Baixiang Town, Huangfu

Chu Qianqiu helped Xiaoxiao complete the seventh transformation, so she let her rest at ease and came to her father-in-law's residence alone.

The two families are not far away, just a few steps away.

If there is any wind and grass on weekdays, it can't hide from Huang Qianhu's eyes.

After all, this is also the meaning of his stay in Baixiang Town.

Huang Qianhu sits in Baixiang Town, dispatching the private salt of the entire Shenwu Dynasty, and at the same time preventing someone from sneaking up and kidnapping his family.

"Chiaki, you're here."

"Here, have a drink."

When Huang Qianhu saw his son-in-law, he enthusiastically picked up a pot of daughter red, poured it into the jade cup, and handed it over.

"Uncle, I'm here because—" Chu Qianqiu just wanted to talk about overseas wasteland, but was interrupted by Huang Qianhu with a smile.

"Drink first, then talk about things."

"You let the general avenge Zhaoxue, and the whole Shenwei army is grateful, and it is worth a drink."

Chu Qianqiu listened, and could only drink a glass of wine.

"You have become the young marshal of the Shenwei Army, holding the Sheji Knife, glorifying your ancestors, and you deserve another drink."

Chu Qianqiu drank another glass, Huang Qianhu is not too old, but he likes to immerse himself in the past, he looks at Chu Qianqiu, he always thinks of his third brother, and sighs.

"You have opened up branches for the Chu family, so that your uncle can let go of a major event in his heart, it is worth having another drink."

"Uncle, this isn't worth a drink."

Chu Qianqiu was still a little embarrassed, very embarrassed, but Huang Qianhu squinted his eyes and smiled:

"If you're sorry for Xiaoxiao and messing up the order of size, I'm going to settle accounts with you."

"But you still remember Xiaoxiao, I got the pill from Shangjing, so I hurriedly sent it back to her."

"Now that the officialdom of Linghu City is being rectified, you can't wait to come back to her."

"Uncle is not an unreasonable person, there is no reason to let you bastard start from the beginning."

"The most important thing is that you are more capable than my uncle expected."

"With you, Xiaoxiao will not be bullied."

"After all, uncle's time is running out."

Huang Qianhu smiled, there are only a few people like him in this world, and he doesn't feel that he is right to do this.

Because only by leaving a sufficient number of offspring can excellent heirs be selected and killed.

This cruel selection mechanism lies in the uninheritability of martial arts talents, so Governor Li would rather support his nephew than leave the inheritance to his son and let them spoil it.

Huang Qianhu is the same.

"Uncle, is it the reason for the transplantation of the martial arts?"

Chu Qianqiu suddenly woke up, he should have thought of it a long time ago.

Just like the old emperors, they transplanted the martial arts at the real body level, which brought a great physical burden.

At that time, when my father-in-law got a complete manifestation of martial arts on the outlying island, he was just a master of qi accumulation, so how could he not pay the price?

"Yes, you have also reached this realm and understood the physical burden brought by the martial arts."

"How can it be possible not to pay the price for undertaking the manifestation of martial arts during the gas storage period?"

"The old man didn't even say anything about his good daughter."

"Uncle, actually I ......"

"Don't worry, the old man is expected to live for more than ten or twenty years, and he has also eaten a [Shou Dan]."

"No, I mean ......"

"Qianqiu, you don't have to worry about your uncle, don't worry about your uncle, go and look for those means to prolong your life."

"Uncle, I mean ......"

"People are born to die, and it is enough for my uncle to live to this age."

Huang Qianhu smiled and said with some relief.

He originally wanted to train his son-in-law in the last days of his life and let him inherit the family business.

didn't expect the other party's performance, not only to exceed expectations, it was simply a god.

He was already very content to find such a son-in-law.

By the time he left, Chu Qianqiu had already become a general, and his daughter must have mastered a large part of the Shenwei Army, and the children of the two would definitely become legitimate successors, and they were not afraid that anyone would dare to bully them.

In the future, it is not worth worrying about Huang Qianhu.

"Uncle, you listen to me first." Chu Qianqiu finally waited for his father-in-law to finish expressing his emotions, and hurriedly added.

"I mean, I have the longevity pill, and the blood of Xuanwu."

"Uncle, do you want to try?"

Chu Qianqiu finally found an opportunity and finished speaking.

"Good son-in-law!"

"Of course!" Huang Qianhu's two big hands immediately rested on Chu Qianqiu's shoulders, and his eyes that had been squinting were round.

There is a virtuous son-in-law like this, and the Sprinkle family has really earned blood in this life.

……

If it was before entering Beijing, Chu Qianqiu would not have been able to solve the problems of his father-in-law, but now this terminal illness that has plagued Huang Qianhu for many years has directly melted away.

"Uncle, you first eat a [Shengsheng Creation Pill] to protect your eyebrows and hearts."

"I'm fusing martial arts for you, and from now on you will become a real manifest master, and there will be no worries."

Life and Creation Pill?

Isn't this the true martial arts sect, the elixir second only to the elixir?

Huang Qianhu began to deeply doubt life, and the industry he had spent most of his life accumulating might not be enough for the value of such an elixir.

Chu Qianqiu was also very curious, his father-in-law went to the outlying islands back then and got the inheritance of the Lihate Palace, and he actually inherited the manifest martial arts from the master of qi storage.

With this kind of method, Chu Qianqiu can't do it, so he can just learn it.

Thinking of this, Chu Qianqiu directly summoned the Jizo Bodhisattva, and when he was about to check the martial arts, he accidentally discovered that something was wrong.

"Uncle, this dream-eating tapir is still alive."

"Still alive?"

Huang Qianhu asked suspiciously.

"Demon, don't show your original form soon." Chu Qianqiu's finger pointed at the center of Huang Qianhu's eyebrows, pouring the spirit of the [Sorrowful] characteristic into it.

Soon, a wisp of ghost came out of the ancestral aperture of the eyebrows served by his father-in-law, which was very shallow and thick, as if it could disappear at any time.

"Master, are you still alive?"

Huang Qianhu muttered to himself a little, he had been inherited for so many years, and he never knew that there was still a ghost hidden in the Dream Eater Tapir.

The ghost shook his head and said with some sighs:

"It's not alive, it's just barely staying in the world."

"In the past, I passed on the merits to the teacher and you, and I just wanted to leave a legacy for the Leaving Hate Palace."

"But I didn't clean up the soul, and later I learned that you were an officer of the Shenwei Army, so I wanted to keep a backhand."

"Leave a back hand?"

"The imperial court exterminated the palace of hatred, how can we not hate?"

"I just want to have a chance in the future to destroy the inheritance of the Maha Temple, so as to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

Hate! Hate! Hate!

The ghost stared at Chu Qianqiu, and hatred burst out.

"Later life, you are young, and you have condensed the martial appearance of Jizo Bodhisattva."

"It must be a high-ranking disciple of the heart monk."

"Just revenge for resentment, revenge for revenge!"

The ghosts rolled in, and even after more than a hundred years, the accumulated hatred not only did not dissipate, but became more and more entrenched.

The entire Dream Eater Tapir pounced towards Chu Qianqiu.

"Son-in-law, be careful." Huang Qianhu felt that his body was out of control.

But when he saw his son-in-law, he shook his head and sighed.

"Love is hard to cross, love and hate are hard to get rid of." (Note: Chapter 70)

"Donor, please go all the way."

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