The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

With Wen Bai's company, Wen Mingyuan's nervousness when facing Wen Shao was slightly relieved. The time along the way was quite relaxed and pleasant. In Wen Mingyuan's eyes, the father who had originally ignored him also slowly changed along the way. .

It's just that the closer we get to the target point, the more difficult it becomes to suppress the anxiety in Wen Mingyuan's heart.

Qingzhou Yong'an, this is the place of the imperial court. As a Jianghu sect, the Yanmen sect does not have a station here. Fortunately, Wen Shao is not short of money. With a wave of his hand, he immediately arranged for the people below to buy a small courtyard here. .

Wen Mingyuan's ability to make money is nothing to say. As an old man, Wen Shao is very lucky.

After a night's rest, Wen Shao got up very early, but Wen Mingyuan got up earlier than him.

"Good morning, Dad." The moment Wen Shao opened the door, he saw Wen Mingyuan sitting in a wheelchair, holding Wen Xiaobai in his arms, and greeted him.

Oh, the calmness of dawn and dusk.

However, people who practice martial arts never care about this. Wen Mingyuan was ignored before and did not dare to get close to his original body. During the more than a month of traveling, the relationship between father and son became closer and closer, and he picked up those false courtesy again. .

Wen Shao rubbed his eyes, feeling a little sleepy: "It's rare to have a good rest after traveling for so long. Why are you getting up so early?"

Wen Mingyuan glanced at the sun that was half-hanging in the sky, and said tactfully: "...It's getting late."

Usually at this time, Wen Shao would get up and practice sword practice for an hour.

Wen Shao followed his gaze and said casually: "The sun rises very early today."

Dad, as long as you are happy.

Wen Shao's changes actually made Wen Mingyuan a little uneasy. In the past, Wen Shao had always been an iron man. No matter what happened, he was the military leader of the Yanmen sect, as if he could be relied upon by everyone.

But does this kind of change mean that he will grow old one day? If that day comes, can he and his brother really support the Yanmen Sect?

The most righteous path in the world sounds so majestic, but how many people are secretly waiting for the Yanmen sect to fall?

"My son has asked the people below to prepare breakfast. Dad, please eat something to satisfy your stomach first."

Wen Shao nodded. After eating, he said to Wen Mingyuan, "Just stay here, don't move, and go out for your father."

Wen Mingyuan clenched his fists slightly and looked at him: "Is dad going out to find the miracle doctor? Can my son come with us?"

"The genius doctor's temperament is a little weird. He doesn't like to meet outsiders. He's afraid of disturbing the purity. It's better to go alone for my father's sake."

Just kidding, Wen Shao didn't arrange an actor. What if the secret is revealed?

The young man lowered his head, looking a little depressed, so Wen Shao rubbed his head: "Don't worry, my father will definitely bring you good news."

The plot only says that the original's youngest son begged here when he was a boy, but in the vast sea of ​​people, how should Wen Shao find a little beggar named Goudan.

...And the name Goudan is a bad name.

In that beggar's den, when Wen Shao yelled "Gudan", at least ten people looked up.

In the plot, Goudan changed his name after he picked up a martial arts secret book and traveled around the world. Fortunately, the martial arts secret book had a picture explanation, otherwise a generation of heroes would have been ruined by illiteracy.

The only clue Wen Shao has now is a beggar named Goudan, who is sixteen years old.

Wen Shao could only try his luck in the beggar's den. As soon as he took out the money, beggars gathered around him. When Wen Shao asked, they were eager to tell everything they knew.

"Have you ever seen a sixteen-year-old beggar named Goudan?"

Wen Shao searched several dens, and there were quite a few Goudan, but he couldn't find the person he was looking for. Just when he was regretful, he heard something moving in front of him.

"Sell your body to bury your father." A few words came vaguely from the crowd, and Wen Shao touched his chin. In ancient times, this kind of thing was actually not uncommon. If he could meet a good buyer, he could not only solve his parents' affairs, but also Find a good place for yourself.

However, once you are a slave, it is difficult to escape. Moreover, not every master has a conscience. No one would do this unless it was a last resort.

Wen Shao stepped forward to watch the excitement, thinking that if he could help out, he would do it for himself. He took a closer look, good guy, looked everywhere, and it turned out that he was here.

Although the original body has never seen him, the child's features and eyes are very similar to the original body's wife who has been dead for more than ten years. In addition, he is dressed in rags, and there is a skinny old beggar lying in front of him with tight eyes. Close, obviously breathless.

It turns out that my youngest son was adopted by an old beggar, and everything matched up.

If Wen Shao had been a little later, I'm afraid he would have left Yong'an and opened the next map. But I don't know how the young man who sold himself to bury his father ended up rolling off the cliff, and how he rose to prominence in the martial arts world.

Such a story, in addition to being passionate, if you think about it carefully, there must be unknown sadness and pain hidden behind it.

"Goudan?" Wen Shao tried to yell.

Goudan looked up, his face was dirty, but his eyes became more and more familiar.

After checking his eyes, he was the person he was looking for.

Wen Shao walked over and said, "Follow me."

Goudan didn't ask any questions, picked up the stiff old beggar and followed Wen Shao.

Wen Shao took him to buy a brand new shroud and a good coffin.

Goudan gently wiped the old beggar's body, put on a brand new shroud for him, and whispered: "Dad, we are wearing new clothes."

He didn't want to think about what he would pay for such a decent funeral. At least for now, he just wanted him to die with dignity and have a good pregnancy in the future.

After finishing the funeral arrangements, Goudan's eyes were already red, his face was wet with tears, and he was a little embarrassed.

He knelt in front of Wen Shao and said, "Thank you master for your great kindness. I am willing to work for you all my life and never betray."

He had never seen a master who would accompany his newly purchased slave to hold funerals for the deceased. Goudan knew that he had met a kind person.

Wen Shao helped him up and said in a gentle tone: "It's not like being a cow or a horse. I just feel that we have some fate. I am a man of the world, and I don't pay attention to these false etiquette. Since you have nowhere to go, just follow me."

"Yes."

"The name Goudan doesn't sound good, but I'll give you my name to An Xing. From now on, you can call me Xing'an. With my surname, I'll call you Wen Xing'an."

"Thank you, Master!" Wen Xing'an spoke excitedly and wanted to kneel down, but Wen Shao pulled him back.

"I just said that people in the world don't pay attention to these false etiquette." Wen Shao looked down at the skinny child, with a hint of pity in his voice, "The name contains the parents' expectations for the child. Today I will give you a name. Don’t call me master, call me daddy.”

Seeing that he didn't respond, Wen Shao blinked. Was he too impatient? His adoptive father had just died, so he probably couldn't accept a new father so quickly?

Wen Xing'an's eyes, which were already red from crying, shed tears again, and he choked with sobs: "Dad!"

Give him a name and give him a new life. Wen Shao will be his reborn parent. How could he not be willing? He was just too excited just now.

Wen Shao felt relieved and took him back to his newly bought mansion.

"father."

Wen Mingyuan sat on the wheelchair, holding Wen Bai in his arms. He had been waiting anxiously for a day. When he saw Wen Shao, he hurriedly came up to him and looked at the young boy following Wen Shao in confusion, "Is this?"

Wen Xing'an lowered his head with some humiliation. Wen Shao saw this, patted his back and pulled him forward: "This is the adopted son that my father just adopted, Wen Xing'an. You two brothers should get along well in the future."

"Xing'an, this is your eldest brother, Wen Mingyuan."