Chapter 392, Qingyun appears under the Qingyun Sword!

It's not good to be too smart.

Fang Yan is good at advocating and taking his friends to force Mr. Gong, and it is not an exaggeration to make a serious mistake for Mr. Yanziwu.

Originally, I wanted to carry a few branches on my back, didn't the ancients play the trick of bearing the guilt?

However, can the man from the swallow dock do this kind of thing? Isn't it an insult to Mr. and himself to carry a few small thorns in the past? Mr. can't do anything to you even if he breaks those thorns, but he wastes his old strength. You do this kind of thing, just to make Mr. angry.

Fang Yan hesitated again and again, and the two dog-headed military advisors Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan were on the side, and finally decided to come over with his sword to apologize.

First, the sword is magnificent on its back and looks murderous. At first glance, it looks like the iron-blooded man of Swallow Dock. Mr. is happy at first sight, and it is easy to be looked at by those little girls and pretty daughters-in-law when walking on the road, which can add points to his appearance.

Second, the sword weighed more than the thorn strip, indicating Fang Yan's sincere determination to admit his mistakes. He doesn't run away, he doesn't fear, and he bravely faces things when he does something wrong. If you want to kill, you have to listen to the respect, and the grandfather then ----No, no, no, no, it is the grandson who is next."

Fang Yan had already carried the sword on his back, and at the critical moment, Fang Yingying asked a question: What if Mr. kills you in a fit of rage?

The third nephew of the Fang family was stunned all of a sudden.

Yes, Mr. suffered such a big loss, and Fang Yan's actions were obviously different from Mr.'s consistent assertion, Mr. was angry and pulled out his sword to kill Fang Yan or cut Fang Yan. So what can I do?

This is a question that has to be carefully considered.

In the end, under Fang Yingying's 'initiative' proposal and Fang Haohan's 'strong' request, Fang Yan had to reluctantly accept this disgraceful ----- decision and use the prop sword they usually used in games.

That kind of sword has a mechanism inside, and the slightest force will break in two. In the past, when Fang Yan and his friends were playing and playing, in order to express their kung fu strength and deep internal strength, they often used this prop sword to attack each other. When the two sides were holding swords and competing for internal strength, the sword in the hand of the little partner suddenly broke into two, one fell to the ground, and the other stabbed into the opponent's abdomen, and the deceased said with a frightened face before he died: You have learned the ---- breaking sword technique?

Fang Yan's face was hot, as if he had been slapped dozens of times in a row.

The scene is really not very good.

Fang Yan hurriedly got up from the ground and explained: "Don't be angry, sir, I'm just joking with my husband---- I have lived in this deserted village hut for a long time, and there are no entertainment activities at ordinary times, Mr. must be bored and lonely." I'm just relieving my husband's boredom. Mr. Funny smiled. ”

The old skin on the gentleman's face twitched, and his eyes stared at Fang Yan with a gloomy expression.

Fang Yan's eyes searched around the room, pulled out an iron sword with ashes from the corner of the wall, and said, "Come, I'll find a new sword, if you want to kill or chop, you will be at your disposal." If you are my husband for one day, you will be my husband for the rest of your life. To be able to die under the sword of my husband, I will die without being shaken. ”

"That's it. The gentleman waved his hand, looked at Fang Yan seriously, and said, "Fang Yan, I understand your intentions." I have my own ideas, but you have chosen your own path after all---- as I just said, there is no right or wrong in this, only suitable and unsuitable. ”

"Whether it is suitable or not, you can only know if you go down. You have taken a step forward with our Swallow Dock, then Swallow Dock can no longer retreat, and others do not allow us to retreat, so we can only move forward vigorously----- since you take the first step with Swallow Dock, then take Swallow Dock and go down. You have a responsibility to do this. ”

"Sir, I'm not suitable, right? I think I'm too rough, and I'm not in shape, I can't bear too much pressure, and I want to turn around and run away when I encounter danger---- or do you want to change another candidate? I think Bai Xiu is good, mature and steady, broad-minded, outstanding, and the most important thing is that the men, women, old and weak of our Yanziwu all obey him, and give him a thumbs up when he is mentioned---- Bai Xiu is much more suitable than me. ”

The gentleman stared at Fang Yan with sharp eyes, and said, "Fang Yan, put away your few flower intestines." Do you think that if you use a broken sword to make me angry, I think you are useless? You have the same temperament as your grandfather Fang Huwei back then. Tempered, not courageous. Ability, less responsibility. Your grandfather has been wronged all his life, and the second half of his life is simply aggrieved, you can't fight for him as a grandson?"

Fang Yan held the dusty iron sword in his hand, sighed softly and said, "Sir, the responsibility is heavy, I'm afraid I can't afford it." ”

"As long as you do your best, who will blame you then?" said the gentleman arrogantly. "If anyone is not satisfied, let him come to me to talk. See if I don't use an iron sword to break his head. ”

'See if I don't have to break his head with an iron sword,' is a phrase that only Mr. can say. No one else dares to say it, and they are not qualified to say it.

Mr. is Mr. Swallow Dock.

The gentleman patted Fang Yan on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead." You are not alone, Swallow Dock will always be your strong backing. As long as I'm alive, I'll support you-----"

Fang Yan was silent and bowed deeply to Mr.

He turned away, generous and tragic.

From today, from this moment on, there is another responsibility on his shoulders#.

It is a responsibility that cannot be seen or touched, but it is so heavy that others cannot breathe.

"This kid ----," the gentleman smiled and shook his head.

"Sir. Bai Xiu appeared in front of Mr. With black hair and white robes, and bare feet, at first glance he looks like a lonely ghost, a madman, and a savage. However, this black hair is too natural and soft, and the white robe is too plain and clean, and the whole person looks polite and polite, which is very easy to give people a good impression.

"I was almost deceived by this hairy monkey again. The gentleman said proudly. "When dealing with this kid, you have to turn your head a few more times---- it's always right to think about everything a few more times. He could kneel in the snow for so long without a word of complaint, but he could not afford this punishment, and he could not afford to take a broken sword out and make a disgrace? This lazy thing, I just won't let him get his wish. No, isn't it true that Sun Monkey can't escape the palm of the Buddha?"

"Sir's wisdom is like the sea, and his little tricks are naturally nothing to hide. Bai Xiu said complimentingly.

"What wisdom is like the sea?" said the gentleman, waving his hand, with a humble face. The longer you live, the more you have a sense of reverence for life. "It's just that I've lived a few years longer than you, seen more, listened more---- and that's it. ”

"Sir, Fang Yan took your Qingyun Sword. Bai Xiu said.

The gentleman was stunned and asked, "When?"

"When I bowed to you with an affectionate face just now. Bai Xiu said.

“-------”

"Sir, do you want to get it back?" Bai Xiu asked.

"That's it. The gentleman waved his hand and said. "With the strength of the good wind, send me to Qingyun---- this Qingyun sword has been with me for decades, and it has never been unsheathed, so I will give it to him, and send him straight into Qingyun. ”

Bai Xiu smiled and said, "Sir really likes Fang Yan. ”

"He took advantage of you and left you speechless, can such a kid not be liked? Smart people really have to take advantage of this world to survive. ”

"yes. Bai Xiu nodded and said. He took the cold sea bowl from his hand, scalded it with boiling water, poured a bowl of hot water and put it in his hand, and said, "Drink less tea, drink more water." You just handed over such an important responsibility to Fang Yan, don't you want to live a few more years to see where he can take Swallow Dock?"

The gentleman patted the back of Bai Xiu's hand and said, "This kid is smart, but smart people are too easy to go to extremes. If Swallow Dock is in danger---- be sure to stop him. ”

"Sir, I understand. Bai Xiu nodded heavily. "Swallow Dock is Fang Yan's Swallow Dock, and it is also my Swallow Dock. ”

The gentleman smiled and said, "The spirit of fighting wits and courage with that kid is tired." Go ahead, I'll lie down and rest for a while. ”

Bai Xiu did not leave immediately, but first helped to light the firewood, helped Mr. lie on the chair, and put a mattress on his body, before closing the wooden door and leaving.

Crunch----

The wooden door was hidden, and the gentleman lying in the chair opened his eyes.

In the light of the fire, his pupils shone with a colorful glow. The eyes are deep and distant, like the endless snowfield outside the hut, and like the starry sky that covers the whole earth.

This is an old man with wisdom and experience.

"These young men -----," he said softly, looking at the fire in front of him, "I hope this is a blessing for Swallow Dock----

Fang Yan held the Qingyun Sword and walked back happily like a thief, but met the woman in black who was pinching a snowball and throwing it into the pool by the pond in front of his house.

The woman grabbed a handful of snow from the snow under her feet, squeezed it hard, and a small smooth ball appeared in the palm of her hand.

She threw the ball toward the ice of the pond, and the ball slid forward on top of the ice.

This is a little game that Fang Yan taught her. Swallow Dock is not a prosperous place, there are no bars and KTV, but the children naturally have their own pickle girls, which is not inferior to the methods of the children in the city.

Fang Yan looked at her back for a while, and felt that it was better not to have any contact with her. Holding the sword, he was ready to pass silently from behind her.

"Are you pretending not to know me or pretending not to see me?" The woman suddenly turned around and looked at Fang Yan who was about to run away with a smile on her face.

(PS: Weekend activities with the little students to get the opportunity to play, congratulations, please contact the book review management!)