Being too smart is not good either.
Fang Yan took the initiative to bring his friends to force the master to abdicate, which was a serious mistake for Yanziwu and the master.
I originally wanted to carry a few branches on my back. Didn’t the ancients play the trick of carrying a twig on their back to ask for forgiveness
But, how could a man from Yanziwu do such a thing? Wouldn't it be an insult to the master and yourself if you carried a few thorns on your back? Even if the master broke those thorns, he couldn't do anything to you, and it would be a waste of his own strength. You did such a thing and made the master angry for no reason.
Fang Yan hesitated again and again, and with the advice of his two military advisors Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan, he finally decided to come over with his sword on his back to apologize.
First, the sword looks impressive and murderous. At first glance, it makes you look like a tough guy from Yanziwu. It makes the gentleman happy when he sees it, and it is easy for young girls and wives to look at him when he walks on the street, which can add points to his appearance.
Second, the sword is heavier than the bramble, which shows Fang Yan's sincere determination to admit his mistakes. He does not escape, he is not timid, he faces up to his mistakes bravely. You can kill me or chop me up, it's up to you, grandpa will take over - no no no, it's my grandson who will take over.
Fang Yan had already carried the sword on his back. At the critical moment, Fang Yingxiong asked a question: What if the master kills you in anger
The third nephew of the Fang family was stunned for a moment.
Yes, sir, you have suffered such a huge loss, and Fang Yan's actions are obviously different from what you have always advocated. In a rage, you drew your sword and killed Fang Yan or cut him into pieces. What should you do
This issue needs to be considered carefully.
Finally, under Fang Yingxiong's 'active' proposal and Fang Haohan's 'strong' request, Fang Yan had to reluctantly accept this dishonorable decision and use the prop sword they usually used in the game.
That kind of sword has a mechanism inside, and it will break into two pieces with a little force. In the past, when Fang Yan and his friends were playing and fighting with each other, in order to show their high kung fu and deep internal strength, they often used this kind of prop sword to attack each other. When the two sides were holding swords to compete with each other in internal strength, the sword in the hand of the friend suddenly broke into two pieces, one fell to the ground, and the other stabbed into the opponent's abdomen. Before the dead man died, he said with horror: You have actually learned the sword-breaking technique
Fang Yan's face felt hot, as if he had been slapped dozens of times in a row.
The current scene is really not very good.
Fang Yan quickly got up from the ground and explained, "Don't be angry, sir. I was just joking with you. You must be bored and lonely living in this deserted village hut for a long time without any entertainment. I just wanted to cheer you up and make you laugh."
The old skin on the gentleman's face twitched, and he stared at Fang Yan with gloomy eyes, as if to say, "Did you see I smiled?"
Fang Yan looked around the room, pulled out a dusty iron sword from the corner, and said, "Come, I'll find another sword. You can kill me or chop me up as you wish. Once you are my master, you will be my master forever. I will die with no regrets if I can die under your sword."
"Forget it." The gentleman waved his hand, looked at Fang Yan seriously, and said, "Fang Yan, I understand your intention. I have my own ideas, but you have chosen the path you want to take after all - I just said that there is no right or wrong, only suitability."
"Whether it is suitable or not can only be known by moving forward. You have already taken Yan Zi Wu forward one step, so Yan Zi Wu can no longer retreat. Others will not allow us to retreat, so we can only move forward. Since you have taken the first step, then you should continue to move forward with Yan Zi Wu. This mission is your responsibility."
"Sir, I'm not suitable, am I? I think I'm too rough in my work, and I'm slick and unruly. I can't handle too much pressure, and I want to turn around and run away when I encounter danger. How about you find someone else? I think Bai Xiu is good. He is mature and stable, broad-minded, and capable. What's more important is that all the men, women, old and young in Yanziwu respect him and give him a thumbs up when they mention him. Bai Xiu is much more suitable than me."
The gentleman stared at Fang Yan sharply and said, "Fang Yan, put away your wicked thoughts. Do you think that I will think you are useless just because you use a broken sword to irritate me? Your personality is exactly the same as your grandfather Fang Huwei's. You have a temper but no courage. You are capable but lack responsibility. Your grandfather suffered grievances all his life, and his second half of life was simply absurd. As his grandson, can't you fight for his honor?"
Fang Yan held the dusty iron sword in his hand, sighed softly and said, "Sir, this is a heavy responsibility, I'm afraid I can't bear it."
"As long as you try your best, who will blame you?" The gentleman said arrogantly. "If anyone is not satisfied, let him come to me to talk. I won't use my iron sword to smash his head."
Only the gentleman could say, "Look, I won't need to use the iron sword to smash his head." No one else dared to say it, nor was they qualified to say it.
A gentleman is a gentleman, the gentleman of Yanziwu.
The gentleman patted Fang Yan on the shoulder and said, "Go. You are not alone. Yanziwu will always be your strong backing. As long as I am alive, I will also support you-----"
Fang Yan remained silent and bowed deeply to the gentleman.
He turned and left, generous and tragic.
From today, from this moment on, he will shoulder another responsibility.
It is a responsibility that is invisible and intangible, but heavy enough to suffocate others.
"This kid----" The gentleman smiled and shook his head.
"Sir." Bai Xiu appeared in front of the gentleman. With black hair, white robe, and bare feet, he looked like a wandering ghost, a madman, or a wild man at first glance. However, his black hair was too natural and smooth, and his white robe was too plain and clean. He looked gentle and refined, and it was easy to give people a good impression.
"I was almost fooled by this monkey again." The gentleman said with some pride. "When dealing with this kid, you have to think a few more times - it's always right to think about everything a few more times. He was able to kneel in the snow for such a long time without a complaint, but he couldn't bear such a small punishment. Why did he have to take out a broken sword to embarrass himself? He just wanted to make me angry, so that I would push him aside and choose someone else to take this responsibility. This lazy guy, I just didn't let him have his way. Isn't it true that Monkey King couldn't escape the palm of Tathagata Buddha's hand?"
"Sir, your wisdom is as vast as the sea. His little tricks will naturally be exposed." Bai Xiu said flatteringly.
"How can there be wisdom as vast as the sea?" The gentleman waved his hand and said modestly. The longer one lives, the more one respects life. "I have only lived a few years longer than you, seen more, heard more -- that's all."
"Sir, Fang Yan took away your Qingyun Sword." Bai Xiu said.
The gentleman was stunned and asked, "When?"
"Just now when I bowed to you with a deeply affectionate look on my face." Bai Xiu said.
"------"
"Sir, do you want to get it back?" Bai Xiu asked.
"Forget it." The gentleman waved his hand and said, "Good wind, take advantage of the power, send me to the blue sky - this Qingyun sword has been with me for decades, never unsheathed, so I will give it to him, and send him straight to the blue sky."
Bai Xiu smiled and said, "Sir, you really like Fang Yan."
"He took advantage of you and left you speechless. How can we not like such a guy? Smart people do have to take advantage of others to survive in this world."
"Yes." Bai Xiu nodded. He took the cold bowl from the gentleman's hand, scalded it with boiling water, poured another bowl of hot water into the gentleman's hand, and said, "Drink less tea and more water. You just handed over such an important responsibility to Fang Yan, don't you want to live a few more years to see how far he can take Yanziwu?"
The gentleman patted the back of Bai Xiu's hand and said, "This kid is smart, but smart people tend to go to extremes. If Yanziwu is in danger, you must stop him."
"Sir, I understand." Bai Xiu nodded heavily. "Yanziwu is Fang Yan's Yanziwu, and it is also my Yanziwu."
The gentleman smiled and said, "I am exhausted from fighting with that boy. You go ahead. I will lie down and rest for a while."
Bai Xiu did not leave immediately. Instead, he helped to light the firewood pile, helped his husband lie down on a chair, put a mattress on him, and then closed the wooden door and left.
Crunch----
The wooden door was closed and the gentleman lying on the chair opened his eyes.
In the light of the fire, his pupils glowed with all kinds of colors. His eyes were deep and far-reaching, like the boundless snowfield outside the hut, or the starry sky covering the entire earth.
This is a wise old man and also an experienced old man.
"These young people--" He looked at the fire in front of him and said softly: "I hope this is a blessing for Yanziwu--"
Fang Yan walked back happily holding the Qingyun Sword like a thief who had succeeded in stealing the sword, but he met the woman in black who was throwing snowballs into the pond at the doorstep of his house.
The woman grabbed a handful of snow from the ground beneath her feet, squeezed it hard, and a smooth little ball appeared in her palm.
She threw the ball onto the ice of the pond, and the ball slid forward on the ice.
This was the little game Fang Yan had taught her. Yanziwu was not a prosperous place, and there were no bars or KTVs, but the kids naturally had their own unique ways of picking up girls, which were not inferior to those of the kids in the city.
Fang Yan looked at her back for a while and decided that it would be better not to have any contact with her. He held the sword in his hand and prepared to pass through her silently from behind.
"Are you pretending not to know me or pretending not to see me?" The woman suddenly turned around and looked at Fang Yan who was about to escape with a smile on her face.
(PS: I got a chance to play a supporting role in the weekend event with Xiaoxiao, congratulations, please contact the book review management!) (To be continued)