Four hundred and seventieth chapters fresh clothes and angry horses
The Battle of Wutong Mountain ended quietly. A lot of blood was shed on the mountain and many people were buried, but it did not cause any waves in the outside world.
Compared with the uproar when Miyamoto issued the challenge, the calm after the decisive battle was beyond ordinary people's imagination.
It seems that Ye Fan and Miyamoto have never taken action.
Two days later, on the top floor of a three-story yacht on the Nanling River, Nine Thousand Years Old was sitting on the ground, his white clothes fluttering, and his hand playing the guqin.
"The mountains and rivers laugh, the mist and rain are far away, and the waves wash away all the beauties in this world..." With a calm expression and gentle fingers, he played a passionate song "A Laugh in the Sea".
The song not only made Jiang Hedu and the others excited, but also slightly surprised Ye Fan, who was invited.
Nine Thousand Years Old is not only talented in martial arts, but his musical attainments are also at the master level.
After the song ended, Jiu Qianqian took his hands away from the guqin, and then looked at Ye Fan with a smile: "The battle at Wutong Mountain is over, but you haven't become famous. Do you know why?"
While talking, he took the teapot and tea leaves and started brewing them slowly.
Ye Fan walked over with a smile: "I don't know, no, I should say I don't care."
"First, Miyamoto is dead, which is a shame to Yang Country."
Nine Thousand Years Old is ironing the tea cup with skillful skills: "You killed a master who has been famous for decades. If word spreads, it will bring shame to the entire Yang Kingdom martial arts."
"So the entire Yang Kingdom covered up the matter at all costs and announced to the outside world that on the eve of the decisive battle, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru suddenly went crazy and died accidentally."
"Secondly, I kicked Lu Qing away, but that doesn't mean there are no weaklings left. Out of emotional considerations for both parties, the Wushu Association has tried its best to block this fight."
"Lu Qing is extremely resentful of you and doesn't want you to become famous in one battle."
"Although this woman is hateful, I have to admit that she is a good social butterfly. She diverted everyone's attention by cheating on a celebrity."
"The third and most important reason is that I don't want you to be in the limelight."
He looked at Mark and chuckled: "Do you know what my intention is?"
"If the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them."
Ye Fan raised his head and replied: "I am so young. In this battle, as much scenery as I enjoy, there will be as much danger as possible."
"That's right!"
Jiu Qiansui nodded in approval: "You have advanced to the realm at your age. I dare not say that there will be no one since, but you are definitely unprecedented."
"Once word of this battle spreads, not only will there be countless people in the Yang Kingdom who will assassinate you at all costs, but even the martial arts in other countries will probably want you dead."
"A genius who becomes a master of the earth realm in his twenties will most likely become a master of the heaven realm in the future."
"They will not allow monsters like Tianjing to appear casually. They will join forces to suppress them at all costs every time."
"But now your foundation is not stable and your practice is not deep, so you cannot tolerate too many mistakes."
"So, let's suppress this scenery for a while. Once your situation and skills are stable, it won't be too late to gradually emerge."
"You don't have to worry about Yamamoto and the others' revenge. Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru just died, and they don't have the guts to come to China to cause trouble for the time being."
"The most important thing is that I have set a challenge for six months, which will keep them busy for half a year."
"The top ten geniuses are all future successors. They are all like national treasures. If one of them dies young, the world will be in turmoil."
He put a cup of tea in front of Ye Fan: "You have enough time to settle yourself."
Ye Fan nodded lightly: "Understood."
"You have worked so hard and narrowly escaped death to win, but you have to feel aggrieved and give up this glory..." Jiu Qiansui picked up a cup of tea with his fingers: "Aren't you aggrieved?"
"There's nothing to feel sorry for."
Ye Fan also picked up the tea and took a sip: "I don't feel much about fame, and my focus is not on martial arts."
"I would rather be a doctor, marry a lovely wife, and live a down-to-earth business life."
"Beating and killing is not what I want."
"So the more the battle at Wutong Mountain is downplayed, the happier I am. It is best that all participants have no memory of this episode."
Ye Fan was very honest. If Jiu Qiansui had not dealt with Murong Sanqian justly and made him the first envoy, Ye Fan would have been ready to resign as president after the decisive battle.
Now I have decided to stay, firstly to repay Jiu Qiansui for his kindness, and secondly, to support Xue Ruyi and the others.
Nine Thousand Years Old laughed: "Hahaha, it seems that we are really the same kind of people. Your thoughts are similar to mine back then."
"I used to think about it, three acres of peach blossoms, two native dogs, and a lovely wife, working at sunrise and resting at sunset."
"Eating the fish you catch, drinking the wine you brew, life is comfortable, that's all."
There was a touch of loneliness in his eyes, as if he was reminded of the spring breeze blowing in the Jiangnan water town, and the pretty face reflected in the red of three thousand peach blossoms.
The peach blossoms are still there, the spring breeze is still there, but the sweetheart is no longer there.
"Axiu, if you stand upright, I will stand barefoot on the shore, my sword will sweep across the world, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and I will never retreat."
"Today, I am dressed in bright clothes and angry with my horse, and I can suppress half the country with one hand, but you have never seen me again..." "With your pure green silk hair and ten miles of red makeup, when can I marry you with light eyebrows?"
Looking at Jiu QianSui's figure standing up and muttering inaudibly to himself, Ye Fan could clearly feel his pain and thought that Jiu QianSui was also a person with stories.
After a moment of melancholy, Jiu Qiansui turned around again, his face regained its calmness and calmness: "Ye Fan, I can understand your thoughts. Peaceful days are really beautiful, but the trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop."
"When you possess the unique skills of medicine and martial arts, your life is destined to be uneventful."
"Because when you face bullying, humiliation, and people around you being hurt, you can't endure it like you did before."
"And once you want to resist, it will inevitably lead to more cruel revenge."
"So you can only make yourself strong and powerful, so that you can overwhelm them, make them jealous, make them afraid, and protect the people around you."
He seemed to be someone who had been there before, and patted Ye Fan lightly on the shoulder: "When you are in the world, you can't help yourself."
When people are in the arena, they can't help themselves?
Ye Fan was startled for a moment, then sighed softly: "I understand."
Jiu Qiansui's words made Ye Fan completely give up the idea of leaving the martial alliance.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I invite you here today mainly because I want to have a good drink with you."
Jiu Qiansui sat down with a smile: "A little later, I will leave Nanling, and it will be another half a year before we meet again."
Ye Fan asked curiously: "Are you going to travel far away?"
"go home."
The nine-thousand-year-old voice softened: "Visiting an old friend who has been sleeping for many years..." Ye Fan stayed on the boat for most of the day, drinking tea, eating, listening to songs, and finally getting drunk.
He didn't return to Feilong Villa until dusk.
His parents and Su Xi'er had already returned from the Song family, so as soon as Mark opened the door, Su Xi'er greeted him.
She made a hangover soup for Ye Fan and wiped his face with a towel, as if she was a considerate wife.
But before Ye Fan could fully feel the tenderness, his ears moved slightly and he heard a sob.
Then Ye Fan stood up from the chair and gently opened his parents' door.
At a glance, he saw Shen Biqin holding her cell phone and wiping tears.
Ye Wujiu comforted him.
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched and he asked: "Mom, what's wrong with you?
What happened?"
Shen Biqin subconsciously put away her phone and waved her hand, saying that she was fine.
Ye Fan walked in: "It's okay if you cry like this?"
"Your mother is happy."
Ye Wujiu smiled: "Your great-grandma is finally willing to let her go back and take a look..." Ye Fan fell down with a clang: "Where did I get my great-grandma?"
