Chapter 6

"Zimo, how is Grandpa Liu doing?"

Having studied antiques with Grandpa Liu for more than half a year, the weather gradually turned colder. Just a few days before the New Year, the old man, who was already in poor health, suddenly fell ill.

This sudden change made the Liu family's New Year completely devoid of any festive atmosphere. Zimo's father also rushed back from Taiwan, as the old man's condition was severe, and there was a fear that he might not last much longer.

Although he could no longer listen to the old man talk about ancient and modern times, Qin Feng, who had long regarded him as a master, still visited him every morning.

Sometimes the doctor wouldn't let him in, so Qin Feng would stand outside the door in the cold, afraid that he might miss the old man's departure. This earned him the Liu family's deep affection for his loyalty.

"Afeng, Grandpa is not doing well. He doesn't even recognize people anymore."

Liu Zimo's eyes were red, clearly having just cried. Having grown up with the old man, he had a deep bond with his grandfather and found it hard to accept the transformation of the once mighty grandfather into his current state.

"Zimo, don't be sad. Maybe Grandpa Liu will get better."

Qin Feng patted his friend's shoulder, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but choke up. After the major changes in his family, he had only felt the warmth of family from the old man.

With the old man about to pass away, the gloom that had been lingering in Qin Feng's eyes for the past half year had not dissipated.

"Father, you're awake? Do you feel better?"

Just as Qin Feng and Liu Zimo were talking, a sudden urgent shout came from the inner room. Liu Zimo was taken aback and quickly lifted the thick curtain, entering the room, with Qin Feng following behind.

"Cough... cough..."

The old man on the sickbed coughed violently for a while, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his expression seemed to clear up. He raised his head and looked around the faces of the people gathered, then said softly, "A pot will not break unless it falls into a well, and a general will not die unless he falls in battle. I, Liu Yunjiao, have had a tumultuous life, and to die in bed is already a great fortune!"

Liu Yunjiao, a disciple of "God of Guns" Li Shuwen, had made a name for himself in the martial world at a young age. He later joined the military and fought bravely in every battle, escaping death many times.

Thus, the old man had long seen through life and death. With a house full of children and grandchildren, he was truly content. After wandering for three or four decades, he could finally return to his roots, and he had no other desires.

"Father, don't say that. You will get better!"

Seeing their emaciated father, the Liu brothers were all in tears. They knew that this was a sign of a last burst of energy before death, and it was unlikely that he would make it through the day.

The old man's face was ashen, a sign of impending death. The three Liu brothers, all experienced men, felt a deep sadness and their eyes were filled with tears.

"I won't get better. I know my own body."

Liu Yunjiao took a deep breath, and a flush appeared on his ashen face. His spirit seemed to improve, and he supported himself on the bed, managing to sit up.

"Father, what are you doing? Lie down quickly!"

Seeing the old man sit up, everyone was shocked and rushed to the bedside. Liu Zimo, standing outside, tears streaming down his face, couldn't get to the front.

"Everyone, step back. Who can escape death? Why cry?"

The old man glared, and the former vigor seemed to return to him. The room fell silent.

"Listen carefully. The business in Taiwan will be managed by the eldest son. The second and third sons will receive dividends. The third son will get an extra share, which is for Zimo..."

Seeing his sons and grandsons calm down, the old man began to make arrangements for his affairs. Although his sons were all filial and obedient, he couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't quarrel over property after his death.

He scanned their faces and continued, "The Eight Extremes School will be managed by the second son. This is not a profitable business, and one-tenth of the profits will be donated each year. Eldest son, do you understand?"

When Liu Yunjiao went to Taiwan with the defeated troops, he took his eldest and third sons, leaving the second son at home. The second son's martial arts skills were the most refined, making him the heir to the Eight Extremes Fist.

"Father, I understand. I will do as you say."

Liu Yunjiao's eldest son was already over sixty, and under his father's influence, he had good relations in Taiwan and had long abandoned martial arts for business, becoming a respected figure there.

"Good, don't let anyone mock you."

The old man nodded and turned to his second son, saying, "Second son, the Eight Extremes lineage will be passed to Zimo. Do you hear me? But this boy must also learn culture; a mere martial artist won't do."

Liu Yunjiao had three sons and seven grandsons, with several great-grandchildren. However, only Liu Zimo was willing to endure the hardships of martial arts and had achieved some success, making him the chosen successor of the third generation.

"Yes, Father, I will teach Zimo well."

Liu Zimo, though mature, was still just a child of ten. He could no longer hold back and pushed through the crowd, kneeling before his grandfather and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Foolish child, who can escape death? Your grandfather has roamed the four seas and lived a life worth living!"

Liu Yunjiao laughed loudly, but his eyes suddenly fell on Qin Feng, who was standing behind his grandson. His laughter abruptly stopped.

"You... you, the calamity is not far off. I... I don't know if you can survive this ordeal."

Looking at Qin Feng, Liu Yunjiao's face was full of regret. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, staining his shirt red.

"Eldest... son, help..."

The old man's right hand tightly gripped his eldest son, but before he could finish his sentence, his eyes lost their light, and his head fell heavily, his body lifeless.

"Father..."

"Grandfather..."

At the moment of the old man's passing, the room was filled with loud cries. Everyone knelt before the window, and the Liu family compound was filled with sorrow.

The Liu family had long been prepared for the old man's death, and the mourning clothes and arrangements were already in place. The family quickly distributed the mourning clothes to everyone.

"Zimo, stop crying, take care of yourself!"

Qin Feng supported Liu Zimo, who was almost fainting from crying, and helped him put on the mourning clothes. Qin Feng's eyes were also filled with tears, the first time he had cried since his parents' death.

From the moment the old man passed away, the funeral began. After persuading the family to leave the room, someone bathed and dressed the old man in his burial clothes.

Although the old man had been away from the mainland for decades, he had a great reputation and extensive connections in the martial world. His funeral could not be simple.

When the news of his death was spread through phone calls and telegrams, the quiet town suddenly became bustling, with many strong and fit people pouring in every day.

The funeral would last seven days, during which the town and city hotels were almost fully occupied. The mix of people from various backgrounds made the police presence much higher than usual.

The Liu brothers had to thank those who came to pay their respects and receive many martial world comrades, keeping them busy. Even the half-grown children like Liu Zimo were enlisted to help.

In this situation, Qin Feng could only do his best, arriving at the Liu family compound early every morning to serve tea and water to the guests, and returning home late at night, exhausted, almost neglecting his sister.

It was only then that Qin Feng realized the old man's status in the martial world. On the day of the funeral, not only did many martial world comrades from the mainland attend, but also many overseas Chinese who had returned specifically for the occasion.

There were over three hundred cars in the funeral procession, and more than a thousand people attended the funeral, with police maintaining order throughout.

"Afeng, I will be returning to Taiwan with my father tomorrow. Take care of yourself. I will be back soon!"

After the funeral, Liu Zimo found Qin Feng. Although the old man had left a will before his death, there was another one with the lawyer, which required that half of his ashes be scattered in Sun Moon Lake in Taiwan.

This was a significant matter, and the Liu family's direct line had to attend. After the funeral on the mainland, they would immediately return to Taiwan, where many of the old man's military comrades, unable to come to the mainland, would also attend.

"Afeng, take this money. I know Grandpa wanted Uncle to take care of you, but he didn't finish saying it..."

Liu Zimo took out a stack of money and stuffed it into Qin Feng's pocket. He was the closest to the old man when he passed away and knew the meaning of his last words.

However, the Liu family's elders had been extremely busy, not even getting a good night's sleep, and had no time to think about Qin Feng. Only Liu Zimo remembered.

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