The day we returned to Spring City happened to be the second day after Mu Qingshan's widow and youngest son arrived in the motherland.

She has been living in Bangkok for nearly 20 years, whether it is Mu Qingshan's widow. is still the youngest son, and he has a strong sense of strangeness to the motherland, if it weren't for the death of Mu Qingshan and Mu Shiwei, the two would never have returned to such a strange place.

In fact, they were rescued by me from the prison where the Killer was killed.

The two were also destined to be taken hostage.

A big war, grief. A lot of things can't go back.

However, what made the two happy was that they returned to the motherland and received the warmest reception, and the Chuncheng Bureau of the Southern Yunnan Bureau specially vacated a best house in the compound of the unit for the arrival of the mother and son, not only to settle the two people who came in a hurry, but also to arrange a job as a translator in the bureau for Mu Qingshan's widow, and also arranged the best kindergarten for the child.

With the special care of the provincial bureau, once this child shows a certain talent, he will be included in the training system within the system and become a cultivator.

And I was in such a situation. I met with the mother and son.

After the two sides met and exchanged a few clichés, there was no longer much to say.

Mu Qingshan's widow's feelings for me are very complicated, if it weren't for me, maybe Mu Qingshan and his daughter wouldn't have died, the same reason. Without me, she wouldn't have been rescued and given a new life.

How do you deal with it?

It's a conundrum.

I couldn't explain the cruelty of this reality to a little woman who had been immersed in a happy life for a long time, and I couldn't even tell her that Kang Keyou killed Mu Qingshan and Mu Shiwei in the first place just because she was in a bad mood.

The ugliness of the world is just left to us, ordinary people, they would rather see less, and their lives may be happier.

I left, leaving behind a large sum of money. It will be handed over to the relevant leaders of the Yunnan Provincial Bureau as the child's future education expenses and the source of livelihood for the mother and son.

After having a simple send-off drink with the relevant colleagues of the Southern Yunnan Bureau, I also came separately with Buyu and Little White Fox.

They went back to Kyoto, and I went to Jinling.

The three of them broke up at the airport, and the little white fox had completely lost the temper of the little girl who stuck to me, and she was quiet, but it made me a little uncomfortable.

Or some small loss.

However, little girl, she will grow up after all, and she will eventually leave me.

The plane arrived in Jinling. I didn't go back to Jurong Maoshan first, but went to the south and south, and after providing some funds, I met with Fang Hongjin, the pavilion master of Ciyuan Pavilion, in Qinhuai District.

The reason why I was looking for Fang Hongjin, in addition to reminiscing about the past, was mainly to talk about business.

Or in simple terms, it's money laundering.

Of course, the source of this money can withstand the scrutiny of any political department, as the accumulation of most of the life of Bangkok's big drug lord Sucha, it is a huge wealth, but these things, if taken out at once, are very likely to depreciate and sell cheaply, if I want it to have a virtuous circle, I must find someone who knows how to do it and will not lie to me to take over the matter.

Then Ciyuan Pavilion, which has a long-term cooperative relationship with me, broke into my field of vision.

Known as the most profitable businessman in the cultivation world, Fang Hongjin has a unique temperament, and his relationship with me is also good, but when I took out so much money, his first reaction was not surprise, but a little disappointed.

He thought it was another large amount of Tianshan Shenchi Palace's utensils, but he didn't expect it to be such a bunch of pickled things.

As for money, at such a level, I really don't care much about it.

However, when he heard my idea of using the money to make a charitable foundation, he became interested again, and after some communication and exchanges with me, he decided to have Ciyuan Pavilion come forward to build this foundation with me, which is committed to supporting education, veterans' assistance, and a series of related matters to promote positive social energy.

It only took us half an hour to liquidate the property, but it took us a whole day to realize the constitution, scope, and inspection system of the foundation.

The big man does not focus on profit, but on peace of mind.

After discussing this matter, it was already the beginning of the lanterns, I shook hands with Fang Hongjin and his two assistants and said goodbye, and just saw off the three of them, but I heard someone behind me calling me.

I looked back and it turned out to be Sister Dai Qiao, Xiao Dacang's wife.

At this moment, Sister Dai Qiao is no longer the vigorous and resolute older young woman she was back then, she is dressed simply and calmly, she is the head of the Jinling Municipal Bureau, and next to her, there is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, who looks like ice muscles and jade bones, like a flower and jade.

This little girl's name is Xiao Luqi, she is the daughter of Xiao Dacang and Sister Dai Qiao, I saw it when I was a child, but I didn't expect it to grow so big in a blink of an eye.

The years are urging people to grow old!

I haven't seen Sister Dai Qiao for many years, since the two sides met, we just happened to have dinner together, chatted about the past during the banquet, and talked about the current situation of Xiao Dacang, Dai Qiao's love came and I kept complaining about Xiao Dacang's reckless man.

They have been separated for almost 20 years, and they get together less and leave more, as if they are not a family.

Regarding this matter, Sister Dai Qiao has urged Xiao Dacang countless times to ask him to mention the internal adjustment to the above, but he has been denied by Xiao Dacang, saying that the northwest is unstable, and he is a pillar and cannot leave.

Sister Dai Qiao thought about transferring her job to the northwest, but was rejected by Xiao Dacang, saying that he had too many enemies in the northwest frontier and couldn't rest assured.

Speaking of this, Sister Dai Qiao complained to me: "Look at what this old thing is talking about, I knew this earlier, the old lady should not have looked for such a guy as him in the first place, so as to save the widow." Let me tell you, if I didn't know that he didn't raise a little vixen there, maybe one day, I would have had my own divorce with your eldest brother Xiao! ”

Sister Dai Qiao still has the temper of the Iron Lady back then, and her speech is also fiery, while her daughter is much more silent, eating silently next to her.

The little girl is quite elegant, a small bite, a small bite, after eating for a long time, a small bowl of rice has not yet bottomed out.

It is difficult for Qing officials to interrupt family affairs, and I can't evaluate the love life between Xiao Dacang and Dai Qiaojie too much, but I just persuaded her with good words, saying that Boss Xiao is in the northwest, is the backbone of the country, and has sacrificed a lot.

After dinner, I couldn't resist Sister Dai Qiao's Xianglin-style nagging, so I didn't stay long, but I was full of sympathy for the quiet little girl next to me.

Before leaving, I picked out a hairpin from the Tianshan Shenchi Palace, gave it to her as a meeting gift, and told her my contact information, if there is anything, you can ask Uncle Chen for help.

Before I knew it, I had become an uncle.

We're all getting old.

Looking at Xiao Luqi, I couldn't help but feel a strange feeling, thinking that maybe I should also think about the important matter of life reproduction.

I went back to Maoshan overnight, because time could not be delayed any longer.

In fact, as early as when I was still staying in Southeast Asia to deal with the follow-up matters, Liu Xuedao, the elder of the torture hall, had already taken the six elders of the torture hall to drive the corpses from southern Yunnan, all the way over the mountains and mountains, and returned to Jurong Maoshan Mountain.

They drove away the corpses, although they also went out by day and night, but they were completely unsheltered.

By the time I returned to China, the rivers and lakes were already in an uproar, but anyone who was well-informed knew about it.

Maoshan became famous abroad, turned the son of the Nanyang lord who offended Maoshan's dignity into a living dead, and escorted him all the way back.

When I was in Spring City, I heard people mention this reputation to me several times.

The day after I returned to Maoshan, it happened to be just in time for the public trial of the monk Zhifan, because this matter also involved another major cultivation school, the Hanging Temple, so Maoshan also invited the eight major cultivation schools, including the Hanging Temple, and the location was set in the peak Taoist temple when Maoshan opened the mountain gate.

Among the eight major cultivation sects, Qingcheng, Dragon Tiger, Laoshan, and Kunlun were all present.

This is a feast of rivers and lakes, and the chief judge is Yang Zhixiu, a speaker of Maoshan.

As the main god who controlled the entire public trial, Yang Zhixiu showed a powerful means of controlling the field, and his long-sleeved communication ability to dance, so that a group of fellow people from afar could find out why.

Maoshan made full preparations and listed twelve major crimes for the monk Zhifan.

Some people call this the "Tokyo Trial" in the spiritual world, and I can't complain about it, but in fact, I basically didn't participate in the public trial except for watching from the sidelines.

I've done what I had to do, and I'll leave the rest to the people who want to be in the limelight.

I'm not named.

I'm just protecting Maoshan for Master, who he has been fighting for all his life.

However, even if Yang Zhixiu attracted everyone's attention like a full moon, no one would ignore me hiding in the corner and quietly watching the public trial.

It was this guy, the outer disciple of Maoshan, who took two of his subordinates to chase the murderer for thousands of miles, and cooperated with the Maoshan Torture Hall to take back this Zhifan monk from Kang Ke's hands of the Nanyang big devil.

Who is Kang Keyou?

But anyone with some insight knows that it is the top master of the Nanyang realm, and his status here is like that of the mysterious Heavenly King's left envoy Wang Xinjian.

In the end, he was stabbed to death with a sword.

Awesome, this time Maoshan is awesome.

After the public trial, the monk Zhihan confessed to his crime, and finally died by three knives and nine holes.

Next came Maoshan's hospitality, which I was not interested in, so I went to the back mountain and met my daughter-in-law - I still remember what kind of surprise came out of my heart when I saw Xiao Yan's sister that day, with my hands folded and my fingers on her pulse.