Following!

Cemetery!

Buy the money and the paper, and the fruit and stuff, and drive to Markham!

For this aunt, Markham didn't have much of an impression. In his youthful memory, the aunt was locked in the bedroom of the house all the time, not allowed to go out. Occasionally I saw him through the window, and I rarely saw her smile on her face, always looking sad and gloomy, as if there were too many things in her heart.

Until one day, the person who had been in charge of delivering her food suddenly found her lying on the bed, with blood gushing from her wrists and staining the entire sheet red.

She died, cut her wrists and committed suicide!

Markham couldn't figure out why she had chosen this way, and asked his father and grandfather about her death more than once. However, each time they were vague and talked about him left and right. It seems that for the people of Wanjianmen, she is a shame, a shame that is unwilling to be mentioned by Wanjianmen.

Over time, Markham didn't bring it up again. However, every year, Wan Longtao would ask him to come to worship his aunt, but he never saw Wan Longtao come in person.

In the distance, Markham saw a man standing next to Wan Rou's grave, carefully sorting out the weeds on the cemetery. Markham couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, for so many years, he was the only one who came to Wan Rou's grave every year, not to mention outsiders, even other people from Wanjia had never come.

"Who are you?" Markham looked up and down at the strange man.

The man turned around slowly, his gaze swept over Markham, and his expression was slightly shocked. It seems that there is some shadow of Wanrou on Markham's body. "Are you from the Ten Thousand Swords Gate?" the man asked, "Who are you from Rourou?"

"She's my aunt. Who are you?" asked Markham.

"Auntie, are you Wan Longtao's son?" the man was stunned for a moment and said, "My name is Fu Shu." ”

The man was a little bookish, and he looked very formal in a suit, but he didn't look like a person who came to the grave. There was a flash of sadness in his eyes, which made Markham seem to remember the look in Wan Rou's eyes back then. He couldn't help but secretly think, maybe there is some story between this man and his aunt, right?

"Fu Shu, are you my aunt's friend?" Markham asked, stunned.

"Hmm!" Fu Shu nodded.

"I've never seen outsiders come to worship in so many years, and you're still the first one, so it seems that you and my aunt should be old acquaintances. Markham said.

"I'm Korean, and I only recently came to China. For more than 20 years, things are not people. Fu Shu said leisurely, his expression full of sadness.

After a pause, Fu Shu asked, "Is your grandfather's health okay?"

"My grandfather died seven years ago. Markham replied as he bowed.

"Passed away?" Fu Shu was stunned for a moment and sighed silently, "I was still going to visit him, but I didn't expect him to pass away." ”

After so many years, the hatred in Fu Shu's heart has gradually let go, and he no longer has such a strong hatred for Wanjianmen as before. Back then, how much he hated the people of Wanjianmen ruthlessly broke him up with Wan Rou, and Wan Rou committed suicide by cutting his wrists. But after more than 20 years, many things should also be put down, and he knew that Wan Rou didn't want him to have trouble with Wanjianmen.

This is also one of the purposes of his visit to Huaxia this time, in addition to worshiping Wan Rou, he also wants to resolve the grievances with Wanjianmen. People are already dead, what else can't be let go?

"Is your dad okay?" Fu Shu asked.

"The body is ok, nothing is wrong. However, it's really not a coincidence that you came, he has just retreated to study the last form of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to get out of the customs in a short time. Markham said.

"The last form of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect?" Fu Shu was stunned, and a look bloomed in his eyes.

"As far as I know, in the past hundred years, no one in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has ever practiced the last form of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect. I don't know if this record will be broken by your father, if so, your father will become the most powerful master of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate in the past hundred years. Fu Shu said.

"You seem to know a lot about our Wanjianmen, and your relationship with my aunt must be more than just friends, right?" asked Markham curiously.

Taking a deep breath, Fu Shu said, "You can go back and ask your father." ”

Markham was stunned and didn't continue to ask.

"You are the son of Wan Longtao and the future heir of Wanjianmen, I don't know how your kung fu is?" Fu Shu smiled slightly, as if he wanted to give Markham Kung Fu a try.

"Naturally, it's not comparable to my father, but I think I'm barely able to get by. Markham said confidently.

"Really, let me see. Fu Shu said with a slight smile.

"Since my predecessors have the heart to give me advice, I naturally humbly ask for it. "Markham has the arrogance of ten thousand families in his bones, and he doesn't even care about the people of Tianmen, let alone others?

After worshipping Wanrou, the two went down the mountain.

Markham arched his hand and made a gesture, "Senior, offended!"

As the words fell, Markham strode forward and slammed his fist at Fu Shu.

Wanjianmen is famous for its swordsmanship, and the kung fu of fists and feet is naturally much worse. However, when practicing to the peak, the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect can replace the sword with their hands and give full play to the essence of swordsmanship.

Seeing Markham's punch, Fu Shu smiled faintly, and with a slight wave of his sword finger, a powerful sword aura spread, and immediately swept Markham's arm away.

Markham shook slightly, "This ...... Is this Yi swordsmanship......? , are you from our Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"

"This is what your aunt taught me. Fu Shu seemed to recall the sweet time he used to have with Wan Rou again, and when he thought of her now that she had died, a touch of sadness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"My aunt taught you?" Markham was stunned, as if he understood a lot of things.

The kung fu of Wanjianmen has always been not allowed to be passed on, but Wan Rou passed on the Yi sword technique of Wanjianmen, which is second only to Wanjianmen Guizong, to Fu Shu, which is already a violation of the rules of Wanjianmen. Presumably, this Fu Shu had a relationship with Wan Rou back then, right? Otherwise, how could Wan Rou do this? Thinking of his aunt being imprisoned in Wanjia, Markham seemed to suddenly open up.

"According to the rules of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, anyone who steals my Ten Thousand Swords Gate Kung Fu will be executed. It seems that you killed my aunt back then. A chill erupted in Markham's eyes.

"yes, I killed her. If it weren't for me, she might have been able to live a happier life. Fu Shu sighed silently.

"Then I'll get justice for my aunt today. The voice fell, and Markham attacked again, but it was a killing move, obviously intent on taking Fu Shu's life.

"You're no match for me, so forget it. Fu Shu didn't fight back, avoided the way, and ran away.

"I'll visit your father. When the words fell, Fu Shu's figure had already disappeared.