Qiu Buping is very strange.

At first glance, I would never regard him as a master of the Heavenly List.

He did not have the courage to accompany Ren Hao, nor the reckless aura like Huang Wudi, nor the gentle and calm as Wujiujiu, nor the exaggerated and madness of Ai Dacha.

He is a bit like the old man Taohua.

They are all people who will lose themselves under the normal state. The old peach blossom man carries the moon zither and leans on the peach wood stick, like a down-and-out old piano master.

And Qiu Buping, wearing a black Confucian shirt and a scholar's bun, also looked like a middle-aged master who ran a private school.

He has no aura at all.

It is somewhat incompatible with the world's No. 1 village in Qinglong Mountain and the No. 1 village in the green forest.

It was like a group of gangsters shouting and killing and swearing, a silent university professor with black-framed glasses and holding a textbook.

And that professor is the absolute leader of this group of gangsters.

Very inconsistent.

But he also had an indescribable temperament.

It was as if he was standing here, just like the Dinghai Shen Needle, which forced nearly 20,000 people in the entire village, and they all had to do things according to the rules he set back then.

No one dared to resist, no one dared to even express their opinions.

This is not domineering spirit.

The middle-aged man who looked kind in front of him did not have that domineering aura, so how could he say...

It is more like a gloomy, a dead silence, a very uncomfortable temperament, like a snake wrapped around her neck but unable to resist.

If you have to describe it, it should be a wolf.

It's like a wolf that has lost its pack and is walking alone in the world.

After trying hard to fight again, the leader wolf with a stronger pack of wolfs was regained.

It's like the dead lonely wolf you saw alone in the wilderness under the moon.

Although it did not bare its teeth, it did not have any hostility.

But when you see it, you dare not act rashly. Looking at the wolf's eyes, you will know that as long as there is a little bit of a problem, the wolf's sharp teeth will bite through your neck the next moment.

Then eat your skin and flesh and turn it into its energy that can spread the world.

It commands a huge pack of wolves.

But he rarely gets into the wolf.

It lives alone, and it does not need a wolf pack to worship it, it does not need a wolf pack to surround it, or even understand it. It only needs the hungry wolf to act according to its will.

It only needs to fight with a fearless wolf pack when facing a strong enemy.

No matter whether the tiger or bear is blocking the road in front of you, it will turn into dead bones everywhere under the biting of the wolf pack.

This is a unique soul.

Qiu Buping stood in front of his chair. The chair was not luxurious, nor was he as good as other counterfeit masters, who liked to decorate it with animal skins.

It's just an ordinary, somewhat worn chair.

But everyone knows that the chair belongs to only one person.

Any evil person who dares to approach the chair will not need Qiu Buping's orders, and will be torn apart by the non-city wolf packs behind him.

"You, stay."

"Other, go out!"

Qiu Buping pointed at the folded iron and pointed at the door.

The tone is simple.

Liu Junshan and Wu Shifeng immediately walked out the door. They were used to the way the boss talked, and the other minions also quickly withdrew.

Qingqing was a little worried about Xiao Tie, but under the escort of the mountain ghost, she still honestly left the wooden building in Juyi Hall.

The young master of Huaqing and the monk Lang walked faster.

No one wants to incite the revenge.

Even though he looked very kind.

Even the fearless mountain ghost would feel the chill from the bottom of his heart when he contacted Qiu Buping's eyes. The young master Hua Qing, who always likes to talk and chat, was extremely silent at this moment.

The Lang Monk even held the Buddhist beads in his hand tightly. This sandalwood Buddhist beads can be shot out as a hidden weapon at any time.

Different people.

The scenery you see is also different.

In the eyes of their experts on the list, they can see the threat brought by Qiu Buping.

He was like a spear standing upright in the world. His cold light was almost about to pierce the sun, and he could not tolerate any provocation. If he dared to act rashly, what he could get would be a shot that would penetrate the heart.

Even Hua Qing, who has the best body skills, doesn't feel that she can avoid that shot.

"Boom"

The door of the wooden building in Juyi Hall was slowly closed by Liu Junshan.

The light in the hall became dim, but there was still light shining through the windows, making it a little dim.

Zheti stood alone in the hall, carrying his heavy sword, living in the same room with someone suspected of his father.

It was supposed to be a scene where relatives met, but he was a little overwhelmed.

Should I step forward or wait?

Do you speak actively?

Or wait for him to speak first?

"What's your name?"

Just when Ji Tie was at a loss, Qiu Buping, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly spoke.

This time the sound was much gentler.

There seems to be a trace of human nature returning.

"I was picked up by my master, so he asked me to follow his surname. He said that I am the best iron between heaven and earth, and it takes thousands of tempers to achieve a peerless sword."

Said honestly:

"So, the master asked me to cut iron. As for my original name..."

The boy peeked at Qiu Buping, who was sitting on the chair and staring at him. The boy stopped and whispered:

"I have no idea."

"You don't have a name."

Qiu Buping's tone became softer at this moment.

He withdrew his gaze from his folded iron face, leaned against his chair, and said:

"My enemy family is a scholarly family for generations. Of course, we can't be careless when naming the youngest son. I originally wanted to wait until you catch the Zhou rituals and find a good name from the classics..."

This man rarely said a long list.

He probably hasn't said so many things so smoothly in the past ten years.

I seem to be a little uncomfortable.

He stopped and continued:

"You only have a nickname. Your grandfather called you "Tiger". He wanted you to grow up healthily like a young tiger. He once told me that you would tell you to "get rid of the disease."

But I never agreed.

At that time, the previous dynasty was destroyed. As the classics and historical priest of the Langya Academy, I followed the young emperor to Lin'an, and my enemies also moved to Lin'an.

After wasting time in Lin'an for a few years, Zhao Hu invited me to be the prince's tutor.

I hate Zhao Hu for his plan to seize the country and gain a bad position, which made the people of the world miserable. It happened to be February of that year, when Zhao Hu was suspected to be assassinated and seriously ill.

There was a chaos in the court, so I resigned and took my family back from Lin'an to my hometown in Weifang."

Qiu Buping closed his eyes and said the past.

There is not much emotion in the voice, it is like telling the story of other people.

He didn't care about the iron, he was listening carefully.

"That was... in the 9th year of Zhengding, at that time, the land of Qilu was not as chaotic as that. Although the Northern Dynasties occasionally robbed, they were still stable."

Qiu Buping let out a long sigh and held his hands on the chair.

He said:

"When you get home, you will be born three months later. That is a big deal for my enemy. You are the legitimate son. If you have a family tradition of incense, it is a great joy.

Your grandfather, your second uncle and aunt, and your aunt whom you married to Shangqiu also brought a pair of children home to visit.

I still remember that day, my family was decorated with lights and neighbors came to congratulate me, and the whole town was full of joy.
To be continued...