Four hundred and seventieth chapters fresh clothes angry horse
The battle of Wutong Mountain quietly ended. A lot of blood was shed on the mountain and many people were buried, but no waves were caused in the outside world.
Compared to the uproar in the four sides during Miyamoto's book of war, the calmness 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 Nanling River, the top floor of the three-story yacht was sitting on the ground for nine thousand years, wearing white clothes and stroking the guqin.
"The country laughs, the mist and rain are far away, and the waves wash away all the world and the world are so beautiful..."
His expression was calm and his fingers were gentle, but he played a passionate song "A Laugh in the Sea".
The song not only made the Jiang Cross their blood boil, but also surprised Ye Fan who was invited.
Nine Thousand Years are not only skilled, but also have master's level of music.
After the song ended, Jiu Qiansui left the guqin with both hands, and then looked at Ye Fan with a smile:
"The battle at Wutong Mountain ended, but you didn't make a name for yourself. Do you know why?"
While speaking, he took the teapot and tea leaves and brewed 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, this is a shame for Yangguo."
Jiu Qiansheng's skillful technique is to burn the tea cup:
"If you kill a land master who has been famous for decades, it will bring shame to the entire Yang Kingdom martial arts."
"So the entire Yang Kingdom was at the cost of placing this matter and declared to the public that on the eve of the decisive battle, Miyamoto, Ma Shou suddenly became a demon and died unexpectedly."
"Second, I kicked Lu Qing away, but it doesn't mean there are no ones. For both sides' emotional considerations, the Martial Arts Association will do its best to ban this battle."
"Lu Qing is extremely resentful to 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 socialite and diverts everyone's attention through a celebrity cheating."
"The third and most important reason is that I don't want you to show off."
He looked at Ye Fan and chuckled: "Do you know what I mean?"
"The trees are fascinated by the forest, and the wind will destroy them."
Ye Fan raised his head and replied, "I am so young. In this battle, I will be as dangerous as I enjoy the scenery."
"That's right!"
Jiu Qiansui nodded in praise: "You are at your age and you dare not say that there are no ones who come later, but you are definitely unprecedented."
"Once this battle is spread, not only will there be countless people in Yangguo assassinating you at any cost, but even the martial arts of other countries want you to die."
"A genius who becomes a master of the realm in his twenties will likely become a master of the realm in the future."
"They will not allow monsters like Tiandi Realm to appear casually, and they will join forces to suppress them at any cost every time."
"And your foundation is not stable now and your practice is not deep, so you can't tolerate too many mistakes."
“所以这份风光先压一压,等你地境身手稳固了,再慢慢崭露头角不迟.”
"You don't have to worry about Yamamoto and the others taking revenge. Miyamoto died just now, but Ma Shuo, they don't have the courage to come to China for the time being to make trouble."
"The most important thing is that I have set a challenge in six months, which is enough for them to be in a hurry for half a year."
"The top ten geniuses are all future successors, all like national treasures. If one dies prematurely, it will be uneasy."
He put a cup of tea in front of Ye Fan: "You have enough time to settle yourself."
Ye Fan nodded gently: "I understand."
"I worked so hard and won the victory in such a life of dying, but I have to give up this glory..."
Jiu Qiansui pinched a cup of tea with his fingers: "Are you not wronged?"
"There is nothing to be wronged."
Ye Fan also picked up the tea and took a sip: "I don't have much feelings about fame and fortune, and my focus is not on martial arts."
"I would rather be a little doctor, marry a little wife, and live a down-to-earth urban life."
"It's not what I want to fight and kill."
"So the more the battle in Wutong Mountain fades, the happier it is. It is best that all participants don't have this memory in their minds."
Ye Fan was very frank. If Jiu Qiansui had not dealt with Murong Sanqian impartially, he would have become the number one envoy. After the decisive battle, Ye Fan would have been preparing to resign from the position of president.
Now I decided to stay, one is to repay the kindness of nine thousand years of experience, and the other is to support Xue Ruyi and the others.
Jiu Qiansui laughed:
"Hahaha, it seems that we are really the same type of people. Your idea is similar to mine back then."
"I used to think that there were three acres of peach blossoms, two native dogs, and one beautiful wife. They worked from sunrise to sunset."
"Eat the fish you catch and drink the wine you brew, life is pleasant, but that's all."
There was a hint of loneliness in his eyes, as if he remembered the spring breeze blowing in the water town of Jiangnan, and the pretty face of the three thousand peach blossoms reflecting red.
The peach blossoms are still the same, the spring breeze is still the same, but the beauty is no longer there.
"A Xiu, you stand tall and stand tall, I go ashore barefoot, my sword swept the world, my corpse and blood, and I never retreat."
"Now, I am furious and angry, and I pressed half of the country with my hands, but you will never see you again after sleeping..."
"The black hair is tied up and the red makeup is ten miles away. When will I marry you to paint your eyebrows?"
Looking at Jiu Qiansui's figure standing up and his inaudible self-talk, Ye Fan could clearly feel his pain, and thinking that Jiu Qiansui is also a person with a story.
After a moment of melancholy, Jiu Qiansui turned around again, and his face became calm:
"Ye Fan, I can understand your thoughts. A peaceful life is really beautiful, but the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop."
"When you have the unique skills of medical and martial arts, your life is destined to be uneasy."
"Because you can't bear it to the end as before when facing bullying, shame, and hurting people around you."
"And once you want to resist, it will inevitably lead to more cruel revenge."
"So you can only make yourself strong and have high positions and power, so that you can overwhelm them, make them afraid, make them afraid, and protect the people around you."
He was like a person who had experienced it, and gently patted Ye Fan on the shoulder: "If you are in the world, you can't help yourself."
People are in the world, and they can’t help themselves?
Ye Fan was slightly stunned, then sighed softly: "I understand."
Nine Thousand Sui's words made Ye Fan completely dispel 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: "I will leave Nanling later. It will take another half a year to meet again."
Ye Fan asked curiously: "Are you going to go far?"
"go home."
Jiu Qiansui's voice softened: "Visit an old friend who has been sleeping for many years..."
Ye Fan stayed on the boat for most of the day, drank tea, had dinner, and listened to songs, and finally got drunk for a while.
It was not until dusk that he returned to Feilong Villa.
His parents and Su Xier have already returned from the Song family, so as soon as Ye Fan opened the door, Su Xier welcomed him.
She cooked wine soup for Ye Fan and wiped his face with a towel, as she looked like a considerate wife.
But before Ye Fan could feel the tenderness well, his ears moved slightly and he heard a sob.
Then Ye Fan got up from the chair and gently pushed open the door of his parents.
He saw Chen Biqin wiping tears with her cell phone.
Ye Wujiu comforted him.
Ye Fan's eyelids jumped and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you? What happened?"
Chen Biqin subconsciously put away her phone and waved her hand, indicating that she was fine.
Ye Fan walked in: "It's okay if you cry like this?"
"Your mom is happy."
Ye Wujiu smiled: "Your great-grandma is finally willing to let her go back and take a look..."