Jianling

Song Mingyun was well-known in his early years. A cutting knife made him popular. In the arena where swordsmanship is paramount, he can also dominate with a long knife. Even a surly person like Xue Lingmiao rarely took the initiative to provoke this smiling tiger when he was alive. , Most of them greeted him with a smile, hiding if they could.

But Xiao Shuhua's intimidation was obviously not light, at least Song Mingyun, who had always seemed indifferent all the year round, showed a little bit of caution this time.

The young man in white grabbed Xiao Shuhua's wrist, Xiao Shuhua struggled subconsciously, but did not break free,

Song Mingyun and Xiao Shuhua glanced at each other, both of them were not to be outdone, especially Xiao Shuhua, who immediately snorted a contemptuous sneer, and turned around impatiently: "Hey, those who are looking for death will line up to find me at Tong Beishan. Not in the mood, don't kill."

Song Mingyun raised his face, and it was Song Mingting behind him who held the knife and asked carelessly: "Same Sad Mountain? I haven't heard of it. Are you an eunuch who is afraid of death and deliberately blackmailed me?"

Xiao Shuhua's steps paused slightly, and his beautiful eyes only glanced at him for a moment. Of course he recognized this former defeated general, but unfortunately, the swordsman who was worthy of a serious battle back then is just a reckless braggadocio. One thing really disdains him.The young man in white saw that the expressions on both sides were faintly impatient, and seeing that he was about to shoot his guns away, he hurried forward half a step, his frosty white sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing half of his pale face, he looked very weak, but he The smile on the corner of his lips was just right, neither flattering nor proud, just grasping the politeness and kindness, he explained softly: "This hero doesn't know something, Tongbei Mountain is the cave where the teacher lived recently, It is less than five miles to the east from here, if you sincerely come to compete with Master in martial arts, I will meet you at the foot of the mountain."

Song Mingyun squinted his eyes and looked at him for a moment. He had a good impression of this young man who was neither humble nor overbearing, and asked, "I didn't have time to ask you earlier, so I don't know your surname?"

The young man was stunned, and was dragged back by Xiao Shuhua. With a gloomy expression, Xiao Shuhua replied for him: "This is a person from this seat, what does Senior Song care about?"

Everyone has long noticed that this young man is dressed in plain white clothes, and his behavior has a bit of Meng Wubei's aloof and aloof temperament, but compared to Meng Wubei, this person seems to be sick, not to mention his footsteps, and his face is also very ugly , although he has always been fearless, but he can vaguely see a bit of cowardice and humbleness from his eyebrows.

Song Mingting consciously discovered some secret, and didn't hide it, he laughed and said, "Your man? Seeing that Baopuzi has ignored you for so long, he really can't stand loneliness, right?"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden chill in his ear.But after hearing a clanging Jin Ming, Song Zhubo's and Song Mingyun's knives stood in front of him at the same time, barely able to catch a cold scabbard.Even so, the chill brought by the scabbard still flickered persistently, like a breeze passing close to his face, and decisively slapped his mouth on the side of his face.

Xiao Shuhua's coquettish face was magnified several times in front of his eyes, and it disappeared very quickly in an instant, as if the scene just now had never happened, except for Song Mingting who was opposite him with half of his face swollen.

The young man in white swallowed silently, his face turned pale again, but he gritted his teeth for a long time, his legs trembled unconsciously, and finally he resolutely stood in front of Xiao Shuhua, and walked stiffly Li: "Meng Lang, an unknown junior from Mingzhou, is now practicing martial arts under Shou Zhenjun."

Song Mingting was also frightened by the murderous intent just now and took a few steps back. He didn't dare to make a sound for the time being, but Song Zhubo's eyes flickered, and he asked back, "Surname Meng?"

Meng Lang was silent for a moment, then nodded, "My surname is Meng."

Song Mingyun also pointed to wipe off the white marks that Xiao Shuhua forced out on the blade, and asked casually: "But your Excellency doesn't seem to have any martial arts skills, Gui Geng?"

Xiao Shuhua's sword had already resounded in its sheath again, but Meng Lang had seen from the exchange of hands just now that the leaders on the opposite side were not easy to mess with, so he subconsciously wanted to pull Xiao Shuhua away, but the latter didn't appreciate it, Gui Dianqiu excitedly Shocked, he wove a beautiful sword flower in his hand, Xiao Shuhua spoke in a cold voice: "You guys don't think I'm surrounded here by you, do you?"

Song Mingyun was silent, but his attitude seemed to be tacit approval.

Although Xiao Shuhua's sudden blow just now made his jaw go numb, and he didn't recover until now, but Song Zhubo's reaction surprised him very much. The current situation is very clear, there are at least three people who can fight on their side, And Xiao Shuhua is at least on par with him, if Song Zhubo and Song Mingting help him, it will only be a matter of time before Xiao Shuhua is taken down - not to mention that Meng Lang next to Xiao Shuhua is a frail scholar at all, it will only be a pity that Xiao Shuhua's tasteless food will be discarded dragged down.

Xiao Shuhua lifted up Meng Lang's sleeve casually, and brushed Gui Dianqiu's scabbard perfunctorily. Gui Dianqiu had followed him for many years, obeyed him, and knew his mind best.So at this moment, the cold light on Gui Dian Qiu Jian's body, as cold as snow water, suddenly hit Song Mingyun's eyes, Xiao Shuhua raised his face, and said to himself: "Meng Wubei, won't you stop me?"

Only the sound of the wind is heard.

So for a moment, everything was silent, and there was only a sigh between heaven and earth that seemed to be choking.

The stagnant clouds and mist in the sky suddenly dissipated. It turned out that Gui Dianqiu suddenly came out of the sheath. The light of the sword and the sound of the sword sounded together, like the moon in the mirror and the moon in the empty valley. Xiao Shuhua's swordsmanship has always been exquisite and fierce, especially Xiao He The sword is most famous for its weirdness and evilness, and it is even more powerful in his hands, but seeing the tip of the sword trembling slightly, it is as comfortable as the wind, but it does not rush towards Song Mingting, who is the most impatient among the three, but directly towards Song Mingyun's throat .Song Mingyun immediately blocked it with a horizontal sword, Song Zhubo did not show weakness, the long sword rose and fell, not to mention the generosity of a young man.

But Xiao Shuhua's natural eccentricity, he would pester and bite whoever he picked out, so he just dodged sideways, avoiding the knife that Song Zhubo slashed at his face, shook his sword and then came out, still heading towards Song Mingyun's gate of life.

Sword techniques are supposed to be refined and simple. However, Xiao Shuhua has been fighting with Meng Wubei in recent years. It just so happens that Pichen Nineteen Swords also pursues simplicity in the same way. They have long been familiar with the flaws of such moves, so Song Mingyun and his son Falling into the complicated Xiaohe sword, he was forced into his rhythm long ago.

Song Mingyun has been walking in the rivers and lakes for many years, but after a while he sensed that the situation was not good, and immediately slammed the knife, and sure enough, Gui Dianqiu who was attached to it was also forced to take a few steps away. At this time, Xiao Shuhua's face hidden behind the sword light and sword shadow was smiling deeper , raising his wrist slightly, several silver needles shot out from his sleeve suddenly, Song Zhubo shrank his pupils, and immediately drew his knife to block it, but the needles were extremely thin, and his vision was far less vicious than Song Mingyun's, even if he tried his best to block it, he still still If you miss a few of them, you will be stabbed into your right shoulder blade with a silver needle, and the hand holding the knife will also be relieved, and it will be terribly numb.

"Uncle——" Song Zhubo lost his strength and turned his head subconsciously. He had already been defeated. If he wanted to fight again, he would be driven to death by Xiao Shuhua, but Song Mingting didn't know why he never made a move. Although he was estranged from this uncle , but it would not completely forget the existence of the other party. Seeing that Xiao Shuhua was pressing every step of the way and fighting Song Mingyun in the same situation, it was inseparable, so he only cared about how to help Song Mingyun.

However, Song Mingting seemed to have just come back to his soul, his whole body was shocked, and he looked at him stupidly: "Huh?"

"Uncle, you..."

Song Mingting, who had always been impatient and aggressive, put a finger on his mouth, and said with a half-smile: "Isn't this a duel between brother and Xiao Shuhua, how can I intervene?"

Song Zhubo was stunned for a moment, and he didn't have time to recall the meaning of his smile. Over there, Song Mingyun had only made nearly a hundred moves, but he was already showing signs of decline, and was pushed and suppressed by Xiao Shuhua.Meng Lang had already found a place to squat in the grass, fearing that Song Zhubo and others would think of him and threaten him as a hostage—in fact, Song Zhubo actually realized it, and immediately went to pull Song Mingting: "Uncle, quickly catch him .”

Meng Lang immediately made a gesture to run away, but Song Mingting said meaningfully: "It's said that they are singled out, why are you having trouble with an ordinary person?"

——At this moment, even Meng Lang, who had nothing to do with himself, felt something was wrong.

Xiao Shuhua didn't know the situation over there at all. It was dangerous for him to fight against a master like Song Mingyun. The sword stabbed, but there was a deafening cry from Meng Lang: "Master!"

Xiao Shuhua didn't pay any attention to it, Meng Lang was his burden in the first place, he just followed him for nothing, if he wasn't afraid of being said to be his adopted lover, he wouldn't even bother to give alms to him as an apprentice.

But Song Mingyun was so blessed that he turned his head inexplicably. He had excellent eyesight and could see the situation over there with just one glance. He immediately ignored Xiao Shuhua's sword in front of him, and was so angry that his veins stood out, and he yelled: "Song Mingting——! "

Xiao Shuhua was almost startled by his heart-piercing roar, turned his face to avoid Song Mingyun's splashing spittle, for some reason, Gui Dianqiu flashed in the air, barely avoiding Song Mingyun's heart, but pierced into it scapular.

Song Mingyun has always been gentle and refined. No matter what kind of person he is, he must put on the most dignified face. It must be some accident that can make him angry to such an extent.

Xiao Shuhua had just made up his mind, before he even had time to draw his sword, Song Mingyun had already pulled out enduring the severe pain, and rushed towards Song Mingting.Xiao Shuhua squinted his eyes, and then he saw clearly that for some unknown purpose, Song Zhubo was restrained by Song Mingting's sword. An embarrassing giant knife.

Meng Lang also completely lost his calm and composed look before, and fell to the ground in fright, looked at Xiao Shuhua helplessly, and shouted at him until his voice broke: "Master! Master, Master, Master!!!"

Xiao Shuhua was silent for a moment, then shook off the remaining blood on Gui Dianqiu, walked in front of Meng Lang in a few steps, and looked at the current situation of the Song family coldly.

Song Mingyun was seriously injured by him. Although he didn't die, he couldn't teach Song Mingting a lesson for the time being, and Song Zhubo had already been pricked in the acupuncture point by his silver needle, and he couldn't return to normal within a day or two.

Xiao Shuhua regained his composure, and said hello for Song Mingting in his heart.

Shameless enough, shameless enough!

Song Mingting grinned and smiled excitedly at Song Mingyun.

It was clearly Song Mingyun who had gone through a fight, but his panting sound was no less than Song Mingyun's.

"Brother, what are you doing back?"

Song Mingyun suppressed the overwhelming anger, tried his best to press the wound, and said in a trembling voice: "What do you want to do? Let Xiao Qi go!"

Song Mingting shook his head, triumphantly: "Brother, no, Xiao Qi is too powerful, I can't control him."

"you!"

"You let Xiaoqi follow Xueguanyin for so long, are you satisfied now?" Song Mingting was still grinning, out of breath, "Brother, look, how old is this kid, Thirteen? Or fourteen? Following Blood Guanyin is really beneficial, have you seen it? He wields a knife with the meaning of Pichenmen—it’s not far from Xueguanyin’s killing name, such a powerful Pichenmen , why are you willing to hide from the world?"

Song Mingyun's expression was sombre, but he didn't have the energy to deal with him, so he shouted coldly: "Xiao Qi is a child of the Song family no matter what, let him go!"

"More than that."

Song Mingting smiled deeply, and added softly: "Give him another four years? Five years? He will surpass my good-for-nothing brother—do you remember Baopuzi's evaluation of him back then? Ten years is enough to catch up with me." Baopuzi at that time. I can’t compare with Baopuzi...Brother, you can’t do this. You can’t let your son do it after you are the master. Look at my brother, look at my son.. Brother, you are too biased."

Meng Lang pulled Xiao Shuhua's sleeve carefully, and whispered, "Master, don't you want to help them?"

Xiao Shuhua was excited to watch the play, but he caught him off guard, his expression turned cold immediately, and he said displeasedly: "Is this seat so boring?"

"But that kid is not with you..."

"He's Meng Yanhan's son, and he doesn't care about my own business." Xiao Shuhua paused, "If you didn't kill Meng Yanhan, Feng Qingchen's short-sighted thing had decided on his own, annoying."

Meng Lang shrank his neck and said no more.

"...Just say it straight." Song Mingyun's eyes turned black for a while, and Xiao Shuhua's sword stabbed so deeply that he couldn't stop the bleeding for a long time. He secretly felt that he couldn't hold on for much longer, "Song Mingting, you what do you want?"

Song Mingting clapped his hands, as if he was pleased with Song Mingyun's quick response. The next moment, he took out two pills from his arms and handed them to Song Mingyun: "One for you, one for Xiaoqi. I will give you the antidote every month. My lord, if you attack me or leave the Song family, you will die of poison when the time comes."

Song Mingyun gritted his teeth resentfully, and stretched out his hand to take it. Song Zhubo in front of him lowered his head. Although his eyes were open, he was obviously still conscious, but he looked lifeless, and he was exhausted even from unnecessary struggles.

"...Xiao Qi, look at me." Song Mingyun lowered his eyes, Song Zhubo was silent for a while, and then he responded softly. Song Mingyun stuffed a pill into his mouth, and swallowed it whole with his neck raised.

Song Zhubo's eyes were as quiet as a dry pond, he just watched Song Mingyun swallow the pill silently and intently, there was no puzzlement or pain in his eyes, just ordinary indifference and restraint.

Song Mingyun looked at his most beloved son, he really had high hopes for Song Zhubo, what Song Mingting said was true, every word was true, he always hoped that after him, Song Zhubo could directly stir up the mainstay of the family .

Song Zhu waved his lips, but didn't make a sound.

Xiao Shuhua was watching a play at the side, and suddenly turned his head and said to Meng Lang in a voice that no one could hear: "Do you think this fool is sick? Wouldn't it be good to just wait for Blood Goddess of Mercy to buy him candy? You have to run around, ha, that woman is the best Be careful, you will definitely die of anger, and if you don't rush to chase and kill someone in eight hundred miles, it will be considered as deep affection."

Meng Lang said softly: "If Xia Meng knew about these things, I'm afraid she wouldn't be happy."

"Do you care if she's happy or not?" Xiao Shuhua whistled indifferently, and laughed, showing his beautiful teeth, "She's a person who is precarious, love or hate, it's over in the blink of an eye. You Just wait and see, by this time next year, she will remember that Song Qi is the loser."

Song Zhubo pursed his lips tightly, but he did not make a sound.

Of course Meng Yanhan would not remember Song Qi.

Meng Yanhan didn't know Song Qi at all.

She will only remember a stingy chicken feather cub who came without an appointment and left without saying goodbye.

Song Mingyun closed his eyes and took a few heavy breaths.

——If there is no today, if there is no today, even if he passed away in a hurry, Xiaoqi has already had a deep friendship with Xueguanyin. Even if Song Mingting has the heart to rebel, a person who values ​​righteousness like Xueguanyin will definitely help Xiaoqi depress.And when Xueguanyin made a move, Baopuzi would not sit idly by, and Shouzhenjun followed... He originally planned to give his son the most appropriate and meticulous everything.

It's because he doesn't know people clearly, and it's because he is so happy.

It was him who killed his son out of his own cleverness.

"Xiaoqi, eat." Song Mingyun lowered his head, and let out a low growl from his throat in pain, then he raised his head and stared at Song Zhubo, "Eat, daddy tasted it, it's not bitter."

How could it not be bitter?

But he had to eat the bitter fruit himself.

Song Zhubo blinked, Song Mingyun reached out to wipe off the dirt on his face, and pushed the remaining pill into his mouth along with it.

Sure enough, Song Zhubo swallowed obediently, without making a sound, and was as quiet as every time he obeyed the arrangement before. After all, he had never expressed his thoughts since he was born.

Whether it's approaching Meng Yanhan, leaving Meng Yanhan, or swallowing this poison.