Chapter 422, smash the cylinder and quit drinking!

That night, several disciples of the Chiba Military Department escorted the wife and daughter of the Chiba Military Department to Yanjing.

Chiba Bingbu's wife is named Chiba Childe, a deferential and gentle woman, with a beautiful appearance, and Chiba Kaoru's excellent appearance is inherited from her.

She treated the Fang family with an extremely calm attitude, no anger or joy, and after bowing and thanking him, she knelt next to her husband's corpse and wiped his cheek over and over again with a silk handkerchief.

Kaoru Chiba bowed to Fang Yan, and then knelt down with his younger brother Kaoru Chiba to burn paper and incense for his father.

This beautiful and carefree girl was pale and looked unusually haggard. Obviously, her father's death hit her hard. It's just because of her excellent tutor that she put away her weak and worthless tears in front of outsiders.

The ghost shadow and several other disciples became Fang Yan's right-hand men, and Fang Yan did whatever they wanted. There was not the slightest hint of mustard between the two sides, as if the death of the Chiba military department had nothing to do with the Fang family.

"It doesn't matter in the first place. Fang Yan was lying on the rattan chair where the old drunkard often lay down, holding a large bowl in his hand, burning knives one by one. He really wants to drink today, and if he wants to drink, he naturally comes to the old drunkard.

"Calculate carefully, our Fang family is the one who suffers the most, right? The old slippery head of the Chiba Military Department, he lost his heart to win, and he was worried about the future of the Oriental warriors, so he came up with such a tattered move to fulfill himself and fulfill the Oriental -----"

"The Toyo Sword God died at your hands, and if this news reaches Toyo, you will become a public enemy of Toyo. Our Fang family has also become their enemy---- I am afraid that every Oriental martial artist has a new goal when they practice swords: to learn divine skills and kill the dragon. You say, what are we going to do?"

The old drunkard stood in the courtyard with a wine gourd in his hand. just kept drinking, but didn't answer Fang Yan's questions.

"Use your own death to awaken the spirit of the Oriental warriors, and use your hands to ignite the hatred of the Oriental warriors---- we respect him, yes, I do think he is a good person. But a good person can be a yin person?

"We didn't get any good, he didn't even give me a hundred dollars. We have done so many things for him, erecting ourselves as a target for the country---- is this a bad person? We know that this is not good for us, but we can't do it---- we have to do it. Why is it so ---- in my heart?"

"If I had found him, he would have done the same. The old drunkard said in a dull voice.

He was silent for a long time and suddenly made a sound, making Fang Yan feel that the voice was not coming from his mouth, but that there was another person talking to them.

"You're so confident?"

"You don't believe it?"

Fang Yan thought about it seriously and said, "He is indeed such a person. On the way back to pick him up, I suddenly felt something, and then he was on guard carefully, helping me to keep watch, worried that I would encounter any danger----- if he made a move at that time, I would not have any chance. However, I was not worried at all. I'm a more cautious guy, when did I trust someone so much?"

However, his son's mood swings were serious, and he couldn't help but want to make a move several times, but he stopped him with his eyes. ”

"I was supposed to die. The old drunkard said.

"You've never said anything like that before. Fang Yan persuaded seriously. He didn't want the old drunkard to die, even though he knew it would be cruel to him to live.

But when you die, there's nothing left, huh?

"It used to be because I thought I still had hope. As he said, I hope I can get back to my best, I want her to be there all the time---- so I've been waiting. But now I'm a little tired of waiting, and I'm tired of drinking. That's why I want to die. I don't know what it's like to die, maybe it's more fun than being alive?"

"I don't know. Fang Yan said. "However, if you die, you won't have a chance to prove that you can return to your original glory, and you can't believe that she has never left----- and Shenlong's hard work, he can't bear to break your tendons, right? Even if you don't care about all this, you let it go. What about me? Have you even let me go?"

"------" The old drunkard pondered 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, and when have I ever picked you up?

"Besides, if he is dead, you must live. Fang Yan said angrily: "You owe such a lot of debt, you have pulled a country's martial arts hatred value---- if you die, won't they have to come to me for revenge?

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The old drunkard was silent for a long time.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard with a gourd, he forgot to drink the wine.

Click----

The old drunkard suddenly slammed his force, and the gourd in his hand was crushed into pieces.

He lifted a vat and poured it down, then picked it up and smashed it into the other vats.

Bang dang----

The two vats slammed into each other with a deafening sound.

He picked up the second vat and smashed it into the other.

Then a third vat smashed into more vats.

The sound of clanging is endless.

The old drunkard smashed the entire yard of wine tanks clean, and even the new wine he brewed on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve was broken.

"Quit alcohol. The old drunkard exhaled like a sword and shouted in a muffled voice.

When the old drunkard lifted the wine vat and smashed it, Fang Yan understood what he wanted to do.

Obviously, the death of the Chiba military department touched the old drunkard greatly.

Someone who does not hesitate to die in order to fulfill his wish is nothing compared to this little torture he has suffered?

However, he did not applaud, let alone help. He wants to watch the old drunkard smash these vats with his own hands, the new and old wine he brews with his own hands, and the rotten and tattered life with his own hands.

He has been indulging for too long, and he should have been reborn a long time ago.

Until all the wine vats in the courtyard were broken, the tiles were shattered, and the wine was spilled all over the courtyard. Even the air was filled with the strong smell of burning knives, and I was intoxicated by the smell.

"Good. ”

"Good. ”

"Good. ”

Fang Yan shouted three good words in a row, he jumped up from his chair and said, "I have long known that there will be such a day, I have been waiting for such a day---- I know that you will stand up again, I know that you will soar into the sky." I knew it was going to be like this. ”

"The reproach of one man is better than the reproach of a family, and the reproach of a family is better than the reproach of a nation." I know that this battle has the effect of gathering the ambition of the Oriental warriors and provoking the hatred of the Oriental warriors---- but why be afraid?"

"If I can fight the 36 islands of the East with one person and one sword, and fight against the 36 people in the East with one sword, I can again fight the 36 islands of the East with one person and one sword, and fight against the 36 people in the East. ”

"Twenty years ago, if I could defeat the Sword God once, I would be able to defeat the Sword God again. Twenty years later, if I can kill the Sword God once, I can kill the Sword God again. From now on, no one in the East will dare to call the sword god. ”

Fang Yan's excited body trembled, unable to help himself.

Listen, listen, what is heroic? What is heroic? What is heroic? What is pretending to be a model?

In some ways, Fang Yan is not worthy of lifting shoes for the old drunkard.

Fang Yan was very excited and had low self-esteem.

He drained the bowl of liquor in one gulp, cheered loudly, and said, "Men should be like that." ”

In order to match the heroic style of the old drunkard, in order to cater to the atmosphere of the scene at this time, Fang Yan even sang a war song.

This is a song that the old drunkard taught him when he was a child.

The blood is surging

The blood is surging

Like waves in the river

Like waves in the sea

It always stirs in my heart

Just because of shame

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Fang Yan sang with a refreshing expression, sang with swelling blood, sang impassionedly, and sang with a good sense of self.

The old drunkard waited for him to finish singing, and said with satisfaction: "If you have such ambitions, the things I said will be handed over to you ----- later." ”

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"I can do it, and you can do it. The old drunkard said.

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the house. From now on, he would no longer sleep on a chaise longue or in a corner.

Fang Yan stood alone in the wind and snow, his expression a little sad and sad.

The Chiba military department was put into the ground, and the ghost shadow brought his mother, Chiba Zhizi, and the pair of sisters and brothers, Chiba Kaoru and Chiba Haowu, to thank the Fang family.

After Lu Wan heard about the deeds of the Chiba Military Department, she respected the family very much, and was full of sympathy for the woman Chiba Childe.

She took Chiba Child's hand and said this comforting word, and someone next to her helped translate, and Chiba Childe thanked her for this and bowed to Lu Wan repeatedly. In the end, he bowed until Lu Wan no longer dared to speak.

Chiba Haowu stared at Fang Yan with a fierce and firm look in his eyes, and after bowing deeply to him, he said, "I will definitely defeat you." ”

Syllable!

Fang Yan slapped Chiba Haowu's head on the head.

After pumping, he slapped Chiba Haowu's shoulder again and again, and said with a sad expression and a heavy voice: "You are a good boy, don't have too much psychological pressure---- your father is gone, and your uncle is still there." In the future, I will take on the duty and obligation to educate you. I believe that you will be able to become a good swordsman. Like your father. ”

Chiba Haowu was so red and red by Fang Yan that he couldn't have a seizure, because every word the translator said seemed to be for his good.