Chapter 220

In the twinkling of an eye, the 15 day recess of the martial arts academy was over. There were no more homicides, which made everyone who knew it breathe a sigh of relief. From the first murder to the last, seven people died before and after. According to inference, only Ma Lilian and Zong Xuzhi, the son of Zonglei, the regular attendant of Sanqi, who had seen Fang hate water at that time. As long as he kills these two people again, no one will recognize him even if he blatantly walks on the streets of Chang'an city.

The bodyguard in the big house has arranged people around the two people to guard at any time. However, Fang hated the water but didn't do it when it was the easiest time to do it in the past 15 days. The people in the inner guard office were not only happy, but also confused. What the hell is this guy doing? If he killed people in order to appear in broad daylight as soon as possible, why did he suddenly stop when there were only two people left?

Luo Weiran has been busy with the dispatch ceremony recently. The murder case has been handed over to deputy commander Meng Wudi. His Majesty the emperor has decided to send the second group of troops to the northwest in early February, but the leader has not been determined yet. However, from his Majesty's frequent summoning of General Yu manlou of zuowuwei these days, it is not difficult to see that it will most likely fall on him to lead the army.

Fang Xie knew the news. Little eunuch Mu San tried to tell him. Mu San followed Su Buwei and waited on the emperor's daily life in the imperial study. Although he only did small things such as carrying tea, delivering water, making beds and folding quilts, he always knew more and earlier than others.

Early in the morning on the 16th of the first month, Fang Xie returned to the martial arts academy in a carriage. Shen qingfan takes care of the shop. Now she looks more and more like an ordinary landlady. Fang Xie likes the change of Shen Qing fan. The former Shen Qing fan was sometimes charming and sometimes cold and arrogant. Like a madman, people can't figure it out.

I don't know whether it was because she became more and more calm after entering the ninth grade, or she had this change after getting along with Fang Xie.

In recent two days, Zhang Kuang has appeared more and more in front of Fang Xie, always talking about some irrelevant topics. But Fang Xie couldn't hear it. Zhang Kuang always led the topic to Prince Yang Yin intentionally or unintentionally. Fang Xie was not sure what the purpose of madness was, but the change of madness still alerted him.

Fang Xie met Luo Weiran once and knew the great ceremony of sending troops in early February. At that time, your majesty will personally send the army out of the city, accompanied by the civil and military forces and Xun GUI of the Manchu Dynasty. Tea moves and several other song and dance houses have been informed by the government that they will perform a dance in the square outside the Tai Chi palace to see the army off.

Fang Xie is waiting for this day.

However, there was no news from Wu Yidao. Fang Xie paid special attention. Wu Yidao seemed to have been closed all these days. He hardly contacted anyone except entering the palace to reply to the emperor and staying in the Dongnuan Pavilion of Taiji palace for an hour. Of course, the news of his entering the palace was also spread by Mu San. There was a special way between him and Fang Xie, and no second person would know.

That way, a little disgusting.

Mu San would write the news on a note and take the opportunity to hide it in the carriage of the incense exchange company. It's not difficult for Fang Xie to hide from others and get close to the carriage of the incense exchange company. The name of the incense exchange company sounds good. In fact, it's the one who pours the toilet. Every morning, the eunuchs who change the incense department will collect the toilets of each palace, pour them into the big wooden bucket of the carriage, and then pull them to a specific place outside Chang'an city. These carriages pass by the East 23rd Street every morning. Fang Xie has already observed it.

Wu Yidao's side is very calm, and Fang hate water's side is also very calm. After the new year, it seems that those who should not be calm are calm, but Fang Xie knows that this may be just a moment of peace before the storm. Especially Wu Yidao, the Emperor didn't seem to show his intention to let Wu Yidao hand over the goods, but the adults must have been unable to sit still. Wu Yi closed the door and didn't see any guests. This is an attitude.

When the adults' patience runs out, they are afraid that the storm will come as scheduled.

Fang Xie doesn't know how Wu and his party can resist the joint attack of so many big people. No matter whether the emperor will forcibly take the goods back to the court or not, those big people will never let Wu Yidao go. Because Wu Yidao exposed them, and Wu Yidao seemed to be out of their control.

It seems that only when Wu dies together will their secrets disappear.

But Wu Yidao will admit his fate?

Fang Xie only had a sinking fan around him, so he felt more and more weak. If you want to find a suitable helper at this time, can you find it if you want to? However, Fang Xie didn't seem to be in a hurry, because he knew who he should go with.

On the first day of the martial arts academy, the professors hardly gave lectures, but let the students take heart. They just let the students practice shooting and playful competition on the school field. No one will take the initiative to challenge Fang Xie. After shooting the feather arrow of an arrow pot, he left the school field and went to the library to find books. Fang Xie was very interested in the book of sword records of wanjiantang that Xie Fuyao read last time. What he was more interested in was how such a giant in the Jianghu could say that it was decaying.

There is no doubt that wanxingchen was the top existence in Wulin at that time. After him, no one can be willingly promoted as the leader of the alliance by all sects in the Jianghu. But there are too few legends about this man, and even the final end is unknown. Some people say that he was killed by a killer sent by the government of the previous dynasty, but this is not recognized. With the cultivation of ten thousand stars, unless he doesn't want to live, who can kill him? People prefer to believe that stars die of old age.

And wanjiantang is so brilliant. Why did others sort out the things left behind?

For example, the sword record of wanjiantang was written by an unnamed Jianghu guest. This man seems to have fought with the disciples of wanjian hall more than once. He sorted out the swordsmanship he wrote down, but there is no doubt that these things are just the fur of wanjiantang swordsmanship.

Fang Xie is not very interested in swordsmanship. He is not as interested in wanjiantang and wanxingchen.

Of course, he also hopes to learn something from the sword technique of wanjian hall. After all, now he will be too little, only the old cripple's knife next to him. These days, he has either competed with Xie Fuyao or read in the library. He just wants to figure out his own knife technique all the way.

After all, he now has morning dew.

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There are not many people reading in the library. The children of aristocratic families have family origins, and there are practitioners who come with heavy gifts at home. They will come to the library only when they are bored. It is not easy for military students to calm down and read.

When entering the library, Fang Xie naturally put a bag of peanuts on the table at the door. The old professor with white hair and beard and wrinkled face will smile and nod to him. The old man doesn't seem to be called a professor, but more like a handyman.

He cleans the library every day, and then writes down the books borrowed by the students.

It seems that there are seventy-five without eighty. But his teeth are very good. Fang Xie found that he was eating peanuts when he came several times before, so when Fang Xie came again, he would easily buy a bag from the canteen and give it to him. Every time I see the old man Fang Xie, I think of my grandfather in his previous life. He is so old, but he doesn't accept his old age. In the summer evening, his grandfather always likes to sit at the door, drink half a bottle of beer and eat a few peanuts.

The reason why he only eats a few is that his grandfather has few teeth. It is not easy to destroy the peanuts and beans that are put into your mouth.

Fang Xie smiled at the old man, then went directly to the window on one side, sat down on the floor with his knees crossed, and took out half of the sword records of wanjiantang from the bookshelf.

Fang Xie found that the sword techniques written down in this book are just and fierce. It's not difficult to evolve the sword technique if you change it a little. But these swordsmanship are not complete and intermittent. It seems that the Jianghu man who wrote this book doesn't remember very well.

Fang Xie looked at it for a while, closed his eyes and imagined in his mind what these swordsmanship looked like. Then change the sword in the hands of the martial arts villain in my mind into a straight knife, and then display those sword skills. After meditating for a period of time, Fang Xie can always find a blade technique suitable for Chaolu.

The library is very quiet. Few people are reading. Fang Xie didn't seem to notice that Ma Lilian also sat there and looked through the books next to another bookshelf about five meters away from him. She looked up at Fang Xie from time to time. Fang Xie couldn't see her. She didn't seem very disappointed.

What she held in her hand was a military book written by General Li Xiao during the reign of Emperor Taizong.

The standard horizontal knife commonly used in the Sui Dynasty is a pure straight knife without any radian. This is different from the waist knife Fang Xie saw in TV dramas before. It is somewhat similar to the knife of Japanese people in previous generations. But Fang Xie knew that the Japanese Dao was also improved by imitating the Tang straight Dao. In this world, the biggest difference between the straight sword and the long sword of the Sui Dynasty is that the long sword is cut on both sides, while the straight knife is on one side, and the straight knife should be heavier and thicker. Many people feel that the sword is just an ornament. If you want to kill, the sword is more aggressive and refreshing.

Chaolu Dao is made in the shape of standard horizontal Dao, which is slightly longer than standard horizontal Dao. It has reached the limit of the length of the knife. If it is longer, it will become very laborious to pull it out, whether it is carried around the waist or tied behind the back. Chaolu Dao has no scabbard. Maybe the person who made this treasure Dao thought of this from the beginning. With such a long blade, you can't pull out the knife or put it into the scabbard flexibly.

Or maybe the man who made Chaolu didn't want the scabbard to cover the edge of Chaolu.

Seeing the sun sinking, Fang Xie got up and moved his body. He sandwiched a dead leaf picked up on the way to the library some time ago at the page he had just seen. This little action interested the old man who took care of the library.

"Why not fold a corner?"

He walked to Fang Xie and asked.

Fang Xie smiled and said, "I have OCD. I can't sleep when I break the corner of the book."

Naturally, it was just a joke, but the old man nodded and said seriously, "people who love books can find what they want from books. Young man, have you found it?"

Fang Xie smiled and shook his head: "I didn't find it, but I'm not in a hurry."

The old man, um, turned back and abruptly ended the dialogue, which made Fang Xie a little uncomfortable, but the old man is like a child. The older he is, the more so, so Fang Xie doesn't care.

Just as he turned to leave the library, he suddenly frowned. Immediately after, a familiar and long lost sharp pain suddenly appeared in the lower abdomen. That kind of colic was simply unbearable. Fang Xie's body tilted. He stretched out his hand to hold the bookshelf, but he still didn't stop himself from falling down.

With a bang, his head hit the floor.

The pain came like a landslide and tsunami, and the unprepared solution was quickly knocked down. In an instant, his hospital clothes were wet with sweat. His limbs curled up involuntarily and his body huddled together. The muscles of his whole body began to tighten and harden, as hard as rock.

He vaguely heard Marilyn's exclamation and vaguely saw someone running towards him.

But soon, he lost consciousness.