"Hahaha, you Ye family are just a bunch of cowards. Do you think you can keep winning after winning once? My grandson is a genius. He practices hard every day just to defeat Ye Wenrouxue and to save the shame of last year. If you have the guts, fight with my grandson again----My grandson Fang Yan told me that this time our Fang family will definitely beat your Ye family. Our Fang family will regain the first place on the Qingyun Ranking-----The number one in the inner world should be my grandson Fang Yan-----"
Thinking of a bald old man in a wheelchair roaring in the hall of the Ye family, and everyone in the Ye family was furious but couldn't do anything to a paralyzed old man, Fang Yan felt like he was shaking all over because of anger, and breaking out in cold sweats because of fear.
What a proud family the Ye family is! They have a large population and many talented people. Since the emergence of Ye Wenrou, a martial arts genius that is rare in a century, they have become even more arrogant and domineering. As Fang Yan knows, even the chickens of the Ye family are more proud than those of other families. The people in their family are even more arrogant. Who do they look down on
However, Fang Huwei, the old man of their Fang family, went to the Ye family to provoke them and called them cowards.
He finally understood why Ye Wenrou's eyes were like knives every time she saw him. He also finally understood why every time he and Ye Wenrou competed, the Ye family's mouths were more vicious than each other and they wanted to take some meat from the family members below. He also understood why his grandfather never appeared in every big competition on the grounds of being unwell-----
After understanding the truth of the matter, Fang Yan suddenly felt that the beatings he had received over the years were not unfair at all. Even if he was beaten to death by Ye Wenrou, it was only because of her kindness, rather than beating him into a disability and making him suffer a lifetime of humiliation.
Fang Yan tightly grasped Grandpa Fang Huwei's feet with both hands, for he was afraid that he would lose control and crush his foot bones.
He looked at Fang Huwei with infinite grievance and resentment, and said, "Grandpa----how could you do such a thing? Why didn't you tell me in advance? Do you know how terrible Ye Wenrou is? I have nightmares every night when I think of her-----"
"Of course I know that the girl from the Ye family is powerful, otherwise how could she be qualified to be my grandson's opponent?" Fang Huwei said as a matter of course. Then, his bright eyes were filled with smiles, and he said: "If it weren't for this, there would be no way for our Fang family to force out another genius with the heart of Tai Chi - think about when you realized the heart of Tai Chi?"
Fang Yan pointed to his left leg and said, "Ye Wenrou broke this leg when I was recovering in bed."
"Isn't that right? There is motivation only when there is pressure, there is resistance only when there is oppression, and there is continuous improvement only when there are competitors. If it weren't for Ye Wenrou's existence, if I hadn't shamelessly begged the little girl from the Ye family to beat you up every year, would you have practiced martial arts so hard?"
"-------" Fang Yan opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer this question. It sounded like Grandpa was really doing this for his own good, but why did he always feel like something was not right
Soon, Fang Yan understood the crux of the problem.
He looked at Fang Huwei and said, "If you provoke the Ye family like this, aren't you afraid that they will beat me to death?"
Fang Huwei glanced at Fang Yan and said, "Isn't he still alive?"
"------"
"The path of martial arts is like climbing a dangerous mountain or sailing on a raging sea. It is normal to encounter difficulties, injuries, or even death. Your father - let's not talk about your father, let's talk about underestimating the enemy. He was a genius of his generation, but he was trapped in the devil's barrier and could not extricate himself. He almost became a half-wasted person. Wasn't it also for the pursuit and dedication of a higher martial arts realm?"
"There are countless cases like this, but how many people give up because of this? People can choke to death on rice grains while eating, and can choke to death on water while drinking. What does it matter if we, as passionate men, get hurt or suffer a little? When you enter the realm and reach the other side, you will find that what you have endured before is really nothing."
"Grandpa is right." Fang Yan nodded helplessly.
"So, we owe the Ye family a great favor." Fang Huwei said.
"I'll remember that." Fang Yan said. After being beaten for so many years, he still owed a huge favor to someone - who should he go to for justice
Fang Huwei took a towel and threw it to Fang Yan, saying, "Wipe it off. No need to rub it. Rubbing is useless. Go wash your hands and warm up a pot of wine. Let's have a couple of drinks and talk while watching the snow at night."
"Your body can't drink alcohol, I'll make you a cup of goat milk-----" Fang Yan said.
"Bullshit. Who said I can't drink? If I say I can drink, then I have to drink. Drink milk? Are you cursing?"
"------"
Old naughty boy, old naughty boy, people become naughty boys when they get old. Fang Yan couldn't persuade Fang Huwei, so he asked the kitchen to warm up a pot of plum wine and send it over.
Fang Yan poured a cup for Fang Huwei, who took it and drank it all in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said regretfully, "It's not satisfying. It's not as satisfying as Shaodaozi."
"Just drink it." Fang Yan said with a smile. "I secretly asked someone to warm it up, saying that I wanted to drink it myself. If my mother saw it, she would pull my ears again."
"Hmph, does a woman have to interfere in men's affairs?" Fang Huwei glared and shouted.
After a pause, he sighed softly and said, "Your mother has suffered a lot in our Fang family over the years. Because of this, I am too ashamed to raise my head in front of my old friend. Lu Zheng is a man of integrity. He has never bowed to anyone in his life. His daughter... Alas, it is our Fang family that has let down the Lu family."
"Grandpa and grandma are both very nice. They never said anything about who had wronged whom." Fang Yan said with a smile. When he was in Huacheng, what he heard most was grandpa and grandma blaming the Fang family for letting him practice martial arts, thinking that fighting all day was too dangerous. But they never said how badly their daughter married and how miserable her life was.
Fang Yan knew that his mother Lu Wan didn't have such thoughts. It was just that life was a little dull and she was ridiculed by some neighbors, that's all. What did it matter
"They may not say it, but we must think about it." Fang Huwei said in a deep voice. "They raised their daughter and sent her to our house, so we must ensure that their daughter has good food, good clothes and a good life. Otherwise, how can we live up to their trust?"
"Grandpa is right. Men in our Fang family will never let their women suffer any injustice." Fang Yan knew that Fang Huwei was a male chauvinist, so he followed his lead. "I'm still here, right? I will definitely let her live a good life in the future."
"Yes. The hope of our family lies in you." Fang Huwei said. "Open the window and push me to the window - it's still snowing outside?"
"It's snowing." Fang Yan said. "Let's not open the window, shall we? It's snowing hard and windy. If Grandpa can't handle it-----"
"You are cursing in a roundabout way, kid. I am also a martial artist. Who taught you to underestimate your opponent and have all these skills?" Fang Huwei said with a sneer. "Open the window."
Fang Yan had no choice but to open the window. A gust of cold wind swept in, like a cold knife scraping across one's skin. Snow flakes danced in front of the window, the whole world was covered in ice and snow, and the flowers and plants in the yard all turned into ice sculptures, making people feel happy and cheerful all of a sudden.
Fang Huwei pulled back the blanket, exposing his heart to the snow, and said with a big laugh, "That's great. Pour some wine."
Fang Yan held the small pot and poured wine for Fang Huwei. Fang Huwei drank it all in one gulp, handed the cup over again, and said, "Pour the wine."
Fang Yan held the pot and said, "No, I haven't finished my glass yet. Let's split this bottle of wine in half. Don't try to take advantage of me."
Fang Yan drank the plum wine in his glass in one gulp, poured himself another glass and drank it, then poured a glass for his grandfather and himself, saying, "This is fair."
Fang Huwei laughed loudly and said, "You kid, you won't suffer any loss in front of anyone."
"That's right. You can eat anything, but you can't suffer any loss." Fang Yan said with a smile.
"After drinking two glasses of wine, I finally felt a little bit of warmth and blood in my body. Tell me, which bastard bullied my grandson?" Fang Huwei asked.
Fang Yan thought about it and said, "Actually, it's my fault for meddling in other people's business."
"Since you have intervened, then it is something we should intervene in. There are two kinds of people: insiders and outsiders. There are also two kinds of things: good things and bad things. If someone does evil, then it is something we should intervene in. Otherwise, why do we practice martial arts? What is the point of living?"
"Grandpa's realm is still higher." Fang Yan flattered him and said with a smile: "Someone bullied a girl and wanted to rob her property. I couldn't stand it so I helped solve two small problems, but ended up getting stuck in the quagmire and couldn't get out."
"Even the hanged fisherman has come out. The 'someone' you are talking about is not an ordinary person, right?" Fang Huwei went straight to the core of the problem.
"I know his name is General Ling." Fang Yan said.
"General's order." Fang Huwei's tiger eyes flashed with a frightening brilliance, his expression trembled slightly, and he said, "But should a son be like the general's order?"
Fang Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Even Grandpa knows this sentence? It seems that I have indeed offended an extraordinary person."
"Bah." Fang Huwei cursed, "You are just flattering yourself. Who wouldn't do such a thing? I went to the Ye family and shouted that my grandson Fang Yan is the best in the inner world - you have to really do it."
"------" Fang Yan felt his face burning with pain, as if he had been slapped several times. (To be continued)