Wind came from the north, yet the people in the wind were heading north all the way. The carriage bypassed the Xiao Mountain Pass, quietly brushed past the no man's land between Yanjing and Cangzhou, and just as it was about to reach the North Sea, it snowed again at the end of February.

The place was bitterly cold, different from the surrounding wilderness. The carriage was covered with a thin layer of snow, like black bread sprinkled with crumbs, slowly traveling on the desolate road.

Wang Qinian, the coachman, wore a raincoat outside, barely blocking the snow. However, his eyelashes and the mustache on his lips were still frozen with snow, looking somewhat miserable. Yet, his eyes, which usually seemed muddy and listless, now appeared so clear and sharp in the wind and snow, slowly scanning both sides of the road, not missing any suspicious movements.

Wang Qinian was already very old, but such heavy wind and snow did not show any fatigue on him. This old fellow was as thin as a monkey, but his muscles felt like bones, full of strength and energy. Such a long journey did not make him feel the slightest discomfort. Fortunately, this formidable figure, one of the Surveillance Bureau's two wings, was able to disguise himself along the way, grease the wheels, forge documents, and break through countless checkpoints of the Southern Qing Dynasty, successfully bringing the carriage to a place not far from the border.

Back then, he was a notorious bandit roaming the north-central part of the continent. It was only too suitable for him to do these kinds of jobs. After the carriage passed through a mountain pass and crossed a small bridge over a snowy stream, Wang Qinian finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the carriage had crossed the border and entered the territory of Northern Qi. There was no longer anything that could endanger the life of the important person in the carriage. However, immediately afterward, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Wang Qinian's lips. He really didn't know what era this was, how the situation had developed into this state. Clearly, they were all Qing people, yet they had to step into enemy territory to feel truly safe.

Feeling the carriage bump beneath him, Fan Xian woke up leisurely in the carriage. His years of professional experience had made him clearly aware that the road the carriage was running on was somewhat different from the roads he had struggled to escape on these days. Although his internal *zhenqi* was completely gone at this time, his body's 36,000 pores and the subtle sensations of his skin had not disappeared.

He gathered the thick sheepskin cloak around him, coughed softly twice, and lifted a corner of the carriage window to look outside. He saw that the carriage was traveling on a somewhat familiar wooden bridge, and across from it was a similar scenery, but the atmosphere was definitely different. It was winter, so even the most familiar scenery would probably have differences. However, Fan Xian still accurately distinguished that the carriage was crossing the Wudu River from the direction of the stream and the terrain of the small hills on both sides.

Back then, he was sent as an envoy to Northern Qi with the name of a young poetry immortal, and Xiao En had arrived here as well. It was also here that he first saw Haitang Duoduo. How could he forget?

Fan Xian's face was very pale, without a trace of blood. Even his thin lips looked somewhat dim. The injuries in his body had not shown any signs of improvement. The meridians crushed by the Emperor's finger were still riddled with holes. Without the protection of *zhenqi*, the continuous travel and fatigue in recent days, as well as the severe cold outside the carriage, finally made him fall ill again.

The thick sheepskin wrapped his body, leaving only his head exposed. There was a small heater in the carriage, but it seemed to have no heat at all. Fan Xian squinted his eyes, staring blankly at the land of Northern Qi on the other side of the bridge, gently exhaling a breath of hot air, and fell into deep thought.

In this direct confrontation with the Emperor, Fan Xian had exerted the peak strength he could reach in his life, but he was still defeated with a single finger. The meridians in his body were crushed too badly, so that the natural *tianyi dao* *zhenqi* hidden in the small *zhou tian* was also forced to dissipate into his five viscera and six organs, and could not condense at all. The only thing that seemed to be of some use was the mysterious booklet left to him by Ku He. However, the *yuanqi* between heaven and earth was too thin. At this rate of restoration, he didn't know how many years it would take.

After crossing the Wudu River, the North Sea was not far away. With his meridians completely crushed, Fan Xian naturally thought of Haitang Duoduo. Back then, when his meridians were completely crushed, he relied entirely on Haitang's careful care and treatment in Jiangnan. However, this time the injury was more serious, and he didn't know if Haitang had escaped from the capital.

Fan Xian wasn't too worried about Yingzi's safety, because he understood that Yingzi and himself were most similar in that as long as they plunged into the crowd, no matter what identity they used, they could live well and safely, and live extremely comfortably. However, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were different. Although they were the top young powerhouses in the world, they had not specifically studied these survival skills after all.

Fan Xian didn't know much about the news from the capital. When he was hiding in the rockery of the Yan residence, the old man Yan Ruohai would still tell him about the recent situation in the capital every day. He knew that the Emperor had woken up. However, after leaving the capital, he and Wang Qinian just moved forward silently, actively cutting off contact with the old subordinates of the Surveillance Bureau and the various forces belonging to Fan Xian's control.

On the one hand, it was for safety, and on the other hand, it was also part of the agreement reached between Fan Xian and the Emperor. Fan Xian knew that as long as he didn't die, the Emperor wouldn't attack those people, and his active contact with these people would be inappropriate.

The cold wind poured in from outside the window, and Fan Xian's squinted eyes squinted even more. He didn't expect the weather at the end of February to be so cold. He couldn't help but worry about the trip to the Divine Temple in a few days. With his current weak body, how would he resist the deep-seated cold?

Fan Xian shrank his hands and feet into the thick sheepskin, leaning wearily and haggardly against the window, letting the snowflakes hit his face, quietly watching the winter forest on the other side of the bridge, thinking of that year in the forest, the flower girl carrying a flower basket stood there quietly. If she was by his side at this time, perhaps the trip to the Divine Temple would be much easier.

The four words "heaven grants wishes" seemed to describe Fan Xian's current situation. Fan Xian looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in the winter forest, looking at the colors of flowers that appeared in that white landscape, and couldn't help but wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

"It's time to take your medicine." The carriage crossed the wooden bridge and stopped steadily. Wang Qinian rubbed his hands and got into the carriage, pouring a bowl of medicinal soup that had been warming on the stove and brought it to Fan Xian. He had heard Fan Xian's coughs earlier and was a little worried.

Fan Xian stretched out his hand from the sheepskin, smiling and pointing to the winter forest in the distance outside the window, and said, "The medicine is over there."

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What surprised Fan Xian was that Haitang was not the only one waiting for him at Wudu River... There was also Wang Shisanlang. Contrary to the time when he assassinated the Emperor in front of the Taiji Hall, Wang Shisanlang's silent and firm figure flashed out from behind Haitang, quietly watching the approaching carriage.

The carriage curtain was lifted, snowflakes flew in, Fan Xian looked at these two friends in life and death, barely moved the corners of his lips, seemed to want to smile, but couldn't laugh at all, finally just sighed and said: "I didn't expect you to run faster than me."

"We left the capital later than you." Haitang brushed off the ice on her thick cotton coat and sat next to Fan Xian. Perhaps thinking of the encounters in Kyoto last month, the girl's smile of reunion gradually faded, and she said calmly: "I heard that later, because you escaped from Kyoto first, the Southern Qing Dynasty's search and arrest efforts weakened, so we had a chance."

Fan Xian nodded, coughed twice and said: "It's good to be alive, there is no need for us to say thank you or anything like that. The Kyoto thing was originally inseparable from your two old monster masters. If you want to say thank you, you should thank me after all."

Haitang sighed, staring blankly at his pale face, shook her head and smiled: "I thought you would be more mature after this battle, but I didn't expect you to still like joking so much."

"Mature? I was already fully ripe in the first twenty years of my life. I finally regained some youthful flavor, how could I abandon it." Fan Xian responded with a smile, turned to Wang Shisanlang, and asked after a moment of silence: "How is your injury?"

From the moment Wang Shisanlang entered Fan Xian's sight, Fan Xian had keenly noticed that there was something wrong with Wang Shisanlang's body. The right arm that was killed by the Emperor seemed to be unable to recover.

For a swordsman who is sincere and devoted to the sword, the hand holding the sword is half-crippled, which is undoubtedly an extremely fatal blow. However, Wang Shisanlang's expression did not change at all, and he responded softly: "Your old man's *zhenqi* is too domineering. The meridians and muscles of my right arm are all shattered, and there is no way to heal it."

"I tried it on the road, but the effect was very general." Haitang Duoduo looked at Wang Shisanlang worriedly. The two great grandmasters' most beloved disciples had become extremely familiar with each other on this escape.

Fan Xian coughed twice and said calmly: "Let me take a look." After saying these words, he had already placed two fingers on Wang Shisanlang's pulse gate, and then his single hand went upward like a dragon claw coming out of the clouds, carefully stroking Wang Shisanlang's right arm that could not be used. The expression on his face became more and more serious.

Wang Shisanlang said after a moment of silence: "I have been injured many times in my life, it's nothing."

Fan Xian shook his head and said: "Buy some good gold needles in Shangjing City, I will try...". Then he turned around, covered his lips with his fist and coughed hard twice before breathing and saying: "We have all reached this point, what is there to hide between us? Pass the *tianyi dao* method to him."

Haitang was silent for a moment, then nodded, *tianyi dao* *zhenqi* has a miraculous effect on repairing meridian injuries. Although it is the unpassed secret of the Qingshan lineage, Haitang once secretly passed it to Fan Xian back then. It is also feasible to use it to save Wang Shisanlang's swordsmanship career at this time.

Wang Shisanlang suddenly raised his head, hearing some good information from Fan Xian's words. Even though he was a heroic man who did not care about external things, he could not help but frown at this moment: "Can this injury be cured?"

"Not necessarily, but you always have to try." Fan Xian closed his eyes tiredly and said: "At least eating should be no problem, but if you want to return to the realm you were in, I'm afraid it's impossible... I advise you to start practicing your left hand now, the left hand is good... You must know that there was a guy named Jing Wuming who was famous for his left hand, of course his right hand was hidden deeper. If you can train both hands, then you will be amazing."

There was a moment of silence in the carriage. Wang Shisanlang suddenly smiled calmly and said, "Then I will practice my left hand first, and then my right hand when I have time."

Haitang Duoduo quietly looked at Fan Xian, who was closing his eyes and had a pale face. She did not know how many different emotions arose in her heart. Over the years, she had seen Fan Xian less often and separated more often. However, the two of them never needed too many words to know what the other was thinking. However, at this moment, Haitang Duoduo suddenly found that she could not see through Fan Xian a little.

In the battle in the Kyoto Imperial Palace, Haitang Duoduo clearly and shockingly discovered that Fan Xian today has faintly exceeded the ninth-rank upper realm recognized by the world, steadily suppressing her and Wang Shisanlang. Just seeing him able to fight Qing Emperor head-on for several rounds, and being able to injure Qing Emperor, she knew how terrifying a level Fan Xian's current strength had reached.

"You... do you understand something?" Haitang asked a headless and tailless question.

Fan Xian immediately understood, opened his eyes, shook his head, and smiled slightly: "If I really understood, I wouldn't have lost so badly in the palace."

As soon as these words came out, the three young people in the carriage fell into silence at the same time. Their thoughts seemed to return to the wind and snow in the Imperial Palace. These three of the most powerful and most promising young masters in the world, plus the world's number one assassin, still seemed so small when facing that bright yellow figure.

Thinking of Qing Emperor's spirit that day, although the people in the carriage successfully injured him, they still felt a sense of resistance that was difficult to resist.

"There are no real gods in the world, and His Majesty's injuries are more serious than yours and mine." Fan Xian's indifferent words broke the suffocating atmosphere in the carriage. "If I hadn't been disabled at this time, and Shisan hadn't been crippled, and you hadn't vomited three buckets of blood, then the best choice at this moment should be to kill back to Kyoto again."

Haitang smiled slightly, thinking that only Fan Xian could think of such a bold plan. Her heart moved slightly, and she quietly looked at his pale face and asked: "How is your injury?"

"Worse than Shisan, basically there is no chance of recovery." Fan Xian recounted his injuries very calmly, and said: "But I don't care about these things. Since I can't beat His Majesty by fighting, just like a child can't beat someone, find a relative with a bigger body, which is an eternal method."

Haitang did not understand what Fan Xian meant for the time being. The exhaustion in her eyes, which were like a clear lake, slightly converged, and she calmly asked: "Those sky thunders on the palace square... do you know what they are?"

"It's a box." The corners of Fan Xian's lips raised slightly, "It's my box. Ku He and Si Gu Jian probably also mentioned that box to you. But don't look at me like that. I don't know who has the box now, and don't think of the box as too scary. If it was really a divine weapon, His Majesty would not only be seriously injured now, he would have died long ago."

After Haitang was silent for a long time, she asked: "I have always had something that I can't figure out. Since you and Qing Emperor are restraining each other, and neither of you is willing to let Nan Qing have internal strife, then why didn't you choose to escape from Kyoto and live in seclusion, but chose to take action?"

Fan Xian was also silent for a long time. The calmness in his eyes became more and more intense, and he said gently: "One is that I want to prove to His Majesty that I have the qualifications to negotiate with him on an equal footing, so first I must have the courage to sit in front of him and talk to him. Secondly, withdrawing from Kyoto and living in seclusion is certainly a method, but His Majesty will not want me to get out of control. The most important thing is... I'm not reconciled."

He closed his eyes and said quietly: "I can choose to sail overseas like Ye Liuyun and Fei Jie, and never care about the world again, and care about how many people will die in the war on this continent, but I am not reconciled... No one can stop him, then in history, he will definitely be correct."

This is the truth that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If no one can stop Qing Emperor, then in history, there will no longer be any aura of Ye Qingmei, and Chen Pingping will also be destined to become a heinous, unforgivable eunuch who will eventually be executed by slow slicing.

Fan Xian was not reconciled that the result of that ray of soul from his hometown working hard on this continent would be to turn into a vast white expanse, truly clean. So he had to make the most courageous attempt.

"I always have to try once." Fan Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, "Although I lost, at least there are no regrets. When I die in the future, I can always tell myself that I have been brave once in my life."

The medicinal soup on the stove was rustling slightly, and a wisp of medicinal fragrance shrouded the carriage. Haitang looked at Fan Xian blankly and asked softly: "Then what are you going to do next?"

In today's situation, Fan Xian launched a thunderous blow, but still failed. Qing Emperor was seriously injured and lying in the palace, but he did not die after all. And Qing Kingdom's powerful national strength still exists, and no one can resist this lion head-on. For Fan Xian, if he wants to make the emperor keep his promise, he must not do anything to anger the Qing Dynasty court. At present, the only road in front of Fan Xian seems to be to hide in a small mountain village and spend the rest of his life.

"I'm going to the Divine Temple. I don't know if you are interested." Fan Xian sent out an invitation very sincerely.

Wang Shisanlang's eyes lit up. Haitang Duoduo was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Wang Qinian has probably worked hard all the way. I'll go drive the carriage."

"Do you know the way?" Fan Xian laughed, and couldn't help coughing twice again.

Haitang didn't turn her head and responded with a smile, "You mentioned some of it in Jiangnan back then. It should be in the north."

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From Wudu River, he got on the official road, and the broad-leaved trees on the side of the road gradually became fine needles. Accompanied by the beautiful ice edges on the trees on the side of the road, the road covered with snow could continue to the capital Shangjing of Northern Qi.

The old and vicissitudes-filled city wall of Shangjing City was also covered with a piece of snow. Although the southern Jiangnan area of ​​the Southern Qing Dynasty is probably a warm day with spring buds sprouting, grass growing, and insects chirping, the small snow in Northern Qi has been falling continuously this year, and the temperature has not been able to rise, and it is still dominated by white.

The bright yellow imperial umbrella was like a strange flower on the snow, blooming on the ancient city head of Shangjing City. The sky was full of small snow falling on the top of the umbrella without making a sound. The Emperor of Northern Qi and his most beloved concubine Li were wearing extremely gorgeous fur coats, standing under the umbrella, standing in front of countless eunuchs, palace maids and ministers of the Northern Qi court, quietly watching the road in front of Shangjing City.

It didn't take long before a very ordinary carriage slowly drove over from the southwest direction. The gate of Shangjing City opened wide, and a team resembling a caravan came out to meet it.

The Emperor of Northern Qi squinted his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and had a blush on his pale face that was not very healthy. He looked at the carriage and couldn't help but sigh softly. This sigh was extremely suppressed, and no one could hear it except Sili Li beside him.

Sili Li was holding a tightly wrapped baby at this time, looking down and tidying up the warm towel on the baby's head. Suddenly hearing this quiet sigh beside her, her eyes were full of light, she raised her head and said softly: "It's so cold, otherwise... let the nannies take Hong Doufan down first?"

From the eleventh to the twelfth year of Qingli, the Northern Qi court has maintained a very rare sense of repression and forbearance towards the unpredictable situation in the south. It only used the army mobilized by Shang Shanhu to help Fan Xian stabilize the situation in Dongyi City. The most critical reason why the Northern Qi court did not take advantage of the great opportunity for Qing Emperor and Fan Xian's father and son to turn against each other to seek greater benefits was that from the autumn of last year, the Emperor of Northern Qi fell seriously ill. Mr. Qingshan Mupeng, who was released by Southern Qing and returned to Shangjing City, could not cure it for a while. His Majesty was bedridden for several months, and even rarely met with ministers, let alone worked hard to manage state affairs.

The court affairs are basically handled by the Empress Dowager. The Emperor of Northern Qi has been ill for several months. Fortunately, the matter of the royal bloodline, which the Northern Qi subjects are most worried about, finally came out with good news this year. The concubine Li, who is favored by His Majesty, became pregnant and successfully gave birth to a princess.

Perhaps because of this good news, the Emperor of Northern Qi's illness gradually improved. The Northern Qi court and the people were all very happy. Although the concubine Li gave birth to a princess, all the people thought that His Majesty was still young, and as long as there was a beginning, he could naturally continue to give birth in the future.

This Northern Qi little princess's formal name has not yet been taken, but the Emperor of Northern Qi and Concubine Li privately gave this pink jade-carved child a nickname, called Hong Doufan (Red Bean Rice). Although this nickname is really ugly and loses the dignity of the royal family, causing a lot of discussion among the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace, it has been called that way after all.

Hearing Sili Li's words, the Emperor of Northern Qi frowned with some annoyance, looked back at his daughter in her arms, and said angrily, "These little people are really troublesome."

Sili Li's expression remained unchanged, but her heart was full of smiles, secretly thinking that Hong Doufan in her arms was really causing His Majesty a lot of trouble, but fortunately everything went smoothly. Suddenly, she looked at her abdomen with a resentful look, her figure looked bloated, playing the role of a lying-in woman, but in the end there was no seed in her belly.

She knew very well why His Majesty insisted on holding the princess on the city wall to watch this carriage today despite the cold, because after the carriage entered the territory of Northern Qi, it contacted the Northern Qi court. The Emperor of Northern Qi and she both knew where the carriage would go next, and... no one was optimistic that they could come back. His Majesty probably... just wanted the man from the south to be able to see this child with his own eyes before leaving.

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On the official road not far outside the city wall of Shangjing City, there was another scene. The lonely carriage connected with the caravan that came out of Shangjing City. Fan Xian was wrapped in thick fur clothes and rarely walked out of the carriage. He looked blankly at the young man in front of him, and all kinds of feelings arose in his heart, and his eyes were a little wet for a while, but he couldn't say anything.

From the spring of the fourth year of Qingli to today, eight years have passed in a blink of an eye. Fan Sizhe in front of him has changed from the annoying child with small pockmarks on his face back then to the mature and stable young man with the style of a big businessman. At this moment, Fan Xian suddenly felt the illusion that he was old. He stepped forward and hugged his brother tightly without saying too much.

The time the two brothers spent together was not much, but Fan Xian never lacked his instructions and teachings to him, and the letters had never been interrupted. He knew how hard it was for his brother to work alone in Northern Qi, but as the saying goes, jade cannot be made into a useful object without being cut. He had to be willing and patient.

"Brother." Fan Sizhe looked at his brother who he hadn't seen for a long time, and thought about those things that happened in the southern capital, and then thought that his brother was about to embark on a road of no return that the world thought, and couldn't help but feel sad from it, and cried out: "Father and mother are both in Danzhou, and grandma is not in good health now. You just left like this, what should we do?"

"This dead brat!" Fan Xian's heart warmed, but he coughed and scolded with a smile: "It sounds like I'm going to die. Father will naturally take care of things in Danzhou. If you have time, you can go back and have a look and fulfill your filial piety for me..." Speaking of this, he sighed and said nothing more. Fan Sizhe actually knew that under the current situation, his brother would never be able to return to Danzhou, because His Majesty would not allow him to live.

"Have you prepared the things that I asked you to prepare over the years?" Fan Xian was unwilling for his brother to fall into such sad emotions when they met, so he forcibly changed the topic and said solemnly: "This trip is dangerous, and I don't know what I will face. The things that I asked you to prepare are to save my life. You can't be a profiteer."

This joke was not funny, and Fan Sizhe naturally couldn't laugh. He responded in a buzzing voice, those things were all in the caravan, and the caravan would follow Fan Xian out of the Tian Pass in the north, so there was no need to take them out at this time.

The two brothers left the caravan and then talked carefully for a while, no more than about Danzhou, about Kyoto, about parents, about grandmother, about Ruoruo and sister-in-law and nephews.

When they were about to separate, the two brothers returned to the side of the caravan again. Fan Sizhe thought of something, frowned slightly, personally carried out a heavy urn from a carriage, carried it to Fan Xian, and asked suspiciously: "This was sent by the eldest prince from Dongyi City, saying that it was something you told me thousands of times not to forget, what exactly is it? It's so heavy... I didn't dare to open it and see."

Fan Xian's expression suddenly became serious, then smiled slightly, knowing that with his physical strength he probably couldn't hold such a heavy jar, he waved to the carriage and said to Wang Shisanlang who came down: "Come on, since your right arm has some strength, quickly hold your master, your master is too heavy, I can't hold him."

As soon as these words came out, everyone near the caravan was stunned, and even Fan Sizhe, who was holding the urn, couldn't help but change his expression. How could he have imagined that what he was holding was actually the ashes of Si Gu Jian, this is the remains of a great master!

Wang Shisanlang's face also changed. He took the urn of ashes carefully like holding a treasure, and returned to the carriage without saying a word. Fan Xian couldn't help but scream in his heart when he saw this scene, secretly thinking that he would have to stay with the dead man every day along the way.

"Why?" Wang Shisanlang suddenly poked a face out of the carriage, frowning slightly and asked.

"Your master ordered that if I want to go to the Divine Temple, I must hold him together." Fan Xian shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

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Looking at the caravan that had gradually set off and was slowly leaving, Fan Sizhe, who was kneeling in the snow to see off his brother, suddenly had an undisguised look of disappointment and sadness in the eyes of Si Li Li on the city head. She turned her head and looked at the Emperor of Northern Qi and said quietly: "Why didn't he want to enter the capital?"

The Emperor of Northern Qi had a calm face, put his hands behind his back, was silent for a moment and said: "Since he has a bet with Qing Emperor, he naturally has to accept the bet and admit defeat. How could he enter the city if he was unwilling to be used by me? He has been preparing for the Divine Temple for so long, asking Fan Family's second son to prepare for so long, and he must have a certain plan. Don't worry too much."

"But why didn't Duoduo come and say a few words to us?"

"Her current identity is Fan Xian's friend. This must be made clear to the whole world." After the emperor said this, a very complicated expression flashed in his eyes, and he was about to turn around and leave the city head. At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a faint sense of satisfaction arose.

On the caravan that was leaving under the city, Fan Xian was seen waving towards this side with a smile on his face. The Emperor of Northern Qi smiled slightly and was about to wave in response, but suddenly found something wrong, forcibly put his arm down, but just sighed in his heart.

Fan Xian put down his hand, sat back in the carriage, looked at Wang Shisanlang who was holding Si Gu Jian's ashes and would not let go, and Haitang who was leaning on the window and watching the scenery of his hometown, and said to himself in his heart, women, brothers, goodbye.

Goodbye often means never seeing each other again, but Fan Xian doesn't think so. Everyone in the world who knows his plan thinks he is a madman, and thinks that he cannot come out of the Divine Temple alive, but... he doesn't believe this, because Ye Qingmei can, and he can too.

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(This chapter name Zhuque Ji has also been used... it's just that these two days are really written a bit rough, a bit scattered, it's really a headache, I underestimated the busyness of the New Year, plus I always hope to end on New Year's Eve to seek a perfect Qing Yu Nian, so I rushed a bit, this idea now seems to be a bit inappropriate... I still have to write seriously and calmly, if I can't finish writing on New Year's Eve, it's better to write a few more days. Of course, my primary expectation is that I can finish writing on New Year's Eve, I really hope to have a perfect ending, haha.)