Film and Television: The Villain's Life Begins with Joy of Life

Fan Xian ran wildly, his feet barely touching the ground, until he was far out of the palace before he dared to stop and look back.

There was complete silence behind me, with only moonlight shining on the empty street, and not a single ghost in sight.

He was panting heavily, leaning against the wall, his chest heaving violently.

No one came after them?

He frowned, feeling very puzzled.

Yan Xiaoyi's arrow clearly grazed past him, so he should have noticed him by now. Why was there no sound at all?

Out of caution, he didn't dare to go directly to meet up with the person. Instead, he took a long detour, wandering around the palace several times to make sure there were no tails around before sneaking back to Chen Pingping's side.

Deep in the alley, Wang Qinian still stood guard by Chen Pingping's side. The locksmith who made the counterfeit key had long since disappeared.

Chen Pingping sat in a wheelchair, covered with a thin blanket.

Upon seeing Fan Xian appear, the man did not show any obvious expression on his face. He simply scanned Fan Xian from head to toe to make sure he was not injured before nodding slightly.

"Looks like everything's settled." His voice carried a hint of relief. "I need to go back and rest. Sigh, I'm getting old, I can't stay up all night anymore!"

Fan Xian wanted to say something, but hesitated and stopped himself.

Chen Pingping patted Wang Qinian on the shoulder: "Take me back!"

Wang Qinian exclaimed "Ouch!" as if waking from a dream, and hurriedly pushed Chen Pingping away.

The wheelchair rumbled away and disappeared into the night.

Fan Xian watched Chen Pingping leave, knowing he was definitely curious about what Ye Qingmei had left behind. But ultimately, Chen Pingping didn't want to put him in a difficult position.

He felt Chen Pingping's care for him, which made him feel somewhat ashamed.

Unfortunately, Chen Pingping's reputation was too great, and he ultimately dared not trust him completely as much as he trusted Wu Zhu.

He sighed and waited in the same spot for a while longer.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying the chill of the late night. He rubbed his hands together, his gaze fixed on the direction of the palace, pondering Li Yunrui's purpose in secretly meeting with Zhuang Mohan.

He secretly regretted that if he hadn't been discovered so early, he might have overheard some secret about how he controlled Li Yunrui.

He didn't know how much time had passed when a dark figure descended from the sky and landed beside him.

Wuzhu.

Fan Xian quickly asked, "Uncle Wu Zhu, have you seen the Great Sage?"

Wu Zhu shook his head.

"no."

Fan Xian frowned and thought for a moment.

"Has he not returned yet? Did he run into a fairy?"

He didn't wait any longer; the moment he got the key, he couldn't wait to use it.

Anyway, that old man knows his identity, so if you really want to find him, there are plenty of ways.

"Let's go back to the manor."

The two disappeared into the night, one after the other.

……

The Fan residence, backyard.

When Fan Xian climbed through the window into his room, Fan Ruoruo was lying on the edge of his bed, her head resting on her arm, fast asleep.

The spittoon by the bed had been cleaned of its contents, and the room was filled with burning musk, making the air feel fresh and clean.

Hearing the noise, she groggily opened her eyes and looked up at the window.

"Brother...you're back?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a languid quality, as if she were half-asleep.

Fan Xian felt a warmth in his heart, quickly walked over, and reached out to pat her head.

"Yes, you're back. Go to sleep, it's almost dawn."

Fan Ruoruo yawned, rubbed her eyes, and nodded obediently without asking a single question.

She stood up, glanced at Wu Zhu who was following closely behind Fan Xian, greeted him, and then pushed open the door and went out.

The door was closed very quietly.

"Ah~ With a sister like this, what more could a husband ask for!"

Fan Xian shook his head slightly, feeling extremely gratified by Fan Ruoruo's obedience.

He found it hard to imagine what kind of man could be worthy of his obedient younger sister.

If Fan Ruoruo stayed in Kyoto, she would be unable to escape the fate of a political marriage. He wondered if, after marrying Lin Wan'er and returning to Danzhou, he should try to take Fan Ruoruo with him so that she could freely pursue her happiness.

As Fan Ruoruo's footsteps faded into the distance, Fan Xian realized he had been thinking too far ahead.

His elder brother hasn't even been ordered to get married yet, so how could it be Fan Ruoruo's turn anytime soon?

Fan Xian immediately walked to the pillar, fumbled around behind the curtain for a while, and pulled out a thin rope.

With a pull of the rope, a wooden frame slowly descended from the attic with a soft "click".

An exquisite box sat on the wooden shelf.

The box was four feet long, entirely black, made of a peculiar material, and warm to the touch. Fan Xian took it down and placed it on the table.

He met Wu Zhu's gaze and felt the urgency in Wu Zhu's eyes. He took a deep breath and pulled out the key he had stolen from under the Empress Dowager's bed from his pocket.

Insert the key into the lock and turn it gently.

"Click."

The box was opened.

Fan Xian eagerly lifted the lid of the box—

Then he froze.

There was another layer inside the box.

It was a smooth panel with a crystal screen embedded in it. A keyboard was displayed below the screen, and several words were displayed in the input box above:

"Please enter your password."

Fan Xian was completely stunned.

"Password? What's the password?"

He stared at the screen, feeling completely overwhelmed.

"That damned Great Sage!" He slammed his hand on the table, gritting his teeth. "He definitely knew there was this hidden detail! He deliberately didn't tell me!"

Wu Zhu stood to the side, looking at the screen, his "gaze" under the black cloth flickering slightly.

Fan Xian squatted in front of the box, staring at the screen, his mind racing.

password?

What password?

What would Ye Qingmei use as a password?

He tried pressing it a few times, then deleted it and turned to look at Wu Zhu.

"Uncle, do you know my mother's birthday?"

Wu Zhu shook his head.

Fan Xian was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks. Even Wu Zhu didn't know Ye Qingmei's birthday, let alone him.

He wanted to try out his birthday celebration, but just as he was about to touch the screen, he stopped.

He felt even worse!

Because he discovered that he didn't even know what his real birthday was!

But Fan Xian was still unwilling to give up.

He tried a few times, hoping it would be a lucky break.

Soon, the message on the screen changed to "Incorrect password, 2 attempts remaining for today".

Fan Xian immediately dared not try again.

He sat dejectedly on the ground, staring at the screen, on the verge of tears.

"Mom, you didn't leave any hints at all, are you kidding me...?"

Just as Fan Xian was in despair, Wu Zhu suddenly walked up to the box, lowered his head, and stared at the screen.

He tilted his head, and something seemed to flash across his perpetually expressionless face.

Then he reached out and quickly pressed a few keys on the keyboard.

"Beep—"

A soft sound.

The text on the screen changed to "Password correct".

A slight mechanical sound came from inside the box, and the panel slowly slid open to the sides.

Fan Xian's eyes widened in disbelief.

He jumped up suddenly and grabbed Wu Zhu's arm.

"Uncle Wuzhu! How did you know?!"

Wu Zhu looked at him, his voice confused:

"I don't know. It's just... when I saw that screen, my hand moved on its own."

Fan Xian opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

He released his grip and quickly looked down at the open box.

The first thing that catches the eye is a long gun barrel.

"It really is a Barrett!"

Fan Xian reached out, took out the gun barrel, and stroked the iconic muzzle brake.

The icy touch and the heavy weight made him feel dizzy for a moment.

Only now did he realize that the Great Sage had not lied.

Ye Qingmei really left him a powerful weapon!

With Barrett in hand, wouldn't he be unstoppable in this world?

Fan Xian was secretly delighted.

Wu Zhu took the gun barrel that Fan Xian handed him.

"This iron is excellent..." He reached out and stroked the barrel carefully, "but I don't know how it was polished to look like this."

He turned to Fan Xian: "Miss, what use do you have for these things?"

As Fan Xian took out the other parts of the Barrett, he rummaged through the box.

"This is for killing! A true peerless weapon!"

Wu Zhu tilted his head, not understanding. He looked back at the iron pipe in his hand.

"Murder? Divine weapon?"

Fan Xian quickly turned the box upside down and even discovered a hidden compartment inside.

He also found the two letters that Da Sheng had mentioned, the ones Ye Qingmei had left for him and Wu Zhu.

But aside from the Barrett parts and the letter, the rest...

Gone!

"Where did my M82A1 bullets go?"

Fan Xian was dumbfounded.

There are no bullets.

What's the difference between his Barrett and a fire poker?

He had searched the box inside and out several times, so there was no way it could contain anything else.

"Mother...you give me a gun but not bullets, what kind of nonsense is this? Are you telling me to practice universal love and non-aggression?"

Fan Xian remembered his promise to the Great Sage and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

If he lends out the gun as agreed, but there are no bullets, will the mourner think he deliberately hid it?

Given that person's nature, if he misunderstands you, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause him!

Fan Xian sighed. There was nothing he could do but put the thought aside for the time being.

He put the box aside and picked up the two letters.

On the envelope, in neat handwriting, it read:

"Written by Wu Zhu"

"Don't open this letter, Xiaozhu!"

Fan Xian's hand trembled slightly.

Just those two lines of handwriting were enough to dispel his disappointment at having no bullets.

He handed the letter meant for Wu Zhu to Wu Zhu, then took a deep breath and opened the letter that was probably meant for himself.

The letter paper was pristine white, showing no signs of age, and the handwriting was clear.

"Hello, son, you read that right, this letter is for you..."

A strange glint flashed in Fan Xian's eyes.

He never expected that the letter was actually meant for him.

He hadn't realized it before, but when he opened the letter, he remembered that he probably wasn't even born when Ye Qingmei wrote it...

He had only subconsciously believed what the Great Sage said and hadn't noticed this flaw.

He suppressed his doubts and read on, word by word.

In her letter, Ye Qingmei explained the truth about the time travel to him.

There was no time travel.

She was a human from the old era who awoke from a temple after a nuclear war and came to this world.

Fan Xian was created by her using old-fashioned technology to digitize his memories and implant them into an embryo.

"True energy is actually nuclear radiation? Could this be any more absurd?"

Fan Xian remained silent for a long time after reading the letter.

Many mysteries in my mind were explained, but at the same time, even more doubts arose.

He was the only one to successfully digitize memory data, so where did the Great Sage come from?

Could it be, like Mother, a resurrection of humanity from the old era?

However, people from the old era, whose bodies were not adapted to the current environment, should have been unable to cultivate martial arts, just like Ye Qingmei.

But the Great Sage is a Grandmaster!

Fan Xian couldn't understand it.

He read the letter over and over again, wishing he could engrave every word into his mind.

……

"Commander Yan, thank you!"

"How do you schedule your night shifts?"

"With you here, I won't need to climb over the wall anymore. Next time you go to the princess's place, remember to do her a favor!"

Along the way, Zhou Cheng would mutter a few words from time to time.

Yan Xiaoyi didn't say a word, but Zhou Cheng's ears were filled with a lively chatter.

[Negative emotions from Yan Xiaoyi +999!]

[Negative emotions from Yan Xiaoyi +748!]

[Negative emotions from Yan Xiaoyi +666!]

With a livid face, Yan Xiaoyi suppressed the urge to shoot Zhou Cheng dead with an arrow, led him away from the Imperial Guard patrol, and escorted him out of the palace.

Before leaving, Zhou Cheng waved goodbye to him with his back turned.

Yan Xiaoyi released the fully drawn bowstring.

He naturally wished he could pierce the man in front of him with a thousand arrows and cut him into a thousand pieces.

But he couldn't ignore Li Yunrui's feelings.

This man was Li Yunrui's male favorite, and he was favored by Li Yunrui, making Li Yunrui happy... so he tolerated it!

After resting at home for a day, as night fell again, Zhou Cheng, dressed in a black robe, entered the Fan residence and appeared before Fan Xian.

"You've arrived."

"I am coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I still came."

Fan Xian suddenly laughed.

Millions of years later, in this new era, there are still people who can keep up with his thinking and connect with his ancient dragon references. This feeling is wonderfully indescribable.

Zhou Cheng asked, "Where is the thing?"

Fan Xian pulled the box directly from under the bed.

"There's another layer inside the box, but I don't know the password and can't open it."

As he spoke, Fan Xian used the key to open the box, revealing a touch screen inside.

Zhou Cheng glanced at Fan Xian:

"You're lying!"

Fan Xian's lips twitched, but he still forced himself to say:

"You didn't tell me there was this extra layer, I really don't know the password!"

Zhou Cheng chuckled: "It's true you don't know the password, but it's false you can't open the box. With Wu Zhu here, there's no way you can't open it."

Fan Xian was stunned, and awkwardly scratched his head.

"How do you know everything? Great Sage! You didn't let me install surveillance cameras in my room, did you? Invading someone's privacy is illegal!"

Zhou Cheng didn't even bother to acknowledge him, and simply said:

"The password to the box is Wu Zhu's name. I'll just tell you directly to save you the trouble of troubling Wu Zhu."

Fan Xian exclaimed "Ah!" He only knew that Wu Zhu could open it, and he hadn't really paid attention to the password.

Upon hearing this, he immediately tried to input the two characters "五竹" using the Wubi input method on the screen.

Zhou Cheng also took in all of his actions.

As the box was opened again, Fan Xian sighed, "It really is!"

Zhou Cheng reached out and picked up the gun barrel, weighing it in his hand.

He had never even touched a real handgun on Earth, and he didn't want to go straight for a Barrett the first time he touched a gun.

"Where are the bullets?"

Fan Xian spread his hands with a bitter expression.

"No bullets. There's only this one gun in the box, nothing else."

Zhou Cheng nodded.

Fan Xian asked in surprise, "You don't suspect that I hid the bullets?"

Zhou Cheng: "No doubt."

"Okay, as long as you don't doubt it!"

Fan Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

Honestly, if the other party doesn't believe him, he really doesn't know how to explain it.

Zhou Cheng played with the gun for a few moments, then put the barrel back in the box.

Anyway, he'll be taking it away for two days, so there's no rush to do the research.

Fan Xian watched as Zhou Cheng closed the box.

I was just about to ask him what the use of that gun that had no bullets was.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him!

His eyes widened as he stared at Zhou Cheng.

"Great Sage, do you know where the bullets are?"

Zhou Cheng tilted his head to look at him.

"you guess."

"I guess?"

Fan Xian cursed inwardly.

Do we even need to guess?

The bullet will definitely hit you, the mourner!

He cursed inwardly, but immediately put on a smile, leaned closer, and said obsequiously:

"Great Sage, I bet the bullets are with you! After you're done playing with them, could you leave me a few bullets to play with?"

Zhou Cheng: "No."

Fan Xian's smile froze on his face.

He pursed his lips and secretly scoffed inwardly.

Zhou Cheng picked up the box, lifted it, and looked quite satisfied. He then turned to Fan Xian and said:

"If you want to know where the bullet landed, I can tell you."

Fan Xian's eyes lit up, and his face instantly filled with a smile. His ability to change his expression was truly remarkable.

"Great Sage! Fellow villager! Relative! Please speak!"

Zhou Cheng looked at his sycophantic manner and said calmly:

"The bullet is in Cangshan Mountain."

He added, "with"