"Uncle Qin!"

Hearing a voice behind him, Qin Xuan and the others turned around and followed the sound, and suddenly, seeing the person behind him clearly, Qin Xuan called out in surprise.

I saw a burly middle-aged man standing behind him, the middle-aged man, although he was tall, his face was clear-eyed, and he looked quite handsome and martial!

It was Qin Xuan who fell into the lake and was rescued by Bing Qingyu, and the two stayed together in Sanssouci Village, the master of the hut, Uncle Qin!

"Hahaha, young man, when I saw your back, I guessed that it must be you, and I really guessed it!" Uncle Qin was dressed in cloth clothes, carrying a few big fish in his hands, looked at Qin Xuan with a smile, and said in a rough voice.

"Uncle Qin, why are you here?" Qin Xuan was very happy to see his acquaintance, when he was recuperating at Uncle Qin's house that day, he was carefully taken care of by Uncle Qin, and he and Uncle Qin felt very cordial, so he asked with a smile.

"Hehe, no, it's almost Chinese New Year's Eve, uncle, I'll go around Jincheng and visit my old friends by the way!"

"Old friend?" Hearing this, Qin Xuan asked suspiciously.

"Yes, it's almost Chinese New Year's Eve, my old friends have come to Jincheng to do business, want to earn more silver, go back to the village for a good year! Just in front, you all know, go, I'll take you to see!" Nodding, Uncle Qin stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, and said enthusiastically.

With that, he walked forward with Qin Xuan and the others.

In less than a moment, the crowd turned two streets and came to a lively market.

"Uncle Han!" Uncle Qin took Qin Xuan to the stall in the corner, and looked at the pork stall in front of him, the fat old man was picking up a knife in his hand, chopping a large piece of pork, Qin Xuan called out happily.

"Yo! It's you, young man, the injuries on your body are healed, why did you come to Jincheng?" Hearing Qin Xuan's call, the fat old man put down the big knife in his hand, walked out from behind the stall with a big belly, looked at Qin Xuan happily, and said with a big grin.

This obese old man is Han Bo, who sells pork on the small street of Sanssouci Village.

"Hehe, I haven't seen Uncle Han for a long time, how is your health lately?" hugged his fists, the corners of Qin Xuan's mouth raised lightly, and he said hello with a wicked smile.

"Hahaha, my body is naturally good, you see, my knife is very dexterous and agile!" nodded with a smile, Han Bo danced the big knife in his hand and replied proudly.

Hearing this, Qin Xuan smiled slightly, glanced lightly, and found that not far from him, there was another acquaintance.

So he politely said hello to Han Bo and walked to the vegetable stall not far away.

I saw that in the vegetable stall, a tall old man dressed in gray was lying on the ground and sleeping, Qin Xuan laughed naughtily, picked up the cabbage on the stall and threw it over.

"Who is it? Who is it!" the cabbage gently hit the old man in gray, and the old man in gray quickly woke up from his sleep and exclaimed.

"Nobody!It's me, Uncle Li!" Qin Xuan shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.

"It's you kid! I haven't seen you for a long time, why did you come to Jincheng to wander around?" Rubbing his eyes, the gray-clothed old man stretched his waist and asked with sleepy eyes.

"Uncle Li, the young man came to Jincheng to do a big thing, why are you asking so much, how much silver taels have you earned today?" Hearing this, without waiting for Qin Xuan to answer, Uncle Qin smiled roughly, glanced at Uncle Li, and said with a smile.

"I've slept for half a day, and I don't know if anyone buys groceries!" replied angrily, yawning.

"Hehe, I really didn't expect to meet you in Jincheng, I'm really happy... Why don't you let me be the boss today, and entertain you well?First, to repay Uncle Qin's life-saving grace, and second, let's reminisce about the old days..."Very happy in his heart, Qin Xuan thought about it and said loudly.

"You're welcome, Uncle Han and Uncle Li still have to set up stalls to make money, Uncle I also have to buy some things, do something to the East, just do it! Besides, you don't have to thank me for this life-saving grace, you should thank the ice girl, thanks to the ice girl, otherwise your life would have been gone..."Shaking his head, he looked at the Bing Qingyu behind Qin Xuan, and Uncle Qin replied with a smile.

"Uncle Qin, I haven't seen you for a long time..."Behind Qin Xuan, hearing what Uncle Qin said, Bing Qingyu nodded and said softly.

"Bing girl, you are getting more and more beautiful!" looked at Bing Qingyu with a smile, Uncle Qin waved his hand and praised in a rough voice.

"Uncle Qin, you're laughing..."Hearing this, Bing Qingyu smiled slightly.

Subsequently, Qin Xuan happily introduced to Guan Jianyun and the others, and then recounted what happened in Sanssouci Village after he was injured by Jiang Qingming and fell into the lake.

"Okay, young man, uncle, I'm going to buy some things, if I have time, I'll go back to the village to see uncle, uncle, I'll accompany you to have a few more drinks!" After talking for a long time, Uncle Qin finally patted Qin Xuan's shoulder and said goodbye in a rough voice.

"Yes, young man, come back and see us when you have time..."Not far away, hearing the conversation between the two, Han Bo waved the big knife in his hand and said aloud.

"Well, I'll definitely go back to see you when I'm free...", nodding, Qin Xuan replied reluctantly in his heart.

"Uncle Qin, Uncle Han, Uncle Li, farewell...", his hands clenched his fists, and Qin Xuan turned around and left with everyone.

Looking at Qin Xuan's figure quietly and disappearing into the crowd, Uncle Qin's smile suddenly retracted, and his face became serious.

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At the same time, there is a bamboo forest at the foot of Mt. Shomuro.

"Ahem, cough, ahem..."Walking in the depths of the bamboo forest, Master Huiku turned the Buddha beads in his hand and kept coughing softly.

"Master, are you okay?" Ding Xiaoyao put his hands behind his back, looked at Master Huiku with concern, and asked out loud.

"I'm fine... It's just, I'm a little tired..."Shaking his head, his wrinkled face smiled slightly, Master Huiku said in a loud voice.

"Master, or... Let's rest for a while..."Hearing this, Ding Xiaoyao frowned slightly, sighed lightly, and said with concern.

Tired? The realm of a Grandmaster with deep internal strength would actually be tired? Master Huiku's body has become weaker and weaker, he is already old, and in order to save Qin Xuan, he has exhausted the true qi in his body, and now his body is decaying.

"No, I want to see Su Xin..."Shaking his head, Master Huiku smiled, looked at the small bamboo house in the distance, and said with a wistful expression.

"Okay, let's go..."Stretching out his hand to support Master Huiku, Ding Xiaoyao nodded sadly and said.

After walking for a long time, the two finally came to the small bamboo house.

In the garden enclosed by wooden fences, a small bamboo house sits in front of it, and there is a stone table in the garden, on which there is a ceramic tea set, and all around are colorful flowers, which are extremely beautiful.

There is a towering tree in the garden, with a trunk as thick as a man's waist, and a tombstone under the tree.

"Su Xin..."The old man looked at the tombstone under the big tree not far away, his eyes were slightly red, and Master Huiku muttered, taking steps, step by step.

"Suxin... I've come to see you..."Walking to the tombstone, his wrinkled hand caressing the tombstone, Master Huiku burst into tears and choked up.

Behind the "Master ......", seeing Master Huiku's tears, Ding Xiaoyao put his hands behind his back and sighed lightly.

At this moment, in front of Ding Xiaoyao is not a generation of grandmaster wisdom and bitter monks, but a lonely old man who is sad and crying.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound, and the bamboo door of the small bamboo house not far away slowly opened.

An old man dressed in black, with two long white eyebrows dancing in the wind, walked out with a fairy-like style.

"Brother Ding, you're back..."Seeing Ding Xiaoyao in the garden, with his hands on his back, the old man in black smiled and said hello.

Then seeing the back of Master Huiku in front of him, the old man in black became dull and stunned.

"Brother Mo..."Hearing the call of the old man in black, Ding Xiaoyao nodded and said hello.

This black-clothed old man is none other than Mo Wentian, who is living in seclusion in a small bamboo house! One of the three great grandmasters, the former leader of the Holy Sect, the ghost hand Mo Wentian!

Under the big tree in front of him, Master Huiku heard what Ding Xiaoyao said, and his hand stroking the tombstone shook, and his body trembled slightly.

"Dad..."woke up from the trance, his eyes gradually became wet, and suddenly he burst into tears, Mo Wentian looked at the back of Master Huiku, and called out in a hoarse voice.

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