, The man smiled sadly again, and then, shaking his head, said slowly: Actually, I should also know that after these twenty years of inhuman life in the cave, my appearance has changed a lot,

It could even be said that my appearance has changed completely, and I am almost unaware of myself, but I can assure you that twenty years ago, I was not like this.

At that time, I was almost as chic, handsome, and extraordinary as the white light clothes that everyone praised and envied in the rivers and lakes, but now I have become a zombie.

Hearing this, Song Qiu was startled, and couldn't help but scream, and said, "Could it be ...... The predecessors are ...... Twenty years ago, it suddenly disappeared from the rivers and lakes...... White light clothes?

The man was even more stunned, and the shriveled skin at the corner of his mouth began to tremble constantly, as if he had heard some bad news, and said loudly to Song Qiuli:

What did you just say? Did the white light clothes disappear twenty years ago? It seems that those people really want to kill our family.

Why, why is this, I thought that you would stop if you took my life and took my property, but in the end, you still poisoned him, why did you have to kill him quickly?

Song Qiuli's face suddenly became ugly, and there was even a slight sweat on his forehead, but the cave was as cold as an ice cellar.

He looked at the unrecognizable person in front of him in a daze, frowned, bit his lip hard, as if trying to control his emotions, and said: I really don't understand the words of my predecessors.

The man shook his head and said with emotion: Of course you won't understand, if you are really the person I said just now, maybe you will understand my words.

Song Qiuli smiled bitterly, with a sad face, and then, with his hands in his sleeves, sat there cross-legged, as calm as an old monk, and said slowly:

Senpai is really joking, I ...... How can I be Bai Qingyi, Bai Qingyi is a famous young swordsman in the rivers and lakes twenty years ago, who values love and righteousness, and I ...... It's nothing more than a ...... How can we be the same as the villains who break their promises and don't keep their promises.

The man shook his head, then nodded again, as if he was extremely sure of what he had just thought, and said lightly: Actually, you don't have to lie to me anymore.

Although you try to control your throat when talking to people and not allow yourself to show signs of your original voice, you can change your voice, but you can't change the way you speak.

I remember that since you were just beginning to be sensible, you have a very special habit, whenever you tell someone your name, you always like to pause, as if you are thinking about something.

Actually, I know that you are not thinking about the problem at all, but deliberately avoiding the name and surname that your father once gave you.

Because you didn't like the family name since you were a child, you always felt that the surname of a person who started a family by gambling was dirty, dirty, and full of copper stench and despicability.

Therefore, you have always refused to accept everything that the Bai family has given you, money, surname, reputation, status, and even the martial arts handed down by the Bai family.

Although the Bai family's swordsmanship was invincible in the world hundreds of years ago, you finally gave up, and you re-practiced a set of swordsmanship, and even when you came out to explore the rivers and lakes, you had to give yourself another name.

Because only in this way can you come out of the aura of that family, or rather the shadow, that you don't want to have anything to do with the family that you think is full of copper stench and despicability.

That's why you can't wait to practice your sword and find someone to compete with your sword, because you want to make a name for yourself with your own sword, isn't it? After so many years, you are still so conceited.

Song Qiuli tried his best to control his emotions, and even bit his lip out of blood, and the slight blood streaks had slowly come out along the corners of his mouth.

He suddenly felt hot and dry, so he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips slowly, gasping and saying: The person the predecessor said was Bai Qingyi?

The man suddenly stretched out his hand like a dead branch, pointed at him and said loudly: That's right, you are the second son of Bai Qingyi and the Golden Villa.

Song Qiuli quickly shook his head and said loudly: No, no, no, I'm not, my name is Song Qiuli, I'm just a villain who is treacherous and doesn't keep his promises.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he looked at the man: Listening to the tone of the senior's speech, it seems that he is very familiar with the white second son in white light clothes?

Hearing this, the man burst into laughter, and in his laughter there was even a kind of desperate sorrow, which was the roar of the wild beast when it was hunted, and said:

Very familiar, of course very familiar, of course I am very familiar with your white second son, so familiar that I often wear the same pants as you and eat a mother's milk, because I am your brother-in-law, Bai Qinghou, the eldest young master of the Golden Villa.

The expression on Song Qiuli's face had begun to slowly distort, and then, with a "plop", he lay heavily on the stone, as if he had been completely paralyzed, and said in a trembling voice: But, outside......

The zombie-like Bai Qinghou looked calm at the moment, and even laughed.

However, the smile on his dry face, which was like a squeezed coconut shell, was not so calm, and even had a terrifying feeling, and said lightly:

Do you want to say that now, there is a white light waiting outside, and he looks exactly like me, no, it should be said that he is exactly the same as me twenty years ago.

Song Qiuli took a long breath.

The expression on his face suddenly became sad and dry, and he even showed a slight tiredness, as if he couldn't believe that the person in front of him was the eldest young master of the gold-throwing villa in the rivers and lakes.

He shook his head and said in a deep voice: No, at least a little different, now, the white light waiting outside is also different from the white light waiting twenty years ago, he is at least half fatter than the white light waiting twenty years ago.

Bai Qinghou laughed.

It was a free and calm smile, not at all like a person who had endured twenty years of suffering in such a dark black hole, but like the joy of the reunion of brothers, and said:

You don't seem to be the same as the white light clothes of twenty years ago, the white light clothes of twenty years ago, proud, conceited, impulsive, and even a little self-righteous,

However, the sharpness in you now has been sharpened by some ensuing changes, like a mirror that has been polished and smoothed.

I know that you must have suffered a lot in the past 20 years, and a lot must have happened, because only suffering can make a person so thorough.

Of course, I don't mean that you are not as good as you used to be, but that you are more mature and stable than before, and you are becoming more and more like a swordsman.

Song Qiuli's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything, just walked over slowly, and then knelt down beside him.

He touched Bai Qinghou's shriveled and terrifying face, and tears suddenly fell from the corners of his eyes, holding his hand tightly, and said in a trembling voice: Big brother.

This "big brother" alone already contains the suffering and torture of more than 20 years, as well as the joy and loneliness when the brothers reunite again.

Between men and men, there has never been a little woman's love for children, but with just this "big brother", he was choked up in his throat and could no longer say a word.