Little White was Fang Haohan's rabbit.
It liked to eat vegetable leaves and corn chips. It also had a very bad habit of drinking alcohol. It liked to drink the shaodaozi in the old drunkard's yard.
Every time it was Fang Haohan's turn to bring food and soup to his master or help his master clean up the yard, he would bring Little White over to have a sumptuous meal. At that time, it would drink the shaodaozi in the yard as it pleased. Every time, it would lie on the ground drunk and be carried back by Fang Haohan like a little drunkard.
Today, as usual, Fang Haohan carried Little White over to help his master clean up the house. He also gave the alcoholic Little White a small plate of shaodaozi to celebrate its growth of one year. Suddenly, he saw Chiba Haowu standing at the entrance of his master's yard.
Fang Haohan's face was full of vigilance. He immediately rushed to the entrance of the yard, stared at Chiba Haowu, and shouted, "Chiba Haowu, what are you doing here?"
Seeing that Fang Haohan was full of hostility towards him, Chiba Haowu immediately put on a posture that made it seem like he would counterattack at any time.
"Alright, alright." Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "Why are you pretending to be a loyal and filial son? I'm standing here. If they want to do something bad, how can I let them in? "
Fang Haohan chuckled. Both sides of his cheeks were deeply sunken. Even if the skin on his entire face was cut off, it would still be less than two ounces.
Fang Haohan walked in front of Fang Yan and whispered, "Junior Martial Uncle, these two Japanese —"
Slap!
Fang Yan slapped him on the head and said angrily, "He doesn't understand Hua Xia language. You don't have to speak so sneakily."
"Oh, then I'm relieved." Fang Haohan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Why did they come to our Swallow Dock? Aren't they looking for trouble? I'm going to ring the alarm bell at the entrance of the village and get everyone to come and wrap them up like dumplings. They've all come to our doorstep and into our yard. Aren't they bullying us? "
"Shut up," Fang Yan said. "Do you know what it means by heroes cherishing heroes?"
"I know. In Fang Yingying's eyes, the most awesome person is Fang Yingying — this is what they mean by heroes cherishing heroes. "
Pa!
Fang Yan slapped Fang Haohan's head again. It was impossible to explain things to these two little bastards.
Fang Haohan dodged with the rabbit in his arms and said in a wronged tone, "I didn't say anything wrong — it's not like you don't know the condition of Master's body. They came here to show off, aren't they just making things difficult for Master? What does Master care about the most? What he was most concerned about was that his meridians were severed, and there was no way for him to return to his peak state. If that old man, who was always pretending to be mysterious, challenged Master, with Master's temperament, he would definitely not refuse. What was this? When a tiger falls to the plains, it will be bullied by dogs? If he's so capable, let him fight you — "
Fang Yan knew that Fang Haohan was worried about the safety of the old drunkard, and the possibility of what he said was very high. Moreover, didn't the Chiba Army come all the way here to finish the unfinished battle in the past?
If the Chiba Army challenged the old drunkard, the old drunkard would definitely not refuse. Just like when Fang Yan was challenged by the Chiba Army, although he was scared to death, even if he really had to die, he would not refuse.
Some things had nothing to do with life and death, but with dignity.
In the past, the old drunkard used to drown his sorrows with alcohol.
If he was forced by external forces, the old drunkard would probably die to drown his sorrows.
Such a proud man, such a glorious hero, had fallen into such a situation. Perhaps living was more of a torture than dying, right?
However, even knowing this answer, Fang Yan still did not stop the two of them from meeting.
Because, except for the old drunkard himself, no one was qualified to make such a decision for him.
For such a man, what they needed the most was understanding and respect, not protection and pity.
Fang Yan looked at Fang Haohan and said, "Is there any use in stopping them?"
"No." Fang Haohan shook his head.
"Then stand aside and pray," said Fang Yan.
Fang Haohan stared at Chiba Haohan unkindly and said, "Since we have nothing to do, why don't I beat him up — who asked his father to challenge my master?"
Fang Yan glanced at Chiba Haohan and said, "Whatever."
The person he respected was the Chiba Army, and as for this guy — — he really did not have a good impression of him. He also knew that Chiba Haohan did not have a good impression of him either.
If the opportunity was ripe, maybe this guy would stab him with a knife. Fang Yan was on guard against him.
In the end, Fang Haohan did not challenge Chiba Haohan, because just as he was about to do so, he heard the sound of wood breaking in the yard.
"They've started fighting," said Fang Haohan anxiously. He hugged Little White tightly in his arms, like an ugly little girl who had been frightened. It would be difficult to find a woman uglier than Fang Haohan.
Chiba Haohan also heard the sound, and did not have time to guard against Fang Haohan's possible sneak attack from behind. He quickly ran to the wooden door, wanting to look through the gap.
Fang Yan took a step forward and pulled him aside from the door.
If the two men inside were to kill each other, this small yard would be torn apart by them in minutes. Even a branch or leaf flying out from inside could kill someone. Chiba Haohan ran to the door and lay down, and if he was not careful, he would be killed.
To be honest, Fang Yan really did not care about Chiba Haohan's life. Because he had always felt that this guy was too narrow-minded and evil.
However, if Chiba Haohan came out and found his son dead, would he suspect him of being the culprit? It would not be good to cause such a misunderstanding.
After a few noises, there was no more movement in the yard.
Fang Haohan looked at Fang Yan, and Chiba Haohan also looked at Fang Yan.
Fang Yan's expression was solemn, but he did not say anything.
He could feel the murderous aura in the yard, and the situation did not seem right.
Thinking of all the strange things that happened when Chiba Haohan came, Fang Yan had a very bad feeling.
These two people were not going to fight to the death, were they?
Fang Yan became anxious and hesitated whether he should push open the wooden door and force his way in.
Creak —
The wooden door opened from the inside.
The old drunkard stood at the door and first glanced at Chiba Haohan, then said to Fang Yan, "Japanese Sword God Chiba Haohan, died in battle."
"Father —" Chiba Haohan had already seen his father's body lying in the snow on the ground and miserably threw himself over.
Fang Yan's expression was gloomy as he looked at Chiba Haohan's serene face after his death.
He was alive and well just a moment ago, but now he had become a corpse without breathing or a heartbeat.
Life was impermanent, that was all.
She recalled the first time they met. She recalled their battle at One Sword Peak. She recalled how he suddenly jumped up and pushed her away to avoid the shots of those flying people. She recalled how he stood under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard in his white robe. She also recalled how he asked her to stop the car by the roadside and run into the wheat field like a child. She then stepped on the cold black soil with her bare feet.
"Father —" Chiba Haohan put his hand on the wound on his father's stomach, but no matter how hard he tried, the blood kept gushing out. Not only from the front, but from the back as well. The large piles of snow in the yard were melted by the warm blood, and the melted ice and blood mixed together, forming even more ice water. The ice water soaked Chiba Haohan's body like a natural hotbed.
As the blood from Chiba Haohan's body kept gushing out, the color of the ice water became thicker and thicker. The yard was filled with the smell of blood.
Chiba Haohan saw the branch in his father's hand, so he grabbed it and charged at the old drunkard who was drinking from a wine jar in the corner.
"I'm going to kill you!" Chiba Haohan yelled, looking a little hysterical.
He was going crazy!
He was going crazy!
He never thought that he would encounter something like this while accompanying his father to visit a friend in Beijing. The man who was like a god of war in his heart, the undefeated hero, was lying in a pool of blood like his previous opponents.
How could he die? How could he die?
He was the Japanese God of War, his most powerful father.
All this time, he had been under his father's care and protection. He was arrogant because his father was the Japanese God of Swords. He worked hard because his father was the Japanese God of Swords.
He always felt that he still had a lot of time. Under his father's guidance and protection, he would definitely be able to achieve as much as his father. Perhaps even more dazzling than his father.
But why was his father suddenly gone?
It was this man who took his father away. He wanted to kill him, he had to kill him —
Whoosh —
He was only halfway there when a large jar of wine suddenly poured over his head.
The cold wine drenched his clothes and messed up his hair. Even the white silk tied around his forehead loosened and was about to fly away.
Most importantly, it froze him from head to toe and sobered him up.
His eyes turned blood-red, and he stared unblinkingly at the old drunkard.
His breathing was rapid, but his body seemed to have been immobilized, unable to move at all.
The old drunkard didn't get angry. He looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You are a lucky guy because you have a great father. You are also a tragic guy because your father is too great. "
Chiba still stared unblinkingly at the old drunkard. He seemed to understand what the old drunkard said, but it also seemed like he didn't understand anything.
The old drunkard shifted his gaze to Fang Yan and said, "He wants to stay and let his body become a pile of dust in Hua Xia. If he wants to see the vastness and depth of Hua Xia, then let him have a good look. If he wants to use his feet to measure the courage and foundation of Hua Xia, then let him have a good look. "
"Let him wear my shroud, live in my coffin, and enter my tomb — a grand burial."
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