Chapter 154 Big Brother is dying!
The old man chuckled, reached out and picked up the fishing rod in front of him, looked at it repeatedly, and said:

"Old buddy, we're going to fight side by side again."

"I just don't know if the swordsmanship of that mysterious man is as powerful as they say."

"I'm looking forward to it."

As he spoke, the old man's true energy released from his hands, directly shattering the fishing rod in front of him.

There was a ‘pop’ sound.

The withered yellow fishing rod broke into countless pieces and fell to the ground.

In the old man's hand, there was an ancient bronze sword with fine patterns and many strange patterns carved on it.

The old man reached out his hand and gently stroked the long sword, muttering to himself: "I have buried the sword for decades. It is time to let the world know that the sword saint of the past is coming back!"

"After being away for so many years, it's time to go to Qing Country."

Having said this, the old man slowly stood up and walked forward with big strides.

……

late at night.

Fan Xian, who was in the death row, was about to close his eyes when he heard the sounds of fighting outside the door again.

Still the same as before.

When a guard shouted that someone was trying to break into the prison, a large group of people quickly rushed to his door.

They all held weapons and surrounded the entire cell, leaving no gaps.

However, when Fan Xian saw the scene in front of him, the panic and worry of previous times were gone, and he was instead filled with confusion.

Logically speaking, the place where he lives now is the death row, which is considered the most heavily guarded place in the entire Qing Kingdom.

If that's the case, there should be troops guarding the area so that no one can break in easily.

However, tonight, including this time, there were a total of five times when someone wanted to break into the prison and fought with the guards.

Moreover, each fight didn’t last long, just a few minutes, and then it was over quietly.

This forced Fan Xian to start to doubt that the so-called prison break was actually fake.

The purpose is self-evident, which is to make him panic and feel desperate.

If he guessed correctly, the person who implemented this plan must be a powerful person.

Could it be...

At this moment, a figure immediately came to Fan Xian's mind.

But he was a little bit unbelieving.

at this time.

Fan Xian suddenly saw a dark shadow in the crowd, and his expression changed instantly.

Then, he dispelled all the thoughts that had just appeared in his mind.

Because, Fan Xian just saw someone.

This person was wearing a black robe, holding an iron rod in his hand, and had a black cloth covering his face. He looked exactly like Wu Zhu.

Fan Xian did not expect that the person who had been fighting with the guards was actually his uncle Wu Zhu.

If it is Wuzhu, then it is normal.

Wuzhu's martial arts level has reached the level of grandmaster. Even though one of his arms is broken, his fighting power remains undiminished.

Therefore, it shouldn't be a big deal to deal with a large group of guards.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian's feelings towards Wu Zhu warmed up even more, and he was so moved that he almost cried.

The saying "a friend in need is a friend indeed" is absolutely true!
After he was arrested and put in death row and sentenced to death, Wuzhu was the only one who came to jailbreak, and no one else was even seen.

If I can survive this time, I will definitely take Uncle Wuzhu as my godfather in the future!

Soon, the sounds of fighting outside the door disappeared again.

The guards who had just appeared outside the door left one after another.

Peace returned to the entire death row.

Deathly silence.

This time, Fan Xian did not continue to call for help. Instead, he lay on the bed consciously, thinking about something.

Since Wu Zhu came to jailbreak, it means that they have not given up on him and there is still a chance that he can get out alive.

But he was not familiar with the death row here.

Otherwise, they could use an internal and external force to escape from here. Of course, this was the worst-case scenario and could only be used as a last resort.

After a while.

Fan Xian really couldn't stand it anymore and just lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Soon, he began to snore and fell asleep.

……

at the same time.

Emperor Qing was still sitting in the room, looking seriously at several memorials in his hands.

From time to time, he would pick up a brush dipped in cinnabar and mark on the memorials.

After a while.

A man wearing a black robe, holding an iron rod and with a black cloth covering his face, walked in from outside the door.

The man came behind Emperor Qing and immediately bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I am back."

Emperor Qing still looked down at the memorial and asked, "How is it, has he found out?"

The man nodded and said, "The prisoner has seen me, and he looked very surprised. His expression is completely different from the previous two times."

Emperor Qing said: "It's good to see it."

"Okay, change your clothes and go downstairs to rest."

"Yes." The man nodded in agreement, immediately took off his black robe, untied the black cloth on his face, and then turned and left.

Emperor Qing slowly raised his head, looked at the clothes and black cloth on the ground, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"It seems that the time is almost right."

"If we can add some fuel to the fire this morning, it will be much easier."

Afterwards, Emperor Qing continued to lower his head and look at the memorials in front of him.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

As the sky began to brighten, dozens of notices began to appear throughout the city of Kyoto.

When the street vendors and busy pedestrians checked the content of the notice, there was an immediate uproar.

Fan Mansion, backyard.

After getting up and washing, Fan Ruoruo changed into a brand new dress and dressed herself up beautifully.

Then she left the room and walked towards her eldest brother's room.

Fan Ruoruo had agreed with her eldest brother that they would go out for a stroll today, so she dressed up beautifully.

Maybe, while playing, you can meet the second prince by chance.

When she thought of the other person's handsome appearance, gentle aura, and elegant image, her heart beat fast.

The saying that a man will die for his best friend and a woman will dress up for the one who pleases her is absolutely true.

Soon, Fan Ruoruo arrived at the room where Fan Xian lived and knocked on the door.

"Brother, are you up yet?"

After Fan Ruoruo shouted once, she heard no response from inside, so she shouted again.

"Big brother?"

"Can you hear me?"

Just after Fan Ruoruo shouted a few times, a young man came running quickly from not far behind him.

"Sister, something is wrong!"

Versace was sweating profusely while running, waving his hands and saying, "Sister, something...something big happened."

Fan Ruoruo came back to her senses, looked at Fan Sizhe who was running towards her, and said, "It's so early in the morning, how can you be so flustered?"

"Can't you speak slowly if you have something to say?"

Versace waved his hand and said, "This can't be slow."

"Fan Xian... No, it's Big Brother."

"Brother is dying!"

(End of this chapter)