"Dear passengers, flight YY 60225 from Huacheng to Yanjing is about to arrive at Yanjing Airport —"
Perhaps it was because of the Spring Festival, but the number of seats on the plane wasn't ideal. There weren't many passengers, so the plane seemed a bit empty.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the first-class seats in the front cabin, and many people were still whispering to each other. It seemed that something interesting was happening.
Chiba Hirobumi, who was wearing a wide-sleeved white robe, and Chiba Haomu, who was also dressed with a white ribbon tied around his head, were indeed very eye-catching. The father and son were dressed differently from ordinary people, and they were silent. Ever since they got on the plane, they had closed their eyes to rest and even refused the meals and drinks provided by the flight attendants.
The plane began to glide on the ground, like a silver monster charging toward the castle in front of it.
Chiba Hirobumi sighed softly and said, "This is Yanjing City."
"This is Yanjing City." Chiba Haomu also opened his eyes wide and looked at the familiar yet strange city seriously. It had wonderful stories on TV, and there were all kinds of legends in novels. He was very familiar with this city that was becoming more and more influential internationally, but this was his first time setting foot on this magical land.
"It's also my first time here." Chiba Hirobumi said with emotion. "Twenty years ago, when I wanted to come, that man went to Japan first. After the battle at Hachibana Mountain, my confidence dropped to an unprecedented freezing point. I suddenly realized that the light that I was proud of and worked hard to shine in the world was so dim and insignificant. Have you seen fireflies? They also know that they can shine, and they think that they will shine brightly — but in the end, they are just fireflies. "
Qianye Haowu looked at his father in shock. He had never told him about that battle before. Even when he took the initiative to ask, he only said a few words.
Today, he took the initiative to talk about it and analyzed his feelings at the time. Why was this?
Just because he was going to meet his old friend again?
"Father, you didn't lose either." Chiba Haomu said.
"No. I lost. I lost. " "He single-handedly overturned the Dongyang Peninsula," said Chiba. "That in itself is already better than us. Everyone had pinned their hopes on me, but I didn't have the power to keep it — so he won. They won with vigor and confidence. The Japanese men were speechless, and everyone was ashamed to talk about this person and this matter. This was also the reason why that person's matter was not known in Japan. Every time someone worships me and respectfully calls me the Japanese Sword God, I feel guilty and uneasy. Then, he put more effort into comprehending swordsmanship and climbing the path of martial arts. Because I'm afraid to see their eyes. They think you're an omnipotent god. "
"I've been comprehending the sword for twenty years. The number of swords I can use in my heart has increased, and the number of swords I can see in my eyes has decreased. Finally, I've reached the state of being one with the sword. When I once again set foot on Hua Xia's land, filled with confidence, when I wanted to challenge Hua Xia's hero using the same method that he had used before. When I wanted to win boldly and vigorously, I didn't expect to meet such an opponent. "
At the mention of Fang Yan, Chiba Haomu was burning with anger.
His face was pale, and he said fiercely, "Does that kind of person deserve to be Father's opponent? He won by cheating. It doesn't count. "
"Ridiculous." Chiba Haomu's tone was unprecedentedly stern. "A win is a win, a loss is a loss. How is cheating? What is cheating? The path of swordsmanship focuses on change and impermanence. If you don't even understand this, when can you understand the Great Way? "
"— —"
"I know you're hostile to Fang Yan, but if you have a wrong understanding of a person because of this hostility. Then, whether it's in the past or in the future, the person who will lose will be you. Fang Yan risked his life to accept my challenge, stood in front of me, and fought me bravely and fearlessly — how many people in Japan can do such a young talent? "
"— —"
"I know what's bothering you. You think that he used some unusual means in the process of the duel, so I lost this duel unjustly — "
"He even threw a bomb," Chiba Haomu said with dissatisfaction.
"In my eyes, what's the difference between a bomb and a rock?" Chiba Haomu asked in return. "It's a test of a person's physical fitness and reflexes. My reaction was wrong, so he took advantage of it — that's just a tactic. "
"Compared to that, the longsword in my hand is even more intimidating. What if Fang Yan also feels wronged? He's bare-handed, while I have a divine weapon — isn't that unfair to him? "
"Father is good at using swords. How can the God of Swords not use a sword? "
"The sword in my hand and the bomb Fang Yan used — are just auxiliary weapons," Chiba Haomu said. "Fang Yan must not have thought that he could kill me with just that bomb — but I have thought that the sword in my hand can cut off his limbs, split his flesh, and cut off his head. Compared to the bomb, the sword in my hand is more terrifying. "
Chiba Haomu nodded seriously and said, "Father, I understand."
"It's good that you understand." Chiba Haomu looked at his son with gentle eyes. "You still have a long way to go, so you must be open-minded. The bigger your heart, the greater your achievements. "
"Yes, Father." Chiba Haomu bowed.
Chiba Haomu sighed softly and said, "What a pity."
"What's a pity, Father?"
"Three Dragons and Seven Tigers, guarding the peace of Hua Xia." Chiba Haomu said with a face full of regret, "I only know one of them, and the others are not fated to fight. What a pity. "
"Three Dragons and Seven Tigers? They're just flattering themselves, aren't they? "
"Don't underestimate your enemy, White Azure Dragon. Is there something wrong with this name?" Chiba Haomu said with a smile, "If that's the case, what is your father?"
"— —" Chiba Haomu only now knew that the person who fought against his father was one of the Three Dragons of Hua Xia, Azure Dragon. If that was the case, he really couldn't belittle this person anymore. If that was the case, what was his father?
"Father, you can fight with them when you come to the capital this time," Chiba Haomu advised.
Chiba Haomu chuckled and said, "I hope it's not too late."
"It's definitely not too late," Chiba Haomu said firmly. He thought that no matter what, he would let his father fight with the Three Dragons and Seven Tigers of Hua Xia. For a swordsman who valued martial arts as much as his life, it would be a lifelong regret if he couldn't fight with the world's top masters.
The plane stopped, and the father and son got off the plane first under the guidance of the stewardess.
Walking out of the airport gate, Chiba Haomu took a breath of the cold air outside and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Father, what happened?"
"The air is too dirty," Chiba Haomu said.
"— —"
They didn't have to wait for long before a black car with a red flag slowly stopped in front of them.
Fang Yan rolled down the window and said with a smile, "Hurry up and get in the car. No parking here."
Thus, Chiba Haomu and Chiba Haomu opened the door and got in.
Chiba Haomu was still hostile to Fang Yan, so he didn't want to talk to Fang Yan.
Chiba Haomu, on the other hand, looked calm as if he didn't care about anything.
"Thank you," Chiba Haomu said gratefully.
"You're welcome," Fang Yan said. "I'm not a busybody. This is what I owe you. "
"You're a man who keeps his promise."
"This is the glorious virtue of our Hua Xia people," Fang Yan said with a smile. "That's what everyone says."
Fang Yan didn't intend to take Chiba Haomu to Yanjing City. After getting off the airport highway, he drove straight in the direction of Swallow Dock.
The snow on the road gradually melted, and only puddles of black water splashed by the car's tires. The wheat fields on both sides of the road also showed green shoots, weakly enduring the cold wind.
"Please stop by the side of the road," Chiba Haomu said.
Screech —
Fang Yan stopped the car nimbly and asked, "Did you miss anything?"
"No," Chiba Haomu said.
Chiba Haomu opened the door and got out of the car, then walked to the middle of the wheat field. He walked very carefully, trying to avoid stepping on any green shoots.
He took off his shoes and stepped on the ice and snow barefoot as if he was on a pilgrimage, seriously feeling the coldness and fertility of the land.
The cold wind messed up his black hair and fluttered the corners of his clothes, but he closed his eyes comfortably.
Fang Yan and Chiba Haomu stood by the side of the road, looking at his devotion to the land, and respected him even more.
Chiba Haomu walked back barefoot. Chiba Haomu wanted to help him carry his shoes, but Chiba Haomu said, "No need. From now on, I'll be barefooted — "
He pulled a handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped the mud off his feet, then opened the door and got into Fang Yan's car.
Seeing Fang Yan looking at him with a puzzled look, Chiba Haomu said with a smile, "Each place nurtures its own people. Japan was an island country with strong winds and waves and frequent earthquakes. Therefore, everyone had a natural fear of nature. Their feet are unstable, and even the hand holding the sword has to be a little light. I've always wanted to experience stepping on the black soil with both feet, entrusting all my strength to the land under my feet — you don't have to worry about it being bumpy, and you don't have to worry about it hurting you. You're one with the earth, and this warm and peaceful feeling is really intoxicating. "
"Hua Xia is a place with great people. Only when the land has spirituality can a large number of heroes emerge," Chiba Haomu looked at the vast land outside and said enviously, "Hua Xia people are blessed."
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