Chapter 391

When he came back with the dung basket, he saw a figure kneeling at the door of his hut.

His eyes narrowed and he came slowly. Pour the pig dung in the dung basket into the dung tank in the backyard, and put the dung basket in the corner outside the house. Only then can you get a bunch of keys from your pocket to unlock.

"I'm wrong, sir." Fang Yan's body was straight, he said in a deep voice.

Mr. Fang Yan's words were not heard. He opened the copper lock and pushed the door straight into the room.

Take off the sheepskin coat outside and hang it on the wall. Use an aluminum basin to take a small half of the water from the kettle on the stove to wash your face and hands. The heat is on your face and hands, and the chill on your body also dispels a lot.

Mr. Zhang opened the old teapot with a gap on the square table, grabbed a handful of broken tea leaves and threw them in. Then he took the antique thermos bottle with "serve the people" printed on it and filled it with water. There are no complicated steps to make tea. It's simple and rough. I feel that the tea smells, so I use a sea bowl to pour myself a bowl of tea and drink it gently.

"I'll apologize to you, sir." Fang Yan, kneeling at the door, shouted again.

Mr. A's face was expressionless, but he still pretended not to hear. Standing in the threshold of the hut, he drank his big bowl of tea.

"Sir, if you don't speak, I'll take it as your forgiveness." Cried Fang Yan.

Sir is still silent.

If Mr. Fang doesn't speak, Fang Yan doesn't get up.

He knows that sometimes he can be lively, but some things must be serious.

Now, for example.

Mr. Fang Yan doesn't speak.

One is standing inside the threshold, the other is kneeling outside the threshold.

Mr. Wang lives in Houcun, which faces Houshan.

Wild wind howls, thousands of miles of snow buried, the whole world is a vast expanse of white. Fang Yan has become a small dot in the white world.

Mr. Fang Yan kneels as he stands drinking tea.

Mr. Fang Yan kneels as he sits listening to the music.

Mr. Fang Yan is kneeling while sleeping on his back.

Mr. Fang Yan is still kneeling when he wakes up, washes rice, brushes the pot, cooks, cuts the salted fish into two pieces, hangs them on the wall, throws them into the rice pot, goes to the backyard, pulls out a handful of vegetables and a few shallots, and cleans them and burns them in ice water.

After eating salted fish rice and swallowing the small green vegetables, Mr. Fang washed the chopsticks and cleaned the iron pot. He poured boiling water into the teapot in the morning and drank a bowl of hot tea. Fang Yan was still kneeling.

The sun is still warm in the morning, and there is no shadow that disappears at noon.

Once again, the snowflakes are floating in the air. The snowflakes are gentle, but they hurt people.

Fang Yan kneels in the wind and snow, her hair is disordered by the cool wind, her body is covered with snow, and even her eyebrows are frozen into ice.

Fang Yan became a snowman.

Just like the snowman they used to pile up with ice and snow when they were young, they put on their hats and scarves to make the snowman look like a living person.

Fang Yan is the most vivid snowman, because he is a real man.

When Fang Yan kneels, yanziwu is still as quiet as before.

However, unlike in the past, many courtyard doors are open, and some people stand at the door and look at the distance.

Li family.

An old lady in a grey cotton padded jacket stood at the door and asked aloud, "is the doll still kneeling in the Fang family?"

"Kneeling." Li Xiaotian stood behind the old lady and replied with an expression of impatience.

"Alas." The old lady sighed and said to her grandson, "this child has great ambition and it is inevitable that he will suffer a little bit from flesh and skin"

the Ye family.

Ye Daowen stomped to and fro in his study, pushed open the window and asked the snow sweeper: "Fang Yan is still kneeling?"

"Kneeling." Said the servant.

Click -

the window is closed again.

The housekeeper looked at each other and looked down to sweep the floor.

Fangjia.

Mr. Fang Huwei didn't argue for plum wine today, nor let him play chess with him.

He asked people to push him open the window. He didn't use the mattress to get warm. He didn't wear the leather hat to keep warm when he went out. His big bald head was brighter than the snow outside.

He looked out of the window at the plum trees wrapped in straw in the yard.

All of a sudden, he started to get angry and scolded: "who did it? Who made it? No experience of wind and snow, which has a fragrance? Removed. I took all those straws apart - "

Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan dare not contradict, so they rushed out to take apart the straw bundles wrapped this morning.

At this time, Fang Huwei was fierce, not like a paralyzed man, but like a general just coming down from the battlefield.

Ye gently pushed open the gate of the courtyard, and the old wine devil did not look at it, and said, "I am drunk, and you are free."

Then he lay in the corner of the porch and snored loudly.

Ye gently claps the cylinder with the palm of his hand, and the mortar sealed at the mouth of the cylinder comes out of the cylinder, and there is no trace of the flying.As soon as she picked the tip of her foot, a big VAT in front of her flew into the air.

The wine jar is slightly inclined. When it falls, a spring pours down.

Ye gently opens his mouth and sucks. His posture is natural and unrestrained.

There are many other homes open, waiting to see from afar.

Today's swallow dock, everyone's eyes are focused on the boy who kneels in the snow.

Fang Yan, he is the legend of yanziwu.

Mr. a drank three bowls of hot tea in a row until the teapot was empty, and the color and taste of the tea poured out became darker and darker. Mr. a put down the teacup.

He called out, "stop acting, come in."

Fang Yan got up from the snow.

Because he didn't move for a long time, his knees and calves were covered with thin ice in the snow. With a slight movement, the ice broke and made a crisp sound.

This is the sound of his bones moving all over his body.

The stagnant Qi and blood, the rigid skeleton are stretched out and restored vitality.

Fang Yan has the heart of Taiji to protect his body, so he can keep away from the cold all the time.

Ice and snow, body and Taiji heart become a harmonious whole, and Taiji heart becomes a bridge between Fangyan and ice and snow. Turn the ice and snow into a kind of energy and transmit it to Fang Yan. Let Fang Yan have a gentle and comfortable contact instead of experiencing the cold directly.

Of course, if there is internal strength, it can also be converted into heat to prevent the freezing of ice and snow. However, the heart of Taiji lies in the nature, and it can't last long to use internal strength to resist the cold.

This is also the reason that Taiji's mind is more valuable than other inner mental methods or vital qi.

When Fang Yan started to move, the snowflakes on his body fell off, the frost on his eyebrows disappeared, and he became a living man with flesh and blood.

There was an iron sword in his back. The hilt of the sword was down and the point of the sword was up. He carried the back of the sword in the form of Su Qin's back.

Fang Yan walked into the hut and said to him, "Sir, I come to apologize to you."

"What's wrong?" Asked the gentleman.

"Fang Yan is young, so he should not be presumptuous to press Mr. Gong." Fang Yan said earnestly.

Mr. Fang Yan looked at him and said, "you are not presumptuous. You have been planning for a long time."

"Fang Yan knows what's wrong." Fang Yan bowed his head to admit his mistake.

"Fang Yan, the whole yanziwu moves because of you when you force the palace. Have you ever thought about it? While you are striving for benefits for yanziwu, it also pushes yanziwu to the eyes of the world. Is this good or bad for yanziwu? "

"In ancient times, there was a cup of wine to release the military power, and there were cunning rabbits, dead dogs, and good bows to hide birds. When the country is in trouble, we can help with our swords. The country is peaceful. We bury swords and cultivate fields. We are all martial arts people. We are devoted to practicing martial arts and seeking Tao. We live a safe and secure life. Is it not good to have a thousand years of harmony and beauty? "

"Thirty years of fame and fame, Huang Liang's dream is nothing. What are you fighting for? What do you want? "

"I know it's wrong, sir." Fangyan's head is lower.

"You are right." Sir shakes his head. "Young people, they have lofty aspirations and are full of blood. Who doesn't want to fight? Who doesn't want to be famous? Who doesn't want to engrave stones to record their achievements and write down their names on the stone tablet at the entrance of yanziwu village? "

"My duty is to protect the blood continuity of yanziwu, so that the loyalty of yanziwu will not change and the martial arts will not decline. So I want to be low-key and silent. Like for hundreds of years, willing to be forgotten by the world. You chose another way, a positive and aggressive way to publicize the cruelty ---- no right or wrong, just, you want to know, which way is more suitable for our yanziwu? "

Fang Yan looked up at Mr. Xiang and said in a loud voice, "I swear by my life that we yanziwu will remain faithful and unswerving. We practice martial arts and think day and night, only to strengthen our body and promote justice. We vow to defend our family and country to the death. Those who commit crimes against China will be punished even if they are far away. "

"Sir, the world is changing, so are we. I don't think about whether this road is right or wrong. I just think about the right or wrong of this matter - I don't want to be aggressive, I don't want to be cruel, I just hope we won't be bullied. I have only such a small ambition. "

Mr. Fang Yan said after a long time of meditation, "since you want to understand, which way do you apologize?"

"Sir is always sir, Mr. Fang Yan and Mr. yanziwu. I have no respect and disobeyed my husband. Naturally, I want to apologize. " Fang Yan said without changing his face.

"Fang Yan kneels down." Said the gentleman.

Fang Yan kneels at his command.

"There is zifangyan. He is arrogant and defiant. He is trapped in the dangerous situation of yanziwu." Mr. Fang stretched out the iron sword behind Fangyan and said, "three severe punishments to show the punishment."

With a long sword in his hand, Mr. Fang banged the body flat towards Fang Yan's head.

Dang -

when a sword goes down, it is not Fang Yan's head that is cut in two, but the iron sword that is cut in two.Fang Yan was ashamed and said, "I'm afraid of you, sir. I really killed me in a rage. So - --- so - --- there are some moves in the sword. "

Mr. Wang, holding the hilt of the sword, was so sluggish that he could not help saying: "there was a sword on the back of Suqin in ancient times, but now there is Fangyan and backwardness - you should go back. Go back. I can't teach you. "

PS: I think Lao Liu and Fang Yan are not bad guys. Let's vote for them! Bow!) rg

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