In the blink of an eye, the fifteen-day break in the Yanwu Academy came to an end, and no more murders occurred, which made everyone who knew about it breathe a sigh of relief. From the first murder case to the last one, seven people died. According to inference, the only ones who saw Fang Henshui at that time were Ma Lilian and Zong Xuzhi, the son of Zong Lei, the regular servant of Sanqi. As long as he killed these two people again, no one would recognize him even if he walked blatantly on the streets of Chang'an City.
The Ouchi Guards Department has placed people around these two people to guard them at all times. But during the fifteen days when it was easiest to take action, Fang Henshui did not take action. The people in the Ouchi Guards Department were thankful but also a little confused. What on earth is this guy going to do? If he killed people and silenced them so that he could appear unscrupulously in broad daylight as soon as possible, then why did he suddenly stop when there were only two people left?
Luo Weiran has been busy with the military dispatch ceremony these days, and the murder case was left to the deputy commander Meng Wudi. His Majesty the Emperor has decided to send the second group of troops to the northwest in early February, but the person who will lead the troops this time has not yet been decided. However, from His Majesty's frequent summons to General Zuo Wuwei Yu Manlou in the past few days, it is not difficult to see that the matter of leading the troops to the expedition will most likely fall on him.
Fang Jie knew the news because the young eunuch Mu San found a way to tell him. Mu San followed Su Buwei in the imperial study to serve the emperor's food and daily life. Although he only did small things such as serving tea and water and making beds and folding quilts, he always knew more and earlier about the things in the imperial study than others.
Early in the morning on the 16th day of the first lunar month, Fang Jie returned to the Yanwu Academy in a carriage. The shop was left to Shen Qingshan to take care of, and she now looked more and more like an ordinary landlady. Fang Jie likes the change of Shen Qingshan. In the past, Shen Qingshan was sometimes charming and sometimes cold and arrogant. He was like a madman and it was hard to figure out.
¡°I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because she became more calm after being promoted to the ninth level, or because she changed after getting along with Fang Jie.
In the past two days, Zhang Kuang has appeared in front of Fang Jie more and more often, always talking about irrelevant topics. But how could Fang Jie not hear it? Zhang Kuang would always bring the topic to Prince Yi Yang Yin, intentionally or unintentionally. Fang Jie wasn't sure what Zhang Kuang's purpose was, but Zhang Kuang's changes still made him alert.
Fang Jie met Luo Weiran once and knew about the troop dispatching ceremony in early February. At that time, His Majesty will personally send the army out of the city, and all the civil and military officials and nobles of the court will accompany them. Hong Xiuzhao and several other singing and dancing companies have been notified by the government that they will perform a dance in the square outside Tai Chi Palace that day to see off the army.
Fang Jie has been waiting for this day.
But there was no news from Wu Yiyi. Fang Jie paid special attention to it. Wu Yiyi seemed to have been staying behind closed doors during these days. Except for going into the palace to report to the emperor and staying for an hour in the East Nuan Pavilion of Taiji Palace, he almost never came out. Contact with anyone. Of course, Mu San found a way to spread the news about his entry into the palace. The relationship between him and Fang Jie was bettered in a special way so that no other person would know about it.
That way is a little disgusting.
Mu San would write the news on a piece of paper and hide it in the incense exchanger's carriage. It wouldn't be difficult for Fang Jie to hide the fact that others were approaching Chang Xiangsi's carriage, and Chang Xiangsi had a nice name, but he was actually emptying toilets. Early every morning, the eunuchs who change the incense department will collect the toilets from each palace, pour them into the large wooden bucket of the carriage, and then take them to a specific place outside Chang'an City to dump them. These carriages would pass by East 23rd Street every morning, and Fang Jie had already observed them.
Wu Daodao's side was very calm, and Fang Henshui's side was also very calm. After the New Year, it seemed that everything should be calm, but Fang Jie knew that this might be just a moment of peace before the storm. Especially Wu Yiyi, the emperor didn't seem to show his intention to ask Wu Yiyi to hand over the goods to the world, but the adults must have been unable to sit still. Wu Yiyi closed the door and did not see guests. This was an attitude.
When the patience of those adults runs out, I'm afraid the storm will come as scheduled.
How Wu Yiyi withstood the joint attack of so many big shots, Fang Jie didn't know. Regardless of whether the emperor would forcibly take Huotongtianxiaxing back to the court, those big shots would never let Wu Yiyi go. Because Wu Yiyi exposed them, and Wu Yiyi seemed to be out of their control.
It seems that only when Wu Yiyi dies will their secrets disappear.
But will Wu Yiyi accept his fate?
Fang Jie only has one Shen Qingshan beside him, so he feels more and more that his strength is weak. If you want to find the right helper at this time, how can you find it just by looking for it? However, Fang Jie didn't seem to be in a hurry, because he knew who he should go to ask for someone.
On the first day of the Martial Arts Academy, the professors hardly gave any lectures. Instead, they asked the students to calm down. They only had the students practice archery and have fun competitions on the school field. No one will take the initiative to challenge Fang Jie, heAfter he shot the arrows from an arrow pot empty, he left the school grounds and went to the library to look for books. Fang Jie was very interested in the book "Fang Jie of Wanjiantang Sword Record" that Xie Fuyao read last time. He was even more interested in how such a giant in the world could decline just by saying it declined.
There is no doubt that Wan Xingchen was the top being in the martial arts world at that time. After him, no one could be willingly promoted as the leader of the alliance by all the sects in the world. But there are too few legends about this man, and even his final fate is unknown. Some people say that he was killed by a killer sent by the previous government, but this is not recognized. With Wan Xingchen's cultivation, unless he doesn't want to live anymore, who can kill him? People are more willing to believe that Wan Xingchen died of old age.
And Wanjiantang is so glorious, why are the things left behind compiled by others?
??For example, this "Wanjiantang Sword Record" was written by an unknown Jianghu guest. This person seemed to have fought against the disciples of Wanjiantang more than once. He compiled the sword skills he had memorized, but there was no doubt that these were just the beginning of Wan Jian Tang's sword skills.
Fang Jie is not as interested in swordsmanship as he is in Wan Jiantang and Wan Xingchen.
Of course, he also hopes that he can learn something from Wanjiantang's swordsmanship. After all, he knows too little now, and only has the old cripple's sword at his side. These days, he has been either sparring with Xie Fuyao or reading in the library, just trying to figure out a sword technique that suits him.
After all, he now has morning dew.
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There are not many people reading in the library. Those who are descendants of aristocratic families and practitioners who have rich family gifts will come to the library to take a look unless they are bored. As for students with military backgrounds, it is not easy for them to calm down enough to read.
When Fang Jie walked into the library, he naturally placed a bag of peanuts on the table by the door. The professor who was so old that his hair and beard were gray and his face was full of wrinkles would smile and nod to him. This old man seemed not to be called a professor, but more like a handyman.
He cleans the library every day and writes down the books borrowed by students.
????????????????????????????????????????????????? Even if he is not eighty, he is still seventy-five. But his teeth are very good. When Fang Jie came here several times before, he found that he was eating peanuts, so when Fang Jie came again, he would buy a pack from the canteen and give it to him. Every time he sees this old man, Fang Jie reminds him of his grandfather in his previous life, who was also so senile but refused to accept old age. In summer evenings, his grandfather always liked to sit at the door, drink half a bottle of beer and eat a few peanuts.
The reason why he only ate a few was because his grandfather no longer had many teeth. It is not easy to get rid of the peanuts that are put into your mouth.
Fang Jie smiled at the old man, then walked directly to the window on one side, sat cross-legged on the floor, and pulled out the half-read Wanjiantang Jianlu from the bookshelf.
Fang Jie discovered that the swordsmanship written down in this book were all fierce and fierce methods of opening and closing. It would not be difficult to evolve the swordsmanship with slight changes. But these sword skills are not complete and are intermittent. The charlatan who originally wrote this book seems not to remember it very clearly.
Fang Jie watched for a while, closed his eyes and imagined in his mind what it would be like to use these sword skills. Then replace the sword in the hands of the martial arts villain in your mind with a straight sword, and then display those sword skills. After meditating like this for a period of time, Fang Jie can always find a sword technique suitable for Chao Lu.
The library was very quiet, with few people reading. Fang Jie didn't seem to notice that next to another bookshelf about five meters away from him, Ma Lilian was also sitting there, flipping through books. She looked up at Fang Jie from time to time. Fang Jie couldn't see her, and she didn't seem too disappointed.
And what she was holding in her hand was a military book written by Li Xiao, the great general during the reign of Emperor Taizong.
The standard horizontal knife commonly used in the Sui Dynasty is a pure straight knife without any curvature. This is different from the waist knife that Fang Jie saw in TV dramas before, and is somewhat similar to the Japanese sword in his previous life. But Fang Jie knew that the Japanese knives also imitated the Tang straight knives and improved them. The biggest difference between the Sui Dynasty's straight swords and long swords in this world is that long swords are edged on both sides, while straight swords are edged on one side, and straight swords are heavier and thicker. Many people feel that a sword is just a decoration. If you want to kill people, it is more domineering and refreshing to use a sword.
The Chaolu sword is made in the shape of a standard horizontal sword, which is slightly longer than the standard horizontal sword. It has reached the limit of the length of the knife. If it were longer, it would be very laborious to pull it out whether it is carried on the waist or tied behind the back. The Chaolu sword has no scabbard. Perhaps the person who built this sword thought of this from the beginning. With such a long blade, it is not flexible to draw the sword or put it into the sheath.
Or maybe, the person who created the morning dew didn¡¯t want the scabbard to block the edge of the morning dew.
Fang Jie kept seeing the sun setting in the west, so he got up and moved his body. He put a piece of dead leaf he picked up on the way to the library some time ago and placed it on the page of the book he just saw. This little gesture intrigued the old man who was looking after the library.
"Why don't you just fold the corner of the book?"
He walked to Fang Jie tremblingly and asked.
Fang Jie smiled and said, "I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. If I fold the corner of the book, I won't be able to sleep."
This was naturally just a joke, but the old man nodded and said seriously: "Only those who love books can find what they want from books. Young man, have you found it?"
Fang Jie smiled and shook his head: "I didn't find it, but I'm not in a hurry."
The old man hummed, turned back, and ended the conversation abruptly, which made Fang Jie a little uncomfortable. But old people are like children, and the older they get, the more they do, so Fang Jie didn't care.
Just when he turned around to leave the library, he suddenly frowned. Immediately afterwards, a familiar and long-lost sharp pain suddenly appeared in his lower abdomen. That kind of cramping pain was simply unbearable. Fang Jie's body tilted, and he reached out to support the bookshelf, but it still didn't stop him from falling.
With a bang, his head hit the floor hard.
The pain came like a landslide and tsunami, and Fang Jie, who was unprepared, was quickly knocked down. In an instant, his hospital uniform was soaked with sweat. His limbs curled up together involuntarily, and his body shrank into a ball. All the muscles in his body began to tighten and harden, as hard as rock.
He vaguely heard Ma Lilian¡¯s exclamation, and vaguely saw someone running towards him.