Hua Lingyu's actions were like two people, which made her unbelievable, it turned out that she was filled with stomach by floods, qi obstruction, lack of oxygen, and brain nerve damage and lost her memory. She remembered the past, and was finally able to tell the story clearly. Seeing Hua Lingyu, who was very excited, Langjun in white comforted and said: "Senior Hua, you are so excited, you can't solve the problem, only by knowing the facts can you understand the situation at that time." Therefore, please tell us what you know to help resolve the misunderstanding. ”

Hua Lingyu was so excited that she couldn't listen to any words at all, and said hatefully: "Misunderstanding? This is the case, why do you need to say more? Witness with your own eyes, how aggressive they are, chasing after each other, otherwise, how can my husband kill himself? It's all them, all the smiling Qianqian gentlemen, but they are sanctimonious, with an ugly face, what they say is good, and it is really disgusting to do things." ”

Everyone knew that they were wrong, so they endured it.

These words are extremely unpleasant, and they can be as harsh as they are. It seems that Senior Hua has this matter vividly in his mind and holds a grudge.

It was difficult to resolve the resentment in her heart for a while.

The white-clothed Langjun wanted to be comforted, but looking at the emotions of Hua's predecessors, it was in vain.

Hua Lingyu's words are enough to prove that she is her mother. Xiaohaha couldn't help but run over, pushed Wang Xiuhong away, helped Hua Lingyu up and said, "Mother, you have worked hard." ”

Hua Lingyu touched her head and cried with a smile, and said, "Child, it's my mother who is not good and makes you suffer." ”

The mother hugged her head and cried, saying that God has eyes, and the mother and son are reunited.

Hua Lingyu said: "At that time, you were born less than six months ago, and a torrential rain fell from the sky, destroying the grass house, and it was a flood, which swept away our mother and son. Fortunately, I carried the barrel and put you in it, and I, poked by a branch, fainted, and you did not know where to go. By the way, how did you survive that catastrophe and come out of harm's way? ”

"I was saved by a man, but he didn't say where he picked me up. He was a beggar who begged for food and raised me. I regarded him as my father-in-law, and when he was dying, he handed me a silver bell to go to Shaolin Temple, saying that there was something I wanted to know there. ”

Hua Lingyu took the silver bell from Xiao Haha's hand and said, "It is the only thought your father left me, you have to keep it well." ”

"I will, mother, don't worry. ”

Hua Lingyu looked at the abbot master in confusion about the words left by her father-in-law on his deathbed, could it be that the Golden Eagle Fist Spectrum that was lost by himself is in Shaolin Temple?

The Golden Eagle Boxing Book is naturally in the Shaolin Temple, which is handed over to him by his own apprentices. Master Abbot said honestly: "Not bad. ”

"I lost this boxing book, I guess you are the one who is destined?"

"Amitabha. To tell the truth, it was brought by my apprentice to the Shaolin Temple. ”

"Really?"

"The monks don't speak. ”

"Do you remember the man you were talking about?"

"Naturally. He is twenty years old, and he is known in the world as a laugher haha. ”

"Laughing haha?" Hua Lingyu was a little surprised, it was my son. looked at him and laughed haha to listen to what he had to say.

Xiaohaha recovered his memory and said: "I went to Shaolin Temple according to my father's last words, on the way, I rested in the woods, I don't want to, there are three people chasing and killing a person, that person before he died, handed over the Golden Eagle Fist to me, I don't know how to read and then plan to go to Shaolin Temple to learn literature and then practice." Unexpectedly, the abbot asked me to go to the back mountain to chop wood, and it would take six months to chop it. ”

"Amitabha. The disciples of my Shaolin Temple are all superb in martial arts, if they are not good at basic skills, how can they practice martial arts well? ”