"I want to kill your master."
This is what Fang Yan really thinks.
Why did he have such a strong desire? Because he subconsciously believed that the reason why the Fang family had fallen to this point was directly related to the old drunkard Mo Qingdi being cut by the dragon. It could also be said that that was the fuse.
If the old drunkard still remains the same as never to underestimate his enemies, who would dare to bully or provoke the Fang family
If the old drunkard still continues to be a man who never underestimates his enemies, who would dare to kill Fang Yixing and want to destroy Fang Yan's family
If the old drunkard still did not underestimate his enemies, Fang Yan's living conditions should not be so difficult and dangerous now, right
Just like the scenes often played out in TV dramas, the hero's family is a wealthy family, but his father, the head of the family, was killed by someone. From then on, the family's financial situation plummeted and they were bullied and looked down upon. The hero's anger soared and he began to work hard to avenge his father.
Fang Yan is the male protagonist in another melodrama.
Some people can take people's heads from thousands of miles away, while others can kill their masters while chatting and laughing.
After hearing Fang Yan's words, Zhang Jianjun and Gongsun Qi's faces changed drastically.
Zhang Jianjun looked at Fang Yan with a serious expression and said, "Fang Yan, be careful with your words. Senior Shenlong is a national treasure. You must not attack him with words."
Fang Yan said with a smile: "He is a national treasure, so you can't even scold him now? Back then, Qinglong Moqingdi was also a national treasure, right? Even the leader took special care of him at that time, right? What happened? Didn't he still have his tendons cut? You only hear the newcomers laughing, but never the old ones crying - this is the country's attitude towards those old people who have served the country?"
Zhang Jianjun shook his head and said, "The situation is different. They were a fair challenge at that time-----"
"I didn't say it was an unfair challenge." Fang Yan said seriously. "When I challenge the dragon, I hope that Brother Jianjun can be a witness for us-----"
People who practice martial arts value the relationship between master and disciple the most. A master is like a father who is willing to pass on his skills and impart knowledge to him. Gongsun Qi is no exception.
Hearing Fang Yan's words about killing his master, Gongsun Qi sneered and said, "Sitting in a well and looking at the sky, it's really ridiculous. You can't even defeat me, and you still want to challenge my master----I'm afraid you can't withstand the power of my master's sword? I know why you hate my master so much, it's because he injured your senior brother Mo Qingdi. Mo Qingdi was invincible at his peak, but he was still defeated by the master's rabbit-head sword, not to mention you who are still so young----"
"Alright, alright." Zhang Jianjun waved his hand and said, "Don't start arguing as soon as you two meet. Please take your seats. We have business to discuss."
Fang Yan's expression changed very quickly, and he said with a smile: "The guest should follow the host's wishes. I will follow Brother Jianjun's arrangements."
Gongsun Qi has always been like an iceberg, with a stern face since we met, so no one knows what his mood is at the moment.
Under Zhang Jianjun's arrangement, Fang Yan and Gongsun Qi sat on his left and right sides respectively.
When Li Mingyun saw the guests arrive at the table, he quickly turned around and went out to tell the restaurant to serve the food.
The dishes are all home-cooked dishes. The ingredients are not surprising, but the cooking methods are very exquisite.
Zhang Jianjun looked at Fang Yan and Gongsun Qi and said, "I heard that people in Jianghu love wine. I wonder if you two are in the mood to have a few drinks? How about the three of us drink some white wine?"
"If we don't agree, let's not drink." Gongsun Qi refused directly.
Fang Yan also looked at Zhang Jianjun with a smile and said, "I do like wine, but that depends on who I drink with. When friends meet, how can we not drink? How about I drink a couple of glasses with Brother Jianjun?"
Zhang Jianjun nodded and said, "Okay. Let's drink one bottle each, half a catty each. I don't dare drink too much because I have to go back to serve the leader after dinner."
"I understand." Fang Yan said.
Gongsun Qi didn't drink, nor did he move his chopsticks, as if he had no appetite for the food on the table.
Fang Yan and Zhang Jianjun drank three cups in a row, finishing most of the bottle of white wine.
Fang Yan smiled and said, "Brother Jianjun has a good alcohol tolerance."
After a few drinks, Zhang Jianjun's favorable impression of Fang Yan increased greatly. Although he was concerned about Gongsun Qi's identity as a disciple of the Dragon God, he felt that this guy who liked to act cool and show off had a low EQ and looked like an idiot. He smiled and said, "He was a military man back then, and was later asked by the chief to work with him. The chief was the head of the Iron Blood Corps, and he led his brothers to conquer one mountain after another. Until now, he still likes to ask the military to bring some talents to work with him. He always said that the army is hard, and there are too few opportunities. Many talented young people don't have the opportunity to make a name for themselves. "
Fang Yan raised his glass and said with respect, "To the Commander."
"Cheers, Commander." Zhang Jianjun clinked glasses with Fang Yan again.
Gongsun Qi also wanted to "toast to the chief", but the two men didn't even call him, and he was too embarrassed to go over with the teacup in his hand, so he had to suppress his dissatisfaction in his heart.
After drinking a bottle of wine, Zhang Jianjun's face turned slightly red, but Fang Yan looked like nothing happened.
Zhang Jianjun laughed loudly, patted Fang Yan's shoulder vigorously and said, "I heard you chatting with the chief, saying that the children in Yanziwu measure their drinking by the bucket. At that time I thought you were bragging, but now it seems that it is true."
Fang Yan smiled modestly and said, "Sir, you are really good at bragging. You can blow the bull up into the air in one breath----"
"I know Brother Fang Yan didn't drink well today, let's get together some other day. However, I asked you two to come here today because there is an important matter that requires your help-----"
"What's the matter?" Fang Yan asked. Gongsun Qi also looked over with curiosity.
Zhang Jianjun smiled and said, "This matter is too confidential. This is not the place to discuss it. The main reason I asked you two to come out this time is because the leader has instructed that you two will be responsible for this mission separately. Let's have a meal and get to know each other first, so that you can cooperate tacitly when carrying out the mission in the future."
Fang Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Jianjun, didn't you investigate before? The two of us - I want to slap him to death right now, and he wants to stab me to death with a sword. Under such circumstances, how could the two of us cooperate tacitly?"
Zhang Jianjun's face turned serious, and he said, "Which is greater, personal hatred or national hatred? If you can't distinguish between personal hatred and national hatred, and delay national affairs because of internal strife, who do you think will be blamed in the end?"
"-----" Fang Yan and Gongsun Qi looked at each other, and both remained silent.
Zhang Jianjun's expression eased a little, and he said, "You are both the best talents in the country, one is from Yanziwu, and the other is from Xuanbu - one is the civilian souls, and the other is the official elite. There will be too many things that need to be coordinated between these two places in the future, and you two must distinguish the priorities."
Fang Yan nodded confidently and said, "Brother Jianjun, don't worry. I will actively cooperate and try my best to complete the task. As for whether my teammates will betray me, it is hard to say."
Gongsun Qi looked disdainful and sneered, "People who speak nicely usually don't do nice things-----"
"Don't gossip in front of our big brother Jianjun. There are many people in government departments who speak nicely. Don't they all do nice things?"
"You deserve to die----"
Gongsun Qi suffered a great loss in words and wanted to draw his sword.
Zhang Jianjun waved his hand and said, "Now you two know each other. Wait for the mission notification. Someone will contact you when the time comes."
After saying that, Zhang Jianjun pushed the chair away, stood up and left.
When he reached the door, Zhang Jianjun stopped again, turned around and looked at Fang Yan and Gongsun Qi and said, "I've already paid for the tea and meal. If you break anything like tables and chairs, you'll have to pay for it yourself - just a friendly reminder, the things in here are really not cheap."
After saying that, he left with a big laugh.
Fang Yan and Gongsun Qi sat there, staring at each other, looking like they might draw their swords at any time.
After a long while, Gongsun Qi looked at Fang Yan and asked, "Are the things in here very expensive?"
"It doesn't look cheap." Fang Yan said.
"Do you have money?"
"No."
Crash----
Gongsun Qi stood up, looked at Fang Yan with cold eyes, and said: "In this case, let's fight again another day----"
"It's settled then." Fang Yan said.
Gongsun Qi snorted coldly, then pushed the door and left in an extremely casual manner.
Fang Yan sat there, thinking about his own thoughts.
Gongsun Qi appears, so what about his master, the Shenlong Xiao Buxiao
He cut the tendons of the old drunkard Mo Qingdi's hand, so he should be worried that the Fang family would come to take revenge? Did he notice him
Also, Zhang Jianjun, knowing full well that his Fang family had a grudge against Shenlong, still set up a scheme to pull himself and Gongsun Qi together. What exactly did he want to do? Was this his intention, or the intention of the old man behind him
"I can't figure it out." Fang Yan drank the remaining drop of wine in the cup and muttered to himself, "I really can't figure it out."
When Zhang Jianjun returned to Yinzhen Villa, the old man was sitting at the table practicing calligraphy.
Zhang Jianjun diligently ran to make a cup of tea for the old man, and then stood quietly in the distance and watched.
The old man was a soldier, so his calligraphy was not very beautiful and the standard was not very high. But it was powerful and the ink penetrated the back of the paper.
Moreover, every horizontal, vertical and every stroke of his characters were extremely regular and looked neat and elegant, as if they were mimeographed for students to practice writing.
Of course, he himself was also copying calligraphy.
“With ease.”
These are four big characters on Xuan paper. Because they were written with too much force, they look like four big ink blobs at first glance.
After the old man finished writing, he looked at it carefully for a while, shook his head and said, "I have always followed the principle of being at ease in dealing with people and things, but I am not at ease at all when writing. It's too superficial and frivolous. If you put in a lot of effort, the words will be heavy."
"If you don't like it, I can collect it and frame it on the wall of our living room." Zhang Jianjun said with a smile.
The old man threw the brush into the inkwell and said, "If you like it, take it, but don't frame it. If you do that, it's not because the calligraphy is good, but because of the identity of the writer - you must not learn this kind of vulgar custom."
"Yes." Zhang Jianjun agreed with a smile and handed the towel to the old man to wipe his hands.
While wiping his hands, the old man looked at Zhang Jianjun and asked, "Have they met?"
"I have seen him." Zhang Jianjun nodded.
"how?"
"It's on the verge of happening." (To be continued)