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Border town, Fangjia rice shop.

This was once a place for a loving couple to live in peace, and it had also given many rice and flour to poor people.

They spent more than twenty years in this small town in obscurity, and had their own joys and faint sadness when they missed their homesickness. Now, everything has passed.

When a person dies, nothing will be left. All love, hate, love, joy, sorrow and joy in the world have nothing to do with them.

But they have at least lived out their value and the meaning of life, and at least many people will often miss their husbands and wife in the future.

Otherwise, how could there be so many sad people in the crowd?

They may have been ashamed of their parents, but they are ashamed of their lives.

A sound of sorrow and music suddenly sounded, making the sad crowd feel even more desolate.

The Beggars' Sect actually invited a drummer. A disciple of the Beggars' Sect who seemed to have a high status whispered a few words in the ear of the white-haired old man. The white-haired old man nodded. The sixteen Beggars' Sect's disciples steadily raised their four coffins and slowly walked out of the city.

The crowd followed behind silently and slowly moved forward, no one spoke.

Are they also hurting their species, and the rabbit dies and the fox is sad?

The desolate sound of suona resounded through half of the small town, as if it also resounded through the quiet desert, and a vulture slowly hovered in the sky.

Why do people die so easily? Why are life always so fragile? Why are good people always not long-lasting?

No one can answer.

Never.

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Three graves had been piled up outside the city, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

The Beggars' Sect transported a stone tablet without words and erected it in front of the grave. The white-haired old man said, "Time is tight, and I don't have time to engrave the words, so I'll bother the little brother."

Fang Qi looked at the white-haired old man gratefully. He knew that this was the old beggar who intended to give him a chance to fulfill his wish. But at this moment, he didn't know what to say...

The white-haired old man laughed and said, "The old beggar has never read any books, so don't refuse!"

Fang Qi nodded and said, "Thank you, senior!" Then he stroked the stone tablet, pondered for a moment, stretched out his index finger, and wrote it one by one, and saw the stone chips falling one after another. The large Han Li characters were clearly shown on the monument: "Liu Gong Shaojie, Nangong Shixue, the tomb of the couple of Nangong Shixue" and wrote in the lower right corner: "Liu Qingqing, Liu Xiaohu knelt down and cried" the lower left corner said: "Senior Qixia Xuanyuan Gonghong, the younger Fang Yushu Yu Mengdie stood up."

After carving the stone tablet, Fang Qi squatted in front of the tablet with his hand, his head hanging down and speechless.

Yu Mengdie couldn't help but exclaim: "Brother Seven is really good at kung fu!"

Fang Qi whispered: "Shimei is over-reputable, can Jiugong see it?"

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Okay, okay! The little brother is both literary and martial, so handsome and elegant! The young man is terrifying!"

Fang Qi smiled bitterly and said, "The old senior has been too much. The younger generation's tricks are really ugly!"

Yu Mengdie smiled slightly and said, "Then let's worship."

The white-haired old man nodded. Fang Qi had already set a stick of incense, placed the sacrifice he brought in front of the tomb, and said softly: "Please please first, senior."

The white-haired old man slowly walked to the tomb and stood with his hands on his cane. The morning breeze raised the old man's gray hair, making people feel sad.

The old white-haired man said slowly in a deep voice: "Snow girl, the old beggar is late... You were smart and cute when you were a child. You always pestered the old beggar to tell you about the affairs of the world. When you think about it, you are still in front of you. I never thought that you were separated by the yin and yang. It is really sad for the white-haired man to send a black-haired man... Your poor father has already forgiven you. If you two can hear it... Alas! It's too late to go back now..."

The white-haired old man was talking, and Fang Qi and Yu Mengdie couldn't help but his eyes were a little wet.

The white-haired old man sighed and murmured: "I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore..."

Yu Mengdie held the white-haired old man tightly.

Fang Qi knelt down with his clothes, poured three glasses of wine into the grave, and said sadly: "Mr. Liu is not far away. I heard Fang Yushu talk a few words: "Mr. Benefactor was heroic, and he used his sword to drive the strong and help the weak! He is chivalrous and famous. The husband and wife go to the frontier, his wife is virtuous and filial, and he is happy! Be kind to the neighbors, kindness is passed down from generation to generation, and the people are grateful! My brother died, and no one dares to say that I am the only one, Mr. Liu, who is sent back thousands of miles away. Mr. Liu is so righteous that he shines for thousands of years! The Fang family has been grateful for my family affairs! Because of my family affairs, Mr. Liu is sad, Yushu is sad? The boy is sad. People and gods cry together, and heaven and earth are sad! Now the murderer is killed, and the Yuan evil has not been eliminated. The children are separated, and the brothers are missing. The hero is not far away. When Yushu takes revenge, he looks for Mr. Liu's bones and blood, and come to pay tribute!" After that, shed tears and bowed three times.

After Fang Qi finished speaking, Yu Mengdie poured three glasses of wine into the grave and said softly: "Brother Liu, Sister Nangong, don't worry, we must find Miss Qingqing and Xiaohuzi, take good care of them for you, let the brother and brother grow up, rest in peace!"

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Yu Mengdie supported the white-haired old man. This girl with a smile like a flower and a silver bell suddenly stopped laughing today. The three of them were speechless and slowly walked towards the city.

The tomb is far away.

The white-haired old man suddenly sighed softly and said slowly: "Did you see something strange?"

Fang Qi said: "No, there are many shopkeepers from various stores today, as well as shopkeepers from Yuelai Inn and Hongbin Building. They should have had business dealings in the past."

The white-haired old man nodded and said, "The couple is here for more than 20 years. The shopkeepers of various stores come to deliver them, which can also be explained."

Fang Qi frowned and said, "It's only a little strange."

The white-haired old man said, "Oh?"

Fang Qi pondered: "Before the funeral was held today, I saw a familiar figure flashing by and suddenly disappeared. I just couldn't think of where I had seen it."

The white-haired old man nodded, pondering and silent.

The two suddenly exclaimed at the same time: "Not good!" Fang Qi turned around, and the man was already flying towards the cemetery just now like an arrow leaving the string.

Yu Mengdie also turned around and pointed to the ground, like a butterfly flying among flowers, with a wonderful posture, chasing Fang Qi and leaving.

The white-haired old man watched the two of them fly away and murmured with a smile: "The young people nowadays are really stronger than we were back then." He walked slowly towards the cemetery with his cane.

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Fang Qi flew over a sand dune, and saw two thin figures kneeling in front of the new grave from afar. Not far from the grave, two men in black quickly approached the grave. Fang Qi shouted in secret, and his feet were lightning. The man rushed forward like a huge goshawk, and his arms spread out, gliding forward like lightning.

When the two men in black heard the sound of the wind, they suddenly saw Fang Qi falling from the sky. They were shocked and suddenly drew their swords to slash at the two kneeling in front of the grave close to the close.

Two sharp sword lights flashed and had already struck the tops of the two people in front of the grave.

Fang Qi was more than ten feet away from the tomb. He was in the air. He suddenly drew his sword with his right hand and threw it out with both hands at the same time. The knife and sheath were sounding to break through the air. The casting was more urgent than lightning, and he hit the two men in black.

Seeing that the two men in black had already slashed the heads of the two men less than a foot above their heads, Fang Qi's sword had arrived first, and suddenly pierced through the chest of a man in black. The scabbard hit another man in black like lightning. The two men in black shouted at the same time, and were penetrated by Fang Qi's remaining strength and threw blood to the ground.

Fang Qi gently fell to the grave. The two people kneeling in front of the grave turned around in surprise. It was a 17 or 18-year-old girl and a 5 or 6-year-old boy, looking at Fang Qi and the man in black with two pairs of fearful eyes.

Fang Qiqing breathed a sigh of relief and smiled and said, "You are Liu... Fang Qingqing and Xiao Huzi?"

The little boy suddenly stood up, stretched out his arms to block the girl, and shouted: "I am Xiaohuzi, what do you want?"

Fang Qi smiled.

The girl stood up, grabbed the little boy's stubborn arm, hid him behind him, and sternly said, "Who are you?"

Fang Qi suddenly felt his eyes a little wet again.

A burst of laughter came like a silver bell, and Yu Mengdie gently fell beside Fang Qi, looking at the two children with a smile.

With a smile as a flower, Yu Mengdie said gently: "Are you Qingqing and Xiaohuzi?"

The girl and the little boy stood blankly with two pairs of frightened eyes, not knowing how to answer.

A burst of hearty laughter came, as if it was just in my ears. Fang Qi and Yu Mengdie turned around and saw the white-haired old man leaning on a bamboo stick, just like a god riding the wind. He was obviously walking very slowly, as if he was still twenty or thirty feet away, but suddenly he had arrived in front of him.

Fang Qi couldn't help but secretly admired in his heart. He was indeed a strange hero who seemed to have entered the realm of transformation.

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, we are all friends of your parents. This Brother Fang Qi is the seventh brother of the man who was sent back by your father. Are you Qingqing and Xiaohuzi?"

The little girl and the little boy looked at the smiling white-haired old man, no longer as scared as before, but they still hesitated and dared not answer.

Yu Mengdie walked over, gently held the girl's hand, and said gently: "Don't be afraid, I am Yu Mengdie from Taihu Mingyue Villa. This old man has a great relationship with your family."
Chapter completed!