Uncle Qi didn't know much about Mr. before, although Mr. had never shown martial arts in front of Uncle Qi, but he had instructed Uncle Qi and benefited a lot.

And the gentleman's explanation is that he likes these, but he is too weak to practice martial arts, so it is just talk on paper.

Uncle Qi has great respect for Mr. and has never had the slightest distrust, and he will listen to what Mr. says.

However, Uncle Qi can be sure of two things: first, Mr. really doesn't know martial arts, and his health is really poor.

The second is that the gentleman did die, and it was he who cremated the body and scattered the ashes into the mountains and rivers.

Qin Xun originally had a glimmer of hope, hoping that Mr. was still alive, no matter who he was, no matter what reason he had taught him for ten years, she wanted to see him again, and listen to Mr. again.

Seeing Qin Xun bowing her head slightly, and a tear slipped from her eyes, Xiao Chenyu reached out to hold her hand and shook it hard.

Qin Xun took out his handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and returned to normal in an instant, but his eyes were still slightly red, and his speech was a little nasal.

"What does the Nine Princes want you to do?"

Uncle Qi was silent for a few breaths and said, "He asked me to go to Butterfly Valley." ”

Qin Xun's mouth opened, and she pursed her lips again, her cheeks couldn't help but tremble, and before she could speak, Xiao Chenyu opened her mouth.

He asked in surprise, "Butterfly Valley?" Is Butterfly Valley really all butterflies? ”

As soon as these words came out, the solemn atmosphere was broken, and Uncle Qi smiled and nodded.

Qin Xun also eased up from that suffocating feeling, and glared at Xiao Chenyu: "How do you remember butterflies, is paying attention to butterflies at this time?" ”

Xiao Chenyu touched his chin and said with a smile: "This butterfly valley, I remember this, I often think about how beautiful it should be when the sea of flowers and butterflies fly in the valley." ”

But the person who went was Uncle Wu Fuqi, who didn't feel much except for the shock at the beginning, but felt that butterflies flying around were annoying.

However, Uncle Qi's next words were shocking.

Uncle Qi went to Butterfly Valley, in fact, to pick up some things hidden in the cave.

And Butterfly Valley has long been empty, that is to say, the butterfly bones in Butterfly Valley have long been gone.

Qin Xun couldn't help but interrupt: "Didn't the person who killed Qiao Dazhuang in the first place mean that it was the sphenoid bone?" ”

Uncle Qi waved his hand and motioned to Qin Xun not to interrupt.

Qin Xun closed his mouth, raised his hand, and asked Uncle Qi to continue.

The sphenoid bones in the butterfly valley are gone, which does not mean that the sphenoid bones are gone.

After Uncle Qi took the things, he found the mechanism in a hidden place, and a notebook was hidden inside.

Uncle Qi took the handwritten note out of his arms, put it on the table, and said, "This is your husband's handwritten note, about his life, as well as your grandmother's short life. ”

This sudden handwriting made Qin Xun and Xiao Chenyu stunned, and they stared at the handwriting beside Uncle Qi together.

Qin Xun saw that there was only a thin copy, and frowned again: "That's it, can you finish writing the life of my husband and my grandmother?" ”

Uncle Qi turned his head to look at the notebook that was quietly placed on the table, and sighed: "No, it's just such a thin paper." ”

A person's life's suffering, joys and sorrows, can be written with just such a little pen and ink paper, but most people's lives are even more silent, water without a trace, and just disappear without a trace.

Qin Xun and Xiao Chenyu suddenly felt a feeling of weakness and sadness.

Xiao Chenyu said: "Your grandmother probably never thought that decades later, her descendants would mention her. ”

"Alas!" Qin Xun sighed, walked over with heavy steps, and respectfully kowtowed to Mr.'s handwriting, this is the life of Mr. and his grandmother, and she should be respectful.

Holding this not thick booklet with both hands, I felt that it weighed more than a thousand pounds.

turned around and sat back, but he didn't open it to look at it, but held it in his hand, looked at Uncle Qi, and continued to ask him about going to Butterfly Valley.

Uncle Qi went to the Butterfly Valley, which had long been deserted, and then took a box locked with a mechanism and came back and handed it to the Nine Princes, as for this notebook, he did not tell the Nine Princes.

As for what was in the box, Uncle Qi didn't know at all.

"Did he threaten you?" Qin Xun was more concerned about the thoughts of the Nine Princes, and he was afraid that he would have bad thoughts about Uncle Qi.

"No, just tell me to be good to your mother, and don't let her have the slightest grievance and dissatisfaction, otherwise"

Qin Xun understood this, otherwise he wouldn't ask later.

I think that at the beginning, the Nine Princes couldn't even look down on Xiao Chenyu, of course, it was Qin Xun who insisted on being tougher later, which dispelled the old man's plan to let Qin Xun reconcile.

Of course, now he probably likes Xiao Chenyu more, and compared to Qin Xun, Xiao Chenyu is more useful.

It's just that he didn't expect that for Uncle Qi's son-in-law, he would have used it a long time ago.

Qin Xun looked at Xiao Chenyu and saw the same fear in his eyes, they all thought of one thing: I don't know how long they have been targeted by the Nine Princes?

Maybe it was because after seeing Qin Xun that time, the Nine Princes immediately sent someone to inquire about the news of Qin Xun's family, and the plan for their family had already been in place.

Qin Xun was angry, but he couldn't vent it, who called the situation stronger than people, and he had no power or power.

Uncle Qi didn't know much, so he sat for a while and left, and Qin Xun and Xiao Chenyu sent them out of the house before coming back.

Qin Xun picked up the notebook and was about to look through it, Xiao Chenyu hurriedly came over and sat on the side to probe over.

Qin Xun poked his forehead with his fingertips: "What are you making a fuss about?" How can a big man like to snoop on other people's privacy so much? ”

Xiao Chenyu held Qin Xun's hand with his hand, and said with a smile: "Your grandmother is my grandmother, and your husband is also my husband, I care about them, how can it be said that it is someone else's privacy?" ”

Seeing that Qin Xun was speechless and glared at him, he hurriedly licked his face and explained again: "Besides, there are sphenoid bones involved in it, I don't have to take a good look, in case there are some important clues, I still know better." ”

Qin Xun didn't say much, opened the notebook, like opening a dusty piece of history, for Qin Xun and Xiao Chenyu, this is the handwriting on the paper, it is a distant memory, but for the people inside, it is a vivid life.

Mr. and Dieji have been in this valley full of birds and flowers for as long as they can remember, and there are many children in the valley, but none of them are big. From time to time, some small babies or children as young as one or two years old, both men and women, are also delivered.

Older children are responsible for taking care of the younger ones, but of course the babies are taken care of by special people.

When they were children, they chased pheasants and hares, picked flowers and chased butterflies, and they were so unhappy.

It wasn't until they were six years old that they would go to live in the back mountains, where they began a brutal and bloody training, followed by elimination, and the children who played together died one by one at their own hands, and Mr. and Diehime's hearts began to become numb day by day.

Life is no longer important, killing is eternal.

In a group of people, only one man and one woman will be left in the end, and in their batch, the man is naturally Mr., and the woman is Dieji.