Fang Yan held up the banner in his hand and said, "Grandpa, what is this?"
"Who killed your father?" Fang Huwei asked with a gleam in his eyes, staring at Fang Yan with his burning tiger eyes.
"Bai Xiu." Fang Yan said.
"Who is Bai Xiu?"
"He is the master's apprentice." Fang Yan said.
"Why did the master's apprentice kill your father?"
"I have no idea."
"That's why we have to go to you and ask you clearly." Fang Huwei said, "Only if we have a good reason can we be invincible. Otherwise, if you ask about the cause of Bai Xiu's death, how will you answer?"
"I understand." Fang Yan said. The old ones are the wisest. Fang Huwei was worried that Fang Yan would be attacked by the master if he went to seek justice, so he had to build up momentum first.
What kind of momentum? Of course, it was the momentum of the victim avenging his father.
My father was killed by your apprentice. I want blood for blood. I want justice.
First, the fact that Bai Xiu committed murder must be confirmed, and then Fang Yan can be pushed down from the position of "murderer" and made to stand on the side of justice.
In that case, if you want to use justice to pressure others, it won't be so easy.
"When are you planning to go over?" Fang Huwei asked.
Fang Yan put the banner down, picked up the bowl of soup again, and said, "Wait until I feed you this bowl of soup, wait until I have a good meal with my mother, wait until I go to the cemetery to see my father, and I also want to go see Ye Wenrou. I haven't seen her for a long time. I heard that she has been in seclusion recently to break through. I don't know how she is doing now-----There are still many things to do, and that is not the most important thing."
Fang Huwei looked at his grandson with a face full of satisfaction and said, "Don't be confused by anger, don't be blinded by hatred, don't be tempted by interests - you are a good child. More promising than your grandfather, and more promising than your father. There was originally another promising child in the family, but -"
Fang Yan poured a spoonful of ginseng soup over to his grandfather. After his grandfather drank the soup, Fang Yan said in a deep voice: "Grandpa, don't worry. The old drunkard will definitely come back. If he doesn't come back, I will go to the extremely cold place to find him------"
"Don't go." Fang Huwei scolded. "He went to underestimate the enemy. That was his own choice. If he can't return home in glory, then he will die in the snowy land. He has great faith in his heart and has made great aspirations. I won't stop him from going, but you can't go. Don't you understand the nature of underestimating the enemy? If he finds the ice dragon, then he will naturally come out of the extremely cold land. If he doesn't find the ice dragon, even if you go - can you bring him back?"
Fang Yan was silent for a long time, then said, "I just want to go see him, to see if he's alive or dead-----I miss him a lot."
Fang Huwei's eyes were filled with moisture and his mouth was filled with hot soup, so his voice was a little unclear. He said, "The whole family has a stubborn temper----"
Fang Yan is back, and the happiest person is Lu Wan.
She ordered the kitchen to prepare Fang Yan's favorite dishes, such as sweet and sour pork, hot pot, braised pork elbow, bighead carp caught from Shihezi with red and green peppers as double fish head, and stir-fried flying dragon fish caught in the back mountain-----
Parents all over the world hope that their children have an iron stomach so that they can eat all the delicious food they prepare.
Fang Yan was going to visit his father. He had been away from Yanziwu for several months and had not seen his father for several months.
Lu Wan carried a small basket and held Fang Yan's hand as they walked towards the cemetery on the back mountain.
Ever since Fang Yan grew up, Lu Wan no longer held her son's hand wherever they went like she did when they were little.
Ever since Fang Yixing died in battle, Lu Wan liked to hold her son's hand wherever she went - subconsciously, he was the only support in her heart.
As long as you are a villager of Yanziwu, you can choose a tomb in the back mountain of Yanziwu.
On the steep hillside, Fang Yan held Lu Wan's hand and climbed up carefully.
Along the way, we passed by the tombs of countless ancestors of Yanziwu villagers. There were long-lived elders who died of old age, and there were also young and strong talents who sacrificed their lives for the country in a foreign land.
The old drunkard Mo Qingdi gave his tomb to Qianye Bingbu, and Qianye Bingbu won the respect of everyone in Yanziwu. Therefore, Qianye Bingbu is the only outsider owner of this cemetery----
Chiba Hyobu's tombstone was kept clean, with no weeds or thorns, and fruit and wine glasses were placed on the incense stand in front of the tombstone.
The people of Yanziwu are hospitable. They will not ignore this foreigner. When he comes to visit their relatives, they will always bring him some fruits or a glass of wine.
Fang Yan stopped in front of Qianye Bingbu's tombstone and took out incense and paper money from the small basket his mother was carrying.
"I don't know if the paper money in the human world will become real money in the underworld. If it can be exchanged at the same value, please send me a dream. I will spend a lot of money on you here, so that you can live a life of luxury in the underworld. If you feel bad about it, try to find me some winning lottery tickets or stocks that are sure to hit the daily limit. It will be good for you, me and everyone else."
Thinking of the elegance of Qianye Bingbu's wide robe and big sleeves, the great battle on the top of Yijian Peak, and his selfless rescue when the arsenal was suddenly attacked, Fang Yan's expression was filled with sadness.
He bowed deeply to Qianye Bingbu's tombstone and said, "The greatest hero is one who serves his country and his people. You have done that for your people. Your people will definitely remember you. -----Also, I want to discuss something with you. Next time you want to cheat someone, can you cheat someone else instead of me? Ever since you ran to my Yanziwu and died in battle, do you know how many Japanese warriors have come to trouble me?"
Lu Wan looked at Fang Yan with worry in her eyes. Fang Yan smiled at her and whispered in her ear: "Lie to him, make him feel guilty about me and give me some compensation----"
"You kid----" Lu Wan said angrily.
She clasped her hands together and muttered something to Qianye Bingbu's tombstone. Fang Yan knew without guessing that his mother was saying something like "Child's words come true" and asking Qianye Bingbu not to argue with Fang Yan and to keep him healthy. A mother would not allow any danger to fall on her child, even if it was a dead person.
Go further and up a slope, and you will find Fang Yixing’s tomb.
This cemetery was chosen by the old man of the Li family in the village after spending a lot of time using the compass and pinching his fingers. It is said to be the "land of dragon eyes". If the dead are buried here, their descendants will be smart and open-minded.
The cemetery was surrounded by a variety of vegetables and fruits. Peppers and eggplants grew very well, and there were also several pear trees and a persimmon tree. Fang Yixing loved to eat pears and persimmons when he was alive, so his mother Lu Wan specially planted some next to his grave.
Lu Wan took out all the incense, candles, and paper money from the basket and said to Fang Yan, "You stay here and talk to your dad for a while. I'm going to weed the vegetable garden----"
Lu Wan went about her business, and Fang Yan sat down in front of his father's tombstone. He used to sit like this all the time, for the whole day.
Fang Yan lit the incense and burned the paper money. He looked at Fang Yixing's name on the tombstone and said, "I know you want me to come and see you, but you don't want me to come and see you every day. You must have been unhappy staying by your side every day in the past few years, right? You always said that men should be independent, brave, hardworking, knowledgeable, and outstanding. I used to think you were nagging and that those things were too far away from me. Now I think what you said makes sense, because I have already achieved what you said."
"I went a little late, so you couldn't tell me who killed you. I also don't know what you said to Bai Xiu, but I won't believe a word Bai Xiu said to me. Of course, he said he killed you, I believe that. I knew he was not a good man. How could a good man look like him?"
Fang Yan unscrewed the bottle, gulped down a big mouthful, and said, "You don't like wine, so I won't pour this wine for you. When I was young, you didn't allow me to drink either. When I got drunk with the old drunkard for the first time, you punished me to stand on a wooden stake for a whole day. Now that you're gone, I have the right not to give you wine."
"What should I say to you?" Fang Yan said with a smile, holding the bottle of wine. "I was too embarrassed to speak in front of your tombstone before, because I felt it was too embarrassing for me to be your son. I learned kung fu for so many years, and I was thinking about saving this and that all day, but I couldn't even save my own father. Do you know why I suddenly talked a lot today? You must have known that no matter you became a ghost or a god, your ability must be getting bigger and bigger. You know everything about the outside world clearly. You should have known that I avenged you, right?"
"I killed Bai Xiu." Fang Yan took another sip of white wine, and said with a mouthful of alcohol: "It was not easy. Bai Xiu was too insidious. I didn't expect that his swordsmanship had reached such a horrifying level. If I hadn't made a breakthrough at the last minute, I would have been cut in half by him. However, I defeated him in the end. In the past, people often said that Bai Xiu was the number one of the younger generation in Yanziwu. I didn't even bother to refute this statement. The facts have proved everything. Your son, I am the number one of the younger generation in Yanziwu."
Fang Yan wiped his red eyes with his sleeve and said in a hoarse voice: "I used to think that people live for themselves - but now I really hope you are still alive, and you can be proud of every achievement of mine."
"You live, and I live for you." (To be continued)