Xiaobai is the rabbit raised by Fang Haohan.
It likes to eat green vegetable leaves and corn fragments, and has a very bad habit of drinking, especially the liquor from the old drunkard's yard.
Whenever it was Fang Haohan's turn to serve food or soup to the master or to help the master clean up the yard, he would bring Xiaobai over to have a bite. At that time, he could drink the Shaodaozi in the yard as he pleased, and every time he would lie on the ground drunk, and be carried back by Fang Haohan like a little drunkard.
Today was the same as usual. Fang Haohan came with Xiaobai in his arms to clean up the house for his master. He also gave the alcoholic Xiaobai a small dish of Shaodaozi to celebrate the fact that it had grown another year older. Suddenly, he saw Qianye Haowu standing at the gate of his master's yard.
Fang Haohan's face was full of vigilance. He immediately rushed to the gate of the yard, stared at Qianye Haowu and shouted: "Qianye Haowu, what are you doing here?"
Seeing that Fang Haohan was full of hostility towards him, Qianye Haowu immediately showed a posture as if he was ready to fight back at any time.
"Alright, alright." Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "Why are you pretending to be loyal and filial? I'm standing here. If they want to do something bad, can I let them in?"
Fang Haohan laughed, his cheeks sunken in. If all the flesh on his face was cut off, it would weigh less than two taels.
Fang Haohan walked up to Fang Yan and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Junior Master, these two little devils----"
Snapped!
Fang Yan slapped him on the head and said unhappily, "He doesn't understand Chinese, so you don't need to speak so stealthily."
"Oh, then I'm relieved." Fang Haohan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Why did they come to our Yanziwu? Are they looking for trouble? I'll ring the alarm bell at the entrance of the village and ask everyone to come and wrap them up like dumplings - they all ran to our doorstep - ran to our yard, isn't this bullying?"
"Shut up." Fang Yan said. "Do you know what it means to be a hero appreciating another hero?"
"I know. In Fang Yingxiong's eyes, the most awesome person is Fang Yingxiong. This is what heroes appreciate."
Snapped!
Fang Yan slapped Fang Haohan on the head again. It was impossible to explain to these two little bastards.
Fang Haohan dodged with the rabbit in his arms, saying aggrievedly: "I didn't say anything wrong----you know Master's physical condition. They come here to show off their power. Isn't this making Master feel upset? What does Master care about most? What he cares about most is that his meridians are cut off and he can't recover to his previous peak state. If that old guy who plays tricks all day long challenges Master, Master will definitely not refuse with his personality. What is this? A tiger in plain land is bullied by a dog? If he has the guts, he will fight you---"
Fang Yan knew that Fang Haohan was worried about the safety of the old drunkard, and the possibility of what he said was very high. Moreover, didn't the Qianye military unit come all the way here just to finish the battle that was not satisfied that year
If Qianye Bingbu challenged the old drunkard, the old drunkard would definitely not refuse. Just like when Fang Yan encountered Qianye Bingbu's challenge, although he was scared to death, he would not refuse even if he really died.
Some things have nothing to do with life and death, but have to do with dignity.
In the past, old drunkards used alcohol to relieve their worries.
If forced by external forces, I am afraid that the old drunkard will commit suicide to relieve his worries.
Such a proud man, such a glorious hero, has fallen to such a state. Perhaps living is more like a torture than death
However, even knowing the answer, Fang Yan still did not stop the two of them from meeting.
Because, except the old drunkard himself, no one is qualified to make such a decision for him.
For men like that, what they need most is understanding and respect, not protection and sympathy.
Fang Yan looked at Fang Haohan and said, "Is your obstruction useful?"
"No." Fang Haohan shook his head.
"Then stand aside and pray." Fang Yan said.
Fang Haohan stared at Qianye Haowu with a bad look and said, "I have nothing to do anyway, why don't I beat him up? Who asked his father to challenge my master?"
Fang Yan glanced at Qianye Haowu and said, "Whatever."
The person he respected was Chiba Hyobu, and as for Chiba Haowu, he really didn't like him at all. He also knew that Chiba Haowu wouldn't like him either.
If the opportunity arises, this guy might stab himself in the back. Fang Yan was on guard against him.
In the end, Fang Haohan did not challenge Qianye Haowu, because when he was about to do so, he heard the sound of wood breaking in the yard.
"The fight has started." Fang Haohan said anxiously. He hugged Xiaobai tightly in his arms, like a frightened ugly little girl. It is difficult to find a woman uglier than Fang Haohan.
Qianye Haowu also heard the sound. Without taking any time to guard against the possibility that Fang Haohan might attack from behind, he quickly ran to the wooden door and tried to look inside through the gap.
Fang Yan took a step forward and pulled him aside from the door.
If the two men inside were bloodthirsty, this courtyard could be torn down in a matter of minutes. A branch or a leaf flying out of it could kill someone. Qianye Haowu ran to the door and lay down, but he was killed by someone before he knew it.
To be honest, Fang Yan really didn't care about Qianye Haowu's life or death, because he always felt that this guy was too petty and too mean.
However, if Chiba Hyobu came out and found that his son was dead, wouldn't he suspect that he did it? It would be bad if such a misunderstanding arose.
After a few noises, there was no movement in the yard again.
Fang Haohan looked at Fang Yan, and Qianye Haowu also looked at Fang Yan.
Fang Yan's expression was solemn, but he didn't say anything.
He could feel the solemn and murderous atmosphere in the yard, and something seemed to be wrong.
Thinking of all the anomalies that happened when Qianye Bingbu came, Fang Yan had a very bad feeling.
Are these two people trying to fight to the death
Fang Yan became anxious, hesitating whether he should push open the wooden door and force his way in.
Crunch----
The wooden door opened from the inside.
The old drunkard stood at the door, first glanced at Qianye Haowu, then said to Fang Yan: "The Eastern Sword God Qianye Bingbu died in battle."
"Father-----" Chiba Yoshitake had already seen his father's body lying in a snow hole on the ground, and fell over miserably.
Fang Yan's face was gloomy. He felt sad when he saw Qianye Bingbu's peaceful face after his death.
The person who was alive just now has now become a corpse without breathing or heartbeat.
Life is impermanent, that's all.
I remembered their first meeting, their battle at Yijian Peak, how he suddenly jumped up and pushed his body away to avoid the shooting of those flying men, how he stood under the osmanthus tree in the yard in his white robe with wide sleeves, and how he let me stop the car on the side of the road like a child, ran into the wheat field and stepped his bare feet into the cold black soil------
"Father-----" Qianye Haowu stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his father's stomach, but no matter how hard he tried, the bright red blood continued to flow out. Not only from the front, but also from the back. The large pieces of white snow piled up in the yard were melted by the warm blood. The melted ice water and blood water merged together, and more ice water gathered. The ice water soaked Qianye Bingbu's body, like a natural hotbed.
As the blood in Qianye Bingbu's body continued to pour in, the color of the ice water became darker and darker. The whole yard was filled with the smell of blood.
Chiba Yoshitake saw the branch in his father's hand, grabbed the branch and rushed towards the old drunkard who was standing in the corner drinking from a wine jar.
"I'm going to kill you." Qianye Haowu shouted viciously, looking a little hysterical.
He is going crazy!
He has gone crazy!
He had never thought that he would encounter such a thing when he accompanied his father to visit friends in Yanjing. In his mind, the man who was like a god of war, the hero who would never be defeated, would actually lie in a pool of blood like his previous opponents.
How could he die? How could he die
He is the Oriental God of War and his most powerful father.
He has always been cared for and protected by his father. He is proud and arrogant because his father is the Sword God of the East. He also works hard because his father is the Sword God of the East.
He always felt that he still had a lot of time, and under his father's guidance and care, he would be able to achieve the same success as his father, or perhaps even more brilliant success than his father.
But why did my father suddenly disappear
This man took his father away from him. He wanted to kill him. He must kill him-----
Wow-----
He had only rushed halfway when a large jar of wine suddenly poured over his head.
The cold wine soaked his clothes, messed up his hair, and even the white silk tied on his forehead became loose and almost flew away.
The most important thing is that after he was frozen from head to toe, he became sober.
His eyes turned blood red, and he stared at the old drunkard without blinking.
His breathing was rapid, but his body seemed to be immobilized by a spell and he couldn't move at all.
The old drunkard was not angry. He looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You are a lucky guy because you have a great father. You are also a tragic guy because your father is too great."
Chiba Bingbu's eyes were still staring at the old drunkard without blinking, as if he understood what he said, but also as if he understood nothing.
The old drunkard shifted his gaze to Fang Yan and said, "He wants to stay and let his body become a handful of dust of our China. He wants to see the vastness and depth of our China with his eyes, then let him see carefully. He wants to measure the courage and foundation of our China with his feet, then let him measure it carefully."
"Let him wear my shroud, live in my coffin, and be buried in my tomb - with honor."
(PS: Sorry for the late update.) (To be continued)