The bitter taste filled his nostrils, and Xiao En slowly woke up, looking at him with a strange expression. With great difficulty, he said, "I believe Chen Pingping must be very disappointed in you. Kill me if you want, release me if you want. How can you achieve great things in the future with such wavering?"

Fan Xian said with a nonchalant expression, "Everyone thinks I will kill you, but I won't. What's wrong with wavering? As long as I get the information I want at the end of the story, I'm happy to be a wavering villain."

Despite what he said, he still slowly lowered his eyes, knowing that the other party was exploiting his curiosity. He knew that the other party held a secret that even the Northern Qi royal family and a Grand Master were interested in. If he killed him just like that, he would be somewhat unwilling.

The plan to kill Xiao En was unexpectedly ruined by a strange secret and a strange village girl. Fan Xian didn't feel frustrated at all. From a young age, he had learned to endure and accept the disharmony between plans and changes.

After a while, he suddenly said with a smile, "If I bring Zhuang Mohan to threaten you, will you reveal that secret?"

Xiao En slowly raised his head, a hint of shock appearing in his lifeless eyes. He didn't seem to expect that the young man in front of him knew that he and the literary giant Zhuang Mohan were brothers.

"Of course, a venomous snake like you, who only cares about your own life and death, probably wouldn't care about Zhuang Mohan, even though he has done a lot for you," Fan Xian continued, looking at him with that oppressive smile. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he said coldly, "So in the future, if I have the chance, I hope you can tell me this secret. Otherwise, if I figure out... the secrets of the Temple, I will personally kill Zhuang Mohan!"

The Temple? The Temple!

With two successive shocks, Xiao En let out a hoarse sound from his throat, raising his weak arm and pointing at Fan Xian, his eyes full of shock, as if wanting to know how the other party knew that the secret he was guarding was related to the Temple!

Fan Xian satisfied Xiao En's curiosity and said softly, "This deduction is based on my confidence in Chen Pingping. You said Chen Pingping doesn't even know what secret you're guarding, so it's simple. I believe in this whole world, the only thing Chen Pingping doesn't know is the matter of the Temple."

"Since you have such a big secret in your heart, I will protect you from being killed by Haitang," Fan Xian said with a hint of mockery, and couldn't help but think of that uncle covered in black cloth, thinking that as long as Uncle Wu Zhu's memory recovered in the future, going to the Temple would be like going home.

This was just his own mental activity, but he still couldn't kill Xiao En at this time. On the one hand, because Haitang was nearby, it would be difficult to use the ambush outside the town as an excuse again. On the other hand, because of his mother, Fan Xian really wanted to know where the Temple was, and that damned Uncle Wu Zhu never seemed to find his past.

After getting off the carriage, Fan Xian wearily put away the remaining half of the sleeping incense, arranged for the physicians in the delegation to get on the carriage to treat Xiao En's injuries. He closed his eyes for a long time, then summoned Gao Da, made a gesture, and after a while, heard two muffled thuds and a faint bloody smell from the carriage.

Fan Xian got back into the carriage and quietly said to Xiao En, whose face was full of venom, "Since you dared to escape, and I'm reluctant to kill you, I have no choice but to break both your legs as a price. I am not Chen Pingping. Your so-called secret is not like chili peppers in my food, indispensable. If you want to threaten me with suicide, please feel free."

"However, the closer you get to home, the more timid you become. I think you no longer have the courage to commit suicide at this time." After saying this, he smiled and got off the carriage.

Xiao En looked at the blood seeping from his broken legs, and a faint worry appeared in his eyes. He knew that this young Supervisor would definitely grow into a terrifying figure in the South in the future.

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He looked at the camp under the midday sun, thinking that the plan he had orchestrated was far from perfect, and that an absurd branch had grown out of it. Fortunately, taking advantage of Xiao En's shock, and with the help of the sleeping incense, he confirmed that the secret in the other party's heart was indeed related to the Temple. Otherwise, just forming an inextricable feud with the swordsman Haitang would make this plan seem too uneconomical.

In the distance, the black cavalry camp was constantly filled with the restless neighing of horses. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked over there, knowing that the poison he had spread on the meadow was starting to take effect. He waved and summoned a Tiger Guard, instructing him to pass the order to the black cavalry.

"It would be easy if there were mares. If that's not possible, then get some water and rinse them thoroughly."

The Tiger Guard obeyed the order and left. Fan Xian smiled slightly and turned to get on Si Lili's carriage. He collapsed weakly on the chair. Strangely, when facing this woman, even though he knew that she was one of the masterminds who wanted to kill him last year, he still felt incredibly relaxed. It seemed that the faint fragrance in the carriage, under the effect of habit, had become some kind of excellent medicine for calming the nerves.

Si Lili took off his clothes, which were covered in blood, and carefully wiped him with warm water. The towel slid over Fan Xian's naked and well-proportioned body, slightly warm and scalding.

"Have you met Haitang?" Fan Xian asked suddenly, with his eyes closed.

Si Lili frowned slightly, as if recalling her life in the Northern Qi palace.

"Ku He's female disciple."

Si Lili suddenly understood, "Are you talking about Duoduo?"

Fan Xian frowned, "I met her today." Then he told her what had happened today, and said with a frown, "I thought she would be a fairy-like figure, but who knew she would be like a village girl. Her expression when she speaks, the way she puts her hands on her hips, you can't tell she's an extremely strong master."

"Duoduo is not an ordinary person." Si Lili gave him a worried look, "She has been obsessed with martial arts since she was a child. As for poetry, calligraphy, and painting, she has no interest at all. Instead, she opened a vegetable garden in Grand Master Ku He's monastery, and spends every day planting vegetables and flowers in addition to practicing martial arts."

Fan Xian was slightly startled, thinking that this kind of behavior was quite similar to that Prince Jing, and guessed why that Haitang girl lived that kind of life. Ku He's martial arts practice followed the path of the unity of heaven and man, emphasizing being close to nature. Since Haitang had the talent for cultivation, she would naturally hide in the vegetable garden every day. It seemed that her village girl appearance was not deliberately acted out.

"Be careful, she is very powerful." Si Lili teased Fan Xian, dabbing the water stains on his body with a dry towel, and said, "I guess you almost didn't make it back today."

That was indeed the situation at the time, but Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and said with a strange smile, "Although my martial arts cultivation is not as good as hers, when we really fight... I think she will probably be more uncomfortable than me at this time."

Si Lili looked at him with a smile and said, "Once we enter the territory of Northern Qi, if Haitang comes to kill you, I won't speak up for you."

Fan Xian smiled and shook his head, "Once we enter the territory of Northern Qi, if she dares to kill me, I will take off my clothes and let her kill me completely. If she is not afraid of causing a war between the two countries."

He suddenly looked at Si Lili's soft body, thinking of that night on the flower boat, thinking of the medicine he had used that time. He couldn't help but think of that Haitang, who he didn't know where she was now. He seemed to be able to feel the short sword, which seemed to be integrated with the heavens and the earth, was still chilling around his neck.

He shivered. Si Lili thought he was cold and quickly put clothes on him.

Only Fan Xian knew that he was a little scared, scared of the sword in the hands of the woman named Haitang. If the seven Tiger Guards and the black cavalry hadn't arrived in time today, he might really have died at her hands. A peerless master above the ninth rank was indeed not something he could resist now. Yan Xiaoyi could shoot him off the city wall with an arrow. Although he had improved since then, he was still far from Haitang.

The matter itself was a bit strange. In the two battles this night and morning, Fan Xian showed courage far beyond what he could accept. He was a person who would rather use assassination than fight with force.

After a long time, Fan Xian sighed in his heart and asked the sky silently, "Damn Uncle Wu Zhu, didn't he follow me? Doesn't he know to tell me? Give me the box, give me the box!"

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In the reed marshes by the lake on the distant border line, a head suddenly emerged from the slightly cold shallow water. The lake water flowed down her hair. Haitang, the high disciple of a Grand Master, revered by the people of Northern Qi as the Celestial Vein, revealed her naked upper body, and a hint of anger appeared on her face.

She had been forcing the poison for half an hour, but she didn't expect that it hadn't been completely cleared. Her body was burning like a fire, and even the cold lake water couldn't remove a trace of the spring fever in her heart.

Haitang bit her lower lip tightly, and a slight charming groan escaped her nose. She finally understood what was going on, and her eyes were full of hatred. She cursed in a low voice, "Shameless Fan Xian!"

What Fan Xian used was not poison, but aphrodisiacs. Good aphrodisiacs would not cause any harm to the human body. Haitang's use of true qi to force the poison would only make the medicine run faster in her body. No wonder in this early spring cold lake, the girl was still thinking wildly, and her whole body was hot.

Haitang sighed softly, thinking of what that man named Fan Xian had said. He was an official, but after all, he was also a martial artist. As a master of the ninth rank, he would actually use such despicable means.

But she still had many questions. She had obviously held her breath when the poisonous smoke came out. Could it be that she had inadvertently inhaled some residual... medicine during the fight later? She suddenly picked up her right hand and carefully examined it with a frown. Only then did she discover a small burn mark between her thumb and index finger. This burn mark didn't hurt at all, so it must have been caused by the poison on the poison needle earlier.

Haitang had always considered herself extremely high and never paid attention to any toxins in the world, so she was able to pick it up with her hand at that time. But she didn't expect Fan Xian's method of poisoning to be so complicated. He first used the poison on the needle to burn a small opening, and then used the medicine mist to touch her body, entering through this small opening!

First use poison needles to burn the skin, then use aphrodisiacs to confuse the mind, and make the body weak. Heaven will send great wrath upon Fan Xian.