Chapter 1 (1/2)
The cool wind is bleak and the atmosphere is solemn.
In the classical and solemn Fangjia performing martial arts hall, the two groups stand against each other.
A young girl in a strong black dress stood in the middle of the hall, holding her proud head high, glancing coldly at a group of men, women, old and young people in front of her, and said, ”what about Fang Yan? Let Fang Yan fight. ”
”The child is dressing and coming out soon.” A middle-aged man with elegant face said in a voice, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and the girl's aggressive attitude in front of him was very unpleasant.
He is Fang Yixing, a descendant of Fang's Taiji. Because he likes poetry and painting, the whole person seems to have no Jianghu heroism of martial arts practitioners, but a bit of gentle and elegant taste of a master of Chinese culture.
Leaf gentle sneer, say: ”comb dress?”? Are you afraid to come out
”Too much to deceive.” Fang Yixing's face was embarrassed, but he failed to inherit the martial nature of Fang's ancestors, and the researcher could not scold the girl to death. He was very sad to be choked in the chest.
”Brother Fang Yan will be out soon. He will show you.” A little boy with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain waved his fist hard, and said in a vicious voice.
The little guy's voice just dropped, and a group of people laughed.
”When can Fang Yan beat the leaf tenderly? Each year, the two Ye Fang families compare, turning to their wives from Yixing ten years ago, and saying, ”call Fang Yan out to me. The men of our Fang family would rather die in battle than suffer such humiliation.”
”Master, it's not good, it's not good --” a young disciple came running with a face full of color.
”What's wrong? Have something to say. ” Fang Yixing didn't like his family and servants to be flustered or calm.
”Young master has run away. The young master has run away. ” The little disciple said with a sad face.
”Gone?” Fang Yixing's face jerked. ”What happened? Where are you? ”
”I don't know.” Said the little disciple. ”The young master left a letter.”
”Open it.”
”Not for the master, but for Miss Ye.”
Fang Yixing felt that his whole life was a little bad. Is this son born?
”Cowards.” Leaf gentle Leng after a while, sneer. ”Give me the letter.”
The little disciple did not dare to disobey the violent girl's words, and quickly handed the letter in his hand.
Ye gently opened the letter paper and found that there was only a doggerel like message: stinky woman, good man doesn't fight with women, good dog doesn't block the way. I'm gone, I'll never see you again!!!
”Fang Yan.”
Ye's eyes are full of murderous air. When he rubs his palms together, the plain letter turns into a blue smoke.
”If you escape to the ends of the earth, I will defeat you.”
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Zhuque middle school. The best private high school in Huacheng.
Fang Yan stood at the gate of the school, watching the young girls in white shirts, plaid skirts, chirping and jumping all over the body, full of youthful atmosphere, passing by him. She took a deep breath of fragrant air and said to herself with intoxication: ”I firmly believe that the students' girls in white translucent shirts are the most attractive The goddess of feeling. ”