"Grandpa Liu has long since died. He died to save me. Shangguan Feixue said in a low voice.

"What did you say? Liu Tianba died? How did he die?" Hua Wuliu still looked disdainful of talking about the old monster before, but when she heard the news of the old monster's death, the nerves in the corners of her eyes quickly twitched, and the appearance made people feel very terrifying.

Hua Wuliu's abnormal behavior surprised Dehua Piaopiao, Shangguan Feixue and others.

"What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?" Hua Piaopiao asked Hua Wuliu with concern.

"No, nothing. Hua Wuliu also sensed his gaffe, and quickly took a deep breath and smiled at Hua Piaopiao.

"Ugly boy, did you just say that Liu Tianba died, is it true?" Hua Wuliu stared at Shangguan Feixue and asked coldly.

"Yes. A year ago, in Linjiang Road, Grandpa Liu was killed by a wicked woman in order to save me. Shangguan Fei said hatefully.

"It's dead, it's really dead!" Hua Wuliu muttered, and walked straight forward with a blank look.

Hua Piaopiao shouted a few times in the back, but Hua Wuliu didn't respond as if she hadn't heard it at all, and continued walking.

Hua Piaopiao didn't have the heart to pay attention to Guan Feixue anymore, and walked a few steps in a hurry to chase Hua Wuliu.

"That old man Liu can't be the old lover of the old servant next to our helper's wife, right? After Hua Wuliu and Hua Piaopiao left, a disciple of the Nanshan Gang whispered.

"Haven't you been living for a long time? Do you think she's just a servant of our Lord's wife?" Yang Fan glared at the person who spoke just now and scolded.

The disciple who spoke before had only joined the Nanshan Gang for a few years, and he really didn't know some things in the gang, so that person took the opportunity to smile and said to Yang Fan: "Hall Master, I really don't know the details here, just tell me!" Yang Fan looked around, and when he saw that there was no one else, he waved to everyone and said, "This old servant came to the Nanshan Gang with our gang leader wife more than thirty years ago. At that time, it was just in time for the old gang leader's wife to pass away, and our gang was still young, and no one in the gang could coax him, so he invited this Hua Wuliu over by chance. Strange to say, our helper stopped crying when he saw her. From then on, this Hua Wuliu will bring up our helper. Our helper treats her like his own mother, and he obeys his words, who dares to say that she doesn't say a word, and the consequences are more serious than saying that the helper himself. Later, the helper married Hua Wuliu's daughter, but this Aunt Hua Wuliuhua kept claiming to be the old servant of the helper's wife in order to avoid suspicion. After that, the old gang leader also passed away, and our lady with no willow flowers became the real person in the gang. That's why I said just now, you kid is too long!"

After Yang Fan finished speaking, he looked at the person who spoke before.

"Oh my god. The disciple who spoke before stuck out his tongue, "It turns out that this is not an old servant, I feel that this is a living ancestor!"

"I know this time! In the future, remember to do more things and talk less. Beware, woe comes from the mouth. Yang Fan continued to say to the man.

"Yes, the master of the hall said that the lesson is. I will definitely learn more from you in the future. The disciple who spoke before nodded and began to flatter Yang Fanlai.

Yang Fan seemed to be very useful to this disciple's set, and nodded with satisfaction.

Shangguan Feixue had no interest in their follow-up-style conversation, and had been thinking about another thing, that is, whether Hua Wuliu would be the old monster's wife, Hua Wanyan. If so, then why did she tell the story of the half-scroll of the sword in the hands of the old monster, and why did she send people to fight the old monster? If not, how can she explain his strange behavior?

The words are divided into several ends, and then the flowers are fluttering to chase the flowers without willows.

Hua Piaopiao shouted a few times, and finally caught up with Hua Wuliu in a corner.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Hua Piaopiao will only call Hua Wuliu when there are no outsiders present.

At this time, Hua Wuliu was already in tears.

"He's dead. He's dead!What should I do after so many years of wrongdoing!" Hua Wuliu cried bitterly.

"Mother, who are you talking about?, Liu Tianba?" asked Hua Piaopiao, puzzled.

"If it's not him, who else could it be?" Hua Wuliu smiled bitterly, looked at Hua Piaopiao and said, "Before, I only told you that the Liu family was our enemy, but I never told you that your father was this Liu Tianba, who was called an old monster. ”

"You said that Liu Tianba is my father? You asked me to tell Hate Tian that the half of the sword book is in my father's hands, and let them go to my father to grab it?" Hua Piaopiao couldn't understand Hua Wuliu's various behaviors for a while, and asked puzzled.

"Of course, at the beginning, your father didn't listen to me and gave up everything for such a useless broken sword book, and he didn't care about us at all. I want him to lose what he loves the most, let him also feel what it means to be distressed, and I want him to spend his whole life in pain. Hua Wuliu said this, still unable to let go of his resentment towards the old monster.

"But that's my father, if you hate naivety and hurt your father when you snatch the sword book, what will you let us do in the future?" Hua Piaopiao complained a little about Hua Wuliu, and said dissatisfiedly.

"What's the matter, I have to think about you, that half of the sword book is just a painting in the hands of that old monster, but in your hands it is different, you can synthesize the free sword technique of the Dubu martial arts, and then you can let Nanshan help Weizhen side, and even compete in the rivers and lakes!" Hua Wuliu said At this time, his eyes wrinkled, and his eyes shone brightly.

"Mother, we are so plain, the whole family is happy together, isn't it?" Hua Piaopiao didn't seem interested in competing in the rivers and lakes.

"What kind of nonsense is this, it's as useless as your father. In this world, if you don't make a sword, you are fish and meat, and you only have the share to be slaughtered. Hua Wuliu reprimanded Hua Piaopiao again.

"It's a pity, now your father is dead. I didn't make him feel the heartache, and you didn't get the half of the sword book, everything was gone. Hua Wuliu said in frustration.

It turned out that this was the real reason why Hua Wuliu heard that the old monster was dead and lost his soul just now. Maybe there are other reasons, but Hua Wuliu didn't find out about it himself.

"You, go and ask Hate Tian, whether Yang Yi and the others have gotten the half of the sword book, maybe, if there is, there is still hope for you to revitalize the Nanshan Gang. Hua Wuliu calmed down at the moment, and there was still a trace of fantasy about the half-scroll sword spectrum.