The blacksmith Zhao and his wife were blushing and were preparing meals. Zhao Hu and his wife stood in front of Fang Chen and whispered about their experiences outside over the years.
The couple's children have gone from being unfamiliar at the beginning to being a habit later, and now they are running around outside the yard and having fun.
"Have you joined the gang... Why haven't you returned from letters for many years?"
Fang Chen said softly.
Zhao Hu showed a bitter smile on his face. Seeing that his master's temples were now white, his nose couldn't help but feel a little sore, and he whispered:
"There are too many enemies, and I am afraid that the letters will be sent back to attract enemies."
Fang Chen nodded, with a smile on his face: "It's quite cautious, but when you hear your voice, you seem to have suffered internal injuries?"
He heard that Zhao Hu's breath was a little uncomfortable.
"It shouldn't be in trouble."
Zhao Hu whispered.
His wife looked worried and wanted to say something, and she seemed to want to say something and was pressed back by Zhao Hu with her eyes.
"I've had a meal."
Zhao Hu's mother greeted her warmly.
There are no rules for small families. Everyone eats on a round table, but the table with two small dolls looks a little smaller.
Fang Chen picked up his rice bowl and squatted in front of the door, eating bitelessly. Seeing this, Zhao Blacksmith and his son also squatted with Fang Chen with his rice bowl.
Zhao Hu's wife was a little at a loss, but Zhao Hu's mother smiled and said:
"They have always been like this, and you will get used to it in the future. Don't worry about them. Let's eat ours and give you this chicken leg."
"Yeah, thank you mom."
Zhao Hu's wife nodded slightly.
Zhao Hu's mother picked up some meat and vegetables for the brother and sister, and the two children were very polite:
"Thank you grandma."
Zhao Hu's mother narrowed her eyes into crescent moon and nodded repeatedly. Although Zhao Hu had not come back for many years, this time she not only brought back her wife but also her grandchildren, which was really a happy event.
"Master, is the old man gone?"
Zhao Hu suddenly looked at the somewhat cold yard.
"I've been away for eight years."
Fang Chen nodded slightly.
"The old man has reached his age, and it is normal for birth, old age, sickness and death."
Zhao Blacksmith said with a smile.
Zhao Hu's eyes were a little declining: "If only he could survive........."
"What did you say?"
Blacksmith Zhao seemed to have not heard clearly.
Zhao Hu shook his head quickly, then suddenly turned red and began to cough violently. As he coughed, he vomited blood into the bowl.
When Zhao Blacksmith saw this scene, his face turned pale, and Fang Chen whispered:
"Go and grab some medicine to treat internal injuries."
"good!"
Blacksmith Zhao put down the bowls and chopsticks and stood up and left.
Zhao Hu's mother and wife came forward to support him and sat down on the chair.
"Dad, are you okay?"
Both children's eyes were filled with worry.
Although they are not old, they know a lot.
"It's okay."
Zhao Hu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, squeezed a strong smile on his face, and then suddenly looked at Fang Chen and knelt on the ground with a thud:
"Master, please accept Shi'er and Yu'er."
"Get up, if they are willing to practice martial arts, I will teach them."
Fang Chen sighed softly.
Zhao Hu's mother suddenly whispered: "What's the best thing about practicing martial arts? Hu'er, you have been away from home for so many years without any news. When you come back, you still have injuries. How can you let Shi'er and Yu'er practice martial arts...
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Zhao Hu smiled bitterly: "Mom, after entering this path, you can't help it. If they don't know martial arts, they will be more dangerous in the future..."
Fang Chen knew that Zhao Hu offended this time so much that he was so desperate that Zhao Shi and Zhao Yu could also practice martial arts under his disciples.
Zhao Blacksmith quickly grabbed a few pieces of injury medicine, and Zhao Hu's face suddenly improved after taking it.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
But a month later, Fang Chen had just gotten up early to practice morning and heard the crying sounds coming from the Blacksmith Zhao.
Countless neighbors gathered around the Zhao family not far away, pointing fingers. Those who once said that they hoped that their son would also practice martial arts and go on a stroll, but now they warned their nephew that they were fortunately not allowed to practice martial arts.
Otherwise, if you offend a big shot, you will end up like Zhao Hu.
"Everyone, Hu'er will be in funeral in seven days. In the past few days, I would like to come to drink a glass of water and wine to deliver Hu'er together."
Blacksmith Zhao walked out in dismay, clasped his fists and bowed to everyone.
Everyone comforted each other, saying that they would definitely send Zhao Hu to him.
"Brother Zhao, I'm sorry, no matter what... Hu'er can be considered to be the last time you and your wife can't hold on, how can they live orphans and widows?"
Fang Chen slowly came to Zhao Blacksmith and patted his shoulder gently.
Blacksmith Zhao looked at his grandchildren not far away, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light called hope in his eyes.
Seven days later, a large group of people followed the funeral team to send Zhao Hu on his last journey.
Just as I passed the busiest street in Ishikawa Prefecture, a group of people wearing black clothes came from the opposite side.
The weapons on these people are very conspicuous, with steady steps, and a trace of evil spirit is revealed between their eyebrows.
The two teams met on the street like this.
The leader's eyes suddenly fell on Zhao Hu's widow, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"I recognize you."
Everyone was stunned.
Blacksmith Zhao slowly stepped forward and said in confusion: "Your Excellency is..."
The other party ignored him, but looked at the coffin and smiled lightly, "Is it Zhao Hu lying inside? Is it amazing that I can still hold back here if I hit my heart-destroying palm."
Everyone took a breath of air in their hearts. The funeral team was an ordinary person. When they heard the other party say this, they immediately realized that it was Zhao Hu's enemy who came to him!
In the teahouse in the distance, Bu Qingchen was drinking tea with his wife and children. Bu Qingyu has now been married, and the child is five or six years old. She is sitting opposite Bu Qingchen with her husband.
They had seen the noise outside early, and Zhao Blacksmith also wrote a letter to them that they hoped they would send Zhao Hu together, but Bu Qingchen shirked his responsibility and refused.
Now they are big names in Ishikawa Prefecture and a celebrity in front of the official, going to send a unknown Zhao Hu? Isn’t this a mess of his generation?
"Husband, I heard that when you first came here, you lived with that group of people? They seemed to have offended the big guys."
Bu Qingchen's wife looked at the excitement outside the window and chuckled.
"Well, this group of people is extraordinary and must be of great origin. Zhao Blacksmith's son travels through the world and does not know how to advance or retreat. It is no wonder that he will die young if he offends such a person."
Bu Qingchen nodded.
"Brother, Brother Ji is also in the team."
Bu Qingyu suddenly said.
"What else can a blind man join in the fun? Although he has some skills, he can't see anything after all. Isn't it good to stay in the yard and maintain his health?"
Bu Qingchen frowned and said.
"Brother, he has helped you train a lot of good players over the years. Have we come forward to mediate?"
Bu Qing said.
"Wait, it's not the time to come out now."
Bu Qingchen's mouth raised slightly, "No matter what the origin of these people are, since they come to Ishikawa Prefecture, they have to lie down even if they are tigers."
On the other side, when Zhao Blacksmith heard the other party's words, his eyes suddenly turned bloody and he rushed towards the other party without hesitation.
Bang!
The other party kicked Zhao Blacksmith away with just a slight kick, almost smashing over the coffin.
When the funeral team saw this posture, they immediately dispersed, leaving only a few figures.
"grandfather!"
Zhao Shi and Zhao Yu saw that Zhao blacksmith was kicked to the ground and rushed up.
"The head, the roots must be eradicated after cutting the weeds."
A man in black whispered.
The leader nodded, his eyes fell on the two little bodies, his mouth slightly raised, and he walked towards them step by step.
Fang Chen slowly walked to Zhao's side, touched his pulse, and signaled the two little girls to retreat aside, and then told Zhao's wife:
"Sister-in-law, go back later and make a pair of injured medicine for Brother Zhao."
Zhao Blacksmith's wife then came to her senses from her horror, nodded quickly, and at the same time she brought the two little ones into her arms.
After seeing Fang Chen, the leader glanced at the wooden stick in his hand and suddenly smiled:
"I heard that Zhao Hu's master is a blind man, so it's not you, right?"