Listening to Yuan Zhenshan's story, Lin Beiyang was shocked.

"Senior, what happens after that?" Lin Beiyang never thought that Yuan Zhenshan would have such an experience after the battle at Mount Taihua.

Yuan Zhenshan smiled helplessly, "Later, Zhang Kuai left Qing'er in Sushan Palace, and I became what I am now."

"Ah?" Lin Beiyang leaned closer to Yuan Zhenshan, "Does the palace master really accept your son as his disciple?"

"There are so many rules in Sushan Palace. If you want to be exposed to "Qianyuan Jue", you need the top disciples in the sect. The situation was urgent at that time, and it was impossible to recruit disciples in a serious way, and it was easy to be criticized. For someone like

For a leader like Zhang Kuai, who has always shown himself to be unselfish and unselfish, falling into the blame would be tantamount to destroying his reputation."

"What's going on..." Lin Beiyang said doubtfully.

Yuan Zhenshan closed his eyes and continued to recall the scene at that time.

…

The foot of the hill.

Zhang Kuai held the dying Yuan Qing and looked at the pale child in his arms. Zhang Kuai frowned and said, "He was born with blocked muscles and veins and is able to survive until now. This child has a very tough life."

Yuan Zhenshan looked at Zhang Kuai with red eyes, "Palace Master, please."

Zhang Kuai sighed, "You have heard what I just told you. Even if I accept a disciple on the spot, it is too late. The rules of Sushan Palace are strict. If you want to be exposed to "Qianyuan Jue", you must be a top disciple. Even if I

Even though he is the lord of the first palace, he has no right to change this rule."

"Palace Master, then my son's life..."

"Don't be nervous, there is another way, I'm just afraid you won't agree." Zhang Kuai frowned and said.

Yuan Zhenshan immediately nodded repeatedly, "Palace Master, if you have any ideas, just tell me. As long as I can save Qing'er, I will agree to anything."

"Although "Qianyuan Jue" can only be learned by top disciples, "Qianyuan Jue" is after all a skill of my Zhang family. As long as your son can become a direct descendant of my Zhang family, he can practice "Qianyuan Jue"

, and the elders and disciples in the sect will not have any objections."

Zhang Kuai said slowly: "So my solution is to change your son's surname. From now on, he is no longer a member of your Yuan family, but a direct descendant of my Zhang family in Sushan Palace."

"What?" Yuan Zhenshan was stunned after hearing this. He changed his surname? Doesn't this mean giving away his son?

People often say that if you change your name, you should not change your surname. A name is not only a symbol of a person's identity, but also a symbol of a family's dignity.

Once Yuan Qing changes his surname to Zhang, then his generation of gun king will really lose his face and lose face in public.

"This is the only way. Sushan Palace has the rules of Sushan Palace, and the rules cannot be broken." Zhang Kuai said helplessly. As the master of a palace, of course he knows that rules are like a dyke. The so-called "thousand-mile journey"

The embankment collapsed in an ant nest, and Zhang Kuai would never allow this ant nest to appear.

Yuan Zhenshan clenched his fists and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked at his precious son and gritted his teeth, "As long as I can cure Qing'er, I will do anything."

Zhang Kuai was filled with emotion and looked at Yuan Zhenshan, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, "Okay, Mr. Yuan, don't worry, your young master will be safe and sound."

"Thank you, Palace Master..." When Yuan Zhenshan said this, his teeth were about to be broken.

Yuan Qing, who was lying in Zhang Kuai's arms, struggled to open her eyes and looked at Yuan Zhenshan in front of her, "Dad..."

Although the child's voice was weak, it hurt Yuan Zhenshan's heart, "Qing'er, dad is sorry for you and your mother, you must get better..."

Seeing Yuan Zhenshan's painful look, Zhang Kuai shook his head helplessly, "Mr. Yuan, we will meet again later..."

An ethereal voice sounded in the air, and Zhang Kuai took Yuan Qing directly back to Sushan Palace.

Yuan Zhenshan sat slumped at the foot of Sushan Palace, as if he had lost his soul. In this way, Yuan Zhenshan sat at the foot of the mountain all night, and it was not until the early morning of the next day that he left Qiushan like a walking corpse.

…

Three years later, when Yuan Zhenshan, his face covered with stubble and lost his soul, came to the foot of Qiushan again on crutches, he found a child with white hair meditating at the foot of the mountain.

Although this boy had white hair, Yuan Zhenshan still recognized him at a glance. This was his son Yuan Qing.

At this time, Yuan Qing's face was rosy and shiny, she had grown a lot taller and fatter, and more importantly, she was energetic.

Yuan Zhenshan looked at Yuan Qing with red eyes and excitement. Just as he was about to leave, a figure stopped in front of him. When he looked closely, he saw that it was Zhang Kuai.

"Palace Master, I...I want to see my son." Yuan Zhenshan pointed at Yuan Qing's back and said eagerly.

Zhang Kuai frowned and shook his head, "Not now, it took me three years to get my disciples to recognize him as the legitimate son of the Zhang family.

Now is a critical period. If you show up to meet him at this time, all my efforts will be in vain. Your son will have to leave Sushan Palace. His condition has just been relieved and he still needs "Qianyuan Jue".

》Stabilize the muscles and veins, are you going to waste all your efforts over the past three years?"

After listening to Zhang Kuai's words, Yuan Zhenshan hesitated for a long time, stared at Yuan Qing's back for a long time, and just watched Yuan Qing return to Qiushan.

Yuan Zhenshan shook his head helplessly, "Thank you, Palace Master, I understand."

…

Another three years passed.

When Yuan Zhenshan came to Sushan Palace again, he seemed to be a completely different person. His whole body was covered in dirt, his clothes were ragged and in tatters, and he also exuded a disgusting smell.

Watching the white-haired young man dancing with a sword and playing with a gun at the foot of the mountain, Yuan Zhenshan smiled excitedly. Six years later, Yuan Qing has grown up and become more and more handsome.

The next second, Zhang Kuai appeared behind Yuan Zhenshan again, "Do you still want to recognize your son?"

"It's been six years since our father and son separated. I just want to see him." Yuan Zhenshan said weakly.

Yuan Zhenshan shook his head sadly, "Unfortunately, I can't promise you this. Qing'er has a good talent in martial arts, and I like him very much. If I let him practice martial arts in Sushan Palace, I am sure that I can train him into a first-class master.

"

"That's my son. As a father, I will naturally worry about what path my son will take..." Yuan Zhenshan clenched his fists.

Zhang Kuai's face remained calm, "Yuan Zhenshan, don't forget what you promised six years ago. From then on, Qing'er changed his surname to Zhang, and he is a direct descendant of my Zhang family. His name is Zhang Qing now, not Yuan Qing."

"I..." The words came to his lips and were swallowed back. Yuan Zhenshan felt helpless and leaned against the corner, drinking to drown his sorrows.

…

Five years later.

This is the third time Yuan Zhenshan has seen his son. Now Yuan Qing is the young master of Sushan Palace. Standing at the foot of Qiu Mountain again, Yuan Zhenshan smiled proudly as he watched Yuan Qing instruct his juniors on their martial arts training postures.

At this time, he no longer looked like a gun king, and was slovenly and dirty, but the son in front of him looked bright and bright, looking like a rich man.

Suddenly, an old man appeared behind him again. Zhang Kuai looked at Yuan Zhenshan and stroked his beard, "You are really persistent. Eleven years have passed and you still want to take your son away."

"Palace Master, don't worry, I won't take Qing'er away, nor will I recognize you. I just want to see Qing'er." Yuan Zhenshan said helplessly.

Zhang Kuai looked at Yuan Zhenshan, frowning, and Yuan Zhenshan smiled slowly, "Really, as I am now, Qing'er will also suffer if you follow me, but it will be better here."

Zhang Kuai slowly relaxed his heart and turned around and said, "Qing'er is fine with me. You don't have to worry. It's up to you to think more about yourself."

Yuan Zhenshan nodded with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, Lord, for your trouble."

Seeing his son's high-spirited appearance while he looked like this, Yuan Zhenshan felt sad in his heart.

…

Listening to Yuan Zhenshan's words, Lin Beiyang was extremely shocked, "What do you mean, that white-haired boy is your son Yuan Qing?"

Yuan Zhenshan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then shook his head, "Now he is not my son Yuan Qing, but the young master Zhang Qing of Sushan Palace."

"No wonder..." Lin Beiyang suddenly realized what happened in Luozhou City today. No wonder Yuan Zhenshan had such a big reaction after seeing the white-haired man. It turned out to be like this.

Lin Beiyang sighed, "Are you really not considering getting to know your son? After so many years, he should know who his biological father is. After all, he was three years old when he was taken away."

Yuan Zhenshan gave a helpless smile and shook his head, "No, let's forget it. I'm not a qualified father. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have been seriously injured, and his mother wouldn't have died because of it. I'm sorry for their mother and son.

, I have no face to see him, I dare not recognize him."

Having said that, judging from Yuan Zhenshan's behavior during the day today, he really wanted to recognize his son, really wanted to, but the self-blame in his heart made him afraid to recognize him.

Lin Beiyang sat next to Yuan Zhenshan, "You are not your son, how do you know what he thinks? I still think that your son may want to see you as his biological father."

Yuan Zhenshan burst into tears after what he said. Yuan Zhenshan wiped his tears and smiled softly, "Xiaobei, thank you for your comfort, but I think as long as he can grow up healthily and happily, it doesn't matter if he doesn't recognize him. You said

right."

Lin Beiyang sighed, "Yes, I think this is the wish of all fathers."

Lin Beiyang thought of his father Lin Tianxiao, and maybe he thought the same thing on the day Lin Tianxiao died.

Yuan Zhenshan stood up and stretched, "Okay, let's not talk about these sad things. Xiaobei, thank you for comforting the old man. After telling these things, I feel much more relaxed."

Lin Beiyang squeezed out a smile and said, "No, thank you, senior, for trusting me so much and telling me this."

"Hahaha." Yuan Zhenshan looked at Lin Beiyang with a smile, "Then after listening to what I say, do you still want to go to Yangzhou to become a disciple?"

"I...I don't know either..."

"I'm not inferior to Jieyun Zhao in terms of spear skills, but I don't know if you dare to learn it." Yuan Zhenshan said, stroking his beard.

Lin Beiyang looked at Yuan Zhenshan with surprise on his face, "You...are you willing to accept me as your disciple?"

"You only have this opportunity, you have to seize it."

"Master..."


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