The Hanged Fisherman, as the name suggests, is a peerless ghost with a peaceful mind, a gentle temperament, cold patience, and the spirit of Jiang Taigong fishing whoever wants to take the bait will do so.
However, Fang Yan was so angry at this high-level ghost that he wished he could chop the guy off with a stick or hang him on a hook that very day.
I think of my old friend, a great man of his generation, known as Fang Jia Mengchang - how could he have such a descendant
How sad is the Fang family? How unfortunate is the old friend
"You won't even let me speak?" Fang Yan sneered. "A thief is guilty. It has always been like this. Do you think that if you shut my mouth, you can shut the mouths of all heroes? When my grandfather and his old friends get together in the future, they will casually mention this sentence - the old man, the hanged fisherman, has lost his integrity in his old age. He practiced martial arts for his whole life, but in the end he ran away to work as a groom for an idiot. What do you think of this?"
"Don't be angry. I didn't say that. I said it in the tone of my grandfather. Practicing martial arts is like studying. Who doesn't want to be famous for generations? Some people leave good names behind, while others leave bad names behind. Which one will you be?"
Fang Yan tried to persuade the fisherman earnestly, saying: "Grandpa Fisherman, you are my grandfather's best friend and my elder. A prodigal son who returns is worth more than a thousand gold. You are able to turn back at your age, which is something that cannot be replaced by mountains of gold and silver. As long as you promise me to join hands with me to fight and throw that idiot called General Ling into this abyss, I will pretend that I have never seen you tonight. If my grandfather asks, I will say that you are a first-class hero. What do you think?"
Fang Yan didn't give up and wanted to rescue him again.
An old man in the family is like a treasure. This old man is so good at kung fu and is also a good friend of grandpa. If he is sent to Qianye Bingbu, the old monster Qianye Bingbu will definitely like him very much, right
The so-called strong duel is just a battle between masters. Fang Yan felt that he was not good enough and was not worthy of their pretentiousness.
"You little brat, you little brat-----" The fisherman squeezed the bamboo pole in his hand, making it creak. "A man's promise is worth a thousand gold. I owe him this-----You can't get past me unless I die."
"You are hopeless." Fang Yan sighed as he looked at the fisherman.
When the fisherman was so overwhelmed by Fang Yan's words that he almost fell down, Qin Yitian praised Fang Yan highly, and his words of praise were endless.
"But he has a kind heart. Every word he says comes from his heart, and he tries to be fair and just in everything he does. A woman has to play two extremely important roles in her life: wife and mother. When a woman marries a man, whether she has children or not, she immediately enters these two roles. Which wife doesn't want her husband to be humorous and always say and do things that make people feel comfortable? Which mother doesn't want her child to have a childlike heart, two parts of kindness, three parts of health, and four or five parts of talent?"
"He has profound common sense and is familiar with Chinese classics. He is a skilled martial artist, and even the Xingyi master Bao Twelve is no match for him. He would take his students to study in Quehe, and he would accompany his students to study "Rain Alley" in Rain Alley. He is gentle, yet sarcastic-----"
The general's hand holding the glass was shaking a little.
Does the kind of man she is talking about really exist in this world
He didn't know whether such a man existed or not, but he knew it was definitely not the guy standing behind him.
"He is mean, and he holds a long sword. Meanness is a mockery of life and a carefree attitude, and the sword represents responsibility and protection, as well as passion and friendship. He can bend down, or he can stand tall."
"He is not sunshine, but when you see him, it's like seeing sunshine. He is not rain or dew, but he has the romance of rain and the feelings of dew - he is a person, a living person. Not an animal without emotion and kindness. This is the kind of man I like."
"Is that why you brought him here?"
"Isn't that enough?"
"This man is really lucky to receive such high praise from Qin Yitian."
"No, I'm the lucky one." Qin Yitian said. "I met him, he's unmarried, and I'm unmarried, how lucky is that? Of course, I'm still working hard, I believe he can't escape from my grasp."
"It's a strange feeling to hear a little girl praising another man." General Ling said. "Isn't this the most uncomfortable thing in the world?"
"No." Qin Yitian shook his head. "There are more uncomfortable things."
"What?"
Snapped!
There was a muffled sound under the table, and then the general's face changed drastically, and his calm and gentle expression finally disappeared. The skin on his face twisted together, almost turning into a wild chrysanthemum.
"Look, you feel more uncomfortable now than before, right?" Qin Yitian said with a chuckle.
Jiangjun Ling grabbed the tablecloth tightly and said, "I miscalculated. You wouldn't have done such a thing before -"
"Of course." Qin Yitian said. "I used to pay attention to my image. You all said I was a goddess, and I thought I was a goddess, so I had to maintain the goddess style----"
"What now?"
"I have always done well in this regard." Qin Yitian said with a smile. "But gods can get angry too. I finally tricked my male god to come over to have a meal with me, drink a glass of wine, watch the sunset and chat with me, but you ended up sending bad boys to provoke me and your lackeys to kill people, ruining everything. I really want to slap you a hundred or two times."
"No one has ever beaten me. You are the first." said the general.
"I've beaten at least 80 idiots, if not 100. So I don't think this is anything to be proud of."
Seeing that General Ling's expression was not right, Liu Qingming and others rushed over quickly.
"Young Master, are you okay?" Liu Qingming asked with concern.
Some people even wanted to pounce on Qin Yitian, but were stopped by the general.
"Looking forward to seeing you next time." said the general.
He pushed the chair away, stood up, and walked towards the parking lot of Yizhangyuan Hotel surrounded by a group of people.
However, his legs were clamped tightly against the ground and his walking posture was a little strange.
Liu Qingming helped to open the car door, and General Ling sat in the back seat without saying a word. Liu Qingming thought about it and took the initiative to sit in the co-pilot seat of the car.
Bao Twelve had already woken up when he was lifted up.
He forced himself to walk in front of the general, covered his mouth and coughed violently, saying: "I am old, and my punches are slow. I lost in front of a young man, and embarrassed the young master. This matter is over, I will retire and return home. I really don't have the face to stay with the young master any longer."
General Ling looked at Bao Twelve with a smile and said, "Mr. Bao, you did a great job. Better than I expected."
"Thank you, Master."
"Have a good rest." The general said in a gentle voice, as if the person who just said 'let him kill' had nothing to do with him.
The car started moving and General Ling looked out the window, thinking about something.
"There are still nineteen days, right?" the general asked.
"Young Master, what do you mean there are still nineteen days?" Liu Qingming asked.
He was a "latecomer" who took over the reception of General Ling, a big man from Yanjing. In the past, Liu Shu always accompanied him. Therefore, he didn't know his character very well, and there were many hidden things that he had no chance to participate in.
He had been watching and learning these days. However, the general asked such a question out of nowhere, and he still felt like he didn't know how to answer.
General Ling seemed to be in a good mood, and explained, "Known as the Light of the North Star, Chiba Bingbu, the best swordsman in the East, has issued a declaration of war to Fang Yan. In nineteen days, it will be the day of their duel."
Liu Qingming's eyes lit up, and he said, "So, the young master asked Mr. Bao to challenge Fang Yan. To disturb his mind, drain his strength, tire his body, and hurt his heart - Mr. Bao has already planted a bomb in his body. When Fang Yan and Qianye Bingbu fight for their lives, this bomb will suddenly explode."
"How can I let Mr. Bao really kill someone in public?" General Ling said. "Of course, if Mr. Bao is killed, it's only because he didn't learn the skills well enough. However, Fang Yan's happy life as a murderer will end here. Watching the sunrise and drinking fine wine will bring punishment from God."
"What a shame." Liu Qingming said. "Mr. Bao pressed him so hard, but he didn't kill him."
"So, he is smarter than I thought." General Ling said. "After nineteen days, if he can escape from Qianye Bingbu's sword, then he will be qualified to be my real opponent."
Liu Qingming hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but said: "Young Master, if he hadn't interfered, our Liu family's plan would have succeeded-----"
"Shut up." General Ling shouted coldly. "Liu Qingming, what does your Liu family's plan have to do with me? What does your success or failure have to do with me?"
Liu Qingming realized that he had violated a taboo, and quickly corrected himself, saying, "I know that our Liu family's plan has nothing to do with the eldest young master. The eldest young master was not involved in anything and knows nothing."
Liu Qingming secretly glanced at General Ling's expression through the rearview mirror and found that he was staring at him with burning eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"What a difficult guy to get along with." Liu Qingming sighed in his heart. For the first time, he hoped that Liu Shu would recover quickly.
"But, since you want to plant a bomb in Fang Yan's body, why don't you let the fisherman plant a second bomb in his body?" Liu Qingming asked.
When he saw the murderous look in the general's eyes, he realized once again that he had stepped on a landmine.
Maybe he himself doesn't have the confidence to win? (To be continued)