Yan Qingcheng's eyes were as blurry as mist. She held Fang Ming's hand and bit her lips, unable to bear to let go for a long time.
"Let's go." Fang Ming stepped forward and hugged Yan Qingcheng gently.
"When will you come back?" Yan Qingcheng hugged Fang Ming's waist, she was crying.
Yan Qingcheng is a strong man, but she is also a woman. What strong women fear most is being emotional.
At the moment when Fang Ming left, the reluctance in Yan Qingcheng's heart was so strong. The high-minded Miss Yan had never fallen in love with a man in more than 20 years, but in front of Fang Ming, all of her
All the strength turned into softness around the fingers.
"Qingcheng, don't worry about anything."
Under the strong hug, Yan Qingcheng felt so at ease and at ease, but she quickly raised her head and looked at Fang Ming warily: "You want to treat my big brother---"
Fang Ming took a deep breath and said: "Qingcheng, this question is not important. What is important is which side are you on?"
In a wealthy family, the friendship between brothers and sisters is often weak. Over the years, his father has doted on him and has become a threat to his eldest brother. He tried every means to prevent his marriage with Fang Ming, and the most important thing was to clear control of the family.
obstacle.
The fact is that Yan Qingcheng still doesn't want to go too far: "How do you want to deal with him?"
Fang Ming's face was as cold as a rock. He raised his head and looked at the gray sky: "It depends on how he deals with you!"
Fang Ming turned around and left, his tall figure blending into the mist.
Entering the cabin, Shi Yuan smiled sweetly and said: "My future brother-in-law is planning to deal with my uncle. It looks like a Hong Kong and Taiwan TV series."
"It's not that I want to deal with him, it's that he wants to deal with me, or even us."
Fang Ming lay back, closed his eyes and meditated, as quiet as a Buddha.
Tantric martial arts are extensive and profound, and Fang Ming has practiced the most profound Vajra Meditation. Now he has reached the point where he can visualize and practice it anytime and anywhere.
Shi Yuan's lips moved, and finally she sat quietly next to Fang Ming and read the newspaper.
The plane emerged from the clouds and the fuselage became bumpy. Shi Yuan looked out nervously.
At this time, the passengers in the cabin were also in chaos and were at a loss. Fang Ming remained unmoved.
The flight attendant's voice came from the loudspeaker: "Dear passengers, the plane has encountered strong convection. The crew is doing their best to eliminate obstacles. I hope everyone can sit tight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the plane shook violently again, as if he was deliberately trying to antagonize the flight attendant.
Shi Yuan's breathing became heavy involuntarily. She thought of that terrible outcome, and the fear of death seeped out from the bottom of her heart, like a python wrapping around her and suffocating her breath.
"Ah---" A female passenger suddenly lost control of her emotions, covering her face with her hands and screaming, with tears streaming down her face.
The scene in the cabin became even more chaotic. No matter how strong a person is, he still has instinctive fear in the face of life and death.
Shi Yuan turned her head and found that Fang Ming was completely unaware. Could it be that he was asleep?
Shi Yuan grabbed Fang Ming's hand and shook it violently. Fang Ming opened his eyes, his eyes were as clear as a plateau lake, quiet and peaceful.
"Fang Ming, what should I do if the plane crashes? What should I do?" Shi Yuan shook Fang Ming's hand helplessly, and at the end of her words, her tears finally flowed down.
"Shi Yuan, your heart has nothing to fear, you can sail with just a reed!" Fang Ming used the Tantric mind method to condense his voice into a thread and send it into Shi Yuan's ears.
This sound is like the vibration of a Dharma bell, refreshing the heart and mind.
Shi Yuan woke up suddenly. She held Fang Ming's hand and felt his mountain-like calmness.
At this moment, he is the mountain, and he is the grass and trees at the foot of the mountain.
If he is a big tree, he himself is the grass under the big tree.
With him around, everything feels at ease.
The plane passed through the clouds, and the sun shone through the portholes and shone on people's faces, creating a sense of warmth. The announcement sounded again, and the flight attendant's sweet voice was the sound of nature at this moment: "The fault has been successfully eliminated. Please rest assured, everyone, get ready for landing---
"
The sobs in the cabin turned into cheers, Shi Yuan's eyelashes fluttered excitedly, and there were tears in her eyes.
Looking back at Fang Ming, this guy looked calm. Is he still a human?
Shi Yuan pinched Fang Ming and asked angrily: "Why weren't you afraid just now? How could you be so calm?"
"Why should I be afraid?"
"If the plane falls, then...!" Shi Yuan was speechless, wondering if this guy was born with a tough mind.
To be so calm at a critical moment of life and death at such a young age, how much cruelty has such a person experienced?
Fang Ming shook Shi Yuan's hand. At this time, the plane stopped steadily at the airport.
"Shi Yuan, I will leave the matter of Changsheng Electric to you. I believe you will attack at the appropriate time."
Shi Yuan was confused. In her opinion, although she had Chen Hao as an internal supporter, Yan Changsheng was by no means a fuel-efficient lamp, not to mention that Yan Changsheng might not be able to succeed with Chen Hao's little tricks.
Fang Ming smiled, it was a calm and wise smile, and he left Shi Yuan with a pensive look on her back - when she returned to Fang's house, the first thing she saw was Zhi Hai.
This guy was holding a Zen stick in his hand, his tiger eyes wide open, and he looked like a crazy King Kong. The sixty-pound water-milled Zen stick was flying up and down like a silver dragon dancing across the sky.
Zhu Xiaoyao held a horizontal sword in her hand. After practicing in the secret path for several months, her sword skills became even more powerful.
Zhu Xiaoyao used the Five Tiger Soul-Severing Knife, the Mountain-Breaking Knife, and seven or eight sword techniques in succession, each of which was extremely cunning and cruel, forcing Zhihai to panic.
The sword light shone like a silver rainbow, Zhu Xiaoyao's body spun and danced, and he had already struck seventeen swords in the blink of an eye.
Each cut was faster than the other, and each cut was harder than the last. Zhihai's steps were messy, and there was a gap above his head.
"Whoa!" The sword slashed down, and the sword's power was like thunder falling straight into the sky, and a bright sword light bloomed above Zhi Hai's head.
"Ah--" Zhihai's crazy Zen staff danced crazily, sparks flying everywhere.
With a huge shock, Zhu Xiaoyao kicked Zhihai in the chest, and Zhihai's huge body flew out.
"Bang!" Fang Ming stretched out his palm and pressed it against Zhihai's back. Zhihai stood firm and was already sweating on his vest.
"Monk!" Zhu Xiaoyao smiled as bright as a flower, and the Tang sword shone coldly in her hand: "Are you convinced?"
Zhihai snorted and said disdainfully: "I don't want to be serious with you because you are a womanizer."
Zhu Xiaoyao glanced at him and said with a sweet smile: "So that's it, how about we make some gestures again?"
Zhi Hai's face turned red, but he still said sternly: "Forget it, the poor monk has to go back to do evening classes."
As he spoke, Zhihai patted his butt, picked up the Crazy Devil Zen Staff and left. He walked very fast, as if he was afraid that Zhu Xiaoyao would catch up.
Fang Ming saw that Zhu Xiaoyao's martial arts cultivation had improved to another level, which was gratifying.
"Young Master, that woman is here." Zhu Xiaoyao said calmly.
"Which woman?" Fang Ming was confused.
"Ilia, the former saint of Zoroastrianism, insisted on worshiping in front of the family master's soul."
"Brother Qiang agreed?" As soon as Fang Ming said this, he realized that it was unnecessary. With Ilia's strength, even Fang Wenqiang couldn't stop him. Instead of letting this poor woman worry, it would be better to let her cry in front of Fang Tianhao's portrait.
One game.
"She hasn't left yet. She said she has something to tell you!" Zhu Xiaoyao pointed at Xiyuan. Fang Ming took a breath and walked slowly towards Xiyuan.
The sycamore trees in Xiyuan have turned yellow, and Elijah sits alone under the sycamore tree, with the fallen leaves on the ground highlighting her lonely figure.
Loneliness ran through this poor woman's life. All her waiting and all her hopes were in vain. Fang Ming really didn't know what else could keep this poor woman alive.
"I have been to the Sword Saint Valley!" Elijah raised her head and recounted all this in a calm tone.
Fang Ming listened very carefully and restored every scene in his mind.
Elijah is in a certain death situation, and the only thing that can make Yagyu fearful is the stranger hiding in the dark. And the words "there is hope when you are alive" undoubtedly gave Elijah confidence and hope, and she had the courage to continue living.
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"Hope?" Fang Ming weighed this sentence and asked tentatively: "You mean my father---"
"Your father is probably still alive!"
As soon as he said this, the yellow leaves on the ground flew up. Fang Ming took a step forward and asked eagerly: "Why are you so sure?"
Elijah raised her head. Her cheeks were still pale, but a little redder than before: "This is my intuition. That mysterious man's martial arts skills are not inferior to Yagyu's. He saved me just to give me hope."
Hope, just hope, Fang Ming's heart sank again.
"I'm leaving. You might as well look through your father's belongings. I don't believe that the world-famous Satan Sword Master would pass away like this. I absolutely don't believe it!"