Chapter 1015 Encountering an old friend in a foreign land!
Although Ye Fan has a strong determination, he is still a young man with a strong spirit. With the warm fragrance of soft jade in his arms, he can no longer suppress his most primitive desires, and a raging flame burns in his lower abdomen.
There are probably not many men in the world who can resist a natural beauty like Mei Daizi who throws herself into her arms.
A man and a woman alone are in the same room, thunder from the sky stirs fire on the earth, and the atmosphere is extremely charming.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
At this moment, there was a disturbing knock on the door.
Hearing this, Ye Fan felt as if cold water had been poured on him. His desire instantly subsided, his eyes returned to clarity, and he slowly pushed Mei Daizi away.
Mei Daizi's pretty face was full of disappointment, and she secretly thought that she had missed this opportunity, and it would be difficult for her to recommend herself as a pillow in the future.
But she had no choice but to stand up and straighten her messy clothes.
At this time, Ye Fan turned his head and looked at the door, his deep eyes seemed to have penetrating power, and he shouted:
"Who is coming?"
The next moment, a deep voice came from outside the door: "Ping Zhongsheng, the head of the Huanwu Ping family, has come to pay homage to Grandmaster Ye on the orders of the Emperor!"
"Ping Zhongsheng?!" Upon hearing this name, Mei Daizi couldn't help but exclaimed.
Next, with Mei Daizi's introduction, Ye Fan figured out the identity of this person.
Yuan, Ping, Fuji, and Tachibana are the four ancient nobles of Japan. They were born out of the royal family and gave birth to countless great figures.
The legendary swordsman Minamoto Musashi was born in Seiwa Genji.
The Huanwu Ping clan was equally prominent. At the end of the Heian period, the nobles were full of power conflicts and contradictions, which were eventually resolved by resorting to force. The Ping clan repeatedly won success in wars, and many vassal states outside the court also fell into the hands of the Ping clan.
Power over the world.
Today, although the Ping clan is no longer as prosperous as it once was, it is still a very powerful force and has close ties with the royal family.
This visiting Ping Zhongsheng is the current head of the Ping family.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Fan slowly said: "Meidaizi, go and open the door!"
"Yes, young master!" Mei Daizi moved lightly on her lotus steps and acted as she was told.
Soon, Ping Zhongsheng entered the room.
He was probably in his early fifties, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a fair face and no beard, and his hair was combed meticulously. It was obvious that he must have been a handsome man when he was young.
After seeing Ye Fan, Ping Zhongsheng walked forward quickly, bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, and said in an unusually humble voice: "Master Ye... I am very honored to meet you!"
Although his tone was respectful, his body was trembling, his head was always lowered, and he did not dare to look directly at Mark.
Seeing this, Ye Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, forming a joking smile, and asked: "What? Am I that scary?"
"No...no..." Ping Zhongsheng shook his head quickly, but big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his vest was even colder, like falling into an ice cellar.
These days, the terrifying legend about Ye Fan has spread throughout the upper echelons of the Japanese country.
With the power of one person, many people were killed. The blood flowed from noble families and ninja clans to rivers, leaving no trace of armor behind.
The power of a sword caused a tsunami to roar, destroying bridges and killing thousands of people.
With the power of a halberd, he defeated the legendary swordsman Minamoto Musashi and chopped down Mount Fuji by a hundred meters.
No matter who it is, they will probably be trembling with fear and walking on thin ice when faced with such a unique and vicious person.
…
"Tell me, why do you come to see me?" Ye Fan said.
"Huh..." Ping Zhongsheng took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "Master Ye is so powerful that he is unparalleled in the world. Before, we were blind and did not recognize Taishan! In order to calm your anger, three days later, the Emperor
Your Excellency is holding a banquet in Kyoto, and I would like to apologize to you!"
With that said, Ping Zhongsheng took out another invitation and handed it over.
"Oh?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and fell into thought.
This banquet is probably not a "Hongmen Banquet", but the Japanese royal family has really given in.
After the death of Minamoto Musashi, the entire Japanese martial arts world was in a state of collapse. Even if the official army dispatched troops, it would be difficult to stop Ye Fan.
The wisest choice is to give in and apologize.
Although the banquet is hosted by the emperor, the emperor will not appear directly on that occasion, but will send members of the royal family to represent him.
"Hmph!" Ye Fan sneered and said, "Just by apologizing, I want to wipe out all the previous grievances. That old guy, the Emperor, thinks it's quite beautiful!"
In the Japanese country, the emperor holds the supreme status and is considered to be the descendant of Amaterasu. He is also the supreme leader of Shintoism and the national symbol.
But in Ye Fan's mouth, he called him an "old thing", which was extremely disrespectful.
However, when Ping Zhongsheng heard this, he didn't even dare to fart. Instead, he smiled and said: "Master Ye, this dinner is not only an apology to you, but also other compensations! Don't worry, we will definitely use all the strength of the country.
, to your satisfaction!”
Ping Zhongsheng said it sincerely, revealing his full sincerity.
Of course, this all depends on Ye Fan's terrifying strength that dominates the world. They don't have any bargaining capital now. Even if Ye Fan opens his mouth when the time comes, they can only reluctantly agree.
"Okay, I will go to the banquet!" Ye Fan accepted the invitation.
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Three days later, Kyoto.
Different from the prosperity of Tokyo, Kyoto is the thousand-year-old ancient capital of the Japanese country, with a long history and culture. The entire city is completely modeled after Chang'an and Luoyang in China, and it is also called Jingluo.
For more than ten centuries, Kyoto's buildings have never been destroyed or renovated, and the streets and alleys reveal a strong Tang style and Chinese charm.
The emperor's dinner was held in a club on the outskirts of Kyoto.
There was still an hour before the dinner officially started, and all kinds of luxury cars were already parked in front of the club.
Those who came to the banquet were all the top figures in Japan's upper class. They were all dressed in suits and leather shoes, and behaved elegantly. They did not dare to neglect the dinner personally invited by the emperor.
In addition, in order to please Ye Fan, many Chinese businessmen doing business in Japan were also invited to the dinner.
At half past six in the evening, Ye Fan came to this club.
Unlike the big shots who came for the appointment, he neither rode in a luxury car nor wore fancy clothes, looking like a passerby.
No one could have imagined that this inconspicuous young man would be the real protagonist of this dinner!
Ye Fan took a step forward and walked towards the door of the club.
Suddenly, a young female voice came from behind him:
"Xiaofan...is that you?"
There was some hesitation in his tone, with a bit of uncertainty.
Ye Fan paused when he heard this, turned around, and saw a tall girl in his sight.
She is about 18 or 9 years old. She has exquisite makeup on her face, but she can't hide her pure temperament, especially her deer-like innocent eyes, which make people feel like first love.
She was wearing a black evening dress, which made her skin, which was as beautiful as frost and snow, extremely white, like fine mutton-fat jade, without any flaws.
With a model figure of 1.7 meters, she is the best, and she is wearing high heels. Most Japanese men can only look up at her. Her two beautiful legs are wrapped in stockings, which makes people sigh that her legs are too old.
"Who are you……?"
Looking at this girl, Ye Fan looked suspicious, she seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember her for a while.
"Xiaofan, I am Yang Yuwei, don't you remember me?" the innocent girl said softly.
Yang Yuwei?!
Hearing the name, Ye Fan's eyes froze, he looked at her back and forth, and said with some disbelief: "Are you really Yuwei? How did you become so beautiful?"
"Have you never heard of the transformation of women's 18th birthday? She is now a contracted model for Xinwei magazine!" Yang Yuwei pouted and said coquettishly.
Ye Fan was really surprised when he heard this.
This Yang Yuwei was his classmate in the first grade of junior high school. She was not a beauty at that time. She was short, dark, and not good-looking. She was called the "ugly duckling" and was often bullied.
There were a few times when Ye Fan couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to protect her. Over time, others no longer dared to bully her.
Therefore, Ye Fan can be regarded as one of her few friends.
In the second year of junior high school, Yang Yuwei's parents went to work in other places, so she transferred to another school.
Since then, the two have never met each other again, and they never expected to meet by chance in this far away foreign country.
And the ugly duckling of that year has also turned into a white swan.
Just when Ye Fan was about to reminisce with her, another complaining female voice came from the distance:
"Yuwei, why are you staying here? Young Master Wen has been looking for you for a long time!"
