The beginning was born in Qing Yu Nian

Chapter 13
The car behind turned into the car in front, Fan Xian walked in front, Fan You followed behind, led by the old eunuch.

Fan Da knew the location of Fan Mansion, and found something unusual after seeing the road pointed by the old eunuch.

Fan Da: "Young master, there is something wrong with this old man. The road he pointed to is not the road to Fan's mansion. Do you want us to?"

"No, if someone in Kyoto really wants to attack us, they won't shoot such a person."

The word eunuch, no matter in the past dynasties, will be related to two other words-emperor!
Judging by the age of that eunuch, it is definitely not an ordinary eunuch, at least he must have stayed in the palace for decades. Such a eunuch can still be commanded by others, and only the royal family can do it.

Fan You guessed that Emperor Qing was the father of their brothers and wanted to see them.

After all, it is his own child, who has been freed for so many years, and now he is back as a father, so he must see him.

The carriage walked slowly for a while, and came to a temple.

The old eunuch: "You two gentlemen, please wait a moment. I'm a little anxious next time, and I hope you two young masters will forgive me."

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether Fan You and Fan Xian agreed or not, they ran away without a trace.

Fan Da watched the old eunuch leave.

"Young master, look."

"No, let's go in and have a look."

Among this group of people, only Fan You and Fan Da were rank nine. When they walked all the way, they felt a lot of killing intent, which is the killing intent that only those who have been fighting all the year round will have.

It was obvious that they had been led into a trap.

After Fan Da felt it, he didn't react at all. He knew that he could sense it, and Fan You could too. But since Fan You didn't say anything, the servant just listened obediently.

After a while, Fan Xian's voice came from the front.

"Eh? Where's this guy?!"

Fan You tidied up his clothes and got out of the carriage.

"Fan Xian, don't look at it, we were sent here on purpose, and we are free if we are idle, Fan Da went to look around."

The carriage stopped aside, and after getting off, Fan Xian began to wander around.

Walking and walking, I came to a gate, and there was a plaque above the gate, which said Qing Temple.

Fan Xian also saw this plaque, but it was the first time he saw it in the Qing Temple.

"Qing Temple?"

Out of curiosity, Fan Xian wanted to go up and knock on the door, faster than Fan Da.

At that time, Fan Xian walked to the door, tapped twice, and the door opened.

The two wooden doors opened slowly, revealing the person behind the door, a middle-aged man with two mustaches.

At this time, Fan Da happened to walk over, seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man, Fan Da's heart tightened suddenly!
Fan Xian looked at Mustache, and then behind him.

"Eh? What kind of temple is this?"

Mustache glanced coldly: "Get out,"

Fan Xian was not happy when he heard this. Since it is a temple, it should be for people to visit. Why not let them in?

Backhand gave Mustache a smiling face, and he stretched his feet to walk in.

Seeing Fan Xian's lack of interest, Mustache secretly frowned.

Gently pushed towards Fan Xian with a palm, wanting to teach Fan Xian a lesson.

It's just that Fan Xian's kung fu is not weak, this palm was slapped away by Fan Xian, and then the two palmed each other.

With just one palm, Fan Xian was defeated.

"boom!"

Fan Xian and Mustache retreated at the same time, but Mustache only took two or three steps back, while Fan Xian flew backwards.

Seeing this, Fan Da jumped to catch Fan Xian, and at the same time helped Fan Xian take off Mustache's palm.

Fan Da: "Master, this is a rank nine, you are no match, I will come!"

After Fan Da finished speaking, he rushed forward. Fan Xian wanted to stop him, but blood spurted out as soon as he opened his mouth.

The opponent was at the ninth rank, and when they struck out, both of them shot with all their strength and didn't hold back. Fan Xian was able to repel the opponent only because of his special energy. Otherwise, if it was another eighth rank, this palm would take at least a few days to cultivate.

When Xiao Huzi saw Fan Da rushing up, he frowned and greeted him. They were both rank nine, and he could tell the opponent's skill at a glance.

As soon as the two fought against each other, Mustache suffered a big loss!
Fan Da's Dali Vajra Finger is extremely accomplished, no worse than Fan You, and he is born with great strength, ordinary people who are at the eighth rank and those who have just entered the ninth rank will fight him, and if they are not careful, they will be beaten to pieces.

And that's the case with Mustache, he just slapped Fan Da, and he flew back upside down.

"Boom!"

After falling to the ground, he retreated seven steps in a row, and the stone bricks under his feet were crushed, and he finally stood firm.

At this time, Fan Da had a clear view of the situation behind the door. Not far behind Mustache, a group of guards with knives stood there.

However, the mustache injury did not seem to affect them.

Mustache has a rosy complexion, which is obviously a sign of surging blood.

Fan Da: "Your skills are good, but it's a pity that you underestimated me. I am stronger than you in terms of natural power and palm skills. This palm is the price you paid for your attack on our young master."

"After going back, take a good rest and don't do anything for a few days, otherwise it will be bad if you leave some hidden wounds."

Fan Da's two words made Xiao Huzi completely unbearable.

What is Fan Da wearing?Bunting, the typical servant dress of this era, on the other hand, the moustache and the long sleeves of the robe are all made of good material.

"Whose servant are you? And him, whose son? There are noble people praying in the temple today! Get out immediately! Otherwise, you will be killed!"

After hearing this, Fan Da hesitated. This mustache's martial arts are not bad, and he should be a rare master in the capital. Such a person would not use such an excuse to fool them.

Fan Da took two steps back and left the temple. Fan You was no longer there, he didn't dare to make decisions easily.

At this time, Fan You walked over.

"Fan Xian, do you know what it means to be on the ninth grade? This palm, remember it, if you have a chance, hit it back."

Fan Xian, who was recovering from his injuries, was much happier when he heard his brother's voice.

"Brother! Hurry up and heal me. I just fought against a mustache, and I was beaten like this with just one palm."

Fan You glanced at the blood on Fan Xian's hand and shook his head.

"Your own injury, take care of yourself, don't expect me to help you."

Fan You's Jiuyang Zhenqi has already achieved great success. Not only can he heal himself at an amazing speed, but he can also help others to heal their injuries, especially in terms of internal injuries. The healing effect of Jiuyang Zhenqi is comparable to that of a magic medicine.

In the past, when Fan Xian was injured, it was Fan You who helped him heal.

The door of the Qing Temple was closed, but after a while, it opened again

Mustache, who had been injured by Fan Da before, came out, and at this moment, the surge of blood had disappeared.

Mustache: "You guys can enter, but only in the side hall, not within five steps of the main hall!"

Fan Xian was injured by Mustache just now, and he is still holding grudges.

"Then what if I don't go in?"

Mustache said with a cold face: "If you want to go in, go in, if you don't go in, go!"

Xiao Huzi had just lost to Fan Da, a servant, and now he couldn't hold back his face. Fan Xian was not a magnanimous person, he was injured by the opponent, and there was resentment in his heart.

In addition, now that Fan Xian still has two ninth grades, Fan You and Fan Da, by his side, it is inevitable that he is a little arrogant.

"Hey"

Fan You: "Ah Da, you wait at the door, Fan Xian will follow me in."

In this time and space, all temples worship temples, there are no specific statues, only some portraits left by the predecessors.

Fan You led Fan Xian towards the gate. When passing by Mustache, Fan You glanced at Mustache and then at Mustache's arm.

"brush!"

Fan You made a sudden move and put one hand on the shoulder of Mustache.

"you!"

Mustache was held down by Fan You's hand, and he wanted to break free, but when he was about to circulate his zhenqi, he only felt a powerful and fiery zhenqi pouring into his body from his shoulder.

This powerful zhenqi extended along the tendons of the arm to the bones, and the mustache obviously felt that his injury was getting better.

"This"

From the looks of it to outsiders, Fan You just put his arm on the shoulder of the mustache, but in fact Shan Fanyou was circulating the nine yang zhenqi in his body to help the mustache heal.

In the blink of an eye, the tendons of Mustache's arm were injured by Fan Dazhen, and even the bones were in pain, but under Fan You's Nine Yang True Qi, he had recovered to a minimum.

Under Mustache's shocked expression, Fan You left.

Fan Xian looked at the mustache and smiled.

"Brother, your Nine Suns Divine Art is really powerful, why don't you teach me? You see, it's not a solution for me to always get hurt when I cultivate my domineering true energy."

Fan You: "This is already your No.90 telling me seven times that you want my Nine Suns Magic Art, but I also told you, it's impossible."

"The domineering zhenqi in your body is no worse than my Nine Suns Divine Art, and they are both extremely Yang and strong martial arts. It's just that your strength is more than enough, and it explodes above my Nine Suns Divine Art, but your realm is too low, not only It can't last long, and the true energy in the body is not strong enough."

"You get hurt because you haven't mastered and honed your body enough."

"In the early years, I gave you a medicine bath, but you didn't even after you died. What kind of medicine smelled all over your body, heh! Now you know that you are easy to get hurt? It's too late!"

In the early years when he was practicing the Nine Suns Divine Art, Fan You used some of the money he earned from practicing medicine to buy some medicines for medicinal baths. At that time, he prepared two copies and wanted Fan Xian to come with him.

But because Fan Xian disliked the smell of the medicine, he was unwilling to live or die. Fan You, who was so angry at this matter, beat Fan Xian so much that he didn't get out of bed for several days.

Fan Xian pouted~
After entering the Qing Temple, it was not a small courtyard as they had imagined, but a large courtyard. A group of guards with knives stood in front of the main courtyard in the middle, seemingly defending.

Fan You glanced at these guards, and found that the worst ones were also lower than the seventh rank, most of them were middle and upper seventh rank masters, and ten of them were eighth rank masters, so they should be the team leader.

After just a glance, Fan You stopped looking. He didn't want to meet his father too early, or he would be in trouble if he was targeted!

Fan Xian: "Brother, I'll go ahead and have a look, see you at the door later."

Fan Xian looked around and found that there was a yard next to it. Driven by curiosity, Fan Xian decided to take a look.

Take a look at what this so-called temple is.

Walk into the side hall along the path.

After entering, Fan Xian was disappointed. Apart from a mural, there was only a table with some tributes on it.

　There will be fewer updates starting today. During this period of time, there are many exams. After the exam, it is normal. Basically, there are three chapters and nine thousand words a day.
　　
　
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