When the husband came back with the dung basket, he saw a figure kneeling at the door of his hut in the distance.
His eyes narrowed and he walked over slowly. He poured the pig manure in the manure basket into the manure tank in the backyard, placed the manure basket in a corner outside the house, and then took out a bunch of keys from his pocket to open the lock.
"Sir, I was wrong." Fang Yan straightened his body and said in a deep voice.
The gentleman was deaf and did not hear Fang Yan's words. He opened the copper lock and pushed the door straight into the house.
I took off my outer sheepskin coat and hung it on the wall. I used an aluminum basin to fill a small basin of water from the kettle on the stove to wash my face and hands. My face and hands were steaming, and the chill in my body was also dissipated a lot.
The gentleman opened the old teapot with a hole on the square table, grabbed a handful of broken tea leaves and threw it in. Then he filled the teapot with an antique bottle with "Serve the People" printed on it. There are no complicated steps to make tea, it is simple and crude. When I feel that the tea leaves have a taste, I pour myself a bowl of tea from a large bowl and blow on it gently to drink.
"Sir, I'm here to apologize to you." Fang Yan, who was kneeling at the door, shouted again.
The gentleman had no expression on his face and still pretended not to hear. He stood at the threshold of the hut and drank his big bowl of tea.
"Sir, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your forgiveness." Fang Yan shouted loudly.
The gentleman hasn't spoken yet.
Mr. Fang Yan didn't get up because he didn't speak.
He knew that there were times when it was okay to be lively, but there were also things that had to be serious.
Such as now.
Mr. Fang Yan didn’t speak, and neither did Fang Yan.
One is standing inside the threshold and the other is kneeling outside.
The husband lives in Houcun, which faces the back mountain.
The wild wind is howling, thousands of miles of snow is buried, and the whole world is completely white. Fang Yan became a small dot in this white world.
Mr. Fang Yan was standing drinking tea while Fang Yan was kneeling.
Mr. Fang Yan was sitting and listening to music, while Fang Yan was kneeling.
Mr. Fang Yan was lying down sleeping, while Fang Yan was kneeling.
The husband woke up and got up, washed the rice and washed the pot for cooking. He cut the salted fish into two parts and hung one on the wall and threw the other into the rice pot. He went to the backyard and pulled out a handful of green vegetables and a few spring onions, washed them in ice water and boiled them. Fang Yan was still Kneeling.
The husband ate the salted fish rice, swallowed the few green vegetables, washed the dishes, cleaned the iron pot, poured boiling water into the morning teapot and drank a bowl of hot tea. Fang Yan was still kneeling.
The sunshine that was still warm in the morning disappeared without a shadow by noon.
The stopped snowflakes started to float in a furious way again. The snowflakes were soft, but the chill was hurtful.
Fang Yan stood on his knees in the wind and snow, his hair was messed up by the cool wind, his body was covered in white snow, and even his eyebrows were frozen into ice.
Fang Yan became a snowman.
Just like the snowman they used to build out of ice and snow when they were little, they put a hat and scarf on the snowman to make it look like a living person.
Fang Yan is the most vivid snowman because he is a real person.
While Fang Yan was kneeling, Yanziwu was still as quiet as before.
However, what is different from the past is that the courtyard doors of many homes are open, and there are people standing at the door looking into the distance.
Li family.
An old lady wearing a gray cotton-padded jacket stood at the door and asked aloud: "Is that Fang family baby still kneeling?"
"Kneeling." Li Xiaotian stood behind the old lady and replied with an unbearable expression.
"Alas." The old lady sighed and said to her grandson: "This child has great ambitions, so it is inevitable that he will suffer a little physical pain."
Ye family.
Ye Daowen stomped around in the study, opened the window and asked the servant who was sweeping the snow outside: "Is Fang Yan still kneeling?"
"Kneeling." The servant replied.
Click----
The window was closed again.
The servants looked at each other and then lowered their heads to sweep the floor.
Fang family.
Mr. Fang Huwei did not clamor for plum wine today, nor did he ask Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan to play chess with him.
He was pushed to the window. He did not use the mattress to keep warm, nor did he wear the leather hat he used to keep warm when he went out. His big bald head was even brighter than the white snow outside.
He looked out the window, looking at the plum trees wrapped in straw in the yard.
Suddenly he lost his temper and cursed loudly: "Who wrapped it? Who wrapped it? If you don't experience the wind and snow, how can there be any smell? Remove it. Remove all those straws for me----"
Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan didn't dare to refute, and hurried out to unwrap the straw bundles that had been wrapped just this morning.
At this time, Fang Huwei was murderous, not like a paralyzed man, but like a fierce general who had just come off the battlefield.
Ye Wenwen pushed open the courtyard door, and the old drunkard said without even looking at her: "I'm drunk, you can do whatever you want."
Then he lay down in the corner of the corridor and fell asleep soundly, and heard loud snoring.
Ye Wenwen patted the vat with his palm, and the plaster sealing the mouth of the vat flew off the vat and disappeared without a trace.
She tiptoed, and a large vat in front of her flew into the air.
The wine tank was slightly tilted, and as it fell, a stream of spring water poured down.
Ye Wenwen opened her mouth and sucked in fiercely, her posture was free and unrestrained, arrogant and freehand.
There are still many homes with their courtyard doors open, watching from a distance.
Today in Yanziwu, everyone's eyes were focused on the young man kneeling in the wind and snow.
Fang Yan, he is already a legend in Yanziwu.
The husband drank three bowls of hot tea in a row until the teapot was empty and the tea poured out became darker and darker in color and tasted more and more bitter. Then he put down the tea cup.
He shouted to the outside: "Stop acting and come in."
Click----
Fang Yan stood up from the snow.
Because he had been immobile for so long, a thin layer of ice formed on his knees and calves in the snow. With a slight movement, the ice broke and made a crisp sound.
Click, click, click----
This was the sound of bones all over his body.
The stagnant energy and blood, and the stiff skeleton were relaxed and regained their vitality.
Fang Yan has the heart of Tai Chi to protect his body, so he can always keep the cold from invading.
Bingxue, the body and the heart of Tai Chi become a harmonious whole, and the heart of Tai Chi becomes a communication bridge between Fang Yan and Bingxue. Convert the ice and snow into a kind of energy and transmit it to Fang Yan, allowing Fang Yan to have a gentle and comfortable contact instead of directly experiencing the invasion of the severe cold.
Of course, if you have the inner energy, you can also convert the inner energy into heat to prevent the severe cold from burning the ice and snow. It's just that the heart of Tai Chi lies in nature, and using the inner strength to keep out the cold consumes more energy and energy and is difficult to last.
This is also the reason why the heart of Tai Chi is more valuable compared to other internal methods or energies.
When Fang Yan moved, the snowflakes on his body fell off, the frost on his eyebrows disappeared, and he became a living person of flesh and blood again.
There was an iron sword stuck on his back, with the hilt down and the sword tip up, slung across his back in the style of Su Qin carrying a sword.
Fang Yan walked into the hut, faced his husband and said, "Sir, I'm here to apologize to you."
"What's wrong?" asked the gentleman.
"Fang Yan is young and should not force Mr. Gong to make his own decisions." Fang Yan said seriously.
The teacher looked at Fang Yan and said, "You are not good at making decisions, you have been planning for a long time."
"Fang Yan knows his mistake." Fang Yan lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
"Fang Yan, if you force the palace like this, the whole Yanziwu will be moved because of you - have you ever thought that while you are gaining benefits for Yanziwu, you are also bringing Yanziwu to the eyes of the world. This pair of Yanziwu Is it an advantage or a disadvantage?”
"In ancient times, military power was released with a cup of wine, and cunning rabbits were cooked by dead lackeys, and all the birds were hidden in their bows. When the country was in trouble, we used our swords to relieve our worries. When the country was peaceful, we buried our swords and plowed the fields. We are all warriors, dedicated to practicing martial arts and pursuing the Tao. Isn’t it good to live a peaceful life. To be harmonious and beautiful, to reproduce for thousands of years?”
"Thirty years of fame and fame have turned to dust, and Huangliang's dreams have come to nothing. What are you fighting for? What are you asking for?"
"Sir, I know I was wrong." Fang Yan lowered his head even further.
"You are right." The gentleman shook his head. "Young people, with great ambitions in their chests and blood boiling in their bodies, who don't want to kill the enemy on the battlefield? Who don't want to be famous all over the world? Who don't want to carve stones to record their merits and write their names on the stone tablet at the entrance of Yanziwu Village?"
"My duty is to protect the continuation of Yanziwu's bloodline, so that Yanziwu's loyalty will not change and his martial arts will not decline. So I hope to be low-key and silent. Just like it has been for hundreds of years, I am willing to be forgotten by the world. You chose another path, A road that is aggressive and shows cruelty - there is no right or wrong, but have you thought clearly about which road is more suitable for us at Yanziwu?"
Fang Yan looked up at his husband and said loudly: "I swear on my life that our Yanziwu will remain loyal and our martial arts will never fade. We practice martial arts hard and think about it day and night, just to strengthen our bodies and promote justice. We swear to protect our home and country to the death. , throw your head and shed blood, and those who offend our country will be punished no matter how far away they are."
"Sir, the world is changing, and so are we. I have never thought about whether this path is right or wrong. I only think about the right or wrong of this matter. I am not willing to be aggressive, and I am not willing to be cruel. I just hope we won’t be bullied. I only have such a small ambition.”
The gentleman pondered for a long time, looked at Fang Yan and said, "Now that you have figured it out, how can you apologize?"
"Sir is always a sir. He is Fang Yan's husband, and he is Yanziwu's husband. I have no respect for my superiors, and I have disobeyed you, so I naturally have to apologize." Fang Yan said without changing his expression.
"Fang Yan kneels down," the gentleman said.
Fang Yan knelt down as ordered.
"You have a son, Fang Yan, who has no respect for his elders, acted daringly, disobeyed the teacher, and put Yanziwu in danger." The teacher reached out and pulled out the iron sword from Fang Yan's back, and said, "Three heavy strikes as a punishment."
The gentleman was holding a long sword, and the flat end of the sword struck Fang Yan's head.
clang----
With one strike of the sword, Fang Yan's head was not cut in half, but the iron sword was broken into two pieces.
Fang Yan was so ashamed that he said sheepishly: "I was afraid that Mr. ---- would really kill me in a rage. So ---- so ---- he tampered with the sword."
The gentleman held the hilt of the sword and was stunned for a long time before he said helplessly: "In ancient times, there was Su Qin carrying a sword, but today there is Fang Yan carrying a sword - just go back. Go back. I can't teach you."
(ps: If you think these two young men, Lao Liu and Fang Yan, are pretty good, please vote! Take a bow!) rg
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