Bu Fanchen asked his father on the road: My aunt and grandmother married my aunt and grandfather, what happened to the little grandfather who was as chic and reliable as you?

The word before it was reliable, he categorically didn't dare to say it, his father's chestnut with always just the right strength, he still remembered it vividly.

Bu Youkong stood in place and smirked for a long time before he came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "Your grandfather left him in the Huang family, bought about six carts of books, let him read them outside his uncle's door every day, and let him read the scholar back, but your little uncle, I'm afraid that no one can change it except your aunt and grandmother, the problem is that your aunt and grandmother won't let your aunt and grandfather do things you don't like."

After Bu Youkong finished speaking, he looked at Bu Fanchen with interest, and after thinking for a while, he added: "Your Fourth Uncle Huang is the son of your aunt and grandmother, because grandma and aunt have been very good since childhood, our vein and your Fourth Uncle Huang's family have a very good relationship." When I see you Fourth Uncle Huang later, you must not recognize life, you kid remember, because of your aunt and grandfather, your Fourth Uncle Huang usually likes to read the most, and directly recited a poem to ensure that your fourth uncle will be very happy. ”

Bu Fanchen hummed softly, thinking deeply.

He also has an uncle in the dream world, who is very good to him, so when he mentions his uncle, he will be inexplicably kind. I thought that if I had the opportunity, I would discuss my half-baked knowledge with my uncle, and I warmed up my feelings while asking for advice.

Because it was the city lord's mansion that entered from the east gate, I didn't see many people on the road, and I haven't been here for more than thirty years, and there are many new faces, after all, ordinary mortals only have a lifespan of a hundred years, even in the southern country where everyone is a soldier and martial arts are heavy, the average life expectancy will not be much higher. The only thing that can last for a long time is that those great monks will have a few familiar friends or interesting enemies, so that they will not be too lonely on the road of searching.

Walk to an artificial lake, not big, about ten acres of land. Close to the road where Bu Fanchen and his father walked, there were many budding lotus leaves floating on the lake, perhaps because the season was not enough, and the lotus flowers had not yet opened. At the junction of lotus leaves, occasionally mischievous cyan carp emerges from the writings, spitting bubbles. On the other side of the cobblestone path, there are thorny moon flowers, red, yellow, and purple, and the small flower bones exude a faint fragrance, which has to be said to be very comfortable.

At this time, an old man walked slowly from the other side of the lake, his name was Qu Fu, he had been a little housekeeper in the Huang family in the capital in his early years, he was an old man who was well versed in the world, his cultivation was not too strong or weak, and he was at the level of a martial artist, and now he was three hundred years old. According to the calculation of the ordinary martial arts powerhouse, he has a lifespan of about three hundred years, and he should have reached the end of his life.

It was because in the early years, because of the protection of the young Huang Jinggu, he was seriously injured, he fell from the strong of the Martial King to the realm, and his eyesight was extremely impaired, of course, because he had been to the Martial King Realm, so his lifespan would be several decades longer than that of the ordinary Martial Sect.

The intelligence department's evaluation of him was that the eighth-layer realm of the Martial Sect would drop by seven small realms because of his eyesight, but if he worked hard, he could be treated as a first-order martial king.

"Uncle Qu, Uncle Qu. Seeing Qu Fu in the distance, Bu Youkong shouted excitedly. Because he was born in the royal family, he will be more eager for the luxury of feelings, and the elderly housekeeper Qu gave him a lot of warmth when he was a child. Of course, Qu Fu has never crossed the line, after all, it is a royal direct line, what should be done, what can be done, he knows very well.

Qu Fu heard a familiar voice calling himself in the distance, but because he was too far away and couldn't see the visitor clearly because of his eyesight, he had to walk in quickly, see the person clearly, and then go back. No matter what the cultivation is in the city lord's mansion, treating people with sincerity and treating people with reason is a rule, a custom that everyone is willing to abide by.

"Little rabbit cub, remember to call Grandpa Qu later, be polite, that's your father's elder, called Qu Fu. Bu Youkong gestured to Bu Fanchen, who was limping, and said happily.

"Is it Grandpa Qu who often took you and Fourth Uncle Huang out secretly when you were a child?" Bu Fanchen asked suspiciously

"Well, it's him, the source of your father's childhood happiness. Step Youkong replied.

Bu Fanchen looked at Qu Fu, who was about to walk towards him in the distance, the other party was very clean, neat, and his walking pace was also very steady, and he looked very energetic, but Bu Fanchen felt a sense of old age in him, which was a sign that the candle flame was about to end, and then nodded lightly, indicating that his father already knew.

I haven't seen my relatives for thirty years, and my original personality is very lively and affectionate, so I naturally run to Qu Fu quickly at this moment.

Seeing the person who came, except for the mature aura on his body, the appearance of Bu Youkong had not changed much, Qu Fu hurriedly wiped his eyes, he couldn't believe it.

"Uncle Qu, it's me, Shadow Sky Boy, you don't remember me" Bu Youkong walked in front of Qu Fu, looked at the old man in front of him, and said excitedly.

No matter how strong and invincible you are outside, when you come home and face the elders you are worried about, you will not be able to reveal your child's nature, because in their eyes, you will always be a child, even if you are already a towering tree. They are always the warmest harbor in the depths of your heart, and they are your invincible shield to move forward.

It wasn't until Bu Youkong spoke again, that the familiar voice came into his ears, and a big living person stood in front of him, that Qu Fu came back to his senses.

He was about to bend down to salute, but was dragged by Bu Youkong. "Uncle Qu, what are you doing here, I'm a junior, how dare you accept the courtesy, you must not let it be. Bu Youkong said sincerely.

Qu Fu hurriedly lowered his head and said nervously: "Lord, no, as a courtier, there is a reason not to be polite, the prince still calls me Steward Qu like before, otherwise it will be old and decrepit." ”

Bu Fanchen limped to the side of the two, he had nothing to say about this father who often didn't want his own son, I said Dad, your son is still limping, he is a wounded, can you consider me?

Seeing the kind old man in front of him so respectful, he knew his father's meaning and attitude, and he didn't bother to reason with his father to leave his own business. Bent down and said sincerely: "Hello Grandpa Qu, the kid is mortal, I have saluted you." ”

Qu Fu, who was already a little frightened, looked at Bu Fanchen who was bent over, and from the other party's name and the time of appearance, it was speculated that it was Bu Youkong's son, and now there is no doubt in the world, he is even more panicked. Prepare to ignore the support of the empty step, and as soon as your knees are weak, you have to kneel and return the salute. I thought anxiously that the people in the world who have the family of the Son of Heaven gave themselves a reason to be a housekeeper who had nothing to do with it. If it spreads, it doesn't matter if you lose your life, it's a big deal to lose face in the heavenly family. But he found that Bu Youkong was just gently supporting himself, and he couldn't kneel.

Just when he was extremely worried, Bu Youkong said slowly: "It used to be before, now and in the future, you are always my Uncle Qu, and you are also this kid Grandpa Qu, it doesn't matter what outsiders say about me." ”

"Shizi, please get up first," Qu Fu said first after listening to Bu Youkong's words, and after Bu Fanchen got up, Qu Fu took two steps back, without Bu Youkong's support, and hurriedly knelt down, but found that he still couldn't kneel, knowing Bu Youkong's strength, he was both happy and worried. Knowing that he couldn't kneel, he had to bow his head and say again: "Lord, don't do it, your brother is the current Holy Emperor, although your father no longer cares about the affairs of the world, but he is also the Holy Emperor of that era. ”

"If it weren't for Uncle Qu sacrificing his life to save the lives of the eldest brother and the fourth child, how could he be the Holy Emperor today?

In fact, in Bu Youkong's heart, he has a very bad impression of his father, and it is extremely bad, just like a big brother, he can be a good big brother, but a good emperor is definitely an extremely unqualified father. This is the sorrow of the royal family, when in power, there will be something lost, and almost every emperor and his children are more than nothing. There is also the fact that in the emperor's family, except for his own blood brother, most of the other half-brothers are almost enemies, even in the Bu family who cultivates the heart before cultivating martial arts. The emperor's cold-bloodedness is definitely not as simple as the outside world says, stabbing relatives is just a necessary lesson, and there are many helpless things they have to do, many things force them to be cold-blooded, if they want to protect the country, they have to abandon their hearts to protect their gods.

This is one of the reasons why many long-lived emperors of the southern kingdom are eager to abdicate after a hundred years of reign, they are either too lonely, or they have too much ruthlessness in their hearts to be released. And for the southern royal family who cultivate their martial arts first, the throne that has been done for too long is a kind of torment, and they have to cultivate their hearts and be ruthless, they want to deceive themselves for a hundred years in this contradictory thinking, but they have to fight for a reason, how sad.

For Bu Youkong, when he was young, his strength was not strong enough, even in the face of his own good Uncle Qu, he could only call Butler Qu, no way, at that time, no one dared to make a mistake, otherwise there would be no need to say much. But now, he is qualified to stand on the high mountain of the southern kingdom and speak his own truth. So he has to follow his heart, and his son will naturally follow the mortal dust, so don't go through the time when he has little affection.

Under the latter's firm gaze, Qu Fu found that he was really old, and in the end, he couldn't be stubborn, and he acquiesced, and Qu Fu's heart regarded Bu Youkong as his own child, but the rules were the rules, and he didn't want to let the younger generations have more rights and wrongs because of himself.

He learned that he had been out to sea for thirty years, and he had just arrived here. Although I really wanted to hear him tell the story of the past thirty years, I still held back, because the city lord would definitely only want to see Bu Youkong more than himself. Bu Youkong has come here, and he knows the way. Qu Fu hurried to Huang Jingdan's location, ready to tell him the news, but on the way, he couldn't help but smile, thinking that this was a happy day.

"Father, Grandpa Qu's health doesn't seem to be very optimistic. After Qu Fu left, he walked thoughtfully.

"Huh, you can see it too?" Bu Youkong looked at Bu Fanchen in surprise, Qu Fu's body was indeed very bad, the battle was too tragic back then, and he was at the peak of the Martial King, and he fell directly to the Martial King Initial Realm, and then to the Martial Sect. If it weren't for Huang Jianianqi's failure to hurt Huang Jing's gall, he was willing to spend money, hang him with medicine, and save him from the ghost gate, he would have been gone a long time ago. Of course, if the royal family or the Huang family's royal-level high-level masters are willing to take action, it is not impossible to cure, but the price will not be small. Having said that, he is just a leading housekeeper of the Huang family, and Huang has the courage to have affection for him, which does not mean that their relatives also have affection for him, the bigger the family, the more these small things will be ignored. Moreover, since the Huang family established their own family, they have never intervened in the battle for the throne for thousands of years, and that time Qu Fu saved Huang Jinggu, and also saved Bu Zhuangbi, in the final analysis, it can be regarded as crossing the bottom line of the Huang family, of course, Bu Jiamin, who did not participate in the royal dispute at that time, became angry, and the Huang family was not sure if someone deliberately pulled them into the water, so they chose to save Qu Fu. These past events, Bu Youkong hasn't figured out how to tell Bu Fanchen and take him back to the royal family, I don't know if it's right or wrong, it's just that, if he really doesn't like it, just send him to the rivers and lakes, Fangzheng doesn't have to be the emperor, you kid just go your own way, there is your father at home.

"Well, I seem to have an intuition about that," Bu Fanchen replied worriedly.

Whew, Bu Youkong sighed heavily, and said a little heavily: "When I was supporting your Grandpa Qu just now, I also explored the situation in his body, too much time has passed, and those Dao injuries have become old diseases distributed throughout his body, even now, I am not sure that I can help him recover." ”

"Even you can't help it," Bu Fanchen found for the first time that his father could not do it, and his worries were real.

"To be honest, it's extremely difficult to recover completely, unless I'm breaking a big realm, but that's not easy. There is already death in his body, just like a person's longevity is about to be exhausted, the power of natural death, it is difficult for human beings to reach, and his injuries have already hurt Wu Ji, if I forcibly get rid of those dead qi, it will only make him more painful, and it will harm him instead," he said slowly. This is the advantage of Bu Youkong, he is willing to treat his son as half a friend and give him respect, rather than blindly talking to him as an adult.

Bu Fanchen stopped talking, limped forward, trying to recall something, and analyzed the aura on Grandpa Qu's body at a deep level. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he finally found the difference between the dead air in the dream world in his memory between Grandpa Ran and his grandfather when he died and Grandpa Qu's dead air. The two are very similar, but in comparison, Bu Fanchen still noticed that the kind of dead qi on Grandpa Ran and his grandfather in the dream was synchronized with the soul light and the body. That is the real old death, unless there is a rumored miracle medicine, and at the same time the soul and body are reversed, in order to achieve the purpose of revival. And Grandpa Qu is just a simple body death, and he had eaten good treasure medicines at the beginning, but he couldn't absorb all those medicinal properties, but instead made the remaining medicinal properties become the nourishment of Wuji Dao injury, which is the phenomenon of over-tonic as the saying goes. On Uncle Ye's island, he was particularly interested in a medicine scripture, and although he didn't understand the meaning of it, he still read it over and over again. He remembered that there was a sentence on it: "Whoever hurts the old and does not understand it, it must be based on the body, and it will grow, and if it is vigorous, it will not nourish death, and life can be worth it." If the qi is weak, then the death is vigorous, and in the event of decay, the soul will also breed life and death, and the immortal Buddha will not be able to save it. If you want to solve it, you must cut off its years, freeze its soul age, and use death as a thread, anger as a needle, weave qi in the body as a stream, draw fluids outside, and inject vitality into it, so that you can be cured, and even more prosperous.

After thinking about it for a while, Bu Fanchen said uncertainly: "Father, is Grandpa Qu very important to you?"

What replied to Bu Fanchen was that ten chestnuts sounded on his head one after another, which made him unexpected, only to see Bu Youkong hating iron and steel: "Don't you need to say this, you little rabbit cub, look for a draw." “

Bu Fanchen held a cane in one hand, and the other hand that was not completely healed, gently stroked his head, and said weakly: "I'm just sure again, don't be so ruthless, Dad." ”

"Are you sure? you mean you have the means. Bu Youkong recalled his son's words and enlightened the way.

Bu Fanchen took a deep breath, as if he had decided something, and said solemnly: "Then please father, be sure to let Grandpa Qu have the desire to live, give me ten years, ten years later, if I am not dead or useless, I will do my best to save Grandpa Qu." “

Bu Youkong stared into the distance, looking at the son of this innate martial artist who had fallen to the realm not long ago, for some reason he felt that his son was like a little man, and said lovingly, "Don't be difficult for yourself, these are what a father should do, you don't have to bear these in your heart too early." “

"Isn't my father afraid of difficulties? Bu Fanchen said in a condensed voice.

Bu Youkong looked at his son and smiled, he understood his eyes, and he was very pleased. Since mortal dust has this heart, how can his father not be as he wished? His eyes returned to clarity, and he said calmly, "Tell me about it." ”

"There are clouds in the medicine scripture: all the old injuries are incomprehensible, they must be based on the body, and they will grow, and if they are vigorous, they will not breed death, and they can be worth it. If the qi is weak, then the death is vigorous, and in the event of decay, the soul will also breed life and death, and the immortal Buddha will not be able to save it

。 If you want to solve it, you must cut off its years, freeze its soul age, and use death as a thread, anger as a needle, weave qi in the body as a stream, draw fluids outside, and inject vitality into it, so that you can be cured, and even more prosperous. Bu Fanchen read out the medical theory that he had already memorized, but had just understood, the corners of his mouth rose, and he said confidently: "Did my father forget that the two qi I got the day after tomorrow are the same pair of yin and yang fish as Uncle Ye?"