The Hanged Ghost Fisherman. From his name, one could tell that he was a tranquil, gentle, cold, and patient ghost with the spirit of Jiang Taigong.
However, this ghost had been angered by Fang Yan to the point where he wanted to chop this kid down with a rod or hang him on a hook.
To think that my old friend was a hero of his generation. People called him Mengchang of the Fang Family … How could he have such a descendant?
How sad was the Fang Family? How unfortunate was his old friend?
"You won't even let me speak?" Fang Yan sneered. "Guilty conscience. Hasn't it been like this since ancient times? Do you think that if you shut my mouth, you can shut the mouths of all the heroes in the world? In the future, when my grandfather and his old friends gather, they will casually mention this … That Hanged Ghost Fisherman is old and can't even keep his integrity. He practiced martial arts all his life, but in the end, he became a cart driver for an idiot. What do you think this is? "
"Don't be angry. I didn't say this. I said it in my grandfather's tone … Practicing martial arts is like studying. Who doesn't want their name to be passed down through the ages? Some people will be passed down through the ages with good names, while some will be passed down through the ages with bad names. Which one will you be? "
Fang Yan tried to persuade the fisherman. "Grandpa Fisherman, you are my grandfather's best friend and my elder. A prodigal son is worth a thousand gold. For you to be able to turn back at such an old age, even a mountain of gold and silver can't be exchanged for that … As long as you promise me that you will fight with me and throw that idiot Jiang Junling into this abyss, I will pretend that I never saw you tonight. If my grandfather asks, I will say that you are a first-class hero … What do you think? "
Fang Yan did not give up and wanted to save him again.
Having an old man at home was like having a treasure. This little old man with such good martial arts was also his grandfather's good friend. If he was sent to the Thousand Leaves Army, that old monster would definitely like him very much, right?
The so-called duel between the strong was this kind of expert against an expert. Fang Yan felt that he was not qualified at all and was not worthy of their pretentiousness.
"You inexperienced child. You little brat … "The fisherman clenched the bamboo pole in his hand so hard that it made cracking sounds. "A man's promise is worth ten thousand gold. This is what I owe him … Unless I die, don't even think about walking past me. "
"You are hopeless." Fang Yan looked at the fisherman and sighed.
While the fisherman was being attacked by Fang Yan's words and was on the verge of collapsing, Qin Yitian was praising Fang Yan endlessly.
"But he was kind at heart. Every word he said came from his heart, and he strived to be fair and just in everything he did. Women had to take on two extremely important roles in their lives, wife and mother … When a woman married a man, regardless of whether she had children or not, she would immediately enter into these two roles. Which wife didn't want their husband to be humorous and funny, to say and do things that made her feel better? Which mother doesn't want their child to have a childlike heart, 20% kindness, 30% health, and 45% talent? "
"He was knowledgeable and familiar with the classics. He was skilled, and even the Xingyi Master Bao Shi 'er was no match for him. He would bring his students to study in Que He, and he would accompany his students to learn 'Alley in the Rain' in the alley in the rain. He was gentle and refined, but also sharp and unkind … "
Jiang Junling's hand holding the glass trembled slightly.
Did the kind of man she was talking about really exist in this world?
He didn't know if such a man existed, but he knew that it was definitely not the guy behind him.
"He was despicable, and he held a long sword in his hand. Being despicable was a mockery of life and a carefree attitude. The sword was responsibility and protection, as well as hot-bloodedness and friendship. He could bend his body, but he could also stand tall. "
"He wasn't sunlight, but when you saw him, it was like seeing sunlight. He wasn't dew, but he had the romance of rain and the feelings of dew … He was a human, a living human. He wasn't an animal without emotions and kindness. This is the kind of man I like. "
"This is the reason why you brought him here?"
"Isn't it enough?"
"To be able to receive such high praise from Qin Yitian, this man is really lucky."
"No, I'm the lucky one," Qin Yitian said. "I met him. He's not married, and I'm not married either. How lucky is this? Of course, I'm still working hard. I believe that he can't escape from the palm of my hand. "
"It's a wonderful feeling to hear a little girl praise another man," Jiang Junling said. "This must be the most uncomfortable thing in the world, right?"
"No." Qin Yitian shook his head. "There's something even more uncomfortable."
"What?"
Pa!
There was a muffled sound under the table. Then, Jiang Junling's expression changed drastically. His calm and gentle expression finally disappeared. The skin and flesh on his face twisted together, almost turning into a wild chrysanthemum.
"Look, you're even more uncomfortable now than before, aren't you?" Qin Yitian said with a chuckle.
Jiang Junling's hand gripped the tablecloth tightly and said, "I miscalculated. You wouldn't have done this kind of thing before … "
"Of course." Qin Yitian said. "I used to pay attention to my image. You all say that I'm a goddess, and I also think that I'm a goddess, so I have to maintain my goddess-like appearance … "
"What about now?"
"In this regard, I've always done very well." Qin Yitian said with a smile. "It's just that gods can also be angry. It wasn't easy for me to trick my male god to accompany me for a meal, a glass of wine, and a chat while watching the sunset. In the end, you sent a bully to provoke me and sent a lackey to kill me. You ruined everything. I really want to slap you a hundred or two hundred times. "
"No one has ever hit me. You're the first." Jiang Junling said.
"I've hit eighty idiots, if not a hundred. So I don't think this is something to be proud of. "
Seeing that Jiang Junling's expression was not right, Liu Qingming and others quickly rushed over.
"Are you okay, Young Master?" Liu Qingming asked with concern.
Some people wanted to rush toward Qin Yitian, but Jiang Junling stopped them.
"I look forward to seeing you next time," Jiang Junling said.
He pushed the chair away and stood up. Surrounded by a group of people, he walked toward the parking lot of the Ten Feet Abyss Hotel.
However, his legs were tightly clamped, and his walking posture was a bit weird.
Liu Qingming helped to open the car door, while Jiang Junling sat in the back without saying a word. Liu Qingming thought about it and took the initiative to sit in the front passenger seat of the car.
Bao Shi 'er had already woken up when he was lifted up.
He struggled to walk to the front of Jiang Junling. He covered his mouth and coughed violently, saying, "I'm old, and my fists are slow. I broke in front of a young man, and I even made Young Master lose face … After this matter, I'll go back to my hometown. I really don't have the face to stay by Young Master's side anymore. "
Jiang Junling looked at Bao Shi 'er with a smile and said, "Mr. Bao, you did very well. It's better than I expected. "
"Thank you, Young Master."
"Have a good rest," Jiang Junling said in a gentle voice. It seemed that the person who said "let me kill him" had nothing to do with him.
As the car started to move, Jiang Junling looked out of the window and thought about something.
"There are still 19 days left, right?" Jiang Junling asked.
"Young Master, what do you mean 19 days left?" Liu Qingming asked.
He took over the job of entertaining a big shot from Yan Jing like Jiang Junling, and it was Liu Shu who accompanied him in the past. Therefore, he didn't know much about Liu Shu's character, and he didn't have the opportunity to participate in many secret things.
For the past few days, he had been watching and learning. However, he didn't know how to answer Jiang Junling's inexplicable question.
Jiang Junling seemed to be in a good mood as he explained, "Known as the Light of the North, the number one swordsman in Japan, Chiba Bin, has issued a challenge to Fang Yan … There are 19 days left until the day of their duel."
Liu Qingming's eyes lit up. "So, Young Master wants Mr. Bao to challenge Fang Yan. Messing up his state of mind, exhausting his body, hurting his internal organs … Mr. Bao has already buried a bomb in his body. When Fang Yan and Chiba Bin fight for their lives, this bomb will suddenly explode. "
"How can I let Mr. Bao kill someone in public?" Jiang Junling said. "Of course, if Mr. Bao is killed … it's because he's not skilled enough. However, Fang Yan's happy life as a murderer will come to an end. Watching the sunrise and drinking good wine will be punished by heaven. "
"What a pity." Liu Qingming said. "Mr. Bao forced him, but he didn't kill him."
"So, he's smarter than I thought." Jiang Junling said. "If he can escape from Chiba Bin's sword 19 days later, then he will be qualified to be my real opponent."
Liu Qingming pondered for a moment and finally couldn't help but say, "Young Master, if he didn't interfere, our Liu Family's plan would have succeeded …"
"Shut up." Jiang Junling shouted coldly. "Liu Qingming, what does your Liu Family's plan have to do with me? What does your success or failure have to do with me? "
Liu Qingming realized that he had violated a taboo, so he quickly corrected and said, "I know. Our Liu Family's plan has nothing to do with Young Master. Young Master didn't participate in anything, so he doesn't know anything. "
Liu Qingming secretly glanced at Jiang Junling's expression from the rearview mirror and found that Jiang Junling was staring at him with a burning gaze. He didn't know what Jiang Junling was thinking.
"What a difficult guy to get along with." Liu Qingming sighed in his heart. For the first time, he looked forward to Liu Shu's recovery.
"But since you want to plant a bomb in Fang Yan's body, why don't you let the fisherman plant a second bomb in his body?" Liu Qingming asked.
When he saw Jiang Junling's murderous eyes, he once again realized that he had stepped on a landmine.
He probably didn't have the confidence to win, right?
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