That night, several of Chiba Bingbu's disciples escorted Chiba Bingbu's wife and daughter Chiba Xun to Yanjing.
Chiba Hyobu's wife was named Chiba Chiko, a respectful and gentle woman with a beautiful appearance. Chiba Kaoru inherited her excellent looks from her.
Her attitude towards the Fang family was extremely calm, without anger or joy. After bowing to express her gratitude, she knelt beside her husband's body and wiped his cheeks over and over again with a silk handkerchief.
Qianye Xun bowed to Fang Yan, then knelt together with his younger brother Qianye Haowu to burn paper and incense for their father.
This beautiful and carefree girl looked pale and extremely haggard. It was obvious that her father's death had dealt a heavy blow to her. It was only because of her excellent family education that she was able to hide her weak and worthless tears in front of outsiders.
Guiying and several other disciples became Fang Yan's right-hand men, and they did whatever Fang Yan asked them to do. There was no grudge between the two sides, as if Qianye Bingbu's death had nothing to do with the Fang family.
"It doesn't matter anyway." Fang Yan was lying on the rattan chair where the old drunkard often lay, holding a large bowl in his hand, drinking a bowl of Shaodaozi. He really wanted to drink today, so he naturally came to the old drunkard.
"If you think about it carefully, our Fang family is the one that suffers the most, right? That old sly fellow Chiba Bingbu has lost his confidence in winning, and is worried about the future of the Japanese warriors, so he came up with this crappy trick to help himself and the Japanese-----"
"The Sword God of the East died in your hands. If this news spreads to the East, you will become the public enemy of the East. Our Fang family will also become their enemy. I am afraid that every Eastern warrior has a new goal when practicing swordsmanship: to learn divine skills and kill Qinglong. Tell me, what are we trying to achieve?"
The old drunkard stood in the yard, holding a wine gourd in his hand. He just kept drinking but did not answer Fang Yan's questions.
"Use your own death to awaken the striving spirit of the Japanese warriors, and use your hands to ignite the hatred of the Japanese warriors. We respect him, and I do think he is a good person. But, a good person can plot against others? Why?"
"We didn't get any benefit. He didn't even give me a hundred dollars. But we did so many things for him, and made ourselves a target of the country. Are we good people? We know it's not good for us, but we have to do it. Why do I feel so bad?"
"If I were to find him, he would do the same." The old drunkard said in a dull voice.
He was silent for a long time and then suddenly spoke, which made Fang Yan feel that the voice did not come from his mouth, but that there was another person talking to them.
"Are you so confident?"
"you do not believe?"
Fang Yan thought about it seriously and said, "He is indeed such a person. On the way to pick him up, I suddenly realized something, and then he stood guard beside me, helping me to be alert, worried that I would encounter some danger. If he had taken action at that time, I would have no chance. But I was not worried at all. I am a rather petty guy. When did I trust someone so much?"
"It was his son who was experiencing severe mood swings. He couldn't help but want to attack several times, but was stopped by him with his eyes."
"It should have been me who died," said the old drunkard.
"You've never said something like this before." Fang Yan advised seriously. He didn't want the old drunkard to die, even though he knew that living would be even more cruel to him.
But, there is nothing after death, right
"Before, it was because I felt I still had hope. Just as he said, I hoped I could find myself again and return to my best self, and I hoped she would always be there and never leave - so I kept waiting. But now I'm a little tired of waiting, and I'm tired of drinking. So I want to die. I don't know what death is like, maybe it will be more interesting than living?"
"I don't know either." Fang Yan said. "But if you die, you won't have the chance to prove that you can return to your former glory, and you won't be able to believe that she has always been there and never left. And Shenlong has a hard life. You can't tolerate him cutting your tendons, right? When you have a chance to retaliate, you still have to beat him up in front of everyone. Even if you don't care about all this and let it go, what about me? Have you let me go too?"
"------" The old drunkard pondered over his words for a long time and found that he still didn't know how to answer Fang Yan's question.
What do you mean I even let you go? When did I ever pick you up
"Besides, if he dies, you must live." Fang Yan said angrily, "You owe so much debt, you have attracted the hatred of the warriors of an entire country. If you die, won't they come to seek revenge on me? I am thin-skinned and tender-fleshed, how can I be their opponent?"
"------"
The old drunkard was speechless for a long time.
He stood in the middle of the yard holding the gourd and even forgot to drink the wine.
Snap----
The old drunkard suddenly exerted force and crushed the gourd in his hand into pieces.
He picked up a large jar and gulped down the wine. Then he swung the jar and smashed it at the other jars.
Clang----
The two large vats collided heavily with each other, making a deafening sound.
He picked up the second large vat and smashed it into the other large vat.
Then the third large vat smashed into more large vats.
The clanging sounds were endless.
The old drunkard smashed all the wine jars in the yard, even the new wine he had brewed on New Year's Eve.
"Quit drinking." The old drunkard shouted in a muffled voice, his breath like a sword.
When the old drunkard raised the wine jar and smashed it, Fang Yan understood what he wanted to do.
Obviously, the death of Chiba Hyobu had a profound impact on the old drunkard.
Some people are willing to die to fulfill their wishes. Compared with that, what does the torture I endure matter
However, he did not cheer, let alone help. He wanted to watch the old drunkard smash these wine barrels with his own hands, smash the new and old wine he brewed with his own hands, and smash his current rotten and broken life with his own hands.
He has been addicted for too long and should have been reborn long ago.
Until all the wine jars in the yard were smashed, tiles were broken all over the ground, and the wine was spilled all over the yard. Even the air was filled with the strong smell of Shaodaozi, which made people drunk.
"good."
"good."
"good."
Fang Yan shouted "good" three times in a row, then he jumped up from his chair and said, "I knew this day would come. I've been waiting for this day. I knew you would stand up again. I knew you would soar to the sky. I knew it would be like this."
"The humiliation of one person is better than the humiliation of a family, and the humiliation of a family is better than the humiliation of a country. I know that this battle is said to have the effect of gathering the ambitions of Japanese warriors and stirring up hatred among them - but what is there to be afraid of?" Mo Qingdi ignored Fang Yan's flattery skills and entered into the performance of invincible cheating mode.
"I can challenge thirty-six islands in the East with one sword and fight thirty-six people in the East. I can challenge thirty-six islands in the East with one sword and fight thirty-six people in the East again."
"If I could defeat the Sword God once 20 years ago, I can defeat him again. If I could kill the Sword God once 20 years later, I can kill him again. From now on, no one in the East will dare to call himself the Sword God."
Fang Yan's body was shaking with excitement, unable to control himself.
Listen to this, listen to this, what is heroic spirit? What is heroic spirit? What is a model of pretense
In some ways, Fang Yan is not even worthy of carrying shoes for an old drunkard.
Fang Yan was very excited, yet felt very inferior.
He drank the liquor in the bowl in one gulp, cheered loudly, and said, "A man should be like this."
In order to match the old drunkard's heroic spirit and to cater to the atmosphere at the time, Fang Yan even sang a war song.
This was a song that an old drunkard taught him when he was a child.
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
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Fang Yan sang with a refreshed expression, with his blood boiling, with passion, and with a good feeling about himself.
The old drunkard waited for him to finish singing, and then said with satisfaction: "It's good that you have such ambition. The things I mentioned will be handed over to you in the future."
"--------"
"If I can do it, you can do it too," said the old drunkard.
After saying this, he turned and walked towards the house. From now on, he would no longer sleep on a recliner under the porch or in a corner.
Fang Yan stood alone in the snow, his expression somewhat sad and mournful.
Chiba Hyobu was buried. Guiying brought his master's wife Chiba Chiko, as well as the brother and sister Chiba Xun and Chiba Haowu to thank the Fang family.
After hearing about Qianye Bingbu's deeds, Lu Wan respected this family very much and was full of sympathy for Qianye Zhizi, the woman.
She held Chiba Chiko's hand and said some comforting words. Someone nearby helped translate. Chiba Chiko expressed her gratitude and bowed to Lu Wan again and again. In the end, she bowed so much that Lu Wan dared not speak anymore.
Qianye Haowu stared at Fang Yan fiercely and firmly, bowed deeply to him, and said, "I will definitely defeat you."
Snapped!
Fang Yan slapped Qianye Haowu on the head.
After the beating, he slapped Qianye Haowu's shoulder again and again, with a sad expression and a heavy voice, "You are a good child, don't have too much psychological pressure - your father is gone, but your uncle is still here. I will take on the responsibility and obligation of educating you in the future. I believe that you will be able to become an excellent swordsman. Just like your father."
Qianye Haowu was beaten by Fang Yan until his face turned red, but he couldn't get angry because every word the translator said seemed to be for his own good. (To be continued)