Bai Qinghou felt dizzy, slowly paced to the window, looked at the gray sky, and suddenly sighed, as if infinitely emotional:

I just received a tip from the turmoil, saying that your precious apprentice Zhuo Bufan has now betrayed the Dijing Palace, and actually helped the eldest young master of the Feng family to deal with the Dijing Palace, and also killed a lot of masters sent by the Dijing Palace, and even the silkworm lady died in his hands.

He clearly knew that the Lei family had become a rudder of the Ogi Mirror Palace, and he knew that dealing with the Lei family was dealing with the Ogi Mirror Palace, but he actually had to help the Feng family.

Hearing this, Xiang Fang didn't seem to be surprised at all, and the corners of his mouth even showed a smile of relief, and then he asked rhetorically:

Zhuo Bufan is my apprentice, he dealt with the Lei family and betrayed the Dijing Palace, it seems to be just my problem, I should be the one who can't eat, can't sleep, and is restless, why are you restless, what does this have to do with you? What does it have to do with your precious son?

Bai Qinghou shook his head, and then, with a wry smile, said worriedly: "However, unfortunately, my precious son and your precious apprentice are both good friends of the eldest young master of the Feng family.

In a sense, a good friend's good friend is a good friend, and a good friend's business, of course, a good friend must also help.

So, my precious son had no choice but to follow your baby apprentice to deal with the people of the Ogi Mirror Palace, and besides, he seems to have killed a lot of people from the Ogi Mirror Palace, do you say this has anything to do with me?

Xiang Fang seemed to have expected him to say this, and couldn't help but smile and said, "However, I heard that your precious son didn't make a move at that time?"

Bai Qinghou sighed, as if he happened to be on his mind, and said lightly: It is precisely because he didn't make a move that it is even more of a problem.

Xiang Fang seemed to feel a little strange and didn't know what he meant, so his brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but say: Oh?

Looking at his surprised expression, Bai Qinghou suddenly smiled, as if he felt that it was really not easy to surprise Xiang Fang.

He sighed, as if surprised, and said proudly: Do you know, now, who is my precious son with?

Xiang Fang smiled and said lightly: Asking for life in Tsing Yi, right?

Hearing this, Bai Qinghou was taken aback, as if he felt that the person in front of him was really as divine as the legend, and said in a deep voice: What?

Xiang Fang just smiled and didn't answer.

Bai Qinghou couldn't help but sigh again.

If you count on the sidelines, you may find that this is the seventeenth time he has sighed.

Bai Qinghou licked his thick lips and said worriedly: I know, a few days ago, Suo Ming Tsing Yi killed the people of your Dijing Palace, so the people of your Dijing Palace are also killing him now, and my precious son is now mixed with Suo Ming Tsing Yi, do you think this is a big problem?

Xiang Fang waved his hand at him, not at all thinking that it was incredible.

He just smiled and said lightly: These are their young people's affairs, and those of us who are elders, even if we want to take care of it, I'm afraid we can't manage it.

Besides, they're no longer kids, they've all got their own ideas, so it's time for them to make a choice, right, that's your question?

Bai Qinghou first sighed constantly, and then, as if Xiang Fang had made sense, he began to nod his head again, and then, the expression on his face suddenly became more solemn, and he leaned in front of him and said:

Actually, this is not the question I am most concerned about, the question I am most concerned about now is, did you kill that Song Qiuli?

Xiang Fang didn't answer, but looked out the window.

His eyes had drifted to the hillside facing the window, where there was a terraced rice field that was planted with fruits and vegetables all year round as a daily supply for the Golden Villa.

Since there is a vegetable field, there should be a vegetable grower.

Song Qiuli has been growing vegetables on this soil slope for 20 years.

For 20 years, he has worked day and night in the vegetable field, plowing the land, selecting seeds, sowing seeds, watering, and has become an expert in growing vegetables.

He has a clear grasp of what kind of melons and fruits to plant in what season, what kind of rapeseed to sow in what season, and what vegetable insects will grow in what season.

However, judging by his appearance, his bearing, and the kind of pride and conceit he exudes between his gestures, he is definitely not a person who is willing to grow vegetables for others.

Especially his hands.

Although his hands have become very rough due to the long-term cultivation of vegetables, he still maintains his original habits, his nails are very short, and his fingers are well-proportioned and slender, and they are very clean.

This is by no means a pair of hands suitable for growing vegetables, in the rivers and lakes, only people who often use swords, or even people with good swordsmanship, will have such a pair of hands.

However, how could a swordsman go to such a place to grow vegetables for people?

Maybe before, he was indeed a swordsman, or even a top swordsman in the rivers and lakes, but now Song Qiuli is not a swordsman.

Now, he's just a slave in the Golden Throwing Villa.

He has been growing here for twenty years, and now, he may even forget that he was once a famous swordsman in the rivers and lakes.

Twenty years ago, he was worth a million.

That is to say, for every person he kills, he will be rewarded with one million taels, but when he loses to the Golden Throwing Villa, he also loses one million taels.

Of course, for Song Qiuli, this million taels may not be a big amount at all, and he can get so much silver as long as he takes a single business.

However, for a slave, even if he planted the land here for a lifetime, he probably could not accumulate more than one million taels of silver.

The slaves of the Golden Lodge could not kill anyone, so they could only grow vegetables here honestly until they paid off all the money they owed.

In other words, Song Qiuli is destined to grow vegetables here for a lifetime.

In fact, Song Qiuli himself also knew that with his martial arts, if he insisted on leaving, the Golden Throwing Villa would not stop him, and no one in the Golden Throwing Villa could not stop him.

Twenty years ago, although Bai Qingyi defeated Sword Thirty and became the first sword in the rivers and lakes, he suddenly disappeared from the rivers and lakes and is still missing.

And although the iris boy is now famous, he has been wandering outside for many years, so only the fat and stupid Bai Qinghou is left in the Golden Villa.

Can he stop him?

Having said that, Song Qiuli believes that the reason why the Golden Villa has been able to stand in the rivers and lakes for so many years without falling is of course not only because of martial arts.

If he really wanted to leave, Bai Qinghou would definitely not stop him.

At most, he let out his words, so that everyone in the rivers and lakes knew that he Song Qiuli was just a villain who didn't count.

Asking Song Qiuli to be a villain whose words don't count, this is even more difficult than asking for his life.

Therefore, it is destined that he will grow vegetables on this mountain for the rest of his life.

However, when he grows vegetables, he doesn't seem to have any complaints, and it seems to be a very happy thing for him to be able to grow vegetables quietly in such a place that no one knows.

Does he find it fun to grow here, or is it because he has other plans?

What exactly is his intention?

Could it be that there is a huge treasure buried on this hillside, or is there some hidden secret hidden in the Golden Throwing Villa?

In the end, why, I'm afraid only Song Qiuli knows.

However, Song Qiuli didn't say a word, he just planted his vegetables quietly, weeded quietly, and watered quietly.

Song Qiuli looked at the gray sky overhead, sighed, untied the rope, tied the wooden barrel, and then, shaking the wheel, slowly put the wooden barrel into the well.

It has not rained for a long time on the hillsides in autumn, so if you want to keep those vegetables fresh, you have to water them every day.

Water is the source of life, people need water, vegetables also need water, vegetables without water, just like people without blood, become dry and wilted.

He had to keep these dishes alive, because he needed to get paid, and he needed to be paid for his freedom before he could be free.

Although the wages were pitiful, and although the days of his freedom were very confused, he was still quietly fetching water and watering vegetables.

Soon, a bucket full of water was hoisted up, the bucket was very small, but the water was very clear, and the sky reflected in a small bucket of clear water was a little foggy.

He was about to pour the bucket of water into the dug ditch, when he saw a clean and handsome man in white slowly come over and said softly, "Mr. Song, let me come."

As he spoke, he went to fetch the barrel.

This clean and handsome man in white had only come here the day before yesterday to help him water the ground and grow vegetables, and like him, he did not look like a vegetable grower.

However, the face of the man in white did not have the slightest sense of loss because he was about to grow vegetables here at a young age, and even had a slight smile.

I don't know if it's because of the freshness of the first arrival, or if it's the same ulterior purpose?

He didn't say it, and Song Qiuli didn't ask.

Song Qiuli just sighed secretly, as if he felt sorry for him, he went to gamble at a young age, and even lost his personal freedom, so he happened to grow vegetables here.

He's been growing here for ten years, and this young man doesn't know how long he's going to stay here, and something like this, a young man like him, would be crazy if he stayed all the time.

The man in white wanted to take the wooden bucket, but Song Qiuli didn't even look at him, just slowly avoided the pair of clean and good-looking hands he stretched out, carried the bucket, and went straight to water the vegetables.

I don't know if he thinks that the clean and good-looking hands of this man in white are not suitable for watering, or because he has no good impression of this man in white at all?

The man in white didn't care about these at all, still followed him, and even kept begging: Mr. Song, you still let me come.

Song Qiuli was still silent, looking at a cabbage that was about to wither due to lack of water, he suddenly sighed and said: You are about to die.

The hand stretched out by the man in white shook suddenly, looked at Song Qiuli's almost rickety body, and shrunk and said: Mr. Song, are you talking about me?

Song Qiuli didn't answer, just poured a bucket full of water on the other vegetables around him, and then, looking back at the vegetable that was about to dry up, he muttered: If you are given water, probably you will not die.

The man in white watched him pour all the vegetables around him, but he didn't water the dying cabbage, and felt very strange, and he didn't know what he meant.

Before he came, Bai Qinghou seemed to have told him: On this hillside, you also have a partner, this is a very strange partner, so no matter what strange things he does, you should not feel strange.

Because the more strange you feel, the more he won't tell you, and when you calm down and don't think about it at all, you won't feel weird.

It's called being weird.

Although the man in white was ready to be surprised, he still felt strange when he saw Song Qiuli's actions, he was simply too strange.

Song Qiuli seemed to see his doubts, suddenly sighed, and said lightly: You think it's strange, don't you? Why do I water other vegetables, but I don't water them?

Actually, I haven't watered it for ten whole days, just to see how long he can boil, and the dishes are like people, they all need to be honed.

A well-honed dish is like a well-honed person, the longer it is honed, the better it tastes, and if you were asked to water it, you would definitely water it, wouldn't you?

Before the man in white could speak, he continued: "But if you really water it, then wouldn't my ten days of work be in vain?"

What exactly is it that has fallen short? What is the reason why he is doing this, what is he going to do? Who is this?

With all kinds of doubts, a whole morning passed in the watering of vegetables.

In the afternoon, the work is still watering.

The man in white seemed to be about to be crushed by these doubts, so as soon as he started working, he picked up the bucket and begged Song Qiuli: Mr. Song, let me come.

Song Qiuli was really a little impatient with his begging in the end, so he glared at him and shouted at him: If you bother me again, I will throw you into the well.

The man in white quickly took a step back, as if he was frightened.

He looked at Song Qiuli tremblingly, but his heart was full of curiosity, and said: Mr. Song, there are only two of us here, if you throw me into the well, then who will talk to you?

Song Qiuli put the bucket on the ground, supported the handle with both hands, stared at him, and said coldly: Hmph, when you didn't come, I didn't die.