Beautiful mother uses 18 martial arts to teach the whole network how to be a good person

[Tracing the origin - Uncle Mao (Qi Qingyu), in his previous life, was a human being, born in the 29th year of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty in China, named Qingyu, female, the only daughter of a wealthy family; in his previous life, he was a royal treasure during the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty...]

Han Bingbing couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. It was actually the reincarnation of jade?

"Can we find out the relationship between the last two lives?"

[Tracing the origins - Uncle Mao (Qi Qingyu), father Qi Aiguo, mother Du Lanying, grandfather Qi Guangcheng, grandmother Gao Fengchun, (adoptive) great-grandfather Qi Zhihong, great-grandfather Tian…]

[Tracing the origin - Qingyu, father Chen Zhenguan, mother Qingque, maternal grandfather Qing Geqiang, maternal grandmother Huang Yang, grandfather Chen...]

Han Bingbing's brows were knitted together. Even though her Fox family had many branches and relatives, she really couldn't understand the kinship pointed out by the Tracing Mirror.

[Master, the tracing mirror traces people according to the closeness of their relationship. You can just look at the first few.]

Seeing that Uncle Cat across from her finally focused his eyes on her, Han Bingbing spoke softly, "I haven't had time to thank you for your song yet. It gave me a very good stage score."

Uncle Cat waved his hands quickly, "No, no, you're too polite. It's because of your strong professional skills. The momentum exuded by your sword dance interprets this song perfectly!"

Han Bingbing smiled and glanced at the corner of the main hall calmly.

"I asked you to come here today because I have something personal to ask of you."

Uncle Cat pushed the frame and said, "Please tell me. I will do my best to do what I can."

"Excuse me, I heard your real name is Qi Qingyu?"

Uncle Cat - Qi Qingyu nodded. He had already told Han Bingbing's assistant about this, so there was nothing to hide.

"Then may I ask, do you know Qi Zhihong?"

Qi Qingyu was stunned at first, then frowned, "I wonder why Teacher Han asked this question?"

Han Bingbing caught a glimpse of the gray shadow that was about to move around the corner, coughed lightly, and explained, "By chance, I recently met someone, and she said she and Mr. Qi Zhihong are old friends."

Qi Qingyu thought for a moment and spoke carefully, "Qi Zhihong is my great-grandfather."

"And who is your great-grandmother?"

"My great-grandmother's name is Qingyu."

With a "beep", Han Bingbing instantly stood up and flashed in front of Qi Qingyu, blocking the excited mute woman.

"Qiaogu, don't be anxious. Qiaogu!" Han Bingbing said sternly.

Feeling the soul power released from Han Bingbing, the mute woman took a step back, staring at Qi Qingyu with her turbid eyes.

Qi Qingyu was so startled that he stood up and leaned forward to look at the "thing" that Han Bingbing was blocking.

Han Bingbing then stepped aside and introduced, "Sorry, Uncle Mao, let me introduce you. This is Qiaogu, the old friend of Mr. Qi I mentioned. Qiaogu, this is Mr. Qi's great-grandson Qi Qingyu."

Seeing someone in the courtyard looking into the main hall, Han Bingbing walked forward, closed the door of the main hall, and turned on the light.

"This Qiaogu can no longer speak, so I may have to help her translate what she wants to say next. Please don't mind."

Qi Qingyu nodded and sat down, and Han Bingbing signaled the mute woman to be patient.

"You just said your great-grandmother's name was Qingyu?"

Qi Qingyu clenched his fists and said, "Yes, my grandfather gave me this name because he was grateful to my great-grandfather and missed my great-grandmother."

"It's a coincidence. The original owner of this old house was also named Qingyu, and her husband's name was Qi Zhihong."

Qi Qingyu's narrow eyes behind the glasses suddenly widened, and after a while he suddenly punched the armrest.

"No wonder! Grandfather always said that my great-grandfather's hometown was in the south, but he could never tell exactly where it was. Could it be this island?!"

The gray shadow in front of them suddenly disappeared, and reappeared in front of them after a while, with a letter in his hand.

Qi Qingyu bravely took the letter. The yellowed letter paper was extremely fragile. He glanced at it and saw a few words written in traditional Chinese characters on it: "My wife, Yu Niang, I am writing to you..."

The bottom one was in a different font, and the signature was Guangsheng, which was not a name he had heard of.

He carefully looked at the postmark and the date on the signature, and recalled: "I think the dates are not too different. I heard from my father that my great-grandfather passed away early, and he really sacrificed himself for the revolution."

Han Bingbing asked the question in her mind, "Then is your grandfather the son of Mr. Qi's second great-grandmother?"

Qi Qingyu paused for a moment before she understood what she meant, and smiled, "My great-grandfather never remarried. My grandfather was his adopted son. He was almost ten years old when he followed his great-grandfather. His great-grandfather followed the revolutionary team northward, and later wandered around in the Central Plains. My grandfather also settled down in the Central Plains."

Seeing the two of them looking at him intently, Qi Qingyu looked away, "I heard from my father that my name was because I looked like a girl when I was young, so my grandfather was inspired and took the names of both my grandfather and grandmother."

"My grandfather was obsessed with finding the roots of my great-grandfather a few years ago, but now that he is old and in poor health, he has arranged for my father and me to do the work."

Suddenly, he remembered something, pulled out a photo from his phone, and handed it to Han Bingbing, "It is said that this piece of jade was a token of love given by my great-grandmother to my grandfather."

Han Bingbing enlarged it and showed it to the mute woman, who immediately trembled.

"That should be correct, right, Qiaogu?"

"So, Mr. Qi did not completely disappoint Yu Niang's sincerity, but he died before he could fulfill his ambitions, and was unable to fulfill his promise to return home."

Han Bingbing sighed and returned the phone to Qi Qingyu, "Qiaogu, should I tell this Mr. Qi about your 'wish'?"

The mute woman was silent for a while, then took out a few deeds from her bosom.

Han Bingbing relaxed her tense nerves and said, "Uncle Cat, this is what I want to ask of you."

"This old house was left by Qingyu. For decades, Qiaogu has been guarding it, waiting for Mr. Qi's descendants."

"Now that you are here, are you willing to become the new owner of this old house? Are you willing to set Qiaogu free?"

Qi Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and for the first time, she looked directly at the old woman in the gray shadow in front of her, "Qiaogu... Grandma, have you been guarding here all these years?"

The dumb woman remained silent.

Qi Qingyu felt an inexplicable sour feeling in her heart. "I agree, Grandma Qiaogu. From now on, I will protect the old house. You are free!"

The mute woman was shocked!

Han Bingbing quickly took the deed and stuffed it into Qi Qingyu's hand, saying "wait a moment" before pulling the mute woman and rushing back.

Sure enough, as soon as they returned to Houluo, the gray shadow around the mute woman began to gradually dissipate. Looking at her somewhat bewildered eyes, Han Bingbing suddenly remembered something.

He whispered in comfort, "Did you feel the aura of Yu Niang from that person just now? It was more than what you felt from me before, right?"

After hesitating for a while, she finally spoke, "I can only say that your Yu Niang is really back! You've been waiting for it!"

The mute woman's pupils trembled violently. She waved her arms in an unclear shape and held Han Bingbing's hand.

Seeing her figure gradually becoming transparent, Han Bingbing stopped the urge to call upon her soul power.

"Thank you, girl."

"My wish is fulfilled..."

The voice of the mute woman echoed in the air.

Han Bingbing held her empty hand and pursed her thin lips.

[Ding, the owner's good deeds were detected: a century-old obsession was resolved, merit +.]

[Ding, the owner's good deeds were detected: saving the creatures on the island, merit +.]