The teacher came back with a dung basket. From afar, he saw a figure kneeling at the door of his hut.
He narrowed his eyes and walked over slowly. He poured the pig dung in the basket into the cesspool in the backyard and put the basket in the corner outside the hut. Then, he took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and prepared to open the lock.
"Sir, I was wrong," Fang Yan straightened his body and said in a deep voice.
The teacher was deaf and didn't hear Fang Yan's words. He opened the copper lock and pushed the door straight into the hut.
He took off his sheepskin coat and hung it on the wall. Then, he used an aluminum basin from the kettle on the stove to wash his face and hands. His face and hands were steaming, and the chill on his body was also dispelled a lot.
The teacher opened the old teapot on the square table that had a hole in it. He grabbed a handful of broken tea leaves and threw them into the teapot. Then, he took the antique bottle with the words "Serving the People" printed on it and poured water into the teapot. There were no complicated steps to make tea. It was simple and crude. When he felt that the tea leaves tasted good, he poured himself a bowl of tea with a big bowl and blew it gently to drink.
"Sir, I'm here to apologize to you." Fang Yan, who was kneeling at the door, shouted again.
The teacher was expressionless and still pretended not to hear him. He stood at the threshold of the hut and drank his big bowl of tea with relish.
"Sir, I'll take it that you forgive me if you don't speak," Fang Yan shouted loudly.
The teacher still didn't speak.
The teacher didn't speak, so Fang Yan didn't get up.
He knew that sometimes he could be lively, but there were some things that he had to be serious.
For example, now.
The teacher didn't speak, and Fang Yan didn't speak either.
One was standing inside the threshold, and the other was kneeling outside.
The teacher lived in the back of the village, which faced the back of the mountain.
The wild wind was whistling, and the snow was buried for thousands of miles. The whole world was a vast expanse of whiteness. Fang Yan became a small dot in this white world.
The teacher stood and drank tea, while Fang Yan knelt.
The teacher sat and listened to music, while Fang Yan knelt.
Teacher was lying down and sleeping, while Fang Yan was kneeling.
When the teacher woke up, he washed the rice and washed the pot to cook. He cut the salted fish into two pieces and hung one piece on the wall while the other was thrown into the rice pot. He went to the backyard and pulled a bunch of vegetables and a few shallots. He washed them in ice water and boiled them. Fang Yan was still kneeling.
The teacher ate the salted fish rice, swallowed a few small vegetables, washed the bowls and chopsticks, brushed the iron pot clean, and poured water into the teapot for the morning and drank a bowl of hot tea. Fang Yan was still kneeling.
The warm sunshine in the morning disappeared without a trace at noon.
The snowflakes that had stopped drifting once again. The snowflakes were soft, but the chill was hurtful.
Fang Yan knelt in the wind and snow. His hair was messed up by the cold wind and his body was covered in snow. Even his eyebrows were frozen.
Fang Yan became a snowman.
Just like the snowmen they used to make when they were young, they put on a hat and a scarf to make it look like a real person.
Fang Yan was the most vivid snowman because he was a real person.
When Fang Yan was kneeling, Swallow Dock was still as quiet as before.
However, what was different from before was that many of the courtyard doors were open, and people were standing at the door looking into the distance.
The Li family.
An old lady in a gray cotton-padded jacket stood at the door and asked, "Is the kid from the Fang family still kneeling?"
"He's kneeling," Li Xiaotian stood behind the old lady and replied with a pained expression.
"Sigh." The old lady sighed and said to her grandson, "This child has great ambitions. It's inevitable that he will suffer a little."
The Ye family.
Ye Daowen was stomping around in the study. He pushed open the window and asked the servant who was sweeping the snow outside, "Is Fang Yan still kneeling?"
"He's kneeling," the servant replied.
Crack …
The window was closed again.
The servant looked at each other and lowered his head to sweep the floor again.
The Fang family.
Old Master Fang Huwei didn't ask for plum wine today, nor did he ask Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan to play chess with him.
He asked someone to push him to the window. He didn't use a mattress to keep warm, nor did he wear the leather hat he used to keep warm. His big bald head was even brighter than the white snow outside.
He looked out the window and at the plum trees wrapped in straw in the courtyard.
Suddenly, he lost his temper and scolded, "Who wrapped it? Who wrapped it? How can there be such an exotic fragrance without experiencing the wind and snow? Tear it down. Tear all the straw for me … "
Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan didn't dare to refute. They hurriedly ran out to tear down the straw bundles that had been wrapped up this morning.
At this moment, Fang Huwei was full of murderous intent. He didn't look like a paralyzed person, but more like a fierce general who had just come down from the battlefield.
Ye Rou pushed open the courtyard door. The old drunkard didn't even look at her and said, "I'm drunk. You can do whatever you want."
Then he lay down in the corner of the corridor and slept soundly. Loud snoring could be heard.
Ye Rou patted the jar with her palm. The sealed mortar at the mouth of the jar flew out and disappeared.
With a kick of her toes, the big jar in front of her flew into the air.
The wine jar tilted slightly. As it fell, a stream of spring water poured down.
Ye Rou opened her mouth and took a deep breath. Her posture was cool and arrogant.
There were also many courtyard doors open, watching from afar.
Today, in Swallow Dock, everyone's eyes were focused on the young man kneeling in the wind and snow.
Fang Yan was already a legend of Swallow Dock.
The teacher drank three bowls of hot tea in a row. It wasn't until the teapot was empty and the color of the tea became darker and the taste more bitter that the teacher put down the teacup.
He shouted to the outside, "Stop acting. Come in."
Crack …
Fang Yan got up from the snow.
Because he hadn't moved for a long time, a thin layer of ice formed on his knees and calves in the snow. With a slight movement, the layer of ice broke with a crisp sound.
Crack crack crack …
This was the sound of all the bones in his body cracking.
The stagnant Qi and blood and the stiff bones all relaxed and regained their vitality.
Fang Yan had the heart of Tai Chi to protect his body, so he could keep the bitter cold from invading him.
The ice and snow, his body, and the heart of Tai Chi became a harmonious whole. The heart of Tai Chi became a bridge of communication between Fang Yan and the ice and snow. It transformed the ice and snow into a kind of energy and transmitted it to Fang Yan, so that Fang Yan could touch it gently and comfortably, instead of directly experiencing the attack of the bitter cold.
Of course, if he had inner strength, he could also transform it into heat to resist the bitter cold and burn the ice and snow. However, the heart of Tai Chi was natural, and using inner strength to resist the cold consumed more mental and physical strength. It was difficult to maintain.
This was also the reason why the Heart of Tai Chi was more valuable than the other internal mental cultivation methods or strength techniques.
When Fang Yan moved, the snow on his body fell, the frost on his eyebrows disappeared, and he became a living person with flesh and blood.
There was an iron sword stuck in his back, the hilt facing down, the tip of the sword pointing up, hanging diagonally on his back.
Fang Yan walked into the small room and said to the teacher, "Teacher, I have come to apologize to you."
"What did I do wrong?" the teacher asked.
"Fang Yan is young, so I shouldn't have made the decision to force Teacher Gong," Fang Yan said seriously.
The teacher looked at Fang Yan and said, "You didn't make the decision on your own. You have been planning this for a long time."
"Fang Yan knows his mistake." Fang Yan lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
"Fang Yan, now that you've forced Swallow Dock to abdicate, the entire Swallow Dock will move because of you … Have you ever thought that while you're fighting for Swallow Dock's benefits, you're also pushing Swallow Dock to the world? Is this good or bad for Swallow Dock? "
"In ancient times, there was the right to release troops with a cup of wine. There was also the saying," When the cunning hare is dead, the hound is cooked, and when the birds are gone, the fine bow is hidden. When the country is in trouble, we use our swords to solve the problem. When the country is peaceful, we bury our swords and plow the fields. We are all Martial Artists, wholeheartedly practicing Martial Arts and seeking the Way, living a peaceful life. Peaceful and beautiful, reproducing for a thousand years. Isn't that good? "
"Thirty years of fame and glory, dust and soil, a beautiful dream of a golden bridge, all for nothing. What are we fighting for? What are we fighting for? "
"Teacher, I know my mistake." Fang Yan lowered his head even more.
"You are not wrong." The teacher shook his head. "Young people, with lofty words and lofty aspirations, who doesn't want to kill the enemy on the battlefield? Who doesn't want to be famous everywhere? Who doesn't want to carve a stone to record their achievements and write their name on the stone tablet at the entrance of Swallow Dock? "
"My duty is to protect the continuation of the bloodline of Swallow Dock, to ensure that the loyalty of Swallow Dock will not change, and that the Martial Arts will not decline. So I hope to keep a low profile and remain silent. Just like I have been for hundreds of years, willing to be forgotten by the world. You have chosen another path, one that is aggressive and cruel … There is no right or wrong, but have you thought clearly, which path is more suitable for Swallow Dock? "
Fang Yan raised his head to look at the teacher and said in a clear voice, "I swear on my life that the loyalty of Swallow Dock will not change, and that the Martial Arts will not decline. We train hard in Martial Arts, ponder day and night, just to strengthen our bodies and promote justice. We swear to protect our country with our lives, shed our blood, and those who offend us, Hua Xia, will be punished no matter how far away they are. "
"Teacher, the world is changing, and so are we. I have never thought about whether this path is right or wrong, I only thought about the right or wrong of this matter … I am not willing to be aggressive, I am even more unwilling to be cruel, I only hope that we will not be bullied. I only have this small ambition. "
The teacher pondered for a long time, looked at Fang Yan and said, "Since … you have already thought it through, why are you apologizing?"
"Teacher will always be Teacher, Fang Yan's Teacher, Swallow Dock's Teacher. I have no respect for my elders, I have disobeyed Teacher, so naturally I have to apologize, "Fang Yan said without changing his expression.
"Fang Yan, kneel," the teacher said.
Fang Yan obeyed and knelt down.
"You have a son, Fang Yan, who has no respect for his elders, and who is audacious and presumptuous. He has disobeyed Mister and placed Swallow's Dock in a dangerous situation." Mister stretched out his hand and drew the iron sword from Fang Yan's back. He said, "Severely punish him with three strokes as punishment."
The teacher held the long sword in his hand, and the blade struck straight at Fang Yan's head.
"Clang …"
When the sword came down, it was not Fang Yan's head that was cut in half, but the iron sword … that was broken into two pieces.
Fang Yan was ashamed, and said embarrassedly, "I was afraid that Teacher … would really kill me in a fit of anger. So … so … I did something to the sword. "
The teacher held the sword hilt, and was stunned for a long time before he said helplessly, "In ancient times, there was Su Qin who carried the sword on his back, and today, there is Fang Yan who carries the sword … Go back. Go back. I can't teach you. "
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