My Sword Has a Way

The man smiled helplessly.

"Since you insist on doing this, I won't say much. I just hope you can consider the overall situation."

The man sneered, "Consider the overall situation? When my eldest brother was still alive, someone also advised him to consider the overall situation, but the ending was not satisfactory. Now this sentence is used on me again. Is my Fan family so contemptuous? Mu Jiantang, you said that the mountain will not come to me, what will happen if I go to the mountain?"

The man put down his teacup and sighed softly, "There are many ruthless people in this world. In this case, I can only say that if you succeed, it would be the best. If not, you and your family of three should leave this town."

The honest man frowned slightly and did not make any further reply.

He just nodded silently, and continued to move forward at a steady pace.

I don’t know if it’s because the man is in a heavy mood or because of the sudden change in the weather, but it just makes people feel that the town is already shrouded in fog and the sun is nowhere to be seen.

The spring breeze is clear and the willow leaf is in the air.

The man reached out and took the willow leaf swaying in the wind, his expression slightly relieved.

Looking at the vermilion gate across the river, his mouth opened slightly.

"Time flies!"

"Brother, I, Fan Er, will go through that door for you!"

After the man finished speaking, his eyes were as sharp as lightning and he was no longer as cowardly and honest as before.

I saw him walking across the bridge and standing in front of the door.

Above the door lintel, there were several large ancient characters that had faded slightly, revealing the original appearance of the wood.

"If I were you, I would kill everyone inside this gate."

The man turned his head and looked towards the direction where the sound came from.

On the not-so-wide stone road, a young man in brocade clothes and an old man in a white robe with slightly gray hair were looking at me.

This person speaks in a very elegant manner, which makes people feel happy, like a spring breeze on your face, and makes you feel very good.

"Whether to kill or not is naturally up to me. I hate others pointing fingers at what I am going to do, so I advise you to just stand by and watch, and not be a meddler."

The man spoke in a very calm tone, and his words were blown by the wind into the young man's ears, but they made the young man feel extremely heavy and suddenly cold.

The young man just kept smiling, nodded, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

The doorman who was dozing off in front of the mansion gate was fighting against sleepiness, completely unaware that danger was approaching and his sweet dream was still in full swing.

In a hall somewhere, a middle-aged couple were wiping the red and swollen eyes of a little child.

"Is Han'er in pain?"

The woman asked the child softly, her face full of heartache and care.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! Mom, please be gentler!"

The little boy shouted at the woman with a look of grievance on his face, while the man in his thirties next to him had a gloomy face and an extremely somber expression.

"What happened to Han'er today is definitely not a coincidence. It is most likely that he was taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives. In the next few days, you should not go out and just stay in the mansion."

The woman said with resentment, "Father, you are the same. Since you were allowed to come, why did you also let the Sixth Prince accompany you? Isn't it obvious that this is to trip you up!?"

"shut up!"

"It is not your turn as a woman to speculate on the decisions of our father!"

The middle-aged man looked at the woman with great displeasure, and his appearance was extremely scary. Even the crying child beside him was frightened and did not dare to cry out loud for a while.

The woman snorted coldly and continued to wipe the wound for the child, cursing as she wiped.

"That damned boy even dared to hit my son. He really doesn't know how to live or die!"

The middle-aged man looked at the child's injuries and was a little angry.

"Even if the child doesn't die, he will be unable to get out of bed for the rest of his life. I still have more trust in the methods of the old poison master."

When the woman heard that the old Poison Master had taken action, she looked somewhat delighted and said, "Since the old Poison Master has taken action, why doesn't he just kill him? If this happened in the capital, I would definitely kill all nine generations of his clan!"

The man raised his lips slightly, and said with great disdain: "It's too easy for such lowly people to die so easily. That kid actually dared to hit the grandson of the emperor. He really doesn't know how to live or die!"

The woman nodded.

"That child must die! Otherwise, how will Haner inherit the throne in the future?"

The man thought for a moment, then said, "Don't worry. If I don't want someone to live, then he definitely won't live!"

Just as the man finished speaking, there was a loud noise in the yard, followed by screams and noise.

"Someone! What happened?"

A girl who looked like a maid came over. She had a strange look on her face and spoke hesitantly.

"Your Highness, a middle-aged man in his forties came to the courtyard. He said...he said he wanted to ask Your Highness for an explanation."

When the man heard this, he sneered and then whispered.

"How interesting! I want to see who you are, to dare to ask me for an explanation!"

After saying that, he took the lead and stepped out of the hall, heading straight towards the sound.

At this time, this not particularly large house had lost its previous tranquility, simply because of the appearance of that not-so-tall figure, the already not-so-clear sky seemed even more depressing and heavy.

"How dare you! You trespass into the government office. You deserve to be killed!"

An old man glared at the man in the field.

Beside the old man were several companions with the same aura, all of whom looked at the honest figure with amusement.

The man stood quietly on the spot, looking at everyone calmly, without any unusual change in his expression.

"I wonder who the current crown prince is? I want to ask you something, and then I'll leave."

When the old man heard this, a sneer suddenly appeared on his lips.

"How can a country bumpkin like you see the Crown Prince whenever you want? Moreover, you broke into the palace so openly and disregarded the majesty of the royal family. This is simply a slap in the face of the current court. Do you think you can leave?"

The man still stood there quietly without saying a word. At this time, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes and a crown came here accompanied by a group of followers.

This man was a very upright person, with a square face and eyes that were surrounded by dragon energy, giving people a feeling of being majestic and extraordinary.

"I heard you were looking for me? And you came to ask for an explanation. If I guessed correctly, you should be the father of that little bastard. To be honest, you are braver than I thought. It's just a pity that you are very unlucky. Let's put it this way, the person who offended the majesty of the royal family last time is now a handful of yellow earth."

As soon as this person opened his mouth, his temperament was totally inconsistent. Immediately, the image of a gentle gentleman that made people's eyes light up disappeared, and was replaced by a hideous face.

"Your Highness, I only have one question for you. I don't like to say something a second time, so I advise Your Highness to listen carefully."

"It's normal for two kids to fight, but you sent someone to kill my son."

"I have no other shortcomings, except that I am afraid of my wife. My wife said that if this matter does not satisfy her, she will break my legs. Tell me, how do you want to solve this matter? Will one person die? Or will many people die?"

The middle-aged man called His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked at the middle-aged man in front of him as if he were an idiot.

At this time, an old man holding a skull-shaped cane behind him whispered a few words in the Crown Prince's ear, and then turned around with even more disdain and said to the previous old men.

"Go and bring the little bastard here."

"I also hate being threatened, so I changed my mind. I think that since you lowly people dare to offend the royal majesty, you all deserve to die. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense!"

"killed!"