Chapter 6, Deceased

How is Grandpa Liu's health, Zimo

Thus, the old gentleman had long seen through life and death. Surrounded by a house full of children and grandchildren, he was truly content. After drifting for thirty to forty years, he could finally return to his roots, and he had no other desires.

Liu Yunjiao has three sons and seven grandsons, with several great-grandsons as well. However, among them, only Liu Zimo has the perseverance to endure hardships in martial arts training and has achieved success. He is thus selecting the third generation successor of his lineage.

The elderly man on the sickbed coughed violently for a while, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood and phlegm, his expression seemed to awaken. He raised his head and, with great difficulty, looked around at the faces of those present before softly saying: "A broken jar will not leave the well, and a general is bound to perish on the battlefield. I, Liu Yunjiao, have experienced many ups and downs in my life; to die in bed is already a great fortune!"

Zi Mo, do not cry anymore, take care!

The old man nodded, turned to his second son, and said: "Er, in the future, the Eight Extremes lineage must be passed on to Zi Mo, did you hear? However, this kid also needs to learn some culture; a mere martial artist will not suffice"

Grandfather

Father

"Everyone disperse, who in this world can escape death? What is there to cry about?"

Old... old boss, help... help...

There were more than 300 vehicles solely for the funeral, with over 1,000 people participating in this ceremony, during which police were deployed to maintain order

As the elderly person is about to depart, Qin Feng, who has become much more cheerful over the past six months, still carries a lingering shadow of unresolved gloom between his brows

Dad, I understand. Please rest assured, I will definitely do as you said

Good, Zimo, thank you

Liu Yunjiao took a deep breath, a flush of crimson appeared on his gray-white face, and his spirit seemed to improve a few notches compared to before. He supported himself with his hands on the bed board and surprisingly sat up.

Looking at their emaciated old father, the Liu brothers were filled with tears. They understood in their hearts that this was a sign of their father's fleeting vitality, and it was likely that he would not survive through today.

This sudden change has stripped the entire Liu family's New Year of any festive atmosphere, and Liu Zimo's father has also rushed back from the island, as the old man is seriously ill and it is feared that his time may truly be drawing near

In this situation, Qin Feng could only contribute his meager efforts, arriving at the Liu family every morning to serve tea and water to the guests, and only dragging his weary body back to sleep at night when there were no more people around, to the extent that he almost neglected his sister.

Although Mr. Liu has not been in the mainland for several decades, he was once renowned in his early years and left behind extensive connections in the martial world. Therefore, his funeral cannot be conducted in a simple manner

"Yes, Father, I will teach Zimo well." Liu Jiacheng replied respectfully.

This is also a significant matter, as the direct descendants of the Liu family must attend. Therefore, after completing the funeral in the mainland, they will immediately return to the island. There, many old comrades from the elder's military days are present, but for various reasons, they are unable to attend the funeral in the mainland

Qin Feng supported Liu Zimo, who was on the verge of fainting from crying, helping him to put on the mourning attire. At that moment, Qin Feng's eyes were also filled with tears; this was the first time he had shed tears since the passing of his parents.

Zimo, don't be sad; perhaps Grandpa Liu will get better after all

Liu Zimo's eyes were bloodshot, clearly having just cried. Having followed the old master since childhood, he had a deep bond with his grandfather. He could not accept that his once formidable grandfather had now become like this.

Just as Qin Feng and Liu Zimo were conversing, a sudden urgent shout came from inside the room. Liu Zimo was taken aback for a moment, quickly lifted the heavy curtain, and entered the room. Qin Feng followed closely behind him and also stepped inside.

Dad, please don't say that, you will get better!

Liu Zimo took out a stack of money and stuffed it into Qin Feng's pocket. He was the closest to the old man on the day of his passing and naturally understood the meaning of his grandfather's last few words

Upon seeing the old gentleman sit up, everyone was immediately astonished and rushed to the bedside. Liu Zimo, outside, was in tears, with them streaming down his cheeks, yet he could not push his way to the front.

From the moment the old gentleman passed away, the funeral had already begun. After persuading the members of the Liu family to leave the room, someone bathed and dressed the old gentleman in his burial clothes

Seeing that his sons and grandsons had settled down, the old man began to discuss his final arrangements. Although it was said that his several sons were very filial and obedient, he could not guarantee that there would not be any disputes over property after his passing.

Looking at Qin Feng, Liu Yun's anxious face was filled with a sense of regret. Just as he was about to speak again, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, staining the front of his clothes a deep crimson.

Dad, what are you doing? Hurry up and lie down

Well, do not let others make a fool of you

When the news of the bereavement spread through phone calls and telegrams, this quiet little town suddenly became lively, with many robust individuals pouring in and *seeking* books every day

Qin Feng was not being pretentious; he accepted the money. Usually, he pushed a nearly falling-apart cart to collect scrap materials. Although it carried a fair amount, it could not travel far, far less convenient than a tricycle.

The old man's face displayed a grayish-white hue, a sign that one is nearing death. The three Liu brothers, being well-informed and experienced individuals, felt a deep sorrow in their hearts, their eyes brimming with tears

Regarding the old gentleman's death, the Liu family had actually been mentally prepared for it. The mourning attire and arrangements for the old gentleman's funeral had already been prepared. Naturally, a group of idle people came in and distributed the clothing to everyone.

The old man tightly grasped his eldest son with his right hand, but before he could finish a single sentence, the light in his eyes faded, his head drooped heavily, and there was no longer a trace of life in his body

Liu Yunjiao's eldest son is now over sixty years old. Benefiting from his father's influence, he has managed various relationships in Taiwan quite well. He has long since transitioned from a military career to business and is a prominent figure in Taiwan.

At this point, Qin Feng finally understood the status of this old gentleman in the martial world, for on the very day of the funeral, those who attended the old gentleman's memorial included not only his peers from the domestic martial community but also many overseas Chinese who had specifically returned from abroad.

The old man glared, and in that moment, there was no trace of his previous frailty; the former majesty seemed to return to him, and the room instantly fell silent.

Liu Yunjiao studied under the "Sharpshooter" Li Shuwen and, at a young age, made a significant name for himself in the martial arts community. He later joined the military, where he consistently led the charge in battles, not knowing how many times he had crawled out from among the dead.

A Feng, grandfather is probably not doing well; he no longer recognizes anyone

The mourning period will last for seven days. During these seven days, almost all the hotels in the town, including those in the city, are fully booked. The diverse mix of people from all walks of life has led to a significantly higher frequency of police presence than usual

Qin Feng patted his friend's shoulder, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but choke up. Since the great change at home, he had only felt that kind of familial warmth from the elderly.

He glanced at several of his sons and continued, "The affairs of the Eight Extremes Gate will be managed by the second son. This is not a profitable business; every year, one-tenth of the profits will be allocated to it. Eldest son, do you understand?"

The Liu family, with several brothers, was busy not only expressing gratitude to those who came to pay their respects but also hosting numerous acquaintances from the martial arts community, leaving them with no time to spare. Even Liu Zimo and the other young ones were called into service.

Sometimes the doctor would not allow him to enter the room, so Qin Feng would stand at the door braving the cold wind, fearing that he would not know when the old gentleman passed away. This, however, made the Liu family, from top to bottom, hold a favorable impression of Qin Feng, this young man who was deeply loyal and affectionate.

Seeing that Qin Feng was about to refuse again, Liu Zimo hurriedly said: "A Feng, don't decline. Go buy a tricycle; you can collect more things every day. Consider it a loan from your brother!"

However, in recent days, several elders of the Liu family have been extremely busy, not even managing to get a stable night's sleep, and naturally, they have no time to attend to Qin Feng. Only Liu Zimo still keeps him in mind

Silly child, who can escape death? I, your grandfather, have traversed the world throughout my life; this life has been worth it!

Cough... cough...

Although he can no longer engage in discussions about the past and present with the old gentleman, Qin Feng, who has long regarded him as a mentor in his heart, still visits the old gentleman every morning

Liu Yunjiao laughed loudly upon hearing this, and his eyes suddenly swept over to Qin Feng, who was following behind his grandson. He couldn't help but stop laughing abruptly.

"I am not feeling well; I know my own body."

No matter how mature Liu Zimo becomes, he is still just a child of around ten years old. At this moment, he could no longer hold back, pushed through the crowd, and knelt before his grandfather, crying uncontrollably.

At the moment the old gentleman passed away, a thunderous wail erupted in the room, and everyone fell to their knees before the window, with sorrowful emotions permeating the entire Liu family courtyard

After studying antique appreciation with Old Master Liu for more than half a year, the weather gradually turned colder. Just a few days before the New Year, the elderly gentleman, whose health had never been very good, suddenly fell ill.

A Feng, take this money. I know that before grandfather passed away, he entrusted your care to uncle, but he didn't finish his words before... before...

Dad, are you awake? Do you feel better?

After the funeral, Liu Zimo found Qin Feng. Although the old man left a will before his passing, there is another copy with the lawyer. He requested that half of his ashes be scattered in Sun Moon Lake on the island.

Listen carefully, the industries of the island are controlled by the eldest. The second and third each receive dividends annually, with the third receiving an additional ten percent. This is for Zimo

You... you child, the calamity is not far away, and... I also do not know if you can survive this tribulation

When Liu Yunjiao followed the remnants of the defeated army to the island, he took both his eldest and youngest sons with him, leaving only the second son at home. Among the three brothers, his skills were the most refined, effectively inheriting the tradition of Baji Quan.

Grandfather, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die!

A-Feng, I will be returning to Taiwan with my father and the others tomorrow. Please take care of yourself, and I will be back soon