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. 21010