Cui Hui was much softer than she thought.

After years of resentment, all the old grievances turned into sighs in front of my mother's mourning hall.

She forced herself to feel tired and looked down at him.

My father, who was always gentle and elegant in my memory, was actually old, and she had lost a close relative of blood, and the rest of her life was a little bit too bad. She was afraid that she would spend the rest of her life in regret. Cui Hui said: "Before my mother died... I left you a last word. She said that she didn't hate you much about the past, but she just hated God to mess with others."

I hate this world where ordinary people find it difficult to live in peace.

Cui Xiao didn't respond to her words, and Cui Hui was too lazy to care whether he could hear it: "My mother also said that she actually has a place where she can't live with you. If Ah Weng hadn't had a child in his whole life and had too much obsession, with your temper, he might not have gone to those muddy waters."

Who can be a good person who is a bandit from his ancestors?

By Ahon's generation, the world became even more chaotic.

It is difficult for men to raise, and Ah Weng has only Ah Niang, a daughter in his life, so bloodline is too difficult to continue. It is probably because of God's favor that he accidentally adopted a child son-in-law. This child son-in-law happened to have the talent of cultivation that only high-ranking masters can have. Ah Weng couldn't help but have other thoughts. If this son-in-law can make a name for himself, wouldn't the past of the Cui family be erased?

Descendants can also be honest and upright, instead of continuing to stay in the mountains and forests, and worrying all day long like mice.

Over time, this became a heart disease of Ahon.

And his father, he also agreed with Ahon's plan.

As time goes by, Cui Hui also tries to understand his parents' difficulties.

Before her death, the mother also tried to untie her daughter's knot.

[Some things cannot be blamed entirely on filial piety and brothers.]

He didn't feel anything when he stayed in the village, but he had to face the naked reality from reality. The gap was so big that people he regarded as treasures became scum that everyone else could despise.

Not to mention the rest, just talking about the children's marriage in the future, but the in-laws' blood that ruined him, he would be crazy just thinking about it.

His elder sister should have the title of title and imperial edict, and his children should have inherited official titles. This family of Cui can glorify the family. Since then, he has completely got rid of the bandits, and no one dares to make a comedy and ridicule. However, he never thought that this road would cost such a great price. How could he not hate Qi Yuanliang who interfered? How could he not hate himself who was an executioner?

Cui Xiaomuran listened to her daughter's retelling.

Wuliu laughed: "She deserves to be weird."

At least this time it should be weird.

Cui Hui didn't understand the implicit meaning, but she didn't go into it.

The son brought Cui Xiao a bowl of warm water and sighed: "The temple has limited material resources. My father first drinks some warm water to moisten his throat. Don't make himself too embarrassed, for fear that my mother will be uneasy when she sees it."

Cui Xiao finished drinking in silence.

Handing the wooden bowl back, he finally saw his son clearly.

My son was so uncomfortable that he was staring at him. He touched his face that had not been washed for two days. The fat meat under his fingertips was bulging, and he stretched out the young Shi Junxiu's facial features. He looked at it more than one number: "Isn't this...becoming fat in middle age?"

He squatted beside his old father, and he was two of them one by one.

Clothes made in sanitation all year round are all fabrics.

Cui Xiao turned his eyes back in a word and said in a hoarse voice: "It's not easy for your mother to recognize you."

Ke Wu likes good colors, how could my sister not have this hobby?

His son was born with a lovely hand-carved jade, and he went from a baby to a teenager. He thought the flowering period was long, but he never thought that he would be ruined in middle age. His son turned his head and looked at the coffin, and his mouth twitched slightly: "Mother doesn't think his son is ugly."

If he doesn't get fat, he will not recognize him.

Speaking of which, during the holidays, my mother is indeed closer to his children and Big Bear Ermi, and she talks concisely to him, but he thinks that this is because of his maturity and stability. Both parents and children are old, and it is not appropriate to hug him like before.

Cui Xiao looked at the coffin: "I'll hate it."

My sister said that she would not like the child too ugly.

The son muttered indignation: "That must be a joke."

The more I talk, the less confident I feel.

When he was young, he was also a handsome young man from all over the country. However, his life was too comfortable and he didn't control his mouth. In just half a year, his cheeks were more than two round and his jawline ran away from home. That year, the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet, and his mother came to reunite from the temple. His eyes were straight, and his expression seemed to be thousands of words, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Looking back now, I guess it's not a good thing.

He pursed his lips as if he was a child, and was about to make a few words of excuses - someone who is middle-aged and whose children can grow up in two years, he will be fatter and ugly, and he doesn't need to be a son-in-law for others, and his wife doesn't dislike him - as long as his defense begins, he sees his father looking away.

son:"……"

Cui Zhi: "..."

The problem of good color may not depend on my mother-in-law.

Before keeping the spirit, Cui Xiao had to deal with some things.

For example, in the foot of the mountain, I'm waiting for news.

"If I haven't returned for a long time, I'm afraid I'll have a misunderstanding and disturb my sister's last purity." Cui Xiao bent down and picked up the dusty knife and patted it. He closed his eyes and opened it again. If he ignored the red and swollen eyes, he could no longer see a very obvious sad look on his face.

Cui Zhi stood up and followed him: "The son-in-law gave his father-in-law a journey."

Cui Xiao looked at Cui Zhi who was following him and sneered.

"You have the courage to come."

Cui Zhi was also calm: "My mother has not passed the seventh year of her first life."

If the other party is really shameless and takes advantage of his actions when he sends him down the mountain, Cui Zhi can only admit that he is unlucky. The father-in-law and son-in-law are speechless all the way, and Cui Zhi stops a few miles away from the Eternal Life Cultivator. He is calm on his face, but he is observing carefully in his heart.

Most of the Eternal Congregants are chaotic.

Where can the mobs know what to arrange troops?

Wherever you go, it feels like a locust crossing the border, in a mess.

It is difficult to make a climate if it is just loose sand.

The one in front of me is different.

It can be seen from various locations that it has been trained by people. Even if it is incomparable to regular soldiers who have experienced many battles, it is still better than many of them compared to the mobs who fight alone like scattered sand. I am afraid it has a lot to do with him, the old Taishan.

Cui Zhizheng thought, and Old Taishan came out.

After dressing up as a mourning person, he was replaced with a bright color.

Cui Xiaodao: "It's over, let's go."

There was another silence going up the mountain.

Cui Zhi used his light to observe Lao Taishan secretly, sighing in his heart that the other party was tough in his heart. If the person lying on the coffin was Ke Wu, he would probably find it difficult for him to recover his rationality in the short term. Lao Taishan not only calmed down, but also remembered the important things in his mind, but also made a special explanation.

He could understand the other party, and it was probably indifferent to Ke Wu's eyes.

In a short while, the night is quiet.

Cui Zhi and his brother-in-law accompanied Lao Taishan to guard the spirits.

Cui Xiao glanced at his son: "What are you doing here?"

My son was almost choked and said angrily: "Even if I am 'good and people change', my father shouldn't have complained about me in front of my mother. I was worried that you would cry again and then... I thought it was a donkey's liver and lungs. Whenever I fell asleep, I would definitely sue you!"

Cui Xiaodao: "Annoying."

My son was so angry that his forehead was thunderous.

But I still didn't do anything to leave.

Even if he wants to leave, his father should leave!

Cui Zhi: "..."

Cui Xiao looked at the altar and murmured: "No more."

No one in this world can make him cry like this.

The first seven nights were particularly long. Cui Xiao looked out the door from time to time, looking forward to the news about her with a gust of night wind, but unfortunately, there was no wind until dawn all night. Cui Zhi chose a Feng Shui treasure land on the mountain two days ago and ordered people to dig a grave.

"Time is tight, and I will repair a new tomb for my mother in the next day."

Carry the coffin and bury it, and see the new soil and bury the grave until it is completely covered.

Cui Xiao arranged the offerings and stared at the tombstone that had not been engraved for a long time: "Sister, I will not let you wait too long."

Because there was something wrong in the temple, Cui Hui went down the mountain one step ahead of time.

After the processing was completed, I waited for her brother to come.

"Where is Ah Father and the Supreme Good?"

"Brother-in-law and the others are following you?"

Cui Hui shook her head: "No."

"This, there is only one way up the mountain. I have been here for a while and I haven't seen anyone come down..." As he said that, he wanted to go up the mountain to find him again. He knew his father, except for the eldest brother, never recognized other people as the husband of his elder sister. "Isn't my father going to take the opportunity to show off his old style with his brother-in-law? His temperament..."

I want to speak but stop, but I want to speak.

My father was a deputy to Ahon for several years, so no matter how much he learned poetry, books and words, he could not completely eliminate the bandits' plunder and domineering nature. His brother-in-law was going to suffer unrestrained disasters.

Cui Huihan looked: "I don't understand him, either!"

That's it, but he's still honest in his actions.
To be continued...