Song's wife? Everyone was taken aback, wondering if Supervisor Fan had a secret lover in Hangzhou. However, the officials of the Overwatch Council knew that Fan Xian was a rare, self-restrained official in Kyoto when it came to affairs of the heart. Despite his young age, he rarely courted trouble. His reputation was well-known, so they must have misunderstood.

Of course, they misunderstood. Fan Xian was merely thinking whether this Hangzhou was the same as the one in his memory, with a Song's wife selling fish soup. There was no Su Causeway or Bai Causeway on this West Lake, but he wondered if there were any Jiangnan women as gentle as Xi Shi.

Traveling the world, he had finally arrived in Jiangnan, which poets and writers never forgot. Fan Xian felt a little excited. He squeezed his legs and urged his horse into the city.

Entering Hangzhou was simple. They had prepared the necessary travel permits and documents, posing as the vanguard of a large family from Wuzhou traveling south via Hangzhou. No one could find any problems with the stamps on the permits. To facilitate their work, the Overwatch Council often harmed the feelings of local officials with their superb forgery skills, which had become a skilled trade.

The group happily walked along the main road under the city gate towards the city. Fan Xian had already boarded the carriage, slightly lifting the curtain to look at the scene in Hangzhou. He saw people with peaceful expressions, and shops lined both sides of the road. Not far away, there was a restaurant, but it was still early, and it didn't yet exude any enticing aroma. Just looking at the clothing of the Hangzhou people and the streets, one could tell that Jiangnan was prosperous, indeed not a false statement.

After a while, a long row of neat willow trees appeared in front of the carriage. It was late winter and still cold, and naturally there were no green leaves to welcome guests, but they drooped weakly like whips, but they were so neat that the first impression was very strong.

Fan Xian was sharp-eyed and saw the water surface hidden behind the layers of willow trees.

The water was clear and gentle, with slight ripples. In this late winter weather, it radiated a clean taste, not a cold that kept people away, but a gentle touch that formed a ten-mile-long lake. In the distance, the beautiful green hills were faintly visible in the mist, and several black and gray wooden buildings rose along the lake, exuding a rich but not ostentatious taste.

This water was West Lake.

And today, the West Lake was a bit lively.

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"Riding horses along the West Lake, breaking off willow branches to give to green plums," these were two lines of nonsense poetry that Fan Xian wrote when he was in elementary school in his previous life. In that life, he had a natural yearning for Hangzhou, always feeling that West Lake was so beautiful, how could there be so many famous people?

But a classmate in his group came from Hangzhou and once told him that West Lake was really nothing special. Fan Xian, then known as Fan Shen, didn't quite believe it, but he never had the opportunity to really get close to West Lake. One reason was that he later got sick, and the main reason was that the house prices in Hangzhou were really outrageous in that life.

Lou Wai Lou (Building Outside Building) by the West Lake was the most upscale restaurant in Hangzhou. Green banners fluttered outside, and green trees provided shade. A large green square could be used for drying books. Inside the building, green wood was used for tables, and waiters wore green clothes. Singing of Qing Guan Ren (courtesans)... it was really a pure enjoyment. It was a pity that it was winter now. The green banners were frozen stiff, the green trees were dry and yellow, the green square was full of vulgar people fighting, and Qing Guan Ren was still singing, but it was not good to wear only light gauze, so the taste was naturally much weaker.

Fan Xian sat at a table by the railing, looking out at the lake through the gap of the bamboo curtain that blocked the wind outside the railing. He was a little disappointed. Song's Wife Fish Soup was naturally not available, and Dongpo Pork was also not available, Beggar's Chicken was not available... even West Lake Water Shield Soup was not available! Fortunately, Longjing Shrimp was still there, otherwise he would have turned around and left in depression.

Without the Lei Feng Pagoda, without the Broken Bridge, was this West Lake still the West Lake in his mind? He picked up the small wine cup that was as thick as three fingers, drank it all in one gulp, and felt indescribably lost.

In fact, he was being too harsh. Hangzhou's local cuisine was light and refreshing, very different from Kyoto's diet, and it was quite famous in Qing.

There were three tables in total in the compartment. Except for the two guards standing at the door, everyone else, regardless of master or servant, regardless of status, was ordered by Fan Xian to sit down and eat silently. The sounds of dripping and ticking were either saliva or soup falling on the table. Looking at the way these people were eating, although there was the problem of hunger brought about by the long journey, it also showed that the dishes in Lou Wai Lou were indeed well-made.

The scene was a bit scary, a large group of people eating silently and fiercely, with two guards at the door swallowing their saliva. Only Fan Xian had the leisure to hold a wine glass and lean on the railing to enjoy the scenery.

Pulling up the bamboo curtain outside the railing a little, the light suddenly brightened, and the winter lake water reflected into his eyes. The wind blew into the building, dispersing the aroma of the dishes floating in the compartment.

At the same time, a thunderous cheer came from the large bluestone square outside the building by the lake!

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The cheers sneaked into the building with the wind, which in turn attracted many diners standing by the railing in Lou Wai Lou to cheer in unison. For a time, the noise was indescribable.

Only this compartment remained quiet. Fan Xian leaned on the railing and watched, took another drink, and a smile appeared on his face, not at all surprised.

His subordinates were shocked by the countless cheers and raised their heads, knowing that the martial arts competition downstairs had reached a critical point, but they did not rush to the railing to watch. Instead, they lowered their heads again and began to deal with the delicacies on the table.

Fan Xian glanced at his subordinates and felt a little strange. Even if you are proud in your hearts and think that these martial artists in the Jianghu are not enough for you to kill with a few knives, you should at least have some interest in studying each other, right?

In fact, he didn't understand that for the Tiger Guards and the swordsmen of the Sixth Division, the Jiangnan Martial Arts Convention, no matter how lively, was not as attractive as the delicacies on the table. Those masters of various sects had some skill, but if you really wanted to talk about killing people, they were not good enough - after all, they were the professionals in killing people.

Si Si and the newly bought maids were even more afraid of this kind of fighting scene, and sat obediently at a table next to them, not coming over.

Only the Third Prince, who was the mastermind behind this trip to Hangzhou to watch the convention, had used so many tricks to get Fan Xian to agree to him. How could he miss it? Holding a plate of stir-fried eel slices in one hand, he picked them up with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, while looking at the two people competing in martial arts on the bluestone square outside the building with great interest, squinting his eyes and looking very excited.

Fan Xian glanced at him, frowned and said softly, "Your Highness, is it that delicious?"

The Third Prince was a little annoyed that he had delayed his watching the show, gave him a blank look, and said, "The palace doesn't allow this to be made."

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment and then immediately remembered that the palace's diet had regulations. It was difficult for things like eels, which were rare in the north, could not be supplied all year round, and looked ugly, to enter the Imperial Kitchen's wise eyes. He smiled self-deprecatingly and followed the Third Prince's gaze to look downstairs, subconsciously starting to explain to the child.

"The one using the sword is a descendant of the Dragon Tiger Mountain in Jiangnan. Looking at his appearance, he is at least a seventh-rank master, but his wrist strength is a little lacking. I heard that his master was a scholar back then, and his basic skills were not well-founded, and bad habits were passed on to his descendants."

"The one fighting him is more famous, named Lü Si Si, don't look at me, she is a woman. She is a disciple of Yun Zhilan of Dongyi City, and can be considered a female grand-disciple of Si Gu Jian. Born into a famous family, she is naturally extraordinary. I think that Dragon Tiger Mountain swordsman will be waiting to be poked with a few eyes in a while."

"Teacher... Yun Zhilan?" The Third Prince's chopsticks stopped by his mouth, even a child like him had heard of this name. Yun Zhilan was Si Gu Jian's first disciple in Dongyi, and had already advanced to the ninth rank, and was truly a master of swordsmanship. Last year, when the Dongyi delegation visited Qing, he was the leader.

"I heard that he also came to Jiangnan, in addition to cheering for his most beloved female disciple." Fan Xian thought for a while and then said, "I think it is also related to the Ming family."

The relationship between Dongyi City and the Eldest Princess had always been good, but the relationship with Fan Xian had always been bad. Although there had not been much direct contact between the two sides, indirect confrontations had occurred countless times. But the only direct confrontation had already caused him to form a very difficult feud with the other party.

He killed two of Yun Zhilan's female disciples on Niulan Street.

Fortunately, Fei Jie had a big reputation and went to Dongyi City in person, selling all the favors he had given Si Gu Jian when he treated his illness, in exchange for a promise from the Dongyi lineage not to trouble Fan Xian. Otherwise, given the Dongyi people's impulsive and vengeful nature, how could Fan Xian have had such a comfortable life in the past two years?

You must know that Si Gu Jian, that monster, was a lunatic who dared to assassinate even the Qing Emperor.

There were not many people on the bluestone square. A large bamboo shed was built facing the lake, and several respected elders were sitting in the shed. A Jiangnan Road official was sitting in the middle, and Xia Qifei of the Jiangnan Water Camp was sitting on the most remote side. He was young, and his seniority in the Jiangnan martial arts world was not enough. Sitting on the rostrum today was also an inconspicuous official from the Fourth Division of the Overwatch Council, but only Fan Xian recognized his identity.

The Jiangnan Martial Arts Convention had been open for half a day. The people competing on the bluestone square had changed several times. Punches and swords flew back and forth, which was very lively. Fortunately, after several fights, no one was killed. Under the gaze of the imperial officials, the Jianghu people would always have some scruples. In short, the martial arts convention was finally opened into a successful, victorious and united convention. Some Jianghu people gained fame, some gained a rare opportunity to show their faces, and some gained some flashy martial arts experience.

Fan Xian watched this scene coldly, and easily remembered the novel in his previous life - "Jianghu is a corner of the country?" The so-called Jianghu on the bluestone square in front of him was probably not even a corner, just a lace edge of the country.

But there was also a trace of faint worry on his face. After watching for half a day, he found that although these Jianghu masters had not shown their trump cards, and had not fought desperately, there were indeed some real strongmen. Take the swordsman from Dragon Tiger Mountain in the last match, in front of the Dongyi City lineage, he didn't lose any ground. It was estimated that in the end, he retreated half a step out of respect for Si Gu Jian's name.

The real masters did not come forward, and those who came forward were already good. And without exception, behind these people were wealthy families or the shadows of the government. If some people with ulterior motives concentrated these forces, Fan Xian would feel a headache - no wonder the imperial court has always been quite strict in managing this area. It seems that His Majesty also knows that the imperial court must maintain a consistent deterrent force against the martial arts of the people, and at the same time absorb the other party with the light of the imperial court.

Fan Xian knew that he was still overconfident after all. Xia Qifei was right, there were indeed heroes among the common people, but under the Qing Emperor's twenty years of strong martial force and high pressure, there was no opportunity to show them.

"Where is Yun Zhilan?" The Third Prince was curiously looking for him in the crowd downstairs, not noticing Fan Xian's slight distraction.

Fan Xian shook his head and said, "His identity is different, of course he is not patient enough to sit in the grass shed with those old men and imperial officials. Who knows where he is hiding at this time."

It should be said that in the imperial palace the year before, Fan Xian was still stabbed fiercely by Yun Zhilan's sword-like gaze, but he had a thick skin and a dark heart, knowing that the other party could not do anything to him, so he endured it.

At this time, his eyes were surveying everywhere downstairs, but he did not find the trace of the sword master, and felt a slight worry in his heart, not worried about himself, but worried that the Shadow Assassin would take action without his permission.

Chen Pingping had once talked about the grudges between Shadow and Si Gu Jian. That kind of hatred that went deep into the bone marrow could not be suppressed by official duties, especially since Yun Zhilan was disguised and going to Jiangnan this time, and did not take the official route. If Shadow wanted to kill him, this was the best opportunity.

But today, there were a gathering of masters and many high-ranking officials on the bank of West Lake. If a ninth-rank battle broke out in full view of everyone, everyone would have a feast for their eyes, but the impact would be too bad.

Fan Xian was thinking by the railing, constantly weighing things in his mind. Yun Zhilan obviously did not come to Hangzhou because of this broken meeting, of course he came because of himself. Xinyang was exporting goods to Dongyi City, and Si Gu Jian had to protect the Ming family no matter what. If he wanted to move the Ming family, he was afraid that he would have to find the sword master hidden in the dark first.

At this moment, the official in the bamboo shed downstairs stood up, walked to the stone platform, cupped his hands and saluted, and said gently: "Today, seeing you heroes performing martial arts, this official can't help but feel emotional. My Great Qing Dynasty is indeed a land of outstanding people, and there are many heroes among the people. I hope you will continue to practice martial arts diligently in the future, and one day you will be able to open up territory for my Great Qing Dynasty on the battlefield, achieve immortal fame, and honor your ancestors."

The official laughed and said: "Don't be ridiculed by you heroes, this official is a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken. Watching the martial arts in person, I only have envy, and I wish I could learn a few moves from you, so that I can get on the horse and kill thieves in the future, and earn some face for His Majesty."

The Jianghu people on the platform laughed when they heard this, thinking that the official's words were polite and contained some fun. Originally, in Jianghu affairs, with the court's hawks and dogs staring at them, these people on the platform felt a little angry, but when they heard what the official said, some people thought that this was indeed the case. If you learn good martial arts, you still have to sell it to the emperor's family...

It is certainly free and easy to be in the Jianghu, but it is also easy to become decadent. It is not as good as serving in the military, which can earn both fame and fortune. His Majesty the Emperor has always valued martial arts, and there will always be battles to fight in these years of peace, and there will always be military exploits to earn.

But after all, this was what a minority of people thought. Most of the Jianghu people who stood outside the platform and were aloof and unrestrained naturally scoffed at this court official. Someone said in a strange tone: "There are many heroes among the people, that is true, but they are not necessarily all heroes of our Great Qing Dynasty. Didn't there also be a few swordsmen from Dongyi City earlier? Does your lord also persuade them to join the army and become generals, and then fight back to Dongyi City?"

Fan Xian, who was listening upstairs, somewhat appreciated the Jiangnan Road official's skillful words, but when he suddenly heard this, he couldn't help laughing and cursing softly: "What a sharp tongue."

The Third Prince said hatefully beside him: "They are all troublemakers. What Teacher said is right, it's really boring, we shouldn't have come to watch at all."

But he only heard the official on the bluestone platform say calmly: "The way of literature and martial arts has no national boundaries. Scholars of our dynasty also participated in the imperial examinations in Great Qi in the past, and now they are also serving as ministers in the imperial court. The world knows that Mr. Si Gu Jian of Dongyi City is a master of his generation, and his disciples are naturally extraordinary. These few people coming to participate in the grand meeting is also a fortunate event for our Great Qing Dynasty. If the people of Dongyi City are willing to serve our Great Qing Dynasty, the imperial court will naturally not refuse."

He gave a self-deprecating smile, coughed twice, and then said: "Of course, our dynasty has been on good terms with Dongyi City for generations. The words of the gentleman who spoke earlier are impossible to happen."

The gloomy Jianghu person laughed loudly when he heard this: "There are indeed many vassal states in the world, but if there is really a war, the only ones who can match us are Great Qi and Dongyi. Your Excellency says that fighting Dongyi will not happen, does that mean we are going to fight Great Qi?"

Everyone was in an uproar. Some experienced people couldn't help but glare at that person, thinking that it was a clear saying to avoid fighting with officials, why did you have to argue? Everyone looked at the person who spoke in a gloomy tone, but felt that he was a bit unfamiliar, not like a famous figure who had been active in the Jiangnan martial arts world.

Fan Xian, who was listening silently upstairs, also felt a little strange, but couldn't explain where the strangeness lay.

The official of Jiangnan Road pondered for a while, then suddenly opened his mouth and said with a smile: "This gentleman is right, but in addition to our prosperous land in the Central Plains, the world is not peaceful. Let's say that the barbarians in the west have recently begun to stir again, have you heard about it?"

He threw out an unconfirmed rumor to quiet down the heroes in the field, and then smiled and said: "The imperial court and Great Qi only exchanged letters of credence last year, and the marriage matter will be completed. The friendship between the two countries will surely be permanent, how could there be a war again as the gentleman said?"

The Jianghu person who had been pressing hard with his words was slightly silent, and then opened his mouth and said: "As long as the Qing people think this way, that's good. Thank you, Your Excellency, for clearing up my doubts." After saying these words, he retreated into the crowd behind him.

These words revealed his identity. It turned out that he was a Qi person!

There was a slight commotion in the field. However, the martial arts convention had no restrictions. Since Dongyi City could send people to participate, Great Qi people could naturally also participate. No one could say anything.

Fan Xian upstairs frowned, stood up, and a clear light flashed in his eyes. He carefully searched the crowd downstairs, but his eyes were not fixed on the Qi person who was surrounded by the crowd and whispering. He didn't know what he was looking for.

The corner of the floor where he was located was relatively remote. There were some winter trees shading it, and there were bamboo curtains separating it, so the people downstairs did not notice him, and only regarded him as an ordinary diner watching the excitement.

The official in the field changed his expression slightly, and seemed to have not expected that the person who had asked the question earlier was actually a Qi person. After pausing for a moment, he said with a hint of coldness and contempt: "It is true that the three countries are on good terms, but this gentleman who has come from afar from the north... I didn't see you competing earlier. Now this official understands. It turns out that the friends from Great Qi all like the way of Confucianism, and are indeed a little lacking in confidence in this aspect."

As soon as these words came out, the Qing people and Dongyi people on the platform all laughed loudly. Although Great Qi and Southern Qing had only been established for a short time, they had inherited the stale and Confucian atmosphere of Northern Wei. The people of the country mostly followed the way of gentleness. In comparison, the martial spirit was indeed not strong. In the hearts of the world, there was an impression that they were weak.

Although Great Qi also had a great master, Ku He, who was obsessed with the practice of the Heavenly One Way and rarely walked in the world, and there was also a hero, Shang Shan Hu, who was stranded in the extreme north by the Great Qi imperial court. Now that he had been recalled to the capital, he was placed under house arrest in his mansion and was not taken seriously. Therefore, in the hearts of the Jianghu people, they did look down on the Great Qi people.

It should be known that Dongyi City was the place with the most ninth-rank masters in the world. Naturally, they had a natural confidence when it came to martial arts. Qing valued martial arts, and famous generals were like clouds. The Qin and Ye families had countless generals. There were two great masters among the martial arts experts, and there were also many ninth-rank powerhouses. Leaving aside the general Yan Xiaoyi, who could shoot a cloud with an arrow, just talking about the recently rising Little Fan, he was an example of a martial arts genius...

In the past two years, they did know that a girl named Haitang had come out of the north, but... that was a woman. Jianghu people were more sexist than ordinary people, and they increasingly despised the Great Qi people.

Therefore, when the official said these words, whether they were Qing boxers or Dongyi swordsmen, they all laughed loudly.

The Qi person's face turned dark, revealing a few traces of resentment.

Fan Xian upstairs showed a rather puzzling strange smile on his face, and he liked the fact that the Jiangnan Road official had not suppressed his anger. He narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly looked downstairs, as if he was looking for something.

Then, he gently patted the railing, his hand clenched on the wooden edge of the railing, with some force. It seemed that there were two more traces of excitement in his heart.

The Third Prince looked at him in confusion.

Fan Xian's gaze was directed towards the distant roadside under the large tree on the bluestone platform. There was an ordinary woman under the tree, carrying a flower basket and selling flowers. It was a cold season, and it was unknown where she had stolen the flowers in her basket.

This woman had been facing away from this side, and she also had a flower cloth scarf tied on her head, so it was impossible to see her face. But just when the official on the bluestone platform opened his mouth to humiliate Great Qi, she turned around and glanced at him lightly.

With this turn, her face fell into Fan Xian's eyes. If it wasn't Haitang, who else could it be?

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Haitang had arrived in Jiangnan. Fan Xian's brain began to spin quickly. That girl should clearly already know that she was the Qing Emperor's illegitimate son. Why did she still come to Jiangnan to look for herself as she said in her letter? Could it be that in this situation, she still dared to hand over the Heavenly One Way mental cultivation method to herself, to complete Great Qi's plan to raise a tiger?

But at this moment, there were too many things that Fan Xian needed to decide between lightning and flint. So, he took a deep breath, calmed his heart, and continued to search for Yun Zhilan's figure downstairs.

This was a sudden opportunity. It required great courage to make the decision to take action. Although Fan Xian's temperament was calm, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He didn't know if Shadow himself could seize this opportunity. At this time, he felt very sorry that Shadow's temperament was too strange. Otherwise, if he had let the people from the Sixth Division cooperate with him, perhaps the hope of success for this temporary plan today would be greater.

The woman selling flowers under that big tree had already walked towards the bluestone platform in a graceful manner. A faint and refreshing aura spread out from her body, and the Jianghu masters in the field immediately noticed the difference.

Subconsciously, everyone gave way to the flower-selling girl, as if they didn't dare to stand in front of her. But after this ordinary-looking flower-selling girl walked past, the heroes felt a little strange. Why did they have to give way to her?

In a moment, Haitang had calmly walked onto the large bluestone platform, and just stood naturally opposite the official, and said softly: "This sir, I am a Qi person. I am uneducated and don't know Confucian classics, but I still have some confidence in things like fighting."

The Jiangnan Road official narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the unremarkable woman in front of him, but did not say a word for a long time, as if he was intimidated by her spirit.

At this time, the cold wind on West Lake blew over. It did not blow the thick cotton-padded jacket on Haitang's body, but it blew the messy hair on her temples towards her face, making her look a bit funny. Today, no fairy emerged out of nowhere in Hangzhou City. Instead, there was an extra country girl who stood on the stage because her hometown was humiliated.

The Qi person who had been indignant but had been enduring it all along, showed a hesitant expression on his face after seeing her appear. After a moment, his eyes seemed to light up, and he was overjoyed. He pushed through the crowd and bowed down below the bluestone platform: "Miss Haitang! Why did you come?"

The Jianghu people surrounding Lou Wai Lou were all shocked, and the way they looked at the ordinary woman on the platform began to become vigilant and fearful.

Haitang? Great Qi Haitang!

The closed-door disciple of Grandmaster Ku He, the ninth-rank superior powerhouse who had no rivals in the north, the legendary Sky Vein person. It was impossible for a grandmaster to appear out of nowhere by West Lake. Who could be her opponent?

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While Haitang was posing and stealing the spotlight, Fan Xian unfortunately didn't have the extra energy to look at her. From the beginning, he hadn't looked at her, but only frowned slightly and carefully checked the movements of everyone downstairs. After a moment, he finally noticed a place.

By the lake, under the dam, a small boat, a fisherman wearing a bamboo hat, holding a fishing rod in his hand.

Fan Xian placed his palms on the blue railing, and stared at the fisherman with his eyes unblinking. He found that just when Haitang appeared, the fishing rod in the fisherman's hand drooped slightly.

There was no fish on the fishing line. It was just that the fisherman valued Haitang's cultivation, wanting to hide himself more deeply, and made a subconscious psychological reaction.

This small change fell into Fan Xian's eyes. He reached out and took the blue and white porcelain plate in the Third Prince's hand.

The Third Prince was greatly surprised and said: "I haven't..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fan Xian had already thrown the blue and white porcelain plate downstairs with force!

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There was a crisp sound, and the porcelain plate shattered into countless pieces, clattering non-stop. At this time, the noise outside the building was especially obvious because of the quietness due to Haitang's appearance.

Some people looked up at the building, wondering which unworldly guy was so frightened by the name of the Saintess of Great Qi that he dropped the plate downstairs. However, these people did not see Fan Xian's appearance because of the separation of the big trees and bamboo curtains.

Some people were still nervously watching the scene, wondering what Haitang would do next.

Only the fisherman on the lake and Fan Xian upstairs had no visual obstruction between them. And the fisherman obviously heard that the plate was thrown out with force instead of being dropped, so he was a little surprised and glanced sideways.

With just one glance, he could no longer take it back, because Fan Xian's gaze was coldly looking back, staring at him to death.

Yun Zhilan, disguised as a fisherman, felt as if a fire was burning in his heart when he looked at the calm young man upstairs. Fan Xian! You are actually here too!

Yun Zhilan slowly retracted his fishing rod, but his gaze was still like two dazzling famous swords, shooting towards the upstairs.

Across the distance of dozens of feet, the two people upstairs and in the boat seemed to have forgotten everyone inside and outside the building, forgotten that Haitang was going crazy at this time, and were just looking at each other.

For a long time, the eyes of the two people had not separated. There was no probing in their eyes, only naked coldness. Because of past grievances and the aftermath of the Jiangnan Ming family's affairs, it was absolutely impossible for the two people to appreciate each other.

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Yun Zhilan's fishing rod was half retracted.

Strangely, a dagger with a dull blade appeared on the edge of the fishing line next to the boat. It seemed to be rising silently with the movement of his retrieving the line. Finally, the soul-snatching dagger gradually emerged from the water.

At this time, most of Yun Zhilan's mind was on Fan Xian in the building, and the other half was on Haitang in the field. Although he was Si Gu Jian's first disciple, he also knew that both Haitang and Fan Xian were the most unfathomable figures in the younger generation. Moreover, legend had it that these two people were extremely congenial. At this time, they suddenly appeared in Hangzhou City at the same time, next to this small boat. What exactly did they want to do?

A black light flashed across, sinister and deadly!

The fisherman on the boat groaned, his body soaring into the air with a terrifying blood arrow!

The awning on the small boat was like being pulled by countless forces at the same time, and shattered into countless pieces in an instant, spurting out. The water splashed, and a figure in black emerged from the West Lake, chasing after Yun Zhilan's ethereal escape direction!

After two sounds of breaking through the air, there was no one on the shore. Only a lake of awning fragments was left, rising and falling with the waves. Among the fragments, a common Jiangnan bamboo hat was floating, as if protesting to Fan Xian in the building.