The people of Swallow Dock believed that a teacher for a day was a father for life. Since Wang Dong was Fang Huwei's disciple, Fang Huwei was his father.
Wang Dong and Fang Yixing weren't just fellow apprentices, they were blood brothers.
It wasn't about whose life was more precious, nor was it about who was more qualified to live.
Wang Dong had his own family, wife, and child. In the eyes of his wife and child, his life was even more precious than Fang Yixing's. His life was more important than anything else.
Wang Dong was willing to fight for a minute or even thirty seconds for his senior brother — —
He valued friendship over life and death.
This was Wang Dong's way of repaying his debt of gratitude.
It was rough and deep.
The black Buick flew through the air for a short period of time. Because there was a knife stuck in its head, and the handle of the knife was still clamped onto the metal roof of the car, Wang Dong's body wasn't thrown into the air.
Clang!
Both the man and the car fell into a deep ditch. The ditch was deep and narrow, making it hard for the car to get out of it.
The black-robed man tapped the roof of the car with his toes, and his body jumped high into the air. His black robe fluttered in the wind, making him look like a flying bat.
He really did look like a black animal, and his ability to stay in the air was astonishing. The black robe flew through the air for a long distance before gently landing on the ground.
The mud didn't splash, the snow didn't rise, and the snow didn't leave a trace.
Fang Yixing jumped very quickly, but he still couldn't catch up to the speed of the tragedy.
When he jumped into the ditch, he pulled out the knife from the roof of the car and dragged Wang Dong's body out. Wang Dong's head and body were already dyed red by his own blood.
His eyes were wide open, and blood flowed into his eye sockets. The whites of his eyes had also turned blood-red.
He was extremely unwilling to accept this.
"Wang Dong — —"
Fang Yixing hugged Wang Dong tightly, helping him warm up his body that was gradually turning cold.
When a person died, the heat would dissipate.
Fang Yixing didn't grieve for too long, because he had more important things to do.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Wang Dong's eyes, wiping the blood from his eyes. However, there was a large hole in his head, and it was still bleeding non-stop. Just as he wiped it clean, the blood gushed in again, dyeing his eyes red.
Therefore, Fang Yixing could only force him to close his eyes.
He took off his woolen coat and covered Wang Dong's head, face, and body.
Afterwards, he picked up the blade that the black-robed man had used to cut open Wang Dong's skull. He tore off the tie around his neck and tied it around Wang Dong's arm.
In the end, he tied his necktie into a dead knot, and the knife became one with his body.
Fang Yixing stood up and stood in front of the black-robed man again.
The black-robed man raised his head. The eyes covered by the black hat were as cold and vicious as those of a wild beast.
He looked at Fang Yixing and said, "The people of Swallow Dock — are they not afraid of death?"
"I'm afraid of death," Fang Yixing said. "It's good to be alive. No one wants to die."
"Why isn't he afraid?" The black-robed man pointed at Wang Dong, who was lying on the ground.
"He's called Wang Dong. He was originally a beggar. When his hands and feet were about to be broken and he became a cripple, my father rescued him from the hands of the underground Beggar Clan. From then on, he became a member of the Fang family. "
"His life was given to him by my father, and his dignity was also given to him by my father. We gave him life, so he used his own method to return a life to the Fang family. We gave him dignity to live, so he chose to die with dignity. "
Fang Yixing looked at Wang Dong and said softly, "He's a hero. After he died, his corpse was buried in the Fang family's ancestral cave, and his spirit tablet was enshrined in the Fang family's ancestral shrine. As long as the Fang family continues to plant terminated meridians, his incense will never be extinguished. "
He was explaining to the black-robed man, but it was more like he was giving Wang Dong a guarantee.
A hero cherished a hero. In order to save him, Wang Dong gave up his life, so he wasn't stingy in giving him the most important thing that Wang Dong cared about the most.
The black-robed man muttered to himself for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice, "The dignity of living, the freedom of life, the ancestral cave, and the ancestral shrine — it's truly enviable. I don't have any of these things. A lonely ghost like me will be thrown into the wilderness or a mass grave after I die. My corpse will be torn apart and eaten by vultures or wild dogs. There's no ancestral cave to bury me in, but there's still incense to burn — no wonder he was willing to die to save you. "
After pausing for a moment, the black-robed man asked again, "Then, what about Zhou Fan? He's a greedy, cowardly, selfish, and cold-hearted person — the reason why I chose him was because I originally thought that he was the same type of person as me. Why did he also choose that method? He'd rather sacrifice himself than poison the soup? And why — was he willing to die for you? "
A proud and gentle smile appeared on Fang Yixing's face as he said in a loud voice, "Do you know what home is?"
"Home?" The black-robed man thought about it seriously. He really didn't know what home was. What exactly was home? Was it a house that could shelter you from the wind and rain? Was it a pile of luxurious, high-class furniture?
Or was it to provide you with different women every day?
"Home is a family. Only when there are people can there be a home. When you get home from work, your wife will have already prepared dinner and boiled chicken soup. When you go out for business, your son will call you over and over again, asking why your father isn't back yet — the two of you will sit at the same table and eat. You will scold your son for his naughty behavior, and you will teach your daughter to study hard. Even when other children's parents come looking for you, as a father, you will stand up and apologize to them or argue with them — "
Fang Yixing's smile was very gentle, but his eyes began to tear up.
The wife he mentioned was his wife, and the son he mentioned was his son.
The family he mentioned was his family.
He probably wouldn't have the chance to enjoy this kind of happiness ever again, right?
"You're right, Zhou Fan is indeed the type of person you described. In terms of personality, he is the same type of person as you — — but he can't betray his wife and child, and he can't abandon his family and happiness. He has experienced it, and he has enjoyed it. Those who have experienced it and enjoyed it will never be like you — — like an animal's way of thinking and acting. He fearlessly told the truth and saved the Fang family. The Fang family also gave him tolerance and understanding, and gave him a complete family — — "
The black cloaked man nodded and said: "You have taught me a lesson. What you said is something I have never experienced or enjoyed, but it is very comfortable to listen to — — I don't want to give up my life, I want to try my best to live. That's why I live my life for others, to kill people. "
The black cloaked man looked at Fang Yixing and said: "I respect you, I gave you a chance. Unfortunately, until now, no one has come to save you — — then I'm sorry. "
"No need to apologize" Fang Yixing shook his head. "I don't accept your apology. You don't need to give me a chance, I don't need any chance from you. "
"I know you came for my son, but this is even more worrying than coming for me. As a father, I don't have much ability, and when my son is in danger, I can't do much. But, I have learned some martial arts before — — I can't help him much, but I'll help him exhaust some of your strength. "
The hatred in the black cloaked man's eyes disappeared, but his voice was still hoarse and unpleasant to hear, but he said with an extremely serious tone: "I like to torture people, but I won't torture you. You will die a quick death. "
Fang Yixing didn't say thank you. He wouldn't say thank you to such a person.
He tightened his grip on the long saber, lowered his body, and took the initiative to charge at the black cloaked man.
Crack crack crack — —
The leather shoes on his feet stepped on the hard layer of snow, causing the accumulated snow to make crunching noises.
He rushed in front of the black cloaked man, and then slashed at his head.
Mountain-splitting Saber!
This was the simplest and most vicious move among saber techniques.
It was the saber technique of the Zhao family of Swallow Dock. After that incident, he had tried countless times, and this was only one of his countless failures.
The Fang family was good at Tai Chi, and the Tai family of Tai Chi had an extremely high status in the Jianghu.
But Tai Chi needed strength. Tai Chi without the support of strength was just fancy Tai Chi.
Some Tai Chi experts didn't even need strength, and only needed technique to bring someone down. But, Fang Yixing knew very well that with his Tai Chi cultivation without strength, facing an opponent like the black cloaked man, the only road left for him was death.
He didn't want to win, and only wanted to fight to the death.
The saber's energy was sharp, fierce, and decisive.
The whistling cold wind was slashed apart by this saber, and even his body became hot.
Fang Yixing could only use 70% of his power in this saber, but because of the murderous intent in his heart, there was an additional power that could frighten one's soul.
Whoosh — —
The black cloak shook, and the black cloaked man's body flew into the air, and he started to retreat at an extremely fast speed.
He actually chose to retreat!
A saber with no chance of survival, a saber that would put himself in a dead end, naturally could make people feel fear.
Fang Yixing only wanted to use this saber.
Fang Yixing thought that he could only use this saber.
The black cloaked man retreated, and his battle intent surged once again.
The long saber that was tied to his palm and arm let out a sharp sound, waiting for the moment to drink blood and seal the throat to arrive.
Fang Yixing's body rushed forward, and he chased after the black cloaked man.
One retreated, and the other attacked.
Fang Yixing ran faster and faster, and in the end, his feet didn't even touch the ground, and his body jumped high in the air.
Another saber slashed over!
It was still a machete!
A machete with no defense, a machete with no return.
Pa!
The black cloaked man swung his long sleeves, and a long black cloth covered Fang Yixing.
Fang Yixing didn't dodge, and his saber slashed towards the black cloth.
Rip —
Fang Yixing's saber slashed a huge hole in the black cloth, but Fang Yixing's body was kicked away by the black cloaked man's leg that came out from below.
Thump —
Fang Yixing's abdomen was hit, and his body fell onto the snowy ground, sliding backward.
He slid for a very, very long time, until the inertia disappeared, and his body finally stopped.
He felt a sweetness in his throat, and a large amount of blood came out.
"I'm not dead, and I didn't lose my saber." Fang Yixing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the saber was still tied to his arm, and he thought, "I can still slash again."
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