National Cultivation

Chapter 94

The head of Kunlun had an expression on his face that I couldn't understand what are you talking about, and he carefully interpreted Han Qing's words: "What did I do to you? We just met not long ago."

He is almost perfect, the only problem is that he likes to drink a little wine. When he was young, he often got drunk. I got the strategy. When the two were still in an ambiguous state, he always relied on getting drunk to develop the relationship between the two. After waking up, he forgot everything, leaving only a sheet of evidence.

After the two officially got married, Elder Lingxiao stopped letting him get drunk again, saying that although he was very charming when drunk, it was meaningless to forget to do anything after waking up. Listen to him and control the amount of alcohol.

So when Han Qing said this, he couldn't help but wonder, did he accidentally kill Han Qing when he was drunk?This is impossible, he has never been drunk since he met Han Qing.

Han Qing didn't know what was going on in his heart, but since he said everything to his lips, and Elder Lingxiao was not there, he just said: "My mother is Zixia real person, my father... There are indications that it may be ……you."

"..." The head of Kunlun took three steps back in shock: "Hey, don't try to grab your relatives!"

"..."

Xuan Ming tugged at the hem of his clothes and shook his head at him, meaning to stop talking.Han Qing was even more vigorous: "We can do a DNA test after we go out. I don't want to be related to you. I'm not even the original owner of this body. If 'he' is really your own flesh and blood, I don't think I It is necessary to tell you that your son is dead, and I am a soul residing in his body."

The head of Kunlun was confused when he heard that, Han Qing said: "I am a soul wearer, and Han Qing died during the earthquake."

"Ah..." he groaned, "Are you only twenty? Master Zixia turned into a sword spirit a hundred years ago. She can't be your mother, and I can't be your father, otherwise it doesn't make sense."

"This is also strange to me, so I just guess that even if Han Qing is not your son, he may be your descendant." Han Qing said frankly, "I have enjoyed his body, so I have to fulfill my obligations. Help him find his biological parents, as for whether you recognize them or not, I don't care, and I don't like a father appearing out of thin air."

The head of Kunlun slapped his forehead: "I will discuss this matter later, I have to digest it. If you are really my son... no, then I can't be sorry for Linlin, I have already decided to pass on the position of head to him .”

"...The position of head is not hereditary." Han poured out.

"You make a lot of sense, but Rin Rin is the best candidate to be the leader. I'm not familiar with you yet. If I think you're also suitable, I might change my mind, and then I'll be sorry for Rin Rin."

"Okay, you don't need to change your mind, I don't want to be the master, as long as I'm with senior brother."

The head of Kunlun strolled to the side, trying to remember if he really had a relationship with Zixia—he really has no memory!

After talking about this, Han Qing felt much more comfortable. He looked at Xuanming, "Actually, it doesn't matter. I'm not the real Han Qing. They don't have to be responsible for me. On the contrary, they didn't settle accounts with me." It's good." He has already enjoyed Han Qing's body, and he will not enjoy the love of Han Qing's parents anymore, otherwise he will be too sorry for the deceased Han Qing.

"You said everything about the soul wear."

"It's necessary, I'm not the real Han Qing in the first place."

Xiao BuDian lay at his feet, raised her head abruptly when she heard the words, and muttered, "Xiao Qing, what did you say, say it again."

Han Qing said it again, telling the little one about his soul wear.

Xiaobudian followed him only because he was Zixia's son, but her son had died a long time ago, and even his body was fake.

Xiao Budian frowned tightly: "Impossible! You are the real Han Qing!"

It swears, Han Qing smiled, squatted down and hugged it: "I am not, my real name is Xingluo, and I am the eldest disciple of Shushan."

The little one pointed to his own eyes, which were always closed and never opened: "I have never opened my eyes, I can't see you, why do I recognize you as the master when I meet you? Because I recognize your soul , it is the descendant of Zixia Daoist, I will not admit the wrong person!"

"..." Han Qing never expected that Xiao BuDian knew people through his soul, but... Isn't his soul Xing Luo?He couldn't figure it out. "Little one, you must be hiding something from me. You know so much, so don't hide it from me anymore."

The little boy covered his mouth: "This is a secret, now is not the time to tell it."

Han Qing let go of it and slammed it on the ground: "I won't be friends with you anymore."

He turned around and left, Xiaobudian grabbed his little feet: "Don't! I don't know! I just can be sure that your soul is the descendant of Zixia! I won't admit my mistake!!"

Han tilted his eyes and glanced at it: "Just ask, am I a descendant or a son?"

"Son." Xiao BuDian answered honestly.

"But I'm only 20 years old, and Master Zixia turned into a sword spirit a hundred years ago."

Hearing this, the head of Kunlun came over and listened curiously.

Xiao Budian thought about it, and said: "Because you are not only 20 years old, but your real age is [-] years old."

"..." The truth was so exciting that Han Qing couldn't believe it, "Can you say it again?"

"Don't you think it's strange? Why was your spiritual power sealed by someone? Why did that person seal your spiritual power? Is it to protect you? No, it's to seal your memory of the past 70 years." Little Dot said Everything I know, "I don't know why you let Sword Immortal do this. After that, you exchanged souls with Xing Luo, so you are not soul-wearing, but returning to your original body."

Han Qing said: "Impossible, isn't Han Qing a high school student? Li Chengfeng and his childhood sweetheart, the two grew up together since elementary school."

Xiao Budian shrugged: "I also don't understand this. Logically, you should always look like an adult. It is impossible to grow up with Li Chengfeng."

Han Qingdao: "You said that our souls have been exchanged, so you mean that 'Xing Luo' might not be dead? He might still be alive?"

The little guy said: "Theoretically, if either of you dies, you will get back your soul. If you return to Han Qing's body, he will also return to Xing Luo's body. Do you remember where Xing Luo died? Maybe We can find him. Also, don't you have memories of before you were seven years old?"

When Han Qing heard this, his brows frowned. He really didn't think about it carefully. He was led up the mountain by the head master when he was seven years old, and it was after that that he started to remember it. It was only after the little one said that he discovered the truth. It said that he didn't have any memory before the age of seven. It is logical that children of that age already remember things, so it is impossible to have no memory at all.

"Because you were attached to Xing Luo at that time, and when you have a memory, you will know why you did this."

Han Qing nodded: "Should I just wait for the sword fairy to undo my seal?"

"The trouble should end it."

The head of Kunlun said: "Then he is the son of Master Zixia, is it my son?"

The little guy got stuck for a moment: "In theory, yes."

"What is it, in theory?"

"It's a father-son relationship by blood, but you don't know his existence since he was born. He was brought up by a sword fairy. You haven't fulfilled the slightest responsibility and obligation. Emotionally, you are not qualified to be his father."

Xuan Ming heard the important point, and asked, "Is he brought up by a sword fairy?"

The little guy said: "No, he is the adopted son of the Sword Immortal, and he practiced with the Sword Immortal. That is 70 years of friendship."

It bit the accent on 70 years, and Han Qing saw Xuanming's brows twitch, and went to the side sullenly.

Han Qing quickly went up to comfort him: "Xuan Ming, don't listen to the nonsense of the little one, the sword fairy is true love for you."

"You don't have to comfort me."

"Really, when I met Sword Immortal, he was very cold to me, and he didn't seem to have any feelings for me at all."

"He is indifferent to everyone." Xuan Ming said coldly.

Han Qing wanted to say something more, but suddenly remembered a very tragic thing: "So, I'm already one hundred and seven years old, and I can be your grandfather."

"..." This topic is a bit far away, Xuan Ming can't react.

Han Qing was overwhelmed with grief: "I thought I was ten years younger, but I turned out to be decades older! I'm already a grandfather, how can I talk to you..."

He suddenly got stuck, what are you talking about?What is he going to do with Xuan Ming?My mind took a big turn, and I didn't understand it for a while: "I thought I could grow old with you, but I am already old."

"you are young."

"I'm surprised that my appearance hasn't changed at all in the past three years. I'm only 17 years old, so I should still change. Alas, I'm a hundred years old, and I'm getting old."

"..."

Han Qing was immersed in the sadness of being 80 years old out of thin air, and looked at Xuan Ming with kindness in his eyes: "I'm not your grandfather, you can call me brother."

Xuan Ming turned his head, completely ignoring him.

Han Qing looked at the back of his head, pursed his lips, as if there was a void in his heart, indescribably lost.He suddenly felt sad, but he didn't know where his sadness was.

The head of Kunlun walked up to him, and said to the point: "Are you thinking about old cows eating young grass?"

"..." There was a question mark on Han Qing's forehead.

"You are an old cow, and he is a tender grass." The head of Kunlun bared his teeth and smiled, "At first I thought that you two were of the same age and were a match made in heaven, but now it seems that I was very wrong. You can be his grandfather. I'm eating tender grass."

Han Qing clutched his chest, and immediately understood the reason for the loss, so his heart was blocked.