The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 475
Chapter 470
The Battle of Wutong Mountain ended quietly, a lot of blood was shed on the mountain, and many people were buried, but there were no waves outside.

Compared with the uproar in Miyamoto's afternoon, the calm after the decisive battle was beyond ordinary people's imagination.

It seems that Ye Fan and Miyamoto have never made a move.

Two days later, on the top of the three-story yacht on the Nanling River, Nine Thousand Years was sitting on the ground with fluttering white clothes, stroking the Guqin.

"Jiangshan laughs, misty rain is far away, the waves wash away how beautiful the world is..."

With a calm expression and gentle fingers, he played a passionate song "A Laugh from the Sea".

The tune not only excited Jiang Hengdu and the others, but also slightly surprised Ye Fan who was invited to come.

Nine thousand years old is not only skilled, but also a master in music.

At the end of the song, Nine Thousand Years left his hands from the guqin, and then looked at Ye Fan with a smile:
"The Battle of Wutong Mountain ended, but you didn't become famous. Do you know why?"

While talking, he took the teapot and tea leaves and brewed them leisurely.

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 disgrace to the Yang Kingdom."

Nine thousand years skillfully ironed the teacup:

"You have killed a master of the realm who has been famous for decades, if it spreads out, it will shame the entire Yang Kingdom Martial Arts."

"So the entire Yang Kingdom suppressed this matter at all costs, declaring to the outside world that on the eve of the decisive battle, Miyamoto Danma Shou suddenly went mad and died accidentally."

"Second, I kicked Lu Qing away, but that doesn't mean there are no soft-boned people. Out of emotional considerations for both parties, the Martial Arts Association tried its best to block this battle."

"Lu Qing hates you extremely, 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 courtesan, diverting 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 Ye Fan and chuckled lightly: "Do you know what my intention is?"

"A tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."

Ye Fan raised his head and replied, "I'm so young, this battle will be as dangerous as I enjoy it."

"That's right!"

Nine thousand years old nodded approvingly: "You have advanced to the realm at this age. I dare not say that there will be no one in the future, but it is definitely unprecedented."

"Once this battle spreads, not only will there be countless people from the Yang Kingdom who will assassinate you at any cost, but even martial arts from other countries will want you to die as well."

"A Tianjiao who became a master of the realm in his 20s is very likely to become a master of the realm in the future."

"They won't allow evildoers like Tianjing to appear casually, and they will join forces to suppress them every time at any cost."

"And now your foundation is not stable, your practice is not deep, and you can't tolerate too many mistakes."

"So let's suppress this scenery first, and it won't be too late to make a difference after your situation and skills are stabilized."

"You don't have to worry about Yamamoto's retaliation. Miyamoto just died, and they don't have the guts to come to Shenzhou to make trouble."

"The most important point is that I have set a challenge for six months, which is enough for them to be busy for half a year."

"The top ten talents are all future successors, and they are all like national treasures. If one dies young, there will be turmoil."

He put a cup of tea in front of Ye Fan: "You have enough time to settle yourself."

Ye Fan nodded slightly: "Understood."

"Such hard work, such a narrow escape to win the victory, but I have to be aggrieved and give up this glory..."

Nine thousand years pinched a cup of tea with his fingers: "Aren't you wronged?"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Ye Fan also picked up the tea and took a sip: "I don't have much feeling for fame, 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 street life."

"Fighting and killing is not what I want."

"So the more the Wutong Mountain battle fades away, the happier it is. It's 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 and made him the number one envoy, Ye Fan would have resigned as president after the decisive battle.

Now I decide to stay, one is to repay Jiu Qiansui for his kindness, and the other is to support Xue Ruyi and the others.

Nine thousand years old laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, it seems that we are really the same kind of people. Your thinking is similar to mine back then."

"I used to think about three acres of peach blossoms, two dogs, and a beautiful wife. I work at sunrise and rest at sunset."

"Eating the fish I caught and drinking the wine I brewed, life is pleasant, nothing more."

There was a touch of loneliness in his eyes, as if he thought of the spring breeze blowing in the Jiangnan water town, and the pretty faces of the three thousand peach blossoms.

The peach blossoms are still there, the spring breeze is still there, but Yiren is no longer there.

"Axiu, you stand upright, I went ashore barefoot, swayed the world with my sword, covered mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and never backed down."

"Right now, I am furious in fresh clothes, crushing half of the country with one hand, but you never see each other again..."

"The blue silk is straight, the red makeup is ten miles, when will I marry you with a light eyebrow?"

Looking at the figure of Nine Thousand Years standing up, and the inaudible self-talk, Ye Fan could clearly feel his pain, thinking that Nine Thousand Years is also a person with a story.

After a moment of melancholy, Nine Thousand Years turned around again, and his face returned to calm:

"Ye Fan, I can understand your thoughts. The peaceful days are really beautiful, but the trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop."

"When you are sitting on the top of medical and martial arts, your life is doomed to be unsettled."

"Because in the face of bullying, shame, and hurting people around you, you can't endure it like before."

"And once you want to resist, it will inevitably lead to more cruel revenge."

"So you can only make yourself strong, make yourself high and powerful, so that you can overwhelm them, make them afraid, make them afraid, and protect the people around you."

He seemed to be someone who had experienced it, and lightly patted Ye Fan on the shoulder: "You can't help yourself in the Jianghu."

People in the arena involuntarily?
Ye Fan was slightly taken aback, then sighed softly: "Understood."

What Jiu Qiansui said made Ye Fan completely dispel the idea of ​​leaving the Wumeng.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, I invite you here today, mainly because I want to have a good drink with you."

Jiuqian sat down with a smile: "I will leave Nanling later, and it will be half a year before we meet again."

Ye Fan asked curiously, "Are you going on a long trip?"

"go home."

Jiuqian's voice softened: "Visiting an old friend who has been sleeping for many years..."

Ye Fan stayed on the boat for most of the day, drank tea, ate, listened to music, and finally got drunk for a while.

He didn't return to Feilong Villa until dusk.

Parents and Su Xi'er had already returned from the Song family, so Su Xi'er greeted Ye Fan as soon as Ye Fan opened the door.

She made Ye Fan's drinking soup and wiped his face with a towel, as if she were a considerate wife.

It's just that Ye Fan didn't feel the tenderness well, his ears moved slightly, and he heard a sob.

Then Ye Fan got up from the armchair and gently pushed open the door of his parents' room.

He saw Shen Biqin wiping tears with her mobile phone.

Ye Wujiu was comforting beside her.

Ye Fan's eyelids twitched and 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 for you to cry like this?"

"Your mother is happy."

Ye Wujiu smiled: "Your grandma finally let her go back and have a look..."

Ye Fan fell down with a bang:
"Where did I get my great-grandmother?"

(End of this chapter)