Chapter 78 Speechless Fan Xian

Danzhou, Fan Prefecture.

In the backyard, Fan Xian was lying on a recliner with his legs crossed, talking incessantly.

In front of him, several pretty maids were sitting on the ground obediently, listening attentively.

"That night, Ning Caichen was reading in Lanruo Temple when he suddenly heard the sound of a zither outside the door. He was very curious and got up and walked out."

"Just after he took a few steps, he saw a woman in white playing the zither in a pavilion not far away. Ning Caichen then walked slowly forward to check the situation..."

As Fan Xian was speaking, he saw the maids in front of him all opened their eyes wide and listened very seriously.

Seeing that the time was right, he began to lower his voice slowly.

"Ning Caichen walked to the pavilion and asked the woman in white."

"The woman in white stopped playing the piano and slowly turned around."

"Suddenly!" Fan Xian's voice suddenly increased several times, scaring all the maids in front of him and making them fall to the ground.

"Master, you are so annoying!"

"That's right, Master must have done it on purpose."

"It's scary!"

The maids stood up from the ground and grumbled.

Fan Xian disagreed and said with a smile: "You can't blame me for this. It was you who insisted on listening to ghost stories in the first place."

"I originally thought that I would tell you about it in the middle of the night. It will definitely be more exciting then."

Just then, a man who looked like a servant walked in from the gate.

"Master, it's time to eat." The man waved to Fan Xian.

Hearing the word "dinner", Fan Xian jumped up from the rattan chair, clapped his hands, and said:

"Okay, let's eat first. I'm really hungry."

As he spoke, Fan Xian swaggered towards the front yard.

The maids also followed Fan Xian and left the backyard.

However, when Fan Xian passed through the backyard, he found that the back door was open and several middle-aged men were moving vegetables into the yard one after another.

Fan Xian knew that the Fan Mansion was very large and there were many people living in it, so providing them with food was naturally a big job.

Therefore, the meals that the Fan family eats every day are delivered from outside.

Fan Xian took a look at the person delivering the food and felt a little curious, so he asked the servant beside him:

"That's not right. Isn't it Lao Chen who usually delivers the food?"

"Why didn't I see him today?"

The servant immediately replied, "Master, it's like this. Old Chen had something to do today, so he didn't come, and asked his nephew to come instead."

"So that's how it is." Fan Xian nodded thoughtfully, and without saying anything more, he continued walking forward.

After a while.

After lunch, Fan Xian left the Fan Mansion and went to a secluded place to practice martial arts.

After a long period of practice, he has now been able to use the domineering internal energy in his body with ease and is no longer out of control like before.

If he could continue to suppress it, his own strength would probably improve faster.

Afterwards, Fan Xian stopped thinking about it and continued to practice on the spot.

I don’t know how long it took.

When Fan Xian was practicing martial arts, suddenly, a sharp blade flew over from the air not far away.

The sharp blade was several feet long and shaped like a flying knife. After flashing a cold light, it flew straight towards his forehead.

Ok? ? ?
When Fan Xian noticed something was wrong, he immediately moved to the side and avoided the attack.

However, when he turned around, several sharp blades whistled towards him from not far away.

Fan Xian shouted softly, kicked the branch next to him, lifted it in front of him, and reached out to catch it.

Then, he gently waved the branch in his hand, like a long sword, blocking all the oncoming sharp blades. "Since you are here, don't hide your head and show your tail, come out in the light."

Fan Xian had finished speaking, but no one appeared and there was not even a sound around him, which seemed extremely awkward.

"Ha!" Fan Xian chuckled and picked up a sharp blade from the big tree next to him.

Then he swung the sharp blade forward, hitting a branch not far away.

"Crash..."

Following a sound, a figure fell from the branch.

The person who came was a middle-aged man, wearing black tights and had a scar on his right eye.

"How do you know that I was hiding on the branch?" asked the middle-aged man.

Fan Xian held onto the tree branch with both hands to support his body, and said nonchalantly:

"Don't think you are stupid and think that others are just as stupid as you."

"This is an open space. There is nothing around except trees. Where do you think it could be hidden?"

At this point, Fan Xian smiled and said, "I am a little curious now. Is the person who hired you as assassins a fool with a lot of money?"

"I actually found people like you who are brainless and weak to assassinate me."

The middle-aged man shouted angrily: "Who are you calling brainless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man took a step forward and rushed towards Fan Xian.

"Die!"

A quarter of an hour later.

Fan Xian put away the porcelain bottle in his hand, immediately took out a handkerchief from his bosom, and covered his mouth and nose.

There was a constant hissing sound on the ground, and green smoke was rising.

The middle-aged man just now opened his eyes wide at this moment, looking shocked, and died with his eyes open.

His body began to decay rapidly.

In just a few breaths, the middle-aged man's body turned into blood.

Afterwards, Fan Xian covered his mouth and nose, walked to the stone next to him and sat down, looking through the silver in his hand.

This silver was obtained from the middle-aged man. Apart from the silver, there was nothing else.

After Fan Xian put away the silver, he sighed helplessly and said, "Who wants to kill me?"

"Every time someone comes here, they have neither the strength nor the wisdom. They are just here to get killed."

"It's really weird."

Soon, Fan Xian asked behind him, "Uncle, do you know who is coming this time?"

Wu Zhu, wearing simple black clothes and blindfolded with a black cloth, crossed his arms in front of his chest and said expressionlessly:
"know."

"Who is that?" Fan Xian asked.

Wu Zhu said: "Now is not the time."

Fan Xian: "..."

"Uncle, can't you say something else besides this?"

"If you don't want to tell me, just say you don't know."

"Okay." Wu Zhu replied.

"..." Fan Xian sighed helplessly and said, "Uncle, talking to you is really tiring."

"Can't you say something useful?"

Wu Zhu pondered for a moment and said, "Yes."

"Really?" Fan Xian became interested and asked, "What?"

Wu Zhu said, "You are going to Kyoto soon."

(End of this chapter)