"Absolutely impossible! Xibohou said that my son is a person with a long life. He has a lifespan of eighty-two and is granted the title of Zhengshen! He is a son of fate who obeys the destiny. How could he die young?" Shi Niang retorted categorically after hearing this.

There was an unquestionable determination in his eyes, and the hoarse struggle deep in his eyes made people tremble in their hearts.

The sword behind him buzzed, and the sharp energy split the void. Lan Caihe couldn't help but his eyelids twitched, and he took a step forward and retreated:

"Don't be excited, come with me! You can tell at a glance whether he is your son or not. However, whether he is your son or not, then Ning Guta, you have to come with me."

"Let's go!" Shiniang just said firmly.

The two stepped forward and walked straight through the alleys until they came to a vermilion door.

Inside the courtyard wall, a row of big trees soared into the sky, blocking the hustle and bustle outside with their lush branches. In the alley, the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard slowly, just like the flowing water from the mountains, which made people feel refreshed.

"Is this right here?" Shiniang looked at Lan Caihe.

"Call the door," Lan Caihe said.

After hearing this, Shi Niang stepped forward and raised her wrist to strike, but her movement suddenly stopped, her body began to tremble slightly, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"He should be living a good life and has not suffered much!" Shiniang couldn't help but say.

Lan Caihe didn't reply, just shook his head: "You'll know as soon as you come in."

After hearing the words, Shi Niang lowered her hanging wrist and turned to look at Lan Caihe with a worried expression: "Taoist Priest, do you think he will hate me?"

"I don't know! I only know that the life before he was ten years old seemed not to be easy!" Lan Caihe sighed.

When Shi Niang heard this, her tears fell again.

Looking at Shiniang who was standing hesitantly in front of the gate, Lan Caihe stepped forward and suddenly slapped down the gate with a palm, causing countless dust to fall on the gate:

'boom'

'boom'

'boom'

"Yu Qi, come out quickly! I'm here again, old Taoist priest!" Lan Caihe's voice had a strange penetrating power. Although the voice was not loud, it penetrated the entire courtyard.

The sound of silk and bamboo stopped, and Yu Qi in the courtyard put down his recorder and couldn't help but cursed: "It's really ruining the scenery."

Now that he had nothing to do, he got a jade flute to cultivate his sentiments.

Unfortunately, the song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" was interrupted before the song could be finished.

"Go and open the door," Yu Qi said to the servant standing in the corner.

After hearing this, the servant withdrew, came to the gate, and opened the vermilion door: "Taoist Priest, my master invites you to come in."

"Let's go" Lan Caihe glanced at Shi Niang and took the lead to walk into the gate.

Shiniang Mumu followed behind blankly. The threshold under her feet was too high, and she couldn't help but stumble, and then almost fell to the ground.

Thanks to the peerless swordsman, his body was as light as a swallow in an instant, so he didn't fall to the ground.

"You, you are actually scared when things happen! I miss you, the mighty Deputy Commander-in-Chief of Wu Sheng Pass, even with thousands of troops and horses, they never even frowned. Why did you stumble over this small threshold!" Lan Caihe couldn't help but think.

He turned around and shook his head.

Shiniang raised her head when she heard this and said worriedly: "Do you think he will hate me?"

"I'm afraid he doesn't hate you," Lan Caihe said, and then continued walking towards the courtyard.

Yu Qi was sitting under the tree playing the recorder, holding a dagger in his hand and gently tracing it on the jade.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a plain-looking Lan Caihe slowly walked in, leading a woman with tears on her face.

The woman's clothes were ordinary, just ordinary coarse linen. Her delicate face was full of sorrow, sorrow, and the color of endless pain, and the anxiety of struggling.

"What's going on?" Yu Qi looked at the woman and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Lan Caihe, could it be that you made someone pregnant but didn't want to take responsibility? And then they relied on you?" Yu Qi joked.

Looking at the delicate face of the woman, one knew that the woman was a pampered person, not an ordinary person.

The woman's pair of extremely complicated eyes were staring straight at him. She had a thousand words to say, but she couldn't stop talking. He really couldn't imagine how human eyes could express so many emotions.

For some reason, Yu Qi's whole body suddenly felt numb and hairy, and he wanted to run away immediately.

In an instant, in the flash of lightning, the forgotten memory emerged in his mind.

Yu Qi couldn't help but be stunned. Looking at the woman's face, the memory that had been buried in the corner began to slowly revive again.

He has been a human being for two lifetimes and possesses the wisdom of the past. In addition, the light from the Ziwei star cuts his hair. He will be able to walk in his next life and speak in ten days.

When he was in the womb, he knew the outside world and knew that it was a world full of grandeur and grandeur.

He originally thought that he would show his talent early, be cultivated early, and come into contact with the magnificent world early, but...

The dust-laden memories are constantly reviving, turning into stormy waves in an instant, sweeping through his mind.

Yu Qi held Yu Xiao in his palm, then lowered his head calmly, stroking the unfinished dragon-shaped pattern, and a wave of fluctuation flashed across his eyes.

In the past ten years, he was full of hatred. In this difficult world, he kept struggling and struggling to survive in troubled times. Every day, he watched the people around him gradually die.

However, he was proud of himself, and even if he would rather hang himself on a branch in the southeast, he would never return to the home that left him completely devastated.

"You little brat, do you know how to speak?" Lan Caihe immediately straightened his face when he heard this, and said with a donkey face: "Boy, if you don't keep your words now, you will regret it one day in the future."

Then, the atmosphere in the small courtyard fell into silence. Yu Qi lowered his head and continued to carve jade Xiao with his dagger, ignoring Lan Caihe and Shiniang.

"Brother, do you have seven Beidou-shaped moles on your wrist?" Shiniang's voice was choked with sobs, her body was trembling slightly, and she stared at him with her eyes.

Hearing this, Yu Qi raised her head and looked at the lady, her eyes still as loving as they were seventeen years ago, but...

He is no longer the Yu Qi he was back then!

Now that the hard days have passed, everything no longer matters.

"I wonder who this lady is?" Yu Qi looked at the woman calmly, his eyes full of calm.

"This is the deputy commander-in-chief of Wushengguan and the first lady of Wushengguan: Shi Niang!" Lan Caihe introduced.

"The poor family is humble, but the lady's arrival has made the small courtyard shine!" Yu Qi said lightly: "Serve tea."

Looking at that familiar face, Shiniang's eyes were full of joy. She was so familiar with this face, and she vaguely seemed to see herself in that face.

He is his own son!

There will never be two people so similar in the world.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Do you have seven moles on your wrist?" Shiniang stared at him with her eyes.

"That wrist?" Yu Qi looked at Shiniang quietly.

"Left Hand" Shiniang stared at him with her eyes.

Hearing this, Yu Qi slowly stretched out her palms and rolled up her sleeves. There was a flash of divine light in her eyes. Her arms were as crystal clear as jade, without any flaws or black spots.

Shiniang stared at the empty arm with her eyes, and then looked at the familiar face. This face was so familiar to her!

Sixty percent similar to her.

"Impossible, how could it not be?" Shi Niang felt as if she was struck by lightning, looking at the delicate and white skin in disbelief, suddenly took a step forward, grabbed the arm, stared at it with a pair of eyes, and kept murmuring:

"Impossible! Impossible! How could it not be? How could it not be?"

"Am I remembering it wrong?" Shi Niang let go of Yu Qi's arm, then suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed his right hand, and lifted his sleeve.

It is still as crystal clear and as white as jade without any flaws.

"Impossible! Impossible!" Shi Niang felt as if she was struck by lightning, her body went limp and she sat on the ground, her eyes filled with confusion.

"How could it not be? How could it not be?" The voice was full of disbelief, and the whole person felt sluggish, as if he had suffered a heavy blow.

"Why are you so rude, madam?" Yu Qi slowly retracted his arms and lowered his sleeves: "Lan Caihe, you are a bit too much. Why are you bringing everyone into my house?"

Lan Caihe did not respond to Yu Qi's words, but looked at the scene with a surprised expression, as if he had encountered some difficult problem, frowning in thought.

"You must have been reborn!" Lan Caihe's eyes were like lightning, staring at Yu Qi.

Reborn!

As soon as these four words came out, Shi Niang suddenly raised her head and looked at Yu Qi as if she had been struck by lightning.

Yu Qi kept silent after hearing this, her lips tightly closed.

Reborn and forty-eight teeth cannot deceive anyone.

"Why don't you speak?" Lan Caihe stared at Yu Qi with his eyes.

"Absurd!" Yu Qi turned around, suddenly fluttered his sleeves, and turned to leave as soon as he stepped forward: "You are crazy and crazy. If you are not welcome in our Tao family in the future, you should just go back and forth wherever you come from."

"Why don't you speak?" Lan Caihe took a step forward, blocked Yu Qi's body, and stared at Yu Qi's eyes.

Yu Qi looked at Lan Caihe quietly, and the atmosphere in the venue fell into stagnation. After a long time, Yu Qi slowly opened his mouth, revealing his fine, white, and neat teeth: "What if he is reborn?"

"Such a high level of martial arts qualifications. I've been to the Great Shang Dynasty many times. When I see the divine warriors, I can say more or less. I can still find a lot of soldiers from various places in Kyushu. But those who have been reborn, marrow-cleansed, and hair-cut can only be found there.

To the Three Dukes, the Emperor, and the Four Martial Kings!" Lan Caihe's eyes were full of solemnity.

But how old are the four great martial kings?

How old is the boy in front of you?

Reborn, you can live 200 years and regain your youth.

"Wash the marrow and cut the hair? It is indeed the marrow and cut the hair!" Shiniang suddenly got up from the ground and rushed over: "You are my son! You are my son!"
Chapter completed!