Chapter 392, Qingyun appears under the Qingyun Sword!

It's not good to be too smart.

Fang Yan is a good advocate and force his friends to force the husband to be a custody. It is not an exaggeration for Yan Ziwu and Mr. Yan Ziwu to make a serious mistake.

I originally wanted to come over with a few branches on my back. Didn’t the ancients play the trick of carrying a thorn and apologizing for guilt?

But, can the man from Yanziwu do such a thing? Isn’t it insulting the gentleman and myself if you carry a few small thorns? Even if the gentleman removes those thorns, he can’t do anything to you. He is wasting his old strength. If you do such a thing, you will just make your husband angry.

Fang Yan hesitated for a while, and the two dog-headed military advisors Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan came up with advice, and finally decided to come over with a sword on their backs.

First, the sword is so grand that it looks murderous. It looks like a man from Yanziwu. The gentleman is happy when he sees it. When he walks on the road, he is easily looked at by the little girls and pretty wives, which can add points to his appearance.

Second, the sword is heavier than the jingle, which shows Fang Yan’s sincere determination to admit his mistakes. He does not escape, is not afraid, and faces things that are wrong, and he will face them bravely. If he wants to kill or cut them, he will listen to the emperor. Grandpa will go on-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fang Yan had already carried the sword in his back. At the critical moment, Fang Yingxiong asked a question: What if the gentleman killed you in anger?

The third nephew of the Fang family was stunned for a moment.

Yes, the teacher suffered such a big loss, and Fang Yan's actions were obviously different from his usual opinions. In anger, the teacher drew his sword to kill Fang Yan or cut Fang Yan. What should I do?

This issue has to be carefully considered.

Finally, at Fang Yingxiong's "active" suggestion and Fang Haohan's "strong" request, Fang Yan had to forcefully accept this disgraceful decision and use the prop sword they usually use for games.

There is a mechanism in that kind of sword, and a little force will break into two pieces. In the past, when Fang Yan and his friends were playing and fighting, in order to express their strength of their kung fu and their internal strength, they often used this prop sword to attack each other. While both sides were holding swords to compete for internal strength, the sword in their friends' hands suddenly broke into two pieces, one fell to the ground, and the other stabbed the opponent's abdomen. Before the death, the deceased said in horror: Have you actually learned the technique of breaking the sword?

Fang Yan's face was so hot that he was slapped dozens of times in the face.

The scene is really not very good now.

Fang Yan quickly climbed up from the ground and explained, "Sir, don't be angry, I'm just joking with you----living in this deserted cottage for a long time, and there are no entertainment activities in normal times. Mr. must be bored and lonely. I'm just relieving you and making you smile."

The old man on the gentleman's face twitched, staring at Fang Yan with a gray look, with an expression of laughter when you see me?

Fang Yan looked around the room, pulled out an iron sword falling from the corner of the wall, and said, "Come on, I'll find another sword. If you want to kill or cut, you can let yours do it. The teacher is my husband for one day, and he will be my husband for the rest of his life. If he can die under the sword of his husband, I will die without any shock."

"Forget it." The gentleman waved his hand, looked at Fang Yan seriously, and said, "Fang Yan, I understand your feelings. I have my own ideas, but you finally chose the path you want to go---I just said that there is nothing right or wrong, only suitable or not."

"If it is suitable or not, you can only know if it is suitable. You have already taken our Yanziwu forward one step, so Yanziwu will never retreat again, and others will not allow us to retreat. You can only keep moving forward. Since you have taken Yanziwu to take the first step, then you can continue walking with Yanziwu. You have no choice but to do this mission."

"Sir, I'm not suitable? I think I'm too rough in my work, and I'm so slick and not in a straight face. I can't bear too much pressure. When I encounter danger, I want to turn around and run away---or why do you change another candidate? I think Bai Xiu is good, mature and steady, broad-minded, and outstanding ability. And the most important thing is that both the men and women in Yanziwu are obsessed with him, and they give him a thumbs up when they hear him----Bai Xiu is much more suitable than me."

The gentleman stared at Fang Yan with sharp eyes and said, "Fang Yan, put away your colorful intestines. Do you think you are useless to use a broken sword to make me angry? Your temperament is exactly the same as your grandfather Fang Huwei back then. He has a temper, no courage, ability, and less responsibility. Your grandfather has been wronged all his life, but he is simply frustrated in the second half of his life. Can you, a grandson, be able to make an excitement for him?"

Fang Yan held the dusty iron sword in his hand and sighed softly, "Sir, the responsibility is heavy, I'm afraid I can't afford it."

"As long as you do your best, who will blame you then?" said the gentleman proudly. "If anyone is not satisfied, let him come to talk to me. Let me not use an iron sword to break his head."

‘Look at me, I don’t use an iron sword to break his head’, only the gentleman can say this sentence. No one else dares to say it, nor is he qualified to say it.

The gentleman is the gentleman, the gentleman from Yanziwu.

The gentleman patted Fang Yan on the shoulder and said, "Go. You are not alone, Yanziwu will always be your strong backing. As long as I am still alive, I will support you."

Fang Yan was speechless and bowed deeply to the husband.

He turned and left, generous and tragic.

From today on, from now on, another responsibility will be taken on his shoulders.

It is a responsibility that cannot be seen or touched, but is heavy to suppress others' breath.

"This boy----" the gentleman smiled and shook his head.

"Sir." Bai Xiu appeared in front of the gentleman. He had black hair and white robe with barefoots. At first glance, he looked like a lonely crazy man. However, the black hair was too natural and soft, and the white robe was too simple and clean. He looked gentle and elegant, and he was very likely to give people a favor.

"I was almost deceived by this young monkey again." The gentleman said proudly. "If you deal with this kid, you have to turn your head a few more times---it's right to think about everything a few more times. He can't kneel down in the snow for so long without a complaint, but can't bear this punishment. He can't take a broken sword out and embarrass him? He just wanted to make me angry, and let me fiddle him aside and choose another person to take on this responsibility. I just don't let this lazy guy do this. So, isn't Sun Monkey still unable to escape the palm of the Tathagata Buddha?"

"Sir, wise as the sea, his little tricks will naturally be gone." Bai Xiu said complimentally.

"How can there be any wisdom like the sea?" The gentleman waved his hand and said with a humble look on his face. The longer he lives, the more he has awe of things like life. "It's just that he has lived a few years more than you, and he sees more and listens more--that's all."

"Sir, Fang Yan took your Qingyun Sword." Bai Xiu said.

The gentleman was stunned and asked, "When?"

"When I bowed to you with a affectionate look on my face just now," Bai Xiu said.

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"Sir, do you want to get it back?" Bai Xiu asked.

"Forget it." The gentleman waved his hand and said. "Good wind brought me to Qingyun with his power---This Qingyun sword has been with me for decades. I have never been unsheathed. I will give it to him and send him straight into Qingyun."

Bai Xiu smiled and said, "Sir, I really like Fang Yan."

"He took advantage of you and left you speechless. Can such a boy not be liked? Smart people really need to take advantage of survival in this world."

"Yes." Bai Xiu nodded and said. He took the cool sea bowl from his husband's hand, scalded it with boiling water, poured the bowl of hot water and put it in his husband's hand, and said, "Drink less tea and drink more water. You just handed over such an important responsibility to Fang Yan. Don't you want to live a few more years to see where he can take Yanziwu?"

The gentleman patted Bai Xiu's back of his hand and said, "This kid is smart, but smart people are too easy to go to extremes. If there is danger in Yanziwu------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Sir, I understand." Bai Xiuchen pointed his head. "Swallow Dock is Fang Yan's Swallow Dock, and it is also my Swallow Dock."

The gentleman smiled and said, "I am fighting wits and courage with that boy, and I am exhausted. Go and I will lie down and rest for a while."

Bai Xiu did not leave immediately, but helped to light the firewood, and helped the gentleman lie on the chair, put a mattress on his body, then closed the wooden door and left.

Crunch---

The wooden door was covered, and the gentleman lying on the chair opened his eyes.

Under the reflection of the fire, his pupils flashed with colorful light. His eyes were deep and distant, like the boundless snow field outside the hut, and like the starry sky covering the entire earth.

This is a wise old man and an experienced old man.

"These young people" he looked at the fire in front of him and whispered: "I hope this is the blessing of Yanziwu---"

Fang Yan held the Qingyun Sword and walked back happily like a thief who had succeeded, but met a woman in black who was throwing a snowball into the pond at the door of her house.

The woman grabbed a handful of snow from the snow under her feet, pinched it hard, and a smooth ball appeared in the palm of her hand.

She threw the ball towards the ice surface of the pond, and the ball slid forward on the ice layer.

This is a small game that Fang Yanyan taught her. Swallow is not a prosperous place, there are no bars and ktvs, but the children naturally have their own unique skills in picking up girls, and they are not inferior to the means of the children in the city.

Fang Yan looked at her back for a while and felt that it would be better not to have any contact with her. Holding the sword, he was about to pass through her quietly.

"Are you pretending not to know me or pretending not to see me?" The woman suddenly turned around and looked at Fang Yan who was about to escape with a smile on her face.

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Chapter completed!