Chapter 348: Outside the gate of the imperial city is a Jedi.

It was only an early autumn night, but the temperature seemed to have dropped overnight. When most people began to fall asleep, raindrops began to fall throughout Kyoto, making the buildings in the entire city glow with light.

This unexpected cold rain made the night even colder.

After completing his preparations, Fan Xian went to Prince Jing's Mansion.

Prince Jing’s Mansion is sick, and this time it’s real.

Now Li Hongcheng is not in the capital. He has been sent to the border with the Western Hu Kingdom for training. He left in a hurry. I think it was arranged by Prince Jing.

His father Fan Jian was relatively safe in the palace, but the troubles and the serious illness of his good friend Prince Jing kept him frowning. Fan Xian knew what he was going to do tonight was a heinous act, so he felt a special kind of guilt towards Prince Jing.

After chatting briefly with his father, he began to serve Prince Jing medicine. He was a qualified doctor and was extremely attentive during the process.

Not only did Fan Xian know this, but even Prince Jing himself knew that he had caught a severe cold. It had nothing to do with the temperature or the climate, it was a mental illness, it was the cold winter of the Li royal family that caused his current state.

Fan Xian had no remedy for this kind of mental illness, and he was already unable to take care of himself at the moment.

Prince Jing was overwhelmed by these cruel facts and severe situations. When Fan Xian came out of Prince Jing's mansion, Prince Jing had one thing to say to him:
'No matter if he is kind or cruel, no matter if he kills people or saves people, no matter what he does, even if he kills all the royal family members and only he is left, he must ensure that Qing Kingdom will be preserved at a time when many countries are eyeing it covetously! '

Fan Xian didn't know if he could be the final winner, but he still nodded and agreed.

After leaving Prince Jing's Mansion, he went straight towards the Imperial Palace.

There were naturally no carriages on the streets at this time, only teams of soldiers patrolling the city passing by from time to time. Fan Xian used his Qinggong to walk there, and at an intersection, Wu Zhu was already waiting there.

Seeing Fan Xian coming, the two of them flashed silently and headed towards the east gate.

That was the route into the palace that Yan Bingyun had left. The people on duty on the city wall were the imperial guards under the command of the eldest prince, and they were also the personal guards of the former commander of the imperial guards, Gong Dian. Because Gong Dian was demoted, the personal guards who were originally under his command were disorganized and became grassroots officers guarding the palace.

The route is well planned, but there are always people who don't let him go as he wishes.
Li An and Ku He have been waiting for a long time!
The two of them sat on the roof of a residential house outside the palace wall. The drifting drizzle seemed unable to get close to them. It was blown away by an invisible force of energy a few centimeters away from their bodies. It looked quite magical.

But more of it is a force of oppression.

This kind of oppression is only directed at one person, and is difficult for outsiders to perceive. Because of this, as the rain mixed with sweat slid down his head, Fan Xian felt a great fear in his heart.

"Will you let me in?" Fan Xian's smile was bitter.

In the battle of Dadong Mountain that day, Li An's tactics were very complicated. Although he was finally inferior to Emperor Qing, who had dominated the world for many years, after Emperor Qing's death, he was already regarded as the undisputed number one master.

I don’t know if Uncle Wuzhu can handle it.

However, Li An felt a little wary when he saw Wu Zhu, who was motionless like a dead object.

He was keeping an eye on Ku He standing aside, not knowing whether today's battle would result in the loss of the life of Ku He, the patron saint of Northern Qi. He was weighing the gains and losses, wondering whether it was worth it.

When grandmasters fight, sometimes it’s out of control.

"Of course I can let you in, but not tonight." Li An pointed at the body of the soldier who had been dead for a long time on the wall, and said softly: "The shift change time is about an hour, and now one-third of it has passed. We met in a place where we shouldn't meet. If we attract the attention of the host, it will be inconvenient to do anything." Except for tonight, Fan Xian can enter the palace at any time.

"So we can't come to an agreement? You knew I could only enter the palace tonight, so you're waiting for me here!"

Fan Xian took out a dagger and wanted to ask why?
I still remember when I first gave "Ba Dao Zhen Qi" to Ang Lee, he clearly had no martial arts foundation. Why could he become a grandmaster at such a young age, while I wasted so many years?

Fan Xian was a pure yet complicated person. Even at this point he still wanted to talk more: "What do you want to achieve by using my return to the capital? Wouldn't it be better to let me in to get what you want?"

"I just need you to mess up Kyoto. Anyone can win, but you can't. At the same time, I can't let you fail completely and never get back on your feet."

“Honestly, this is hard to do!”

Li An looked very serious when he answered.

"And then consume all of Qing's national strength and elite men, so that Northern Qi can completely unify the world?" Fan Xian responded along the lines of thought: "Your plan is vicious, but at the same time very saintly. Of course, you only use this word for Northern Qi."

"In order to achieve the goal of unifying the world with Northern Qi at the lowest cost, Northern Qi will not sacrifice anything, but the sacrificed people will all become people from other countries. After Northern Qi unifies the world, won't these people all be citizens of Northern Qi?"

"In my opinion, your 'kindness' is just hypocrisy!"

People in the world should live their lives according to their own path.

The experience and lesson that Fan Xian learned from his mother Ye Qingmei is to slowly change the system and achieve reform in a subtle way without destroying the overall environment. Perhaps this is the reason why the original work achieved such an ending.

Fan Xian calmed Li An down with his last words.

"At first, I saw no difference between the countries in the world, and the people were the same."

"It's just that there is a special person among these people. This person is the same as me, which is why I stayed in Qing Kingdom."

"But when one day I realized that this country is difficult to change from the inside out, and that the special person is also a different person from myself, Ang Lee became the Ang Lee of today."

With a sigh, Li An continued: "My starting point was good, but if I could do it again, I would not choose to start."

Any change that does not have enough power to resist the wheel of history will ultimately only result in it being shattered into pieces and becoming a handful of insignificant dust under the wheel.

With this understanding, after leaving behind some academic ideas that go beyond the current version, Ang Lee has completely let himself go.

He decided to act according to what was easy on his heart.

"No matter how much we talk, we still can't avoid a fight in the end." Li An's sword suddenly appeared in his hand. This action seemed to have a ripple effect, causing Wu Zhu and Ku He to move. The two disappeared on the spot, and a loud bang was heard in the air!

"One thing you can use is that I won't kill you today!"

As soon as the words fell, Li An also disappeared from the spot.
(End of this chapter)