I have a role in the heavens

"Gulu, Gulu!" Fan Xian swallowed nervously and said a little nervously. He didn't expect Xie Bian's sword to be so fast. Even though he was closer to the second prince, it was still not as fast as his sword.

"It seems that the sword is still fast!" Fan Xian was still so poor, and he did not care about his own life at all, because he knew that the second prince could not kill him in Prince Jing's Mansion.

"Hmm, sweet!" Fan Xian picked up a bunch of grapes on the plate on the table, put them directly into his mouth, and tasted them carefully.

"You know, if I say a word, your life will be gone!" The second prince Li Chengze is now more and more interested in Fan Xian. He did not expect that Fan Xian is not nervous at all now.

"I don't think so. The second prince can try to see which one is faster, Xie Bian's sword or mine!" Guo Baokun's voice sounded from behind the three of them. In fact, Guo Baokun was just in time when Xie Bian put the sword on Fan Xian's neck. When they arrived here, they made no noise at this time. The three of them had not noticed that there was another person here before.

"Scholar Guo!!!" The second prince and Xie Bian said in surprise, with a hint of shock in their voices.

"Guo Baokun, don't make fun of my life. His Highness is joking with me. He won't kill me. If you provoke him like this, it's not guaranteed!" Fan Xian quickly stopped Guo Baokun from stimulating the second prince. After all, he had just I was sure that the second prince did not come to kill me, but after being stimulated by Guo Baokun, I was not sure. I didn't see Xie Bian's hand holding the sword trembling. If he was not careful, his life would be because of Guo Baokun. If you fall in love with this sentence, then you would be unjust.

"Why won't I kill you? I said I would use your head as a gift to the prince so that our brothers can get back together!" Only then did Li Chengze pay attention to Fan Xian's words and refute Fan Xian's conclusion.

"Because even if Your Highness kills a hundred Fan Xian, you and the Crown Prince will never get back together!" Fan Xian continued to bicker with the second prince.

"Presumptuous!" Xie Bian raised the sword in his hand slightly, and Fan Xian quickly raised his head to avoid being hurt by the sword.

"It seems I'm faster!" At this moment, Guo Baokun had come between Xie Bi'an and Fan Xian, stretched out his right hand, his middle finger slightly bent, his thumb pressed the middle finger, and with a little force, the middle finger gently pointed at the sword body. Just one shot.

"Dang!" The collision between the fingers and the sword actually made a crisp metallic sound. Xie Bian felt a stream of true energy coming from the sword in his hand, which was condensed but burrowed directly into his arm like a tarsal maggot. Xie Bian hurriedly He mobilized the zhenqi in his body to block it, but was easily defeated by this zhenqi. He instantly felt his arms go numb, and he could no longer use the strength to hold the sword in his hand.

"Are you going to have another sword taken away from you?" Xie Bian's frustration was indescribable. He tried his best to regain control of his arm and hold the sword again, but his efforts were in vain, and the sword fell off in his hand. Xie Bian couldn't bear to see his failure anymore and closed his eyes.

Guo Baokun looked at the disheartened Xie Bi'an and couldn't help but smile. He was not a sword-catcher, so why didn't he just steal his sword? How could he be so fragile? He pinched it lightly with two fingers, without even looking, flicked his right hand, and the sharp sword went straight to Xie Bian's waist.

"Whoa!" The sword just happened to sink into the scabbard held in Xie Bian's hand. Xie Bian felt the change in the weight of the scabbard in his hand, and quickly opened his eyes and looked at his left hand. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Even if His Highness wanted to kill me, he would not be here! Nor would he use such methods. He is so lacking in wisdom!" Fan Xian looked at the unwilling second prince and continued to reason, pointing at Xie Bian behind him. , matters in the court can not be solved by killing. It is really a violation of the rules. There is no excuse to kill people directly. It will make all the powerful people feel insecure and will only become the target of public criticism.

Fan Xian looked at Xie Bian behind him, whose sword was already in the scabbard. He once again happily took a bite of the grape in his hand and spat the grape skin in his mouth to the side.

Although Fan Xian looked calm on the surface, he was actually shocked inside. Although he had noticed before that Guo Baokun had learned martial arts and had a strong cultivation base, he realized today that he had definitely underestimated him. Guo Baokun's cultivation, who is Xie Bian? He had heard of Xie Bian's reputation before he came here. The famous ninth-grade swordsman in Kyoto, with the reputation of breaking through time with one sword, actually lost to Guo Baokun in an instant. Guo Baokun's Isn't the cultivation level at least ninth level, maybe even ninth level. As for the Grand Master, Fan Xian has not considered it. After all, it has been the four Grand Masters who have shocked the world for so many years.

"Bian, please step back first!" The second prince looked at Guo Baokun in front of Xie Bian, knowing that even if Xie Bian was here, there was no point, so he asked him to step back first, to ease his mood of another failure.

"Scholar Guo, please sit down!" The second prince asked Guo Baokun to take a seat at this time. Regarding Guo Baokun, Li Chengze was actually quite helpless. In the past two years, the prince and himself had suffered the hardships of this Hanlin Academy lecturer, who was punished for copying. There are countless scriptures about him, and he never paid attention to the attempts by himself and the prince to win over him. No matter whether it was soft or hard, it had no effect on him. If he was provoked, he would take out the imperial edict. The ruler he was given was slapped on his and the prince's palms, which was really helpless and frightening.

"Why is Your Highness free to come to the poetry meeting today!" Guo Baokun came to the table and sat down unceremoniously. He reached out to pick up the grapes from the plate and stuffed them into his mouth. He showed no restraint to the second prince. After all, he had already Having punished the opponent more than once, the feeling of unfamiliarity has long ceased.

"I have read Dream of Red Mansions and am very fond of Fan Xian's literary talents. I heard that he was going to attend today's poetry meeting, so I knew that good poems would be published, so I waited here early, hoping to appreciate the good poems as soon as possible." The second prince now completely lost the arrogance and oppression he had when he met Fan Xian, and seemed very kind.

"Go on, this second prince actually watches someone else's game. Being so polite to this kid Guo Baokun is threatening him!" Fan Xian looked at the second prince who was communicating with Guo Baokun in a harmonious and gentle voice, and complained silently in his heart, feeling depressed. He stuffed the grapes into his mouth, ate the pulp, and then spit out the grape skins to vent his resentment. "puff!"

The second prince glanced at Fan Xian, who looked depressed, and continued, "Fan Xian did not disappoint me again. This poem "Ascend to the High" is indeed extremely well written, making all the talented people in Kyoto feel inferior. With this poem, there will be no one this time. Come for nothing.”

"That's because you didn't see his poem manuscript. The handwriting is simply off-putting. It can be said to be an insult to the poem!" Guo Baokun thought of Fan Xian's calligraphy that was comparable to that of a child, and couldn't help but complain, Du Fu The poem paired with Fan Xian's words was simply unbearable, and he couldn't help but glared at Fan Xian fiercely.

When Fan Xian heard Guo Baokun's complaints, he couldn't help but apologize to Du Fu in his heart, and avoided Guo Baokun's eyes with a guilty conscience. "I'm so sorry to see you, the Poet Saint, but my words really embarrass you!"