"Don't call me senior brother----" the old drunkard said in an unhappy voice.
"Senior Mo-----"
"Get out."
"Okay, old drunkard, do me a favor, and only you can do me this favor - I'll bring someone to see you." Fang Yan put forward his request directly.
"who?"
"Chiba Military Department." Fang Yan said.
If Fang Yan is a lucky man, then Qianye Bingbu is a very unfortunate person.
He traveled to China to ask for advice, originally planning to display his unique skills and promote the power of the Oriental Sword.
No one expected that the person he inadvertently challenged - a young man who was originally unknown - would actually defeat him.
His feet had barely touched the dust, his sword had not yet been stained with blood, but he had already lost to someone he should not have lost to.
The challenge journey was stranded and the sword god lost face.
However, in the battle of Yijian Peak, Fang Yan was still shocked by Qianye Bingbu's mighty and strange swordsmanship. Most importantly, when the danger suddenly appeared in the arsenal, he risked his life to save Fang Yan and used his body to knock Fang Yan away, helping Fang Yan avoid the first round of artillery bombardment from the arsenal.
His swordsmanship won Fang Yan's respect, and his character won Fang Yan's respect.
The Oriental Sword God is worthy of his reputation.
After the war, Fang Yan brought Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan to visit. Qianye Bingbu was calm and did not show any sign of dejection. He just made a request to Fang Yan: let him meet Mo Qingdi.
Fang Yan agreed.
It was a request that was hard to refuse.
Whether from his point of view or from Mo Qingdi's point of view, he could only agree.
The old drunkard fell silent, gently stroking the wine gourd in his hand.
Chiba Hyobu, his old friend. He wants to come to see him
It sounded like a voice from far away, and also like a human tragedy and comedy.
At that time, Mo Qingdi was as bright as a star and as blazing as the sun. He was the most promising and talented warrior in Yanziwu, and the most watched number one on the Dragon and Tiger List in the inner martial arts world. The three dragons and seven tigers kept China peaceful.
At that time, Mo Qingdi was one of the three dragons.
At that time, Mo Qingdi was the center of everyone's attention.
At that time, Mo Qingdi beheaded 300 people in a rage. At that time, Mo Qingdi had almost no rivals in China.
At that time, Mo Qingdi felt that nothing in this world could hold him back from moving forward. At that time, Mo Qingdi felt that nothing in this world could stop the three-foot-long sword in his hand.
It was also at that time that Mo underestimated the enemy. He traveled to the East with a sword and swept across the Thirty-six Islands of the East alone. In the end, he fought with Chiba Hyobu at the Eight Snake Mountain.
Mo Qingdi is the Azure Dragon of China, and Qianbing Bingbu is the rising sword god of the East. The two fought for a day and a night, but it was difficult to tell who would win.
Qianye Bingbu was not convinced and wanted to fight again. Mo Qingdi only replied with two words: childish.
At that time, Mo Qingdi could call the Oriental Sword God childish without any scruples.
It was precisely because of that childish remark that Chiba Hyobu came to his senses. He knew that he had already lost.
Lost in mentality, also lost in artistic conception. From then on, he studied swordsmanship day and night, and came to China again.
He came to see Mo Qingdi, he wanted to renew the great battle of that year, and put a complete end to the grudges between them.
Fang Yan looked at the old drunkard and said in a deep voice: "Actually, I hope you refuse."
"Old wine and old friends are the most difficult to refuse. He is a proud man and a man worthy of respect." The old drunkard's mind was still not recovered, and his voice was still floating. "Tell him that I will be waiting for you at Yanziwu at any time."
After receiving the old drunkard's affirmative answer, Fang Yan suddenly lost interest in talking.
He felt that he was also a martial artist, but sometimes he completely didn't understand what the martial artists were thinking.
He stood up, brushed off the snow on his body, and said, "It's getting late, go back to bed."
The old drunkard seemed not to hear Fang Yan's words, still lazily lying on the bare recliner. With a sip of wine and a glance of worry, his thoughts merged into this boundless and vast land.
That year, there was also snow and wind all over the capital.
Two dragons fought at Xuanwu Gate. Qinglong's meridians were severed and he died in the battle.
And his opponent was named Dragon God.
With the strong and surging liquor in my mouth, I felt sad and bitter.
He is no different from Chiba Hyobu; they are both the wave in front of them that is pushed forward by the wave behind them.
From outside the courtyard wall, Fang Yan's untuneable singing could be heard:
Blood boiling
Blood boiling
Like the waves in the river
Like the waves in the sea
Always stirring in my heart
Just because the shame has not been avenged
Outrage
Hot Blood
Hot Blood
Like a flame
Red like the rising sun
Always surging in my heart
Get up quickly to eliminate the harm
Serve the country
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"Get up quickly, eliminate the harm to yourself, and serve the country with loyalty."
"Get up quickly, eliminate the harm to yourself, and serve the country with loyalty."
"Get up quickly, eliminate the harm to yourself, and serve the country with loyalty."
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Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Fang Yan sang this last sentence over and over again.
Each time is more exciting and passionate than the last.
The sound was frozen by the heavy snow and blown away by the strong wind, going straight into the sky and reaching all over the world.
The old drunkard's body was slumped in the recliner, his eyes closed, motionless.
He was drunk again!
Every day is a fresh day, and there will be surprises every time you open your eyes.
When Fang Yan opened his eyes, he saw Fang Yingxiong's fat face so close to him. He resisted the urge to punch him and said unhappily, "Could you please brush your teeth after getting up next time? Do you know that you have a bad breath?"
"Uncle Junior, did you go for a walk with Miss Ye yesterday?" Fang Yingxiong asked in surprise. This surprise was very well expressed, showing his surprise at the incident and his infinite admiration and respect for Uncle Junior Fang Yan - acting is really a technical job.
"So what?" Fang Yan felt that Fang Yingxiong's face looked a little friendlier. "Isn't this a very normal thing?"
"You can't say that. Besides Junior Master, who else in Yanziwu is qualified to go out for a walk with Miss Ye? We have been in Yanziwu for so many years, and we have never heard of Miss Ye going out for a walk hand in hand with any man?" Fang Yingxiong said proudly. "Fang Haohan and I went to the city to buy New Year's goods yesterday. When I came back today, I heard about this matter and came over to say congratulations to Junior Master."
"Just for this? You're really surprised. Please move your head back----" Fang Yan pushed Fang Yingxiong's head away, lifted the quilt and jumped up from the bed.
"It's not just this." Fang Yingxiong said with a smile. "Jiang Qin called me and said your phone couldn't be reached. She was looking for you urgently and asked you to call her back."
"Jiang Qin?" Fang Yan just remembered that she had promised Jiang Qin to contact her after the winter break. She and Yuan Lin would not rush back to Huacheng after the break, but would wait for him in Yanjing to accompany them to visit Yanjing City.
Fang Yan looked everywhere for his phone, but found that it was missing.
"I called many times, but the phone was turned off," said Fang Yingxiong.
Fang Yan thought seriously for a long time and said, "I don't know if it fell in the bamboo forest or in the snow yesterday. It's also possible that it was lost when we were playing snowballs with them. Forget it, lend me your phone."
Fang Yan took Fang Yingxiong's phone and asked, "How did Jiang Qin get your phone number?"
Fang Yingxiong said embarrassedly: "I think she is pretty, so I want to take her as my sister----"
"She agreed?"
"without."
"Why?"
"She said she was your sister, and she was worried that others would mistake me for her brother. Forget it, let's not talk about these sad things." Fang Yingxiong said sadly. He was also very handsome, so why couldn't he be liked by girls like Junior Master? What went wrong
Fang Yan quickly dialed Jiang Qin's mobile number, and Jiang Qin answered quickly, shouting in surprise: "Teacher Fang, is that you?"
"It's me." Fang Yan could sense the joy in her voice and said with guilt, "Jiang Qin, I'm so sorry. I said I'd look for you when I got back. I've been very busy since I got back."
"I know. I understand." Jiang Qin said comfortingly. "You haven't been home for such a long time. You must have a lot of things to do. We don't blame you at all."
"You? You and Yuan Lin?"
"Yes. Didn't we agree that we'll wait for you at school after the holiday? Do you have time now?"
"Yes." Fang Yan said. Although he avoided Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin a little, and felt that the way these two girls looked at him was a little strange. But in his eyes, they were just two children. They came to Yanjing from the distant Flower City to study, and as an elder, he had the responsibility to take care of them on behalf of their parents. "Where are you? I'll go find you."
"Really? When are you coming?" Jiang Qin asked excitedly. Yuan Lin's cheering voice could also be heard on the phone.
"Let's go now." Fang Yan calculated the time and said, "Shall we have lunch together at noon?"
"Okay, okay. Yuan Lin and I will be waiting for you at school. Give me a call when you are almost there and we will pick you up at the school gate."
"See you later." Fang Yan said.
After hanging up the phone, Fang Yan saw Fang Yingxiong looking at him pitifully.
"Hero, let me borrow your phone for a day. I'll return it to you after I buy a new one." Fang Yan put Fang Yingxiong's phone directly into his pocket.
"No problem, no problem. Junior Master can take it anytime you want. It doesn't matter how long you use it. Junior Master, actually I don't have any plans today." Fang Yingxiong looked at Fang Yan with a big smile on his face, and his meaning was quite obvious.
"No plans?" Fang Yan thought for a moment and said, "Then you can just sweep the snow at home. Sweep all the snow in the front and back yards to save the inconvenience of walking."
"------" (To be continued)