As soon as these words came out, Mu Changfeng and Zhou Nianping's bodies shook at the same time and looked at Fang Zhiqiang together.

"Haha, the old man is not shocking and will never stop talking," Fang Zhiliang's face was calm, without shock, without anger, and without pain. "We Fang Zhiliang and Fang Zhao's mother are close friends, and we are close friends, and we can't we provoke the love between brothers and feet."

Zhou Nianping was furious, "The old man is in bad faith and dares to speak soliciting words again. I will kill you with one palm."

Mu Changfeng grabbed his arm tightly, looked at him deeply, and said, "Don't be impulsive."

"Do you believe his words?" Zhou Nianping saw his thoughts clearly and was quite surprised.

The white-headed man said: "Do you think I'm provoking? I hope you will kill Fang Zhao in anger to avenge your father?"

Fang Zhiqiang said: "Is it because of your kindness that you turned my brother into this? Don't say that you did this because you despise him for killing his father."

"Hahaha," the white-headed man laughed so much that he was angry, "Fang Zhiqiang, you want the truth. I tell you in a slight way that Fang Zhao killed his father was a fact that no one could change, but he was trapped by me using a knife to kill people. I used a knife to kill people in order to revenge your grandfather."

Fang Zhiliang took out the round fan and shook it gently, with a calm and gentle look on her face, "You and my grandfather are friends who have forgotten ages. What did he do? Why are you so vicious?"

"I'm vicious?" The white-headed man showed a self-deprecating feeling. "Twenty years ago, many people suddenly said that you were missing. I believe it deeply and feel sad for your grandfather. Poor his nearly 100-year-old man, his closest relatives left one by one. Do you know that I respected him like my father and cried for him late at night, and it was him who forced me into this way."

Mu Changfeng said: "Master Tai is fair and has a heart for sentient beings. You are his friend, how could you..."

"I am determined to visit Yulong Pavilion and go to Suzhou City to choose gifts in person." Thinking back on the events of that year, the Baitou Weng felt very painful. "I carefully selected one by one, and wanted him to be happy, and sincere, but I fed all the good intentions of the wolf."

Zhou Nianping was about to curse, but the white-headed man suddenly burst into tears and said tremblingly: "I missed my love and friendship, and ended up being broken up with a family, my wife and children. I regretted and hated me, regretted that I valued friendship too much at the time, and hated myself for being blind and didn't see Xin Qingyuan's true face."

Zhou Nianping said: "You explain the matter clearly and resolve our doubts first. We cry and howl, and our patience is almost wiped out by you."

"On that day, some men in black suddenly appeared and killed several medicinal farmers who were talking about Aliang. I immediately realized that things were not simple, and turned into a swallow and followed everyone. I saw Xue Honglian, the queen of the demon clan, and learned the truth about Aliang being killed."

Zhou Nianping sneered: "You are loyal and risk your life to find out the truth."

The white-headed man heard the sarcastic meaning and said angrily: "I am of course loyal. I am willing to do anything for Xin Qingyuan. Even if my children are killed, I still remain unchanged. As a result, I end up with what kind of consequence."

Mu Changfeng faintly realized the truth, and a feeling of pity arose, blocking the white-headed man, so as not to kill Zhou Nianping in anger and heartbrokenly.

"Xue Honglian has a high level of cultivation and quickly noticed my existence, but deliberately pretended not to know, followed her all the way to the small house in the forest and killed my daughter. I took my wife and children to bleed. Do you want to know how I walked to Yulong Pavilion step by step?"

Baitou Weng was in a crazy state, "We had no silver on us, so we begged along the streets. The demon clan surrounded and blocked us, and never let go. His wife and children cried again and again, hoping that I would not meddle in other people's business. I was so stupid back then, and regarded the Xin family's affairs as my own. When Alang died, I felt like I had lost my daughter. I felt so sorry for my wife and children, who were ruthless and unrighteous."

Mu Changfeng couldn't help but feel like a knife. Zhou Nianping was infected by the sadness of the white-headed man, and he had a rare feeling of compassion.

Baitou Weng said: "My son died on the way. I was dead for a lifetime. I took my wife to Yulong Pavilion and met Xin Qingyuan. It turned out that he had known that Aliang had died tragically. He never thought about revenge from beginning to end, nor did he think about seeking justice for his granddaughter. I am so ridiculous, hahaha, it's so ridiculous."

Zhou Nianping said: "You hate my Grand Master for this, and look for opportunities to take revenge?"

The white-headed man shook his head, "My wife knelt in front of Xin Qingyuan and begged him to come forward to seek justice for my children who died in vain. The old woman is so stupid. How could a person who can even give up his granddaughter, stand up for other people's children? I went down the mountain that night and wanted to settle this hatred with my own hands. Xin Qingyuan followed closely and wanted to sack my magical cultivation. When he struggled to resist, he slapped my leg with a palm."

Mu Changfeng's face turned pale, "Is it the Grand Master who broke your leg?"

The white-headed man touched his broken leg, and his expression was filled with sadness, "If I hadn't turned into a water snake and escaped along the water road, I wouldn't have lived. After learning from the pain, a very strange change happened. I would never hate Xue Honglian anymore, I hated Xin Qingyuan. I hated crazy and hated my heart and bones. I lost my children and lost my children and my grandchildren, and I would have to bear the same heart and bones as me."

Suddenly, Fang Zhiqiang's fan fell to the ground with a "pop".

Everyone looked over and saw that her body was frozen and she didn't move. After a long time, she possessed herself and picked up the round fan and tossed and played with it.

Zhou Nianping was shocked by the truth and trembled all over and said, "So you just used a knife to kill someone, and you killed me, uncle and brother?"

"Originally, I didn't have the idea of ​​killing people with a knife. The father and son were in harmony, which gave me an opportunity to take advantage of it." The white-headed man showed a pleasure in relieving his hatred. "The person whom I couldn't find for several years was opened, God opened his eyes and sent them to me."

Zhou Nianping said: "I know how nonsense, why did they get married with their father and son?"

"That year, I settled in that abandoned manor. When I was about to set off again, the two came together and met unexpectedly. I was so happy that I pretended to be happy to meet my old friends again and asked about my well-being. Fang Shi'an didn't know the grudges between me and Xin Qingyuan, so naturally he wouldn't doubt..."

Zhou Nianping said: "The person who hides the knife in his smile is so disgusting."

The white-headed man said, "Compared with you, I am far inferior. A little brat, ask yourself, are you qualified to scold me for hiding my knife in my smile?"

Zhou Nianping snorted, with a arrogant expression, but his heart felt faint.

The white-headed man ignored him and continued: "It turns out that Fang Shi'an has found the technique of exchanging life with his life. After improvement, it will become a technique of extending life. Fang Shi'an plans to sacrifice twenty years of life with his son to extend Aliang for forty years. Fang Zhao is unwilling to fight with his father several times, and this matter has been delayed for several months."

Zhou Nianping said: "You are lying. My senior brother thinks that his senior sister is more important than life. How could he not want to? My senior brother is a gentleman, so how could he fight with his father?"

The white-headed man said: "Young man, a person's mentality is completely different when he was young and middle-aged. Fang Zhao is a genius of the world, both civil and military, and wasted nearly twenty years of time for his sister. How could he not be resentful or dissatisfied?"

"This?" Zhou Nianping was well aware of human nature and knew that what the white-headed man said was true.

It is said that there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time. When a father is lingering in bed and cannot take care of himself, a filial son will serve him hard for the first year or two years. After three or five years, he will feel dissatisfied, and after eight or nine years, he will feel resentful, and after family affection and filial piety will disappear in more than ten years.

Fang Zhao's situation is the same as the filial son in front of the bed. No matter how deep the friendship between his brothers and feet is, it will eventually be exhausted by the upset that he is unable to express his ambitions over the years.

The long years are excellent touchstones, and they ruthlessly expose the bottom line of brotherhood to everyone. They are extremely ugly and extremely real.

There are thousands of people, and no one is willing to contribute to his brothers and sisters for decades.

The only people in the world who are willing to give everything without regrets are their parents and parents, and they will be willing to sacrifice their lives even if they lose their lives.
Chapter completed!