He really couldn't believe it, and he couldn't believe that twenty years ago, Bai Qinghou, who was also dashing and in the wind of Yushu, would end up like this.

Seeing that the eldest brother had become like this, he wanted to cry, but he wanted to cry without tears.

He stroked his brother's shriveled face, unable to calm down for a long time, as if he was suffering from the test of time and feelings.

And this "big brother", he undoubtedly admitted that he was the white light clothes who suddenly disappeared from the rivers and lakes twenty years ago, the second son of the Golden Villa, and the brother of Bai Qinghou.

It turned out that he was really Bai Qingyi - that is, the Bai Qingyi who defeated Sword Thirty twenty years ago and had a reputation all day long, and wanted to inherit the name of the new generation of sword gods and accept the worship of the Jianghu people.

Probably no one would have thought that Bai Qingyi, who defeated Sword Thirty and became the number one swordsman in the rivers and lakes, would actually grow vegetables in the back garden of the Golden Villa for a full twenty years.

If you tell those dishes this, they probably won't believe it.

On the shore of Luoshui Lake, after gambling with Jian Thirty on each other's lives and reputations, he finally won.

He defeated Sword Thirty, not to prove that he was stronger than others, but to show his father and brother that even if he didn't rely on the huge aura accumulated by the ancestors of the Golden Throwing Villa and the fame he had gained by gambling, he could still gain the fame and status he deserved in his own way.

Moreover, after that battle, his name even surpassed that of the Golden Throwing Villa, and the people of the rivers and lakes finally began to call him the Sword God, instead of the second son of the Golden Throwing Villa.

But in the end, even with these long-awaited fame and status, he fell into a long period of emptiness and self-blame.

When he returned home, he was shocked to find that his father, who was originally healthy, suddenly died.

Brother Bai Qinghou seemed to be a lot haggard during the time he left the Golden Throwing Villa, and the long-term grief even made his voice a little hoarse.

In front of the mourning hall, Bai Qinghou told him that a few months ago, his father was suddenly infected with a cold, and he originally thought that his good body would be fine in two days with the good body accumulated from practice, but he didn't think about it, and after half a month, the condition not only did not recover, but became more and more serious, and many doctors were ineffective.

Then, the wind chill turned into a stroke, and first the body was completely paralyzed, unable to move, unable to speak, and could only lie in bed all day, without water and rice, and then, not long after, he died.

Before he died, he kept chanting the name of his second brother Bai Qingyi, hoping to see him for the last time, but he never came back, and he didn't close his eyes even when he died.

Bai Qinghou originally wanted to wait for Bai Qingyi to come back and then be buried, but Bai Qingyi wandered the rivers and lakes all day long, looking for people to duel everywhere, and he would never go home if he didn't make a name for himself.

Bai Qinghou can wait, but his father's body can't wait any longer, otherwise, the corpse will rot, and the old father's spirit in the sky will never rest in peace.

Therefore, in desperation, Bai Qinghou had no choice but to bury his father first, planning to wait for Bai Qingyi to come back and then carry out a grand memorial.

Half a year later, Bai Qingyi finally defeated Sword Thirty with his self-created swordsmanship, won the title of the world's first sword, and forced Sword Thirty to bury the sword in Luoshui, and since then the sword has been sealed and hidden.

And Bai Qingyi also became famous in that battle.

When he came home with a proud face, he wanted to tell them the news, but when he returned home, he saw his father's mourning hall.

That time, he knelt in front of his father's funeral hall for three days and three nights, not eating, drinking, or moving, he wanted to cry, but there were no tears.

Although he has always looked down on the family business of Throwing Gold Villa, which is earned by gambling and cheating, and looks down on his father and brother, who are in the eyes of money all day long, they are father and son after all.

When his mother died, his father was in the prime of life, but he never remarried, because he couldn't let go of the two brothers.

Bai Qinghou is calm, sophisticated, and capable, and is the future successor of the Golden Villa, so his father's requirements for him are stricter on weekdays, but his father has always doted on him for his white light clothes.

But what makes people feel strange is that his father's doting not only did not deepen his feelings for his father, but made him look down on his father's family business, reputation and status earned by gambling.

No matter what his father persuaded and his brother said, he finally insisted on escaping from the Golden Villa, escaping from the home he thought was full of copper stench and dirt, and began to live a life of wandering.

He wanted to use his hands and sword to gain a reputation for his innocence.

He didn't want to be shrouded in the powerful aura of his father and brother all day long, like a child who would never grow up.

Therefore, until his father died, for the sake of his dignity and his own principles, he never stayed by his father's side to fulfill the filial piety that a son should fulfill.

Perhaps, it wasn't until he was facing his father's tablet in the mourning hall that he suddenly realized that he had lost the most precious thing in his life.

For three days and three nights, he did not eat or drink, did not even blink his eyes, but knelt there like a statue, kneeling so that even he himself was a little numb and stiff.

He stared at the ground with staring blankly, looking at the land that his father had stepped on before his death, and thought a lot, and even thought of a lot of suspicious places.

He really didn't understand how a person like his father, who had always been healthy and had no bad habits at all, could say that he was sick, and moreover, he was so sick that he died in just a few months.

Even an ordinary person, no matter how severe the cold, will not be killed.

What's more, the father is not an ordinary person.

My brother can already be regarded as the top master in the rivers and lakes, and he still comes from his father's true inheritance, so it is conceivable what level his father's martial arts have reached.

On weekdays, although he had never seen his father perform his martial arts, he could infer how high his father's martial arts were.

The elder brother just learned his father's seven successes, maybe less than seventy, he can already gallop the rivers and lakes, if you follow this logical reasoning, then, the father with ten successes, even if he is not invincible in the world, but he can definitely be regarded as a rare master in the rivers and lakes.

Could such a master really be killed by a small cold?

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe it at all.

Then he thought of his brother again.

When he returned home this time, he found that his brother didn't seem to be the same brother anymore.

Although his appearance is still as steady and capable as before, although he is still so sleek and sophisticated when he speaks, and even when he coughs, he still likes to carry a little bit of contrived elegance.

When reassuring people, he still likes to pretend to say what my old Hou'er said, but he always feels that an unexpected change has taken place in his brother's body.

As for what kind of change, he can't say for sure.

He always felt that everything was so wrong.

In addition, many new faces have been added to the servants of the family.

Although they all tried their best to pretend to be honest country men, but between their behaviors, they always did something that was not what a subordinate maid should do: