Force scumbags to follow good records

Chapter 122

Famous Sword Villa has a happy event. The new generation of Famous Sword Hou Jiang Xiaocheng takes the concubine nephew of the head of the Fang family. Time stirred up thousands of waves, people in the martial arts were discussing and speculating, some said it was a joint effort between the Jiang family and the Fang family, some said it belonged to Jiang Jiatu's wharf and fleet, and some said it was Fang's. The family formed an alliance in order to ask for help...

However, no matter how people in the Jianghu talked about it, when the time came, drums and music sounded in Mingjian Villa as usual, it was festive, lively and prosperous.

Shen Fangliang was sitting on the branch of an ancient giant tree next to Mingjian Villa, holding the trunk in one hand and the wine jar in the other, pouring wine for himself. From a distance, he was watching the procession of seeing off the bride entering Mingjian Villa. door.

"Unhappy?" Shuxian reappeared as abruptly as he appeared every time.

Shen Fangliang didn't look back, and took another sip of wine while holding the wine jar.

Shuxian saw that Shen Fangliang was pouring wine for himself, turned over and sat on another branch of the big tree, shaking his legs and said: "If it makes you unhappy to see him taking others, why don't you agree to him, anyway, what he wants to take It's just you from the beginning to the end."

Three days ago, Shen Fangliang, who was standing on that cliff, took out a silk handkerchief from his bosom, wiped off the blood on the sword, put the sword back into its sheath, turned around and left, and when Jiang Xiaocheng walked by, Jiang Xiaocheng grabbed Shen Fangliang hands.

Forced to stop, Shen Fangliang turned his head to look at Jiang Xiaocheng who was holding him back, only to see that Jiang Xiaocheng had tears in his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and he was panting unconsciously.

Shen Fangliang just looked at Jiang Xiaocheng, who was clearly emotional at this moment, and said calmly, "Let go."

Jiang Xiaocheng's eyes were red. Hearing Shen Fangliang's words, he shook his head violently as if being pricked by a needle, and said, "Don't let it go. If you let it go, you will leave."

Shen Fangliang smiled, there was a faint sense of helplessness and sadness in the smile, and said: "If you don't let me go, I will leave."

Jiang Xiaocheng opened his mouth, but was speechless for a while, and after a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "I...I know what elder brother did, then...I don't blame you, and you don't want to leave because of this, okay?"

Shen Fangliang sneered and said, "Do you think it's because of your elder brother that I don't want to stay?"

Of course Jiang Xiaocheng knew why Shen Fangliang didn't want to stay, but he didn't want to tell the truth, almost naively imagining that those troubles wouldn't exist if he didn't tell the truth, Jiang Xiaocheng said, "Nice, I like you."

For some reason, this almost begging tone touched the softest part of Shen Fangliang's heart. For a moment, Shen Fangliang thought of his first love girlfriend who had been with him for eight years. He remembered that he walked away with her when he had nothing. On the street at dusk, at that time, she blushed and shyly said to him: "I like you."

He was very poor at that time, so he accepted her confession and started dating her, because he thought that if he failed in starting a business, there would be a woman who liked him waiting for him.

I don't know why, they are obviously completely different people, at this moment, the eyes of Jiang Xiaoyan and Xiaoli seem to overlap.

Shen Fangliang closed his eyes, took back all the regret and pain in his eyes, and said, "I like you too, silly."

Hearing these words, Jiang Xiaocheng's eyes burst into ecstasy, and he said, "Liu Piao..."

Shen Fangliang closed his eyes, and said: "I like you, I like that stupid guy who makes me feel annoyed at the beginning and wants to vomit blood, always goes crazy and beats me until I vomit blood from time to time, I like his simplicity, his stupidity, his innocence , I like you, I like the feeling of this famous sword lord who is the ruler of the rivers and lakes. It’s hard not to like such a person who loves himself wholeheartedly.” Shen Fangliang opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and tears flowed from his eyes. His eyes welled up, but he smiled, looked at Jiang Xiaocheng with tears in his eyes, and said, "I like you, but Ah Sha, Ming Jianhou, I like you, but I don't love you, I can't do it for you To endure your dying inner father who is as bad-tempered and strong as I am, it is impossible for me to spend the rest of my life sitting and trapped in this world on the three-acre land of Mingjian Villa for you, it is impossible for me to do it willingly for you It is even more impossible for me to have children for you, or to endure other people's children. It is impossible for me to endure all the inconvenience and troubles of being a famous swordsman in the inner room for you, because that little liking, Far from being enough to sustain me making these sacrifices for you."

Seeing that Jiang Xiaocheng seemed anxious to say something, Shen Fangliang raised his hand to stop him and said, "Don't refute me so quickly, I know that if you were asked to risk your life for me, you would not hesitate, but if you asked me to Should I risk your father's life? Think about it, what will you do if I fight with your father? Think about the foundation of your famous sword villa, think about your father, think about you The Jiang family has been passed down to the present, and how many people's blood brought it back."

Jiang Xiaocheng opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Shen Fangliang smiled happily, but tears flowed even more, and said: "I know you like me very much, but I also know that you are a dutiful son, there is no way you would have the heart to let you Father is sad, I know you like me, but I also know that you are the famous Jianhou, you have to be responsible for thousands of people in Mingjian Villa, I know you like me, but I also know that you are the son of the Jiang family, The only bloodline of the Jiang family in this generation, you have to explain to the ancestors of the Jiang family."

After saying these words, Shen Fangliang gradually stopped his tears, looked at Jiang Xiaocheng, suddenly leaned forward and pinched him, kissed the corner of Jiang Xiaocheng's mouth, then smiled and looked at the stiff Jiang Xiaocheng, watching the tears running coldly along the edge of a knife. With Jiang Xiaocheng's hard cheek slipping down, Shen Fangliang took Jiang Xiaocheng's hand that was holding his wrist, opened it little by little, and said, "Go home, I have to go, I will leave the "Nine Turns of Scripture" to you." Your father-in-law, Zhuangzi has been preparing all kinds of matters for your fainting. The Fang family is willing to send another nephew over. This time, I have inquired about it. It is voluntary. He is a bastard, and he lived in the Fang family. Not good, so I am willing to be your inner room."

After saying this, Shen Fangliang took a few steps back, looked at Jiang Xiaocheng who was stiff there, smiled, turned and left, and at the moment Shen Fangliang turned and left, Jiang Xiaocheng seemed to wake up suddenly, and stretched out his hand to grab Shen Fangliang's body. But the sleeves were all scratched.

Seeing Shen Fangliang disappearing into the mountains and rivers like a butterfly, Jiang Xiaocheng maintained the movement of reaching out to grab the other's sleeve, with his open palm like a dying butterfly.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery has been known in the past. Why not recall the south of the Yangtze River.

Shen Fangliang listened to the festive drum music played by Mingjian Mountain Villa, drinking wine and said: "I'm not happy that he took someone else, but I know that if I don't let him take it, or the person who is carried into Mingjian Villa in a sedan chair at this moment That person is me, I will be more unhappy, between being unhappy and being more unhappy, of course I choose to be unhappy."

Shuxian raised his eyebrows and said, "Then why are you still here drinking and drinking? Since you have already chosen."

Shen Fangliang smiled, there was no joy in the smile, but a bit of calm sadness and self-mockery, said: "Everyone of us will make a lot of choices when we grow up, just like I like music but I didn't take the road of a professional music school. , my family is poor and can’t afford for me to learn such a luxury skill, so I choose to give up this hobby; when I was carrying a backpack with 5000 yuan in my pocket and rushed to the capital, I was reluctant to be at home and to be separated from my parents, but I knew I have to leave, because only by going to the capital can I get a better job as a major, have a greater chance to stand out, and let my parents live a better life; , just to get a few orders with higher profits, I feel humiliated and uncomfortable, but I have to do this to get back enough funds in the early stage of entrepreneurship, so that the company will have better development in the future... Choice and choice are parting and retention , as long as a person who is smart enough knows how to make a choice, choose the lesser of two evils and the more serious of two good things, and if you let your sensibility decide and make that unwise choice, not only will you get Little, and no joy you thought you'd get, because in the end you'll have more to lose and more pain than making the other choice."

Shuxian didn't speak.

Shen Fangliang took another sip of wine for himself, and said: "I know that my choice is right, but a choice is a parting, any parting will hurt, very painful, very painful."

Shuxian still didn't speak, just stayed with Shen Fangliang and drank wine with him.

In the distance, the sun was setting and a round of red sun was slanting westward, covering this school of green mountains and green waters, dyeing the green mountains and green waters red, and the sky was the same color.

The stream was rushing, and a black mass floated on the water and went down the river. On the bank of the stream, a ghostly figure rose and fell to catch up to the black mass.

Fishing out this ball of black charcoal from the stream and throwing it on the bank, Yagutuo took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his hands with disgust, saying: "This guy is really useless, Jiang family boy, here we are!" This generation is so unbearable, it has all been planted in the hands of a little-known Shen Fangliang."

Ren Feiqi, the manichaean plague envoy who was squatting beside Yagutuo to inspect the ball of "black charcoal", bowed his head and said respectfully: "People in the Central Plains martial arts are not as good as one generation after another, just like that Linghu Shaoqing, who thinks that Blocking the northwest can prevent us from entering the Central Plains, but I don’t know that you, the leader, are wise and mighty. You have already crossed the Tianshan Mountains and started from Nanzhao in the southwest. Dali Temple is still a fool and you don’t know where the enemy is?”

Ya Gutuo raised his eyebrows, straightened the messy hair around his ears, which was obviously very useful. Ren Feiqi's words were obviously flattering, so he straightened his sleeves, and Ya Gutuo said, "Don't be so glib, just take care of yourself." It is your task to use this guy's waste."

Ren Feiqi clasped his fists and accepted the order, "This subordinate is determined to fulfill his mission."

After Shen Fangliang left Hangzhou, he summoned his Zhao Yebai with no trace of variegation all over his body, lying on his back on the horse's back, trusting the horse to let the horse rein, without looking at which direction Zhao Yebai was going, just lying on his back. It also shines on Yebai's back, drinking when thirsty, eating wild game when hungry, and sleeping on the floor when sleepy.

In this way, I don't know how many villages and towns I have passed through. Then, one day, Shen Fangliang leaned on his horse and made trouble. The figure rushed to Shen Fangliang's horse.

The figure who was being chased fell in front of Shen Fangliang's horse. He was covered in black mud, skinny, and ragged. He was no different from many beggars on the street. Shen Fangliang didn't see any difference, but the three words on the map reminded Shen Fangliang, This person is not a different beggar, the three characters are - Yin Risheng.

Rivers and lakes chapter, end.

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