Under Lan Shan Gu's lead, Fang Yan supported Lu Chaoge into Lan Shan's private room.
When the old man in sunglasses saw Fang Yan, he raised his eyebrows slightly and his expression tightened.
Jiang Junling sensed the strange expression of the old man beside him and glanced at him, then turned his gaze to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan supported Lu Chaoge to sit down and greeted the old man in sunglasses sitting opposite him, saying, "I haven't seen you for three years. Are you still in good health?"
"Very good," the fisherman said. He looked at Fang Yan and said in a sincere and caring voice, "Is your grandfather well?"
Fang Yan smiled and said, "If you want to know whether he's well or not, why don't you go to Swallow Dock and have a drink with him?"
"I don't dare to go." The fisherman sighed softly. "You know your grandfather's temper. If I go, he'll definitely scold me badly — I've lived for so many years, and this is the only face I can use to fool people. If it falls on the ground, how can I pick it up? "
"Also, your grandfather doesn't want to see me right now. Old Fang has always been strong and likes to compare himself to others — he's in his twilight years, but he has to send off a black-haired person. He doesn't feel good about it. Why should I go and stab him? "
Fang Yan's expression was solemn and he showed unprecedented respect to the fisherman. He said, "You are my grandfather's old friend of many years. The people who understand him the most are you old friends. My suggestion was too frivolous, please don't blame me, old man. "
The fisherman waved his hand and said, "I don't blame you. If I wanted to, I would have done it long ago. We each have our own standpoints, and we each serve our own masters, so we won't quarrel when we meet. When I feel like I'm about to leave, I'll go see Old Fang and have a good drink with him. I'll listen to him scold me to his heart's content — that's the real joy then. "
"I hope that day will come later," Fang Yan said with a serious expression.
Jiang Junling didn't feel jealous at all when his subordinates were fighting with the enemy.
He listened to their conversation with great interest, as if he were one of them.
Lan Shanggu also felt that the atmosphere was really strange, but he tried his best to keep a low profile and reduce his presence. After summoning the beauty in the palace dress to brew a pot of Longjing tea, she said to Fang Yan, "Young Master, I'll go out to entertain them. Shall we have dinner here tonight?"
"No need," Fang Yan refused. "If I eat here, you'll have to sit with me. If I busied myself with eating, I felt disrespectful to you, the host. If I keep thinking about what to say to you, I won't be able to eat smoothly. There's still leftovers at home. I'll go back and cook a few dishes. He wouldn't eat out. You don't have to leave, just be a witness. "
Lan Shanggu nodded and said, "Young master cooking personally, it's very romantic."
Fang Yan wouldn't let him leave, so he could only find a corner to sit.
Jiang Junling looked at Fang Yan and said with concern, "Just now, the fisherman said something. The white-haired person sending off the black-haired person, this is the greatest tragedy in life — the dead are gone, and the living are like this. Nothing is more sad than to ruin one's life. "
Fang Yan's eyes trembled slightly as he looked at Jiang Junling and said, "This is indeed a sad and despairing matter. You clearly feel that you can control everything, but you can only watch as your loved ones die in front of you — if it's possible, I hope that this will only happen once in my life. "
"What I've experienced has been experienced by others before, and in the future, there will be people who will experience it — if it's not someone else, it will be you. Fate is really a mysterious thing. Once the sickle in the hand of the Grim Reaper points at you, you can't run or hide. So, living like this is only one aspect. The key is to be strong, to accumulate virtue and do more good while you're alive. If you do too many bad things, the Grim Reaper's sickle will naturally hook onto your neck. "
Fang Yan used his own experience to point the spearhead at Jiang Junling. Those who do too much evil will bring about their own destruction. What happened to me will also happen to others. This kind of tragedy will never be the last time it happens.
If the Jiang family still doesn't know how to stop and keep doing such immoral things, the Grim Reaper's sickle will definitely stretch onto their necks. At that time, even if you regret it, it will be too late.
Jiang Junling nodded in agreement and said, "That makes sense. Filial piety, loyalty, trust, propriety, justice, integrity, and shame — if any of them are missing, it will be difficult to support a person. Accumulate virtue, do more good, and do less bad things, then there will be peace at home and abroad. "
Jiang Junling retorted bluntly. The hidden meaning in his words was that if Fang Yan hadn't done too many bad things, no one in his family would have died tragically. If he still acted willfully and recklessly this time, then there would be no peace at home and abroad.
Fang Yan was threatening Jiang Junling, and Jiang Junling was also threatening Fang Yan.
As soon as they came into contact, swords were drawn.
Lan Shanggu wished he could stick his head into his pants. Once again, he regretted sitting here. Why didn't he pretend to be dead and go to the hospital? Why didn't he say that he needed to change sanitary pads when he was on his period? Even if he was beaten twice on the head, it would still be much more relaxing and enjoyable than sitting here and watching Fang Yan and Jiang Junling stab each other.
Lan Shanggu felt that he was really too pitiful!
Fang Yan held a cup of Longjing tea in his hand, looked at Jiang Junling and said, "If I were you, I would definitely not be stupid enough to provoke a powerful opponent at this time —"
Jiang Junling calmly looked at Fang Yan and said, "When friends come, there is good wine, when enemies come, there is a hammer — friend or enemy, I know very well."
Pa!
Fang Yan raised his hand and splashed the cup of Longjing tea at Jiang Junling, who was sitting opposite him.
Whoosh —
The tea was like an arrow, piercing toward Jiang Junling's face.
The old man in shades moved like a goshawk. With a wave of his wide sleeves, the cup of Longjing tea was taken away without a drop of rain.
From beginning to end, the General Ling sat steadily in his original position, not showing any signs of panic or anger. He was like an emotionless stone Buddha.
The old man in shades was on guard, but Fang Yan didn't make any further moves.
Jiang Junling looked at Fang Yan and said, "This kind of insult has no meaning."
"If even you say it's an insult, then it means that this kind of behavior will make you unhappy — — I'm not a very promising person, but if I can make someone I don't like a little unhappy, I'll be very happy," Fang Yan said with a smile. "Tell me honestly, do you feel a little unhappy in your heart?"
Jiang Junling nodded honestly and said, "It's not just a little unhappy, it's very unhappy — — no one has ever dared to pour tea on the face of a member of the General's family. In the eyes of the elderly, this kind of insult is very serious, and it must be paid with blood. "
"In other words, I'll have to be more careful when I go out in the future?"
"Just take it as a friendly reminder," Jiang Junling looked at Fang Yan and said, "I sincerely wish for your family to be safe."
Hearing Jiang Junling's threat again, Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh and said, "You must have heard of this saying, 'The barefooted are not afraid of those who wear shoes.' We've experienced it before, so we know how painful it is to lose a loved one — — after knowing it, we hope that this feeling won't befall us again, but befall others. For example, those people who want to kill us — — Jiang Junling, do you believe it? I'm really not afraid of tearing your neck off. "
When Fang Yan said this last sentence, the smile on his face had disappeared, and his voice was devoid of any emotion. His clear eyes became deep, and a frightening scarlet red appeared in his pupils.
At this moment, Fang Yan was filled with killing intent, and he was as violent as a general who had just slaughtered thousands of enemy soldiers on the battlefield.
Even the Heart of Grand Mystery couldn't suppress such killing intent.
Even Laozi's Mind-clearing Incantation couldn't get rid of such killing intent.
The expression of the old man in sunglasses changed again, and he couldn't help but sit up, moving sideways toward Jiang Junling. This was to prevent Fang Yan's sudden attack from catching him off guard.
The old man in sunglasses looked at Fang Yan and said angrily, "How did you get the smell of blood from practicing the Fang Tai Chi? In the past, your grandfather wrote to me, praising you as a rare martial arts prodigy. You've indeed lived up to expectations, comprehending the Heart of Tai Chi at such a young age — — not only the Fang family, but also the famous Tai Chi clans all agree that you're the master of Tai Chi's resurgence. But look at what you're doing now. What are you practicing? You're going to lead Tai Chi down the wrong path. "
Fang Yan knew that the old man in sunglasses was really doing this for his own good. Old people at their age still had a strong sense of greatness, such as the resurgence of their country and culture.
Fang Yan had grown up in such a family, so he had subtly inherited such emotional cognition.
The red in Fang Yan's eyes slowly disappeared, and the hostility in his heart dissipated. Only then was he able to speak to the old man in sunglasses in a normal tone. He said, "I know that the way I practice is wrong, and I also know that I'm going down the wrong path — — but I really have no other choice. My heart is full of hatred, and I'm full of killing intent. If I don't vent these feelings, I think I'll never be able to return to the right path. "
"In three years, I haven't made any progress in my martial arts, and I haven't mastered my Qi. Grandfather is also very worried for me, and he has asked me countless times to let go of the knot in my heart and let go of the hatred — — but how can I let go? How can I let go? The knot in my heart isn't to let go, but to untie it. The hatred isn't to let go, but to have an eye for an eye — — "
Fang Yan opened his mouth and smiled at Jiang Junling, saying, "That's why I came out. I used my own method to untie the knot in my heart and let go of the hatred — — Jiang Junling, in the future, when I'm good at martial arts, you'll definitely be my greatest benefactor. "
"I can't bear it," Jiang Junling said with a serious expression. At this moment, in his heart, Fang Yan was like a rabid dog, a rabid dog that could pounce and bite someone at any time.
He somewhat regretted coming to Huacheng at this time.
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