Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Tiejiang Zhao and his wife were all red-faced and busy preparing meals. Zhao Hu and his wife stood in front of Fang Chen, whispering about their experiences outside these years.

The couple's child grew accustomed to it from being a stranger at first, and is now running around and playing happily outside the hospital.

"Have you joined a gang? Why haven't you received any letters for so many years?"

Fang Chen said softly.

A wry smile appeared on Zhao Hu's face. Seeing that his former master's temples were now white, his nose couldn't help but tingle slightly, and he whispered:

"There are too many enemies. I am afraid that sending back letters will attract enemies."

Fang Chen nodded, with a smile on his face: "It's quite cautious, but from the sound of your voice, it seems that you have suffered internal injuries?"

He could hear that Zhao Hu's breath was a little rough.

"It shouldn't be a problem."

Zhao Hu whispered.

His wife, however, had a sad face and hesitated to speak. She seemed to want to say something but was suppressed by Zhao Hu's eyes.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat."

Zhao Hu's mother greeted him warmly.

There are no rules in a small household. Everyone eats at a round table, but with two small children, the table seems a bit small.

Fang Chen picked up his rice bowl and squatted in front of the door, eating every bite. Seeing this, Mr. Zhao and his son also squatted with Fang Chen holding their rice bowls.

Zhao Hu's wife was a little at a loss, but Zhao Hu's mother smiled and said:

"They've always been like this. You'll get used to it in the future. Leave them alone. Let's eat ours. I'll give you this chicken leg."

"Well, thank you, mother."

Zhao Hu's wife nodded slightly.

Zhao Hu's mother brought some meat and vegetables to the brothers and sisters. The two children were also very polite:

"Thank you grandma."

Zhao Hu's mother's eyes narrowed into crescents as she smiled and nodded repeatedly. Although Zhao Hu had not come back for many years, it was really a happy event to bring back not only his wife but also his grandchildren this time.

"Master, has the old man left?"

Zhao Hu suddenly looked towards the somewhat deserted courtyard.

"It's been eight years since I left."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

"The old man has also reached his age. Birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature."

Blacksmith Zhao smiled.

Zhao Hu's eyes fell a little: "It would be great if I could not die..."

"What did you say?"

Blacksmith Zhao didn't seem to hear clearly.

Zhao Hu shook his head quickly, then suddenly his face turned red and he began to cough violently. He coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood into the bowl.

Blacksmith Zhao turned pale when he saw this scene, and Fang Chen whispered:

"Go and grab some medicine for internal injuries and come back."

"good!"

Blacksmith Zhao put down his bowls and chopsticks and stood up to leave.

Zhao Hu's mother and wife stepped forward and helped him sit down on the chair.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Both children had worried looks in their eyes.

Although they are young, they know a lot.

"it's okay no problem."

Zhao Hu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, forced a smile on his face, and then suddenly looked at Fang Chen and knelt on the ground with a pop:

"Master, please accept Shi'er and Yu'er."

"Get up. If they are willing to practice martial arts, I will teach them."

Fang Chen sighed lightly.

Zhao Hu's mother suddenly whispered: "What's so good about practicing martial arts? Hu'er, you have been practicing martial arts since you left home for so many years without any news, and you came back still injured. How can you let Shi'er and Yu'er practice martial arts... "

A wry smile appeared on Zhao Hu's face: "Mom, if you join this way, you can't help yourself. If they don't know martial arts, I'm afraid they will be more dangerous in the future..."

Fang Chen was convinced that Zhao Hu had offended a lot of people this time, so he was so eager that Zhao Shi and Zhao Yu could also practice martial arts under his sect.

Blacksmith Zhao quickly came back with some wound medicine. Zhao Hu's complexion immediately improved after taking it.

Everyone felt relieved.

But a month later, Fang Chen had just gotten up for morning exercises when he heard the sound of crying coming from Blacksmith Zhao.

Countless neighbors gathered around Zhao's house not far away, pointing and pointing. Those who once said they hoped their sons would also practice martial arts were now telling their nephews that it was a good thing they were not allowed to practice martial arts.

Otherwise, if you offend a big shot, you will end up like Zhao Hu.

"Everyone, Hu'er's funeral will be held in seven days. In the next few days, I invite you to come and have a glass of water and wine to send Hu'er off."

Blacksmith Zhao walked out in despair, and bowed to everyone with his fists clasped.

Everyone comforted him and said they would definitely send Zhao Hu off together.

"Brother Zhao, my condolences, no matter what... Hu'er is here to stay. If you and your wife can't hold on, how will they survive as an orphan and a widowed mother?"

Fang Chen slowly came to Blacksmith Zhao and gently patted his shoulder.

Blacksmith Zhao looked at his grandchildren not far away, and there seemed to be a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Seven days later, a large group of people followed the funeral procession to see Zhao Hu off for the last time.

Just as I was passing through the busiest street in Ishikawa Prefecture, a group of people wearing black clothes came from a distance on the opposite side.

The weapons on this group of people are very conspicuous, their steps are steady, and there is a hint of evil in their brows.

The two teams met on the street.

The leader's eyes suddenly fell on Zhao Hu's widow, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"I recognize you."

Everyone was stunned.

Blacksmith Zhao took a step forward slowly and said doubtfully: "Your Excellency, you are..."

The other party ignored him, but looked at the coffin and said with a faint smile: "That's Zhao Hu lying inside, right? It's amazing that he can still make it back here after being hit by my heart-breaking palm."

Everyone took a deep breath. The funeral procession was made up of ordinary people. When they heard what the other party said, they immediately understood that Zhao Hu’s enemies were here!

In the tea house in the distance, Bu Qingchen was drinking tea with his wife and children. Bu Qingyu was now married, and the child was about five or six years old. She and her husband were sitting opposite Bu Qingchen.

They had seen the movement outside a long time ago, and Blacksmith Zhao also wrote to them hoping that they would give Zhao Hu a ride together, but Bu Qingchen refused.

Now they are big shots in Ishikawa Prefecture, popular people in front of the official, and are they going to send a little-known Zhao Hu away? Isn't this confusing the seniority?

"Husband, I heard that when you first came here, you lived with that group of people? They seemed to have offended a big shot."

Bu Qingchen's wife looked at the excitement outside the window and chuckled.

"Well, this group of people has extraordinary momentum, and they should have a lot of background. Blacksmith Zhao's son has always been in the world, and he doesn't know how to advance or retreat. It's no wonder that if he offends such a person, he will die young."

Bu Qingchen nodded.

"Brother, Brother Ji is also in the team."

Bu Qingyu said suddenly.

"Why is a blind man joining in the fun? Although he has some skills, he can't see anything after all. Why not just stay in the yard and take good care of your health?"

Bu Qingchen frowned.

"Brother, he has helped you train many good players over the years. Shall we come forward to mediate?"

Bu Qingyu said.

"Wait a minute, now is not the time to come forward."

The corners of Bu Qingchen's mouth raised slightly, "No matter what the background of this group of people is, since they have come to Ishikawa County, they have to lie down even if they are tigers."

On the other side, when Tiejiang Zhao heard what the other party said, his eyes suddenly turned blood red and he rushed towards the other party without hesitation.

boom!

With just one kick, the other party kicked Blacksmith Zhao away many feet, almost knocking over the coffin.

The funeral procession immediately dispersed upon seeing this gesture, leaving only a few figures.

"grandfather!"

Zhao Shi and Zhao Yu saw Blacksmith Zhao being kicked to the ground and rushed forward.

"Head, to cut the grass we must get rid of the roots."

A man in black said softly.

The leader nodded, his eyes fell on the two little ones, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he walked towards them step by step.

Fang Chen slowly walked to Blacksmith Zhao, felt his pulse, then motioned the two children to step aside, and then told Blacksmith Zhao's wife:

"Sister-in-law, go back and prepare some medicine for Brother Zhao later."

Blacksmith Zhao's wife finally recovered from her fright, nodded quickly, and held the two little ones in her arms.

When the leader saw Fang Chen, he glanced at the wooden stick in his hand and suddenly laughed:

"I heard that Zhao Hu's master is a blind man. Could it be you?"