The force was too fast and too urgent. Fang Yingxiong realized the situation was not good and rushed to pick her up when she fell to the ground halfway through her run.
Whether it was Qianye Bingbu or Ye Wenrou, the speed at which they exerted their full strength was not something that ordinary people could keep up with. Fang Yingxiong was not weak, but he was still several levels behind them.
This has nothing to do with effort, but with talent.
Some people are born with talent for martial arts.
boom!
A black figure rushed over from behind Fang Yingxiong, stepped on his shoulders, and jumped over his head. He was the last to arrive, jumped high, stretched out his hands to catch Ye Wenrou's out-of-control body and held it in his arms.
The cool breeze blows and the moonlight shines brightly.
Ye Wenrou opened her eyes and saw Fang Yan's worried eyes.
Her beautiful eyes were instantly filled with anger, and she said angrily, "Why are you here?"
"Why are you here?" Fang Yan asked with a smile.
"I'm here to challenge Chiba Bingbu." Ye Wenrou said.
"I will also challenge Chiba Hyobu."
"He is the person I want to challenge, this is my battle - what are you doing here?" Ye Wenrou was angry and embarrassed.
This feeling was so embarrassing, just like when she was a kid and stole her cousin's makeup box on a whim to put on makeup, but halfway through she found a pair of eyes peeping through the window. She was furious, and the eyes disappeared with a smile.
From then on, she was nicknamed "Monkey King" and she vowed to beat Fang Yan every time he met her.
"Miss, are you being unreasonable? Okay, I know you have always been unreasonable. But, there has to be a first come first served order, right?" Fang Yan explained patiently, "He is my opponent. Even if you want to challenge him, you have to line up behind me."
"Who stipulated that we have to queue? I want to challenge him now. I am willing to --- if you are not convinced, hit me."
"-------" This woman is always like this, making it impossible to talk to her properly and all I want is a good fight with her.
Before Fang Yingxiong could even think, "How could Fang Haohan run faster than me?", he heard Fang Haohan shouting "Junior Master" from behind him.
It turned out that it was the junior master-master who came. Fang Yingxiong finally stopped his fat body from running and his huge steps forward with difficulty.
He would have nothing to do if the junior master-master came. Otherwise, if the junior master-master misunderstood and thought that he wanted to snatch the woman from him, he would be in big trouble.
You know, who would want a handsome rival for the woman they like
boom!
It was not until this time that Fang Yan hugged Ye Wenrou and landed on the ground.
"Put me down." Ye Wenrou said.
"You are hurt."
"Put me down." Ye Wenrou became more assertive.
Fang Yan simply ignored him and said to Qianye Bingbu, "The women and children at home are ignorant and have caused you trouble. I'm sorry. I'm afraid of losing and dying, but I'm most afraid of retreating. I will be there on time for the battle of Yijian Peak. Please rest assured."
Fang Yan smiled at Qianye Bingbu, then held Ye Wenrou and walked back the way they came.
Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan looked at each other and followed carefully behind.
Qianye Bingbu stood where he was, looking at the backs of Fang Yan and the others with a worried look on his face.
Qianye Haowu and Qingyin came over, and Qianye Haowu said happily: "Father, you won again."
Yes, his father won again. He had no idea how many times his father had won since he was old enough to understand. Some of the battles he had witnessed, but many of them had become legends.
His father was the Oriental Sword God, a figure deified by Oriental warriors.
Victory is a habit for him, and for Chiba Yoshitake as well.
Chiba Bingbu did not respond, but just stood quietly in the cool breeze and under the moonlight.
"What is the master worried about?" Qingyin asked. Qianye Haowu was still a child after all, but Qingyin's character was more mature and sharp.
"I won, and Japan lost." Chiba Hyobu said. "How can one person's victory offset the defeat of a country?"
"Father-----"
"Master-------"
Chiba Hyobu and Qingyin were both confused, wondering why Chiba Hyobu said that.
If he wins, it means that the East wins, because he is the pride of the East and one of the spokespersons of the East warriors.
How could Dongyang lose
"In Japan, they call me the Sword God. Wherever I go, everyone bows down to me in worship." Chiba Hyobu said in a low voice. He did not feel proud of it.
Qianye Haowu smiled and said, "Father, that is the supreme honor you have earned with your own strength. You deserve it. Father has always been my goal, and it is also the goal of thousands of warriors in the East."
Qianye Bingbu shook his head slightly and said, "That's what I'm worried about. When they see me, they are all silent and worship me as if I were a god. But this is not what I want - I hope they can have the courage to draw their swords against me."
"In the East, there is no one who has the courage to draw a sword against me. In China, I have already met two. Even those two men who dared not look me in the eye were determined to die." Chiba Hyobu said. "The East lost."
"------"
Chiba Yoshitake looked at his father with more love, and Qingyin looked at his master with more respect.
The greatest heroes serve their country and their people. National hatred and family feuds are the future of warriors. Even a man who is the sword god of the East cannot abandon all human desires.
He will love because he loves, and hate because he hates.
Now, he is worried about the young man's willingness to die and is concerned about the inheritance of Oriental martial arts.
Qianye Bingbu turned around and said, "The brave are fearless, let's work together."
Chiba Haowu and Qingyin then discovered that when Chiba Bingbu walked, a tiny hole was faintly visible on the back of his clothes.
With Qingyin and Qianye Haowu's sharp eyesight, they could still see the dazzling red line.
They both took a deep breath at the same time.
"Father, are you hurt?" Chiba Haowu shouted in surprise.
As far as he could remember, his father had never been injured. Never.
"The Sword God is still a human being. How can a human not be hurt?" Chiba Hyobu's calm and free-spirited voice came over.
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Suzaku High School. Villa courtyard.
"Take off your clothes." Fang Yan said.
"No." Ye Wenrou said.
"Take off your clothes."
"No."
"Ye Wenrou, have you noticed? When we talk, we always say the same thing several times----" Fang Yan said helplessly, looking at the arrogant and unreasonable Ye Wenrou.
"I found out." Fang Haohan raised his hand happily, proud of his smart brain and wise vision.
Snapped!
Fang Yingxiong slapped him on the head and cursed, "You idiot, what does this have to do with you? They are just flirting, why are you meddling in it? From now on, shut your stupid mouth."
Ye Wenrou stared at Fang Yan sharply and said, "Fang Yan, don't think you can take advantage of me just because I'm injured. You may not be my opponent in a fight."
"Who wants to fight with you?" Fang Yan said unhappily. "You are injured. You are bleeding. You were slapped by that old pervert Qianye Bingbu. I need to see where you are injured. I need to apply medicine and heal you."
"What does this have to do with you?" Ye Wenrou said disdainfully. She pushed Fang Yan away and said, "Don't put your face too close, I'm afraid it will affect my appetite and aggravate my injuries----"
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
"Ye Wenrou, stop right there!" Fang Yan yelled. He felt like his little universe was about to explode.
What kind of woman is this? Is she still a woman
Can you be affectionate for once? Can you be a little girl for once? Can you be infinitely shy for once
Isn't it said that injured women are the most vulnerable? That old monster Qianye Bingbu clearly slapped her, so why is she still acting so strong
Ye Wenrou turned around abruptly and shouted, "Fang Yan, what did you just say?"
Fang Yan's heroic and majestic demeanor suddenly disappeared, and he said timidly: "I'm asking you to wait a moment - even if you want to leave, you have to take the medicine I gave you as a gift."
He winked at Fang Yingxiong, who quickly ran into the room and took out a bottle of his junior uncle's private collection of medicinal powder.
After thinking for a while, he took out two more bottles, three more bottles-----
"I will tell my mother what you just said when I get back." Ye Wenrou said.
"-------" Fang Yan felt that this woman was really vindictive.
Fang Yan handed the powder to Ye Wenrou and said, "Apply half externally and take the other half with water. It will be fine as long as all the blood clots are discharged."
Ye Wenrou hesitated for a moment, grabbed the medicine bottle, turned around and walked into the darkness.
Fang Yan sent her to the gate of the courtyard and sighed softly as he watched Ye Wenrou walk away.
The two of them always get along in such a weird way. If they don't have a big fight or a quarrel, they don't know what to do.
Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan came over, and Fang Yingxiong said, "Miss Ye saved us. If she hadn't gone in time, Fang Haohan and I would not have been able to come back. She is a good person."
"Ms. Ye doesn't want to stay because she is worried that she will have no place to sleep at night-----" Fang Haohan added.
Fang Yan then remembered something, turned around and looked at Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan with a sneer.
Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan felt uneasy and their legs were shaking.
Fang Yingxiong said quickly: "Master Junior, I think I was injured by the sword energy today. I will go back and apply medicine----"
"I'm sleepy too. Fang Haohan was also quite clever and turned around to run away.
Fang Yan stepped in front of them, his hands flying, slapping Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan on the head, cursing: "You two idiots, leave the fighting to women - what are you two doing running over there? You two uneducated guys, do you know how to write the word death?" (To be continued)