That night, several disciples of Chiba's Battalion escorted his wife and daughter, Chiba Kaori, to Beijing.
Chiba Kaori's wife was called Ozawa Wakako. She was a respectful, gentle, and beautiful woman. Chiba Kaori's good looks were inherited from her.
She treated the Fang family very calmly. After bowing to express her gratitude, she knelt next to her husband's body and wiped his face with a silk handkerchief over and over again.
Chiba Kaori bowed to Fang Yan, then knelt together with her brother, Chiba Haomu, and burned incense for their father.
The beautiful and carefree girl's face was pale, and she looked unusually haggard. It was obvious that her father's death had hit her hard. It was only because of her excellent upbringing that she put away her weak and worthless tears in front of outsiders.
Phantom and the other disciples became Fang Yan's right-hand men, and they did whatever Fang Yan asked them to do. There was no ill will between the two parties, as if the death of Chiba Kaori had nothing to do with the Fang family.
"It had nothing to do with me." Fang Yan lay on the rattan chair that the old drunkard often used. He held a big bowl in his hand and drank a mouthful of wine. He really wanted to drink today, so he naturally came to the old drunkard.
"If we think about it carefully, the Fang family is the one who suffered the most, right? Chiba Kaori, that sly old man, lost his will to win, and he was worried about the future of the Japanese Martial Artists, so he came up with such a lousy move to help himself and Japan — "
"If the news that the Japanese Sword God died in your hands spreads to Japan, you will become their public enemy, and the Fang family will become their enemy. I'm afraid that every Japanese Martial Artist will have a new goal when they practice swordsmanship: to learn the Divine Skill and kill the Azure Dragon. Tell me, what are we after? "
The old drunkard stood in the courtyard with a wine gourd in his hand. He kept drinking, but he didn't answer Fang Yan's questions.
"He used his death to awaken the Japanese Martial Artists' desire to work hard, and used your hands to ignite their hatred. We respect him, and I do think he's a good person. But can a good person plot against others? Why? "
"We didn't get anything. He didn't even give me a hundred dollars. But we've done so many things for him and made ourselves the target of a country. Aren't we being too kind? We know it's not good for us, but we can't not do it — we have to do it. Why do I feel so — upset? "
"If I were to find him, he would do the same," Old Drunkard said in a dull voice.
He was silent for a long time before he suddenly spoke. This made Fang Yan feel that the voice did not come from his mouth, but someone else was talking to them.
"Are you that confident?"
"You don't believe me?"
Fang Yan thought about it seriously and said, "He is indeed such a person. On the way back to pick him up, I suddenly realized something. Then, he stood by my side and guarded me carefully. He was worried that I would be in danger. If he had taken action at that time, I wouldn't have stood a chance. However, I wasn't worried at all. I'm a narrow-minded guy. Since when did I trust someone so much? "
"But his son's emotions were very unstable. There were several times when I wanted to take action, but he stopped me with his eyes."
"I should have been the one to die," Old Drunkard said.
"You've never said something like that before," Fang Yan advised seriously. He didn't want Old Drunkard to die, even if he knew it would be crueler for him to live.
But, wouldn't there be nothing left after death?
"In the past, I thought I still had hope. Just like what he said, I hoped that I could find myself again and return to my best state. I hoped that she would always be there and never leave. So, I kept waiting. But now, I'm a little tired of waiting, and I'm tired of drinking. So, I want to die. I don't know what death is like. Maybe it's more interesting than living? "
"I don't know either," Fang Yan said. "But, if you die, you won't have a chance to prove that you can return to your original glory. You also can't believe that she has always been there and never left. Also, Dragon God has a tough life. You can't just let him break your tendons, right? When there's a chance to take revenge, you still have to beat him up in front of everyone. Even if you don't care about any of this and let it go. What about me? Have you let me go as well? "
"— —" Old Drunkard thought about his words for a long time, but found that he still didn't know how to answer Fang Yan's question.
What do you mean I've let you go? When did I ever carry you?
"Besides, if he dies, you have to live" Fang Yan angrily said: "You owe so much, you've pulled the hatred of an entire country's martial artists — — if you die, won't they come after me for revenge? My skin is thin and my flesh is tender, how could I be their match? "
"— —"
Old Drunkard was speechless for a long time.
Standing in the middle of the courtyard with the gourd in his hand, he even forgot to drink.
Crack — —
Old Drunkard suddenly exerted force, crushing the gourd in his hand into pieces.
He lifted a large jar and gulped down a mouthful of wine. Then, he swung the large jar and smashed it at the other jars.
Clang — —
The two jars collided with each other, making a loud noise.
He picked up the second vat and smashed it towards the other vat.
Then the third jar smashed into even more jars.
Clang clang clang clang clang.
Old Drunkard smashed all the jars in the courtyard, even the new wine he brewed on New Year's Eve was smashed.
"Stop drinking" Old Drunkard breathed out like a sword and shouted.
When Old Drunkard smashed the jars, Fang Yan understood what he wanted to do.
Obviously, Qianye's death had greatly affected Old Drunkard.
Someone didn't hesitate to die to fulfill his wish, so how could the torture he was suffering compare to that?
But he didn't cheer, nor would he help. He wanted to watch helplessly as the old drunkard personally smashed these wine jars, personally smashed the new and old wine he brewed, personally smashed his current rotten and tattered life into pieces.
He's been drowning for too long, he should've been reborn a long time ago.
Until all the jars in the courtyard were smashed, the tiles were broken, and the wine was spilled all over the courtyard. Even the air was filled with the strong smell of burning knives, making one feel intoxicated.
"Good"
"Good"
"Good"
Fang Yan shouted "good" three times in a row. He jumped up from his chair and said: "I knew this day would come, I've been waiting for this day — — I knew you would stand up again, I knew you would soar to the sky. I knew it would be like this "
"The humiliation of one person is better than the humiliation of a family, and the humiliation of a family is better than the humiliation of a country. I know that the news of this battle has the effect of gathering the ambition of the Japanese martial artists and provoking their hatred. But, what's there to be afraid of? "Mo Qingdi ignored Fang Yan's flattery and went into an invincible performance.
"If I could challenge the Thirty-six Islands of the East Ocean and fight thirty-six East Ocean people by myself, then I can challenge the Thirty-six Islands of the East Ocean and fight thirty-six East Ocean people by myself again."
"20 years ago, I could defeat Sword God once, then I can defeat Sword God again. 20 years later, I can kill Sword God once, then I can kill Sword God again. From now on, no one in Japanese will dare to call themselves Sword God. "
Fang Yan was so excited that his body was trembling, unable to control himself.
Just listen, just listen, what's heroic spirit? What's heroic spirit? What's a perfect example of acting cool?
From a certain point of view, Fang Yan isn't even fit to carry the old drunkard's shoes.
Fang Yan was very excited, but also very self-conscious.
He drank the liquor in his bowl in one gulp and loudly cheered: "That's how a man should be"
To match the old drunkard's heroic spirit, to match the current atmosphere, Fang Yan even sang a war song.
This was a song the old drunkard taught him when he was young.
Boiling blood
Boiling blood
Like the waves in the river
Like the waves in the sea
Always stirring my heart
Just because the humiliation hasn't been cleared — — -
Fang Yan sang with a high spirit, his blood vessels swelled, he sang with passion, he sang with a sense of self-satisfaction.
The old drunkard waited for him to finish, then happily said: "It's good that you have such ambition, the things I mentioned — — I'll leave them to you from now on"
"— — -"
"If I can do it, so can you," the old drunkard said.
After that, he turned around and walked into the house. From now on, he would no longer sleep on the reclining chair under the eaves of the corridor or in a corner.
Fang Yan stood alone in the wind and snow, his expression a little sad and melancholy.
The Chiba Ministry of War was buried in peace. Ghost Shadow brought his wife Ozawa Wakako, Chiba Kaoru and Chiba Haomu to thank the Fang family.
After hearing about the deeds of the Chiba Ministry of War, Lu Wan respected this family very much and was full of sympathy for Ozawa Wakako.
She took Ozawa Wakako's hand and said a lot of comforting words. Someone next to her helped translate. Ozawa Wakako expressed her gratitude and bowed to Lu Wan again and again. In the end, she bowed so much that Lu Wan didn't dare to speak.
Chiba Haomu stared at Fang Yan fiercely and firmly. After bowing deeply to him, he said: "I will definitely defeat you."
Slap!
Fang Yan slapped Chiba Haomu's head.
After that, he slapped Chiba Haomu's shoulder again and again. With a sad expression, he said in a heavy voice: "You are a good boy. Don't have too much psychological pressure — — Your father is gone, but your uncle is still here. In the future, I will take on the responsibility and obligation of educating you. I believe that you will become an excellent swordsman. Just like your father. "
Chiba Haomu's face turned red because of Fang Yan's slaps, but he couldn't lose his temper, because everything the interpreter said seemed to be for his own good.
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