On that day, I set off to visit a classmate, wanting to build a primary school palace in my hometown and teach the morality of the saints.

Haha, I still believed in these things at that time.”

Qiu Buping chuckled, his fists clenched, and there was a crisp sound of joint collisions.

He said:

"But there are ominous things in the sky. As soon as I left home, I heard that the Southern Dynasty soldiers retreated into Weifang. I knew something was wrong and hurried home, but it was too late.

The entire town was washed away with blood, and corpses were everywhere, and the thief set fire.

The fire was rising into the sky, and it was red in the middle of the night, and I was walking in the sea of ​​corpses and blood."

"Your grandfather fell in the main hall, protecting your aunt. He was at his feet two children under ten years old. Your uncle died in the house. Your aunt protected your mother and escaped from the desperate situation...

Three miles outside the town, I found the bodies of them and the bandits, but I didn't see you."

Qiu Buping's voice was extremely hoarse at this moment.

You don’t need to look at it to know his inner suffering at this moment.

Even though more than ten years have passed, the pain has not weakened at all. Instead, it is like a jar of old wine, constantly fermenting over the years.

The pain is no longer a pain, it has turned into a touch of sadness and regret.

A hole.

A hole that is engraved in your heart and will never be filled.

It was a fragmented soul, which was sewn together randomly, and in that body, it changed into a more cruel way to continue to survive.

"I killed them."

Qiu Buping's tone became cold again, just like a gust of wind in winter, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

"The second month after finding the hundred birds and phoenix guns, I found the group of defeated soldiers. They had already become bandits in Qinglong Mountain, and some people had scattered out and wandered around Qilu.

From top to bottom, from the commander to the pawn, there were a total of 437 people who had been to the town...

My son, under your feet, buried the 437 people. The one they ran the farthest, and even went to Yunnan and Guizhou, but I still crossed mountains and ridges and found him."

“437 people, not many people, not many people!

All the bones are buried here."

These words make the heart chilled.

He couldn't help but lower his head. All he saw was the floor paved with bluestone, but there seemed to be dazzling blood seeping out of the floor.

At this moment, these three-story wooden buildings became gusts of cold wind.

"My son, do you say, is this avenge for your father?"

Qiu Buping opened his eyes.

The pain, guilt, despair, loss, hideousness, resentment, and madness that just now seemed to have disappeared, and his eyes returned to the calm and peaceful state of the past.

He looked at the folded iron face and said:

"That's frightening? It's so fragile, my son.

You haven't heard of what my father has done in the past ten years. If you say it out, I'm afraid I'll scare my son to sleep at night."

"Did you feel the illusion when you first meet with your father? Do you feel like you don't want to have this murderous father?"

Qiu Buping's tone became sarcastic.

I don’t know if I am ridiculing myself or ridiculing the iron.

After a few breaths, he sighed:

"My son, I dreamed of going back for my father.

Back to that miserable day, use my gun to stop the tragedy, and dream of being in my hometown for my father, and grow up with your mother with you, and teach you the ways of Confucius and Mencius and the learning of saints."

"I dreamed of my father...

It’s a pity that I’m no longer worthy of being a father.

Being a father is no longer Qiu Yunshu of the past, but being a father is now called Qiu Buping!

Decide right and wrong in the world, and hate the unfairness of the world."

Qiu Buping stood up, feeling a little overwhelmed.

He held the chair, his back, which was as straight as a gun, seemed to be bent down, and he no longer had the loyalty to dominate the world, leaving only exhaustion.

He waved his hand and said in half:

"I can also look at my son again. My final regret has been completed. Your friends all look very reliable, so let them go.

Stayed in the mountain village for a few nights and then followed them down the mountain.

I know you are searching for Qilu and want to find your father, my son."

Qiu Buping whispered:

"It's a pity that you are in Feizhai, and you can never find Qiu Yunshu, who was well-read and righteous in the past.

He has...

Died with your mother."

"etc!"

Seeing Qiu Buping leaving the hall, Chetie didn't care about his mixed feelings, he stepped forward and grabbed Qiu Buping's arm.

When Ji Tie reached out, Qiu Buping obviously wanted to dodge. With his martial arts, Ji Tie would never be able to touch him no matter how fast he reacted.

But in the end, he still didn't hide.

Letting the hand be placed on his arm, he turned around and looked at the Broken Iron without saying a word.

There is only inquiries in my eyes.

He turned back to Qiu Buping, who was not interested in anything, and to the indifferent and ruthless expert of the Tianlist.

"My elder brother, although not the elder brother.

But he was very kind to me and saved me. When I was kidnapped by Tongwu Sect and the Five Elements Sect and wanted to be sent to Qingyang Demon Lord as a material, Brother Shen Qiu saved me."

Broken iron gritted his teeth and said:

"He is now being kidnapped by the Qingyang Demon Lord. He came to Qilu to find me. Please... please help us save him!"

"Um?"

Qiu Buping made a nasal sound.

When he heard Zhe Tie say that he was kidnapped by the Five Elements Sect and was sent to Qingyang Demon Lord as a material, a few cold lights flashed in Qiu Buping's eyes.

But it's fleeting.

After hearing the request from Shawei, he said:

"Since you are here, I will stay in the right and wrong village. When the Ai Dashi comes, I will be able to cook. If your elder brother can survive until then, he will naturally be saved."

"I..."

Zhe Tie wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Qiu Buping.

"Don't say it again."

Qiu Buping walked towards the wooden stairs with his hands on his back.

He said:

"I am a French village and I am attacked by the Southern Dynasty, and the Northern Dynasty is eyeing me again. It is the time for my life and death to be in danger.

Although you are my son, I still have more than 10,000 brothers.

I will save you, but I will save them too! My son, your elder brother's life alone is worth 20,000 lives?

If there were so many justices in this world, it wouldn’t be the current situation between you and me.”

"I have decided, let's do it."

Qiu Buping broke free from Xiao Tie's hand and walked up the ladder quickly. Xiao Tie maintained the movement of reaching out, feeling lost.

Soon, he turned around and walked out the door, his steps were heavy and full of frustration.

On the second floor, Qiu Buping wrote ink and wrote three names on a large piece of rice paper.

"Happy"

"Qu Xie"

"Ai Dacha"

Qiu Buping stared at the names of the three dragons and phoenixes, and he said softly:

"After this time, if the village is still there, I will go and chat with you."

"Dare to touch my son...
Chapter completed!