Following Fan Xian's nature, after a fight, he would naturally want to go back to his own home and find his own mother. However, he never expected Fan Ruoruo to glare at him. It seemed his younger sister thought he had struck too hard, so he could only shake his head with a wry smile, watching his sister take out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from Ye Ling'er's nose.

"That little nose of Ye Ling'er's is quite pretty, it's just a pity that she looks like a snotty little kid right now."

"Ye Chong's family is named Ye, and Mom's family is also named Ye. Was that the reason they always looked at each other with displeasure? Now, I also look at Ye Ling'er with displeasure. It seems to be a family tradition."

In fact, Fan Xian was a very steady person, but the scene was awkward, and it was not convenient to leave for a while, so he could only think about these random things to cover up his emotions.

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After a long while, the sobbing Ye Ling'er finally calmed down under Fan Ruoruo's comfort, and looking at Fan Xian's eyes, there was both hatred and awe. She was, after all, a woman of the Ye family. Since her skills were inferior, she would not entangle further. She struggled to give Fan Xian a salute, indicating her defeat.

Seeing the other party being so magnanimous, Fan Xian was a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and casually asked, "What palm technique did you use just now?"

"Great Coffin Splitter." Ye Ling'er sniffed and raised her face stubbornly and replied, "I admit defeat, but this is only because I am not skilled enough, and it has nothing to do with my Ye family's inherited martial arts."

At this time, Fan Xian finally felt that this girl had a hint of cuteness, and said with a smile, "Great Coffin Splitter is a good name. It seems to be a simplified version of Flowing Cloud Scattered Hands. It is not easy for a girl to have such martial arts cultivation."

It's like everyone lifting a sedan chair. If someone lifts it in front, someone has to lift it in the back as well. So Ye Ling'er covered her nose which was oozing blood, and hummed twice, asking, "What moves did you use?"

The Ye family is full of martial arts fanatics. Ye Ling'er was not in a hurry to get back at him, but was eager to know what kind of strange and unimaginable means the other party used. People in Qing Yu Nian liked martial arts, but no one had ever been like Fan Xian, relying only on his own true qi, speed, and judgment, arriving later but striking first, relying on his understanding of the human body structure, attacking parts that the enemy never cared about, thereby gaining accumulated victories. Ye Ling'er had indeed never seen this kind of technique, but her great-uncle had.

Fan Xian was stunned, thinking that his set of black fist techniques didn't seem like any moves at all. He moved his mind slightly, "They are just some small tricks, Miss Ye, please go treat your wounds quickly."

These techniques were the killing skills taught by Wu Zhu, the art of recognizing people taught by Fei Jie, coupled with the experience gained from the first use in Niu Lan Street, a mixture of techniques. Fan Xian named these "small tricks", which was indeed a fitting name.

Later, Fan Xian's small tricks also became famous in Kyoto, becoming a kind of subject that could be included in martial arts textbooks, which Fan Xian could not have imagined at this time. Otherwise, he would definitely have taken a more romantic name such as "Danzhou Plum Blossom Breaking Hand" or "South-Pointing Six Yang Palm".

But today, the small tricks always won against the Great Coffin Splitter.

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Although this kind of "martial arts sparring" in Kyoto mostly takes place in the residence, it is not a new thing after all, so the Fan and Ye families did not react much. The defeated Ye Ling'er left dejectedly, but before leaving, she insisted on handing her scimitar to Fan Xian, saying it was the prize for admitting defeat in the competition.

Sitting in the carriage, Fan Xian smiled wryly as he played with the prize in his hand, thinking that he had fought with a little girl for no reason, and might even offend the Ye family. Fan Ruoruo seemed to guess what he was thinking, and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, the Ye family's disciples love martial arts, everyone in the world knows that, otherwise, it would not have produced a Grandmaster. Lord Ye Zhong is very upright and will not be angry because of such a small matter."

Fan Xian sighed and said, "It's not entirely because of this matter that I'm troubled, I just feel it's quite absurd."

Fan Ruoruo chuckled and asked, "It was really surprising that brother refused to duel with her earlier."

"Surprising? Are you worried that people in Kyoto will think I'm timid? You said earlier that she is only a seventh-rank expert, and I am a strange scholar who has killed even an eighth-rank expert. Even if I don't fight her, would people in Kyoto think I'm afraid of her?" Fan Xian said with a smile, "Although swords are indeed more powerful than words, if words are enough to humiliate and打击 the opponent, why bother with swords?"

After saying this, he suddenly slapped his thigh and said annoyed, "Well, we've already had a fight, it's useless to say this now."

Fan Ruoruo giggled.

Fan Xian asked curiously, "Why does Miss Ye always look at me with displeasure?"

"Sister doesn't know." Fan Ruoruo thought for a while and replied, "Probably at first, she felt that it was extremely difficult for her sister to marry you. Although this problem no longer exists, we tricked her once again, which is equivalent to borrowing her help to let you see your sister-in-law. She can't swallow this breath."

Fan Xian said with a wry smile, "I knew it, there are no secrets between best friends."

"The key is Master Fei's student." Fan Ruoruo continued to explain, "Brother used this name last time. Now it seems that many people know that our family has a good relationship with Director Chen of the Overwatch Council. Maybe this matter has revealed the secret."

Fan Xian's heart trembled, thinking, wouldn't others guess something from this matter? But on second thought, the Ye family was a matter of many years ago. In Kyoto for several months, based on what he has seen, it seems that the people of Kyoto have long forgotten what happened back then.

At this time, Fan Ruoruo handed him a piece of paper. He took it and looked at it carefully, then crumpled it into a small ball and threw it out of the car window. The paper contained a few words written by Wan'er. The main purpose of coming to the other residence today was to discuss with his fiancée what gifts he should bring when he went to see his father-in-law. Although Lin Wan'er had not lived with the prime minister since she was a child, she was still a father and daughter after all, and she would be much clearer than himself, an outsider.

The next day, the sky was slightly dark, and dark clouds approached the city, slightly reducing the scorching sun, but making Kyoto feel even more like a steamer.

Wiping his sweat, Fan Xian squatted on the street along the oleander road, carefully picking through the goods on the stall. Oleander Road was the distribution center for antiques and playthings in Kyoto. People who were interested in these things liked to come to this street to find treasures whenever the weather was good. Fan Xian learned the manner of the experts, with one foot on the curb and one foot on the edge of the stall's kraft paper, moving his fingers randomly on the stall. Half an hour had passed, but there was no final result.

The stall owner was getting a little anxious, but seeing that he was indeed a rich and noble person, he didn't dare to say much, so he could only smile and say, "This young master, what kind of goods do you want to see?"

"Snuff bottles." Fan Xian opened his mouth with some helplessness. Wan'er said that the Prime Minister's biggest hobby in recent years was playing with snuff bottles, so he was hoping to find a good one today. He didn't expect that he would have dazzled his eyes and still not see anything that caught his eye.

"Okay, you've come to the right place." The stall owner's eyes lit up and said, "I have blue and white glaze, jadeite, amber, whatever you want. Especially the jadeite is good, very good. Look at this one." He picked up a small upright bottle, the color of the bottle was green and moist, slightly yellow, "See? Boxwood green, although the age cannot be called long, but the quality of the material and workmanship is impeccable."

"Do you have emerald ones?" Fan Xian thought he had to pick the most expensive one. The stall owner said embarrassedly, "Emeralds are too precious. They are used to make snuff bottles, which are only available in the palace. Although it's not that strict now, it would be difficult to find an emerald snuff bottle on Oleander Road."

The stall owner was very nice and even pointed Fan Xian to a large store at the end of the street, saying that if he wanted to find an emerald snuff bottle, he could only go to that store.

Fan Xian thanked him, and put down a piece of broken silver to take a piece of fake broken porcelain before getting up and leaving. Wang Qinian watched from the side, a smile floating on his face, thinking that this Lord was extremely gentle to peddlers and hawkers, and the key was that he was meticulous.

Entering the large store, a gust of fresh air rushed towards him. Looking closely, it was a string-drawn folding fan that was constantly shaking. Fan Xian praised it greatly, not in a hurry to ask about snuff bottles, but first grabbed the shopkeeper to ask clearly who sold this fan. After asking, he found out that it was a new product that came out last year. The shopkeeper had some friendship with that merchant, so he put it in the lobby as a live advertisement.

After clarifying the address of the merchant, Fan Xian began to inquire about snuff bottles. The shopkeeper looked Fan Xian up and down, confirming the depth of the other party's purse from his clothing, and then entered the back room to carefully hold out a box and put it on the table and opened it. The box was covered with broken red brocade, and extremely soft materials supported various materials of snuff bottles to prevent them from being broken. The boss didn't say much, and asked very simply, "Do you want a good one, or the best one?"

Fan Xian liked this feeling and said with a smile, "Of course, the best one."

Hearing this, the boss actually closed the box, groped around his waist for a long time, and took out a light blue jadeite small pot. The material was green and moist, without a trace of flocculent existence. It was really excellent material. Inside, a lone fisherman sitting by the cold river was painted in reverse. Not only was the artistic conception excellent, but the brushstrokes at the end were also delicate and smooth. The craftsmanship was extremely rare.

"Name a price." Fan Xian took it and played with it in his palm, feeling a piece of warmth in his palm, the feel was very good, a little itchy, a little slippery, a little moist.

"Two thousand taels of silver." The boss was expressionless, seemingly very annoyed that someone came to buy things, appearing a little indifferent, which instead made Fan Xian interested. The goods were indeed good, the style of the old shop was indeed different.

He thought for a while, the silver he had saved in Danzhou plus all the filial piety from his sister were given to his younger brother to open a bookstore. Danbo Bookstore was doing great business now, but the silver in the back hand had not been brought back to his own body. Therefore, he later transferred two thousand taels of silver from the public through Teng Zijing. After deducting the four hundred taels spent on drinking flower wine on the flower boat, he had more than one thousand three hundred taels left after using it for various purposes recently, so he frowned and said, "Eight hundred taels."