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 War's wife's name is Ozawa Ako, 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, who had lost his will to win, and was worried about the future of the Oriental warriors, came up with such a tattered move to fulfill himself and 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'm 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 trying 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 desire of the Oriental warriors, and use your hands to ignite the hatred of the Oriental warriors - we respect him, and I do think he is a good person. However, a good person can be a yin person? Why? ”

"We didn't get any good, he didn't even give me a hundred dollars. We've done so much for him, erecting ourselves as a target for a nation -- isn't that a bad guy? We know it's not good for us, but we can't do it—we have to do it. Why is it like this in my heart—isn't it a taste? ”

"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 sounded, making Fang Yan feel that this voice was not coming from his mouth, but someone else was 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 sensed something, and then he stood by and watched me carefully, guarding me, fearing that I would be in some danger - if he had done it at that time, I would have no chance. However, I was not worried at all. I'm a more cautious guy, when did I trust someone so much? ”

"It's his son's fluctuating Yan zhòng, who couldn't help but want to make a move several times, but was stopped by 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 wish I could get back to my best, I want her to never leave – so I waited. 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. "But if you die, you won't have a chance to prove that you can return to her former glory, and you can't believe that she has never left - and Shenlong's hard life, he can't bear to break your tendons, right? When you have the opportunity to retaliate, you still have to beat him up in front of the big guy. Even if you don't care about this qiē, you let it go. What about me? Have you even let me go? ”

The old drunkard pondered his words for a long time, and now he still didn't know how to answer Fang Yan's question.

What do you mean that I even let you go? 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?" I have thin skin and tender meat, how can I be their opponent? ”

“――”

The old drunkard was silent for a long time.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard with a gourd, he forgot to drink even 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 drinking." 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.

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Fang Yan shouted three good words in a row, he jumped up from his chair and said, "I have known for a long time 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 rallying the ambition of the Oriental warriors and provoking the hatred of the Oriental warriors - but why be afraid? "Don't ignore Fang Yan's sycophant skills, and enter the performance of the invincible open hanging mode by himself.

"I can fight the 36 islands of the East with one person and one sword, and fight 36 people in the East in a row, and I can again fight the 36 islands in the East with one person and one sword, and fight 36 people in the East in a row."

"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 a heroic dry cloud? What is a model of pretense?

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

It's just because of the shame that it hasn't snowed-

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 this ambition, the things I said will be handed over to you later." ”

“――”

"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 buried in the ground, and the ghost shadow brought his wife Ozawa Achiko, as well as the pair of sisters and brothers Chiba Kaoru and Chiba Yoshitake to thank the Fang family.

6 Wan respected the family very much after hearing about the deeds of the Chiba military department, and was full of sympathy for the woman Ozawa childe.

She took Ozawa's hand and said this comforting word, and someone next to her helped translate, Ozawa thanked her for this and bowed to 6 Wan repeatedly. In the end, he bowed and bowed to 6 Wan, and he 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 in a heavy voice with a sad expression: "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 in the face that Fang Yan couldn't do anything, because every word the translator said seemed to be for his good.

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