiful clothes, stand under the sunlight, and do the things he wanted to do according to his own thoughts.
For this world, it was not necessarily a good choice. At least, it was a choice he thought was good. History was a dough for the powerful to knead. However, the powerful thought it was best to knead it into a delicate little girl. Some thought it should be kneaded into a large knife to chop around in a bustling market.
As for who was right and who was wrong, it would be left to history to judge. In any case, before history came to a conclusion, the powerful would have long become white bones. They had to do it. Only then would it be thorough, straightforward, and not wronged.
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Fan Xian lived his second life. At the end of the spring of the 10th year of the Qing calendar, he finally climbed to the peak he could reach. At this time, he was a young and powerful official of the Qing Kingdom. He had power in his hands, great power in the Overwatch Council, and money. Most of the money in the world was faintly under his control. Furthermore, he had a reputation. His reputation was so resounding that there was no second person in the world.
Most importantly, he had deeds. When white smoke rose around Dongyi and white spirit-summoning banners fluttered in the thick spring wind, Sigu Jian's funeral was about to begin. The negotiations between the Qing Kingdom and Dongyi had already ended. The situation in the world had finally undergone a fundamental change. From now on, the appearance of the territories became unfamiliar.
Dongyi finally submitted to the powerful Qing Kingdom in name. Other than a smear of green in the West and the country in the North that had maintained its silence, the entire land had submitted to the Qing Kingdom's iron hooves.
Furthermore, the Qing Kingdom had not sent a single soldier to achieve this goal. The person who had facilitated all of this was, of course, Fan Xian. His reputation at this moment reached the peak of history. What he had done would certainly be written into the books of history.
Fan Xian stood calmly in front of the door of the Sword Hut with Thirteenth Wang behind him. The other 11 disciples of the Sword Hut also stood quietly not far away. The Qing diplomatic group stood on his other side. The secret agents and swordsmen of the Overwatch Council did not reveal themselves. They were warily watching everything around them from various directions.
Today was the opening ceremony of the Sword Hut in the 10th year of the Qing calendar. Originally, this ceremony had already been held a long time ago. Sigu Jian had been seriously ill and on the verge of death. Additionally, the Sword Hut had something important to announce to the world and had invited many important figures.
There were too many people and too many people. Recently, there had been a faint element of unease brewing in the small vassal states around Dongyi and in some of the streets in the city. Volunteer armies had even appeared in a few places. As the representative of the invaders, Fan Xian became the most important person to protect.
However, Dongyi was not worried about Fan Xian's safety. The person who wanted to kill Fan Xian in this place should not have been born yet.
Of course, this judgment excluded the only Great Grandmaster in the world, the Qing Emperor. After all, everyone thought that the Qing Emperor would not suddenly come in a frenzy to assassinate his illegitimate child, who had just accomplished a great deed.
No one dared to stand shoulder to shoulder with Fan Xian. The weather was bright and beautiful. The sun shone brightly, giving rise to a faint summer heat.
Thirteenth Wang was the person closest to Fan Xian. He was half a step behind Fan Xian.
Fan Xian's expression was calm as he welcomed the large merchants who had come from all over the world. At the same time, as half a master, he received the Qing and Northern Qi diplomatic groups. The faces of the Qing diplomatic group carried a joy that was difficult to suppress. However, the expressions of the Northern Qi officials were very ugly.
A large canopy had already been erected in the open space in front of the Sword Hut. Countless white paper flowers and curtains hung on it. It did not look festive. It was at odds with the opening ceremony and the declaration of allegiance in name.
Fan Xian did not care about this. The officials of the Qing Ministry of Rites were displeased, but they didn't show anything. Everyone knew that the opening ceremony this time could be considered Sigu Jian's funeral. The officials of the Ministry of Rites did not want to anger the powerful people in the Sword Hut at such an important time.
The sun slowly moved up into the sky. The air gradually grew hot. Fortunately, Dongyi was on the shores of the East Sea. With the sea wind blowing endlessly day and night, it was bearable. Additionally, the canopy blocked out most of the blazing sunlight. Other than wiping away sweat, the guests who had come to watch the ceremony did not complain much.
Suddenly, the sound of firecrackers rang out outside the Sword Hut. Countless firecrackers exploded at this moment. The paper shreds were sent flying high into the air. Smoke began to fill the air.
As if this was a signal, firecrackers that had been prepared a long time ago lit up at the same time in front of every shop and private residence in Dongyi. Even the brothels that usually hung red lanterns and sang incessantly all night changed their lanterns to white and set off firecrackers in front of the buildings.
The girls had already changed into plain clothes. With a glimmer of unease and confusion, they looked in the direction of the Sword Hut.
The merchants and commoners stood under the white spirit-summoning banners in front of their doors and watched as the firecrackers exploded into pieces in front of them.
The baby in the woman's arms was startled awake by the loud and clear firecrackers that rang out from all directions in Dongyi. He wailed loudly.
All of Dongyi was filled with the sound of firecrackers and the sound of crying. The slightly blinding smell of glass enveloped the entire city along with the smoke.
The shattering of the firecrackers was like a person's life. The rising smoke was like a gradually departing soul.
Fan Xian watched this scene calmly and suddenly thought of the firecrackers he had heard outside Shangjing in Northern Qi many years ago. He thought to himself, Regardless of whether it was Master Zhuang or Sigu Jian, they were both equally noble to these common people.
Under the canopy outside the Sword Hut, at Yun Zhilan's voice, everyone knelt down toward the large black coffin.
Fan Xian also knelt down. He then heard Yun Zhilan announce Sigu Jian's final order on his behalf.
As expected, before Sigu Jian died, he finally forgave Yun Zhilan's disloyalty and ordered him to take over the position of Master of Dongyi. Yun Zhilan had always been in charge of the mundane affairs of the Sword Hut and was well-versed in worldly affairs. Given the dissatisfaction in his heart, he would certainly be able to form a relatively complete restriction with the Qing people who had come to take over Dongyi.
Fan Xian did not care about this. He listened silently. He only thought that only if Sigu Jian passed the Sword Hut to Thirteenth Wang would he be able to use the close relationship between the two of them to truly control those 12 terrifying swords.
As he thought this, he heard Yun Zhilan's last words. Involuntarily, his eyes narrowed.
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"Fan Xian's mother is from Dongyi. I have personally taught him sword techniques. He is a great talent. I order him to preside over the opening of the Sword Hut."
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