"Master, Master..."

The housekeeper kept shaking Fan Xian, and Fan Xian finally came to his senses.

"Why are you so close? You scared me!" Fan Xian opened his eyes and saw the butler's fat face so close to him, which shocked Fan Xian.

Looking at the housekeeper in front of him with a confused face, hey, grandma is here too, Ruoruo's eyes are filled with tears, what happened?

"Grandma, why are you here?"

"Ruoruo came to me and cried, saying that you were injured and lost your mind."

"Ah?" Fan Xian looked at Ruoruo, oh, Fan Xian suddenly understood and slapped his forehead. He was so happy just now that he got carried away.

"Grandma, I'm fine."

"Well, it's fine." The old lady's tone was extremely calm, and she once again showed her displeasure towards Fan Xian.

Just an illegitimate child.

The old lady left slowly on crutches. The housekeeper looked at Fan Xian and followed the old lady.

In Fan Mansion, although the servants did not dare to be disrespectful to Fan Xian on the surface, they actually did not have much respect in their hearts.

In ancient times, the eldest son had the highest status, while the second son had much lower status, not to mention the illegitimate son.

Logically speaking, family property is generally inherited by the eldest son. If the eldest son dies, the remaining brothers can distribute it according to their abilities or reasonably.

The Fan family is very special. There is no eldest son. Fan Jian's first child is a daughter, Fan Ruoruo. Besides, Versace is not the daughter of the first wife. This is why Liu Ruyu targets Fan Xian like that.

It's good that Fan Xian is an illegitimate son, but he has the right to compete with Versace for family property.

Everyone left. Fan Xian stepped forward and wiped the tears from the corners of Ruoruo's eyes, "Brother, it's okay. Stop crying. Let's go. I'll take you out to eat candied haws."

"Okay, okay, you can't lie to others."

After hearing Tanghulu, Ruoruo stopped crying.

On the noisy street, two children, a boy and a girl, each held a candied haws in their hands, chewing until their mouths were filled with sticky candies.

Watching the flow of people coming and going, Fan Xian was chewing on the candied haws while thinking about how to build his own intelligence network.

In this era without mobile phones, computers, or WiFi, if you don’t have your own human intelligence network, you are no different from being blind.

With his eyes darkened, there are zero plots and plots.

However, the Inspection and Inspection Institute has eyes and ears all over the world. As long as there is a new force emerging, it is impossible for them not to know about it.

The two biggest conspirators in the world are both the controllers of the Inspection Institute.

To establish your own intelligence network, it seems that you need to plan and think carefully.

What can be done to achieve maximum concealment?

There are still ten years before the plot officially begins, which is when I grow up. It seems like there is plenty of time, but in fact this time is very tight.

Starting from scratch, building an intelligence network that can cover the entire world is not something you can just talk about.

The most important thing is that the only one who can take advantage of it is Wu Zhu.

In the house, except for grandma, who can be trusted, no one else can be trusted. Of course, I have too many secrets, and sometimes my stance is different from my grandma’s, and my perspective on things is also different, so grandma cannot trust everything.

Fan Xian thought about it and found that apart from Wu Zhu, Ruoruo was the only girl he could trust. Unfortunately, she was still a child and could not hide things in her heart.

Look, so what if you are a second-generation official? When all the resources around you are unavailable, you are not like ordinary people, helpless.

Another point is that Fan Xian is only six years old now, still a child!

Although his mind is mature, his strength is not.

This means that there is more than enough will but not enough power.

Martial arts has just begun.

After strolling around the streets for a while, Fan Xian took Ruoruo back home.

When he was about to enter the house, Fan Xian suddenly said: "Ruoruo, starting from tomorrow, can you also practice martial arts with me?"

"Practice martial arts? Is it fun?"

Fan Xian's face had dark lines. Fortunately, a child's face was immature and he couldn't see anything.

This world may seem bright, but in fact it is too dark. There must always be some special skills at hand, either because of scheming, martial arts, or a strong background identity.

The following days seem very boring, but in life, there are some things that you must experience and prepare for.

Are you invincible from birth?

Well, maybe, but it's definitely not you, and it's not Fan Xian.

I don’t know what method or reason Fan Xian used, but in short, grandma agreed to his request and bought a small island in the middle of Danzhou Lake.

The island is not big, only about the size of a courtyard.

A courtyard was built on it. From then on, Fan Xian often stayed not in the mansion, but in the courtyard on the island. He was mysterious all day long and didn't know what he was doing.

These made Emperor Qing and Chen Pingping very angry.

The island is on the lake and is empty on all sides. The agents of the Bureau of Investigation cannot get close to it at all. For this reason, two agents died at the hands of Wu Zhu.

Fan Xian said that no matter who he is, as long as he comes close to the island, he will be killed without mercy.

Wu Zhu said very little, maybe he was really a robot. He didn't ask why and just did what Fan Xian said.

Since moving to the island, assassinations have not happened again.

Ruoruo often went to the island to deliver food to Fan Xian. Sometimes Fan Xian would not go back to the house once for ten and a half months. Even if he came back, he would just give his grandma a meal as usual.

Every time Fan Xian came back from the island, he would carry a very big fish.

Before I knew it, one year had passed.

There are nine levels of Jiuyang Divine Skill, and Fan Xian has already reached the second level, and can barely be considered a third-level warrior.

If word spread about the seven-year-old third-level warrior, those masters would probably bite off their tongues, drop their jaws in shock, and couldn't help but doubt their own talent.

Practicing the Nine Yang Magic Art requires steady and steady progress. There is no need to rush or get bored at all. Therefore, Fan Xian has been practicing very slowly.

The raindrops were pattering on the lake, and small bubbles were rising. Looking at it, it was very spectacular.

In the rain curtain, a small boat slowly emerged from the mist.

The person rowing the boat was a six or seven-year-old child, dressed in green clothes. The childish look on his face had not faded, but he showed stability, and his eyes still had a perseverance that was inconsistent with his age.

When the boat arrived at the shore, the child skillfully tied the boat to the shore, turned back to the cabin and took out a long fish, which gradually moved away in the rain.

Raindrops hit his face. Fan Xian looked at Ruoruo in confusion and sped up his steps a little. Yesterday Ruoruo told him that his father sent someone and said he would return to Kyoto tomorrow.

It's time to see you off before you leave.

Once we leave this time, the next time we meet will be in Kyoto, that is, nine years later...

He replaced Fan Xian. He was Fan Xian, but he was not Fan Xian.

Fan Xian had no feelings for Emperor Qing, his biological father, nor did he care about Fan Jian, his nominal father, but he really liked Ruoruo.
Chapter completed!