"I think Junior Martial Uncle looks good in this white robe. He looks especially spirited. At first glance, he looks like Prince Charming … Our Eternal Prince Charming, Liu Dehua, also said that if a man wants to be handsome, he must wear white …" Fang Yingying said, holding a robe in his hand.
"I think it's better to wear black. Black makes Junior Martial Uncle look capable, serious, and cold. If Junior Martial Uncle can't beat the old monster of the Chiba Army, wearing this will make it easier for him to slip away … Think about it, the whole mountain is dark. If Junior Martial Uncle wears this and hides in the woods behind the rocks, where can he find the Chiba Army? "
Pa!
Fang Yingying reached out to slap Fang Haohan's head, but he didn't expect Fang Haohan to be on guard against this move. As soon as Fang Yingying's palm reached out, it was slapped by Fang Haohan.
Fang Yingying was furious. Although the back of his hand hurt, he pointed at Fang Haohan and scolded, "Fang Haohan, you idiot. How can you boost their morale and diminish Junior Martial Uncle's prestige … Now that the war is coming, what do you mean by saying that Junior Martial Uncle can't beat the Chiba Army?"
"I didn't say that Junior Martial Uncle can't beat the Chiba Army," Fang Haohan explained. "I mean, if Junior Martial Uncle can't beat the Chiba Army …"
"Yes, that's what you said. You don't trust Junior Martial Uncle. There is no if. Junior Martial Uncle can definitely beat the Chiba Army, "Fang Yingying shouted angrily. "If Junior Martial Uncle can't beat the Chiba Army, we have to go back to Yanjing. Others will look down on us and laugh at us. If Miss Ye gets angry, she might beat us up every day … "
"You wish," Fang Haohan said. "Do you think anyone can make Miss Ye make a move?"
"You …"
Pa!
Fang Yingying was hit on the head. Fang Haohan wanted to turn around and run, but he was still slapped on the head.
Fang Yan had just finished bathing. He walked out in a white shirt and said, "Aren't you two annoying? I soaked in the bathtub and wanted to be quiet for a while, but I heard you two idiots buzzing non-stop like two flies. My ears couldn't be quiet … "
Fang Yingying's head was burning with pain, but he looked at Fang Yan with a fawning expression and said, "Junior Martial Uncle, we are choosing your battle robe for tonight … I think with your temperament, white suits you the best. Ximen Chui Xue wears white. A man, a sword, a white robe, standing on the roof of the palace … "
"Uncultured. That's the Forbidden City," Fang Haohan said with disdain.
"That's also the roof," Fang Yingying said. "Junior Martial Uncle likes Ximen Chui Xue the most, so I think you should wear a white robe."
"Who said I like Ximen Chui Xue the most? I like Chu Liuxiang the most, "Fang Yan said with annoyance.
"Why?" Fang Yingying couldn't understand Junior Martial Uncle's hobbies. The name Ximen Chui Xue was so cool that it made people shiver. Other people relied on their looks to pick up girls, but you just needed to hand over your name card and the girl would go back with you.
"Chu Liuxiang has a lot of wives," Fang Yan said. "Which one do you think looks better on me?"
"White."
"Black."
Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan's opinions were still very different. One was black, and the other was white.
"I look good in any one," Fang Yan said.
He took the white robe from Fang Yingying's hands and put it on himself. Then, he took the black robe from Fang Haohan's hands and draped it over his body.
The white robe was the inside, and the black robe was the outside. He wore the feelings of the two people on him.
Seeing Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan's serious expressions and sad eyes, he knew they were touched by his actions.
Fang Yan patted Fang Yingying's shoulder and Fang Haohan's head. He smiled and said, "It's okay. The weather is cold. Wear more clothes to keep warm … If Qianye Bing froze to death on the peak of One Sword Peak, wouldn't I have gotten a great bargain?"
Fang Yingying's face was full of regret. He said, "I should have prepared a set of armor for Junior Martial Uncle …"
"Yes. It's good to buy a Transformer suit to wear … "
"…" Fang Yan gritted his teeth and looked at the two bastards. He wanted to squeeze them into a meat ball. Did they think he was afraid of death by wearing an extra piece of clothing?
Fang Yingying stood at the school gate and waved for a long time before a taxi slowly stopped beside them.
"Where to?" The taxi driver looked at the three strange-looking guys in front of him and asked. Of course, he didn't open the door easily.
"One Sword Peak," Fang Yingying said expressionlessly.
"It's too far. I'm not going." Before he finished his sentence, the car had already disappeared.
"Junior Martial Uncle, those taxi drivers think we're kidnappers …" Fang Yingying said angrily.
This was already the sixth taxi they had stopped. Every taxi driver saw the expressions of the three of them, heard about their destination, and drove away … Isn't it just going to One Sword Peak? Why are you so nervous? We really aren't kidnappers. Are there kidnappers who are dressed so formally?
Fang Yan felt extremely sad. He was going to win glory for his country. He was an iron-blooded man who was going to fight to the death with the Japanese Sword God … Why couldn't he even hail a taxi? Is this how you treat your national heroes?
Fang Yan suddenly felt that he would never love again. He wanted to turn around and go back to sleep.
"Use a taxi hailing app," Fang Haohan said. "I set the tip to be fifty yuan."
Thankfully, with this fifty yuan tip, a taxi finally took the initiative to stop beside them.
"To One Sword Peak?" the black-faced taxi driver asked.
Fang Yan, Fang Yingying, and Fang Haohan were about to think of a reason to go to One Sword Peak in the middle of the night when the taxi driver asked the second question, "To watch the martial arts competition?"
"You already know?" Fang Yan looked at the taxi driver in shock.
"Hey, I've sent two groups of people there," the taxi driver said proudly. "Otherwise, who would be willing to go to such a dark place?"
"Many people went there?"
"Many. I heard that the Guanyin Platform at the foot of One Sword Peak is almost full. "
"Ordinary people won't be able to watch this kind of competition between peerless masters, right?" Fang Yan said. He thought that it was a big loss not to sell the tickets in advance.
"Bah, there are no peerless masters these days. Aren't they just bragging about themselves because they want to be famous? What Tai Chi Grandmaster? What Japanese Sword God? It's probably not as good as the martial arts competition I watch every night … "
Fang Yan touched his face. Fortunately, there was no saliva. Seeing that he still needed to find the way, Fang Yan resisted the urge to kill him.
Fang Yingying understood Fang Yan's mood and said in a low voice, "Junior Martial Uncle, I can also drive."
"Shut up," Fang Yan said.
The taxi driver drove to the Guanyin Platform and refused to leave. He said, "It's one hundred and sixty yuan in total. Plus the fifty yuan you said, it's two hundred and ten yuan in total … Brother, do you need a receipt?"
Fang Yan looked at the dense crowd at the Guanyin Platform and said, "Master, can we go up? We're only halfway up the mountain. "
"Oh, brother, it's not that I don't want to go, but look at the traffic ahead. I can't go even if I want to. "The taxi driver complained.
Fang Yingying paid the driver. They got out of the car and walked toward the top of Mount Yi Sword.
"Melon seeds, peanuts, beer, binoculars …"
Hey, there are people who come here to do business. These merchants were really all-pervasive.
Mount Yi Sword was an undeveloped mountain range. It used to be the base camp of the racing gang. Today, the mountain road was full of cars. The racing gang didn't have a chance to show off. But when they parked their gorgeous sports cars at the Guanyin Platform, they received more exclamations and envy than if they won the racing championship 100 times.
The higher they went, the more rugged the mountain road became. In the end, there was no way to go. This was also the reason why most people stayed at the Guanyin Platform. It was very dangerous to climb the mountain in the middle of the night. If they accidentally rolled down, they might even lose their lives.
Of course, such steepness was not an obstacle for Fang Yan, Fang Yingying, and Fang Haohan. They ran as fast as they could to the top of the mountain. Looking at the moon in the sky, their minds wandered.
"It's so cold," Fang Haohan said. Junior Martial Uncle was really smart. He put on two coats in advance.
Fang Yingying didn't say anything. He stood at the top of the mountain with his head held high, bathed in the cool wind and moonlight. It seemed that he was about to face a battle of life and death.
This feeling of immersion was really wonderful!
Which martial artist didn't want to stand at the top of the world?
At this moment, a white figure dashed up the mountain at high speed.
His figure was like a white ape, a cheetah, and an immortal born in the world. He didn't need to climb with his hands. With a tap of his feet, he jumped several meters up. Those odd-shaped stones and barbed thorns didn't bother him at all.
In the blink of an eye, Chiba Hirobumi was already standing in front of Fang Yan.
"You are very punctual," Chiba Hirobumi said with a smile.
"This is the traditional virtue of our Hua Xia people," Fang Yan said.
Chiba Hirobumi pointed to the crowd on the mountainside and said, "A lot of people came …"
"It's normal for an expert like me to have three to five hundred fans. They all want to see me defeat you with their own eyes. "
Chiba Hirobumi chuckled and said, "Someone deliberately released the news. They want you to die. They want you to be defeated in front of countless people. They want you to lose your reputation … It seems that your relationship with people is really bad."
A wise man like Chiba Hirobumi could see the whole picture with a glance. When he saw the crowd below, he understood that there was another group of people behind the battle. Moreover, it was a group of people who were not kind to Fang Yan.
Of course, Chiba Hirobumi didn't have good intentions when he talked about this topic with Fang Yan before the battle.
"I like to defeat you when others want to see me defeated …" Fang Yan said with a smile. "We call this behavior … face-slapping."
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