Hu Fei was also very happy to hear that he admired his father so much, but when he saw his mother's smile, his eyes rolled, "Who knows if you deliberately said good things about my father when you saw our mother and son."

"No, no!" Song Qingshu looked solemn, and his tone was natural: "Today, the title of a hero seems to be all over the street, but those who are really called heroes only agree with two and a half in the next?"

"Oh, there are so many heroes in the world, I don't know which two and a half have this honor?" Mrs. Hu was also interested in him, and changed her cold look before.

"Guo Jingguo, who guards Xiangyang, is a hero who deserves to be a hero for the country and the people." Song Qingshu was thinking in his heart, but it was a pity that his energy was all spent on national affairs, and he was a little derelict in his family.

"Guo Daxia is indeed a generation of heroes." The mother and son nodded their heads.

"The remaining half," Song Qingshu deliberately sold Guan Zi and said, "It should be Wu Liuqi, the beggar in the snow, who has truly achieved the grace of receiving a meal from others, and will never forget it, and he is really a Haineqi man." As for why it is half, it is because Song Qingshu is not sure whether Wu Liuqi in this era is Wu Liuqi written by Jin Yong, or the Wu Liuqi in history.

"Although I have not heard of this person, but as you say, he does deserve the word hero." Mrs. Hu usually admires this kind of heroic hero the most, and she can't help but show her brilliance.

"And another?" The child couldn't hold his breath, and seeing that Song Qingshu didn't continue, Hu Fei hurriedly asked.

Song Qingshu did not say it directly, but instead read a poem: "There are heroes in Liaodong, heroes Hu Yidao, martial arts level the world, heroic spirit, righteousness is full of goodness, tenderness is in the heart, arouse the envy of scholars, and hate each other."

Mrs. Hu's eyes were brilliant when she said this, and she glanced at him deeply, "The surviving person thanked the son for the poem for her late husband." Now she is really relieved, if the other party is not really familiar with Hu Yidao's life and admiration, it is impossible to make such an appropriate poem, just a few lines, Mrs. Hu seems to hear her husband's heroic laughter again, and her heart can't help but feel sour.

Now Hu Fei is more pleasing to the eye the more he looks at Song Qingshu, listening to his poems full of regret on the side of the fate, his heart is full of pride, pulling Song Qingshu's sleeve solemnly said: "I admired your pride in the restaurant just now, although you have no power to restrain the chicken, but you have a strong iron backbone.

Mrs. Hu was shocked, and hurriedly wanted to cover her son's mouth: "Fei'er, don't mess around!"

Sure enough, he is worthy of being a flying fox in the snow mountain, he has been so arrogant since he was a child, Song Qingshu smiled heartily: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being the son of Hu Daxia! After speaking, he pulled up Hu Fei and knelt down in the northeast direction, grabbed a handful of loess as an incense candle: "In the Song Qingshu, I admire the demeanor of Liaodong Hu Yidao, and I am willing to marry him as brothers of the opposite sex, heaven and earth testify, mountains and rivers are allies, and the emperor and the queen of heaven are the earth, and this heart is learned."

Hu Fei also knelt down, a serious one: "Under Hu Fei, my surrogate father Hu Yidao and Song Qingshu became brothers of the opposite sex, well, I don't want to be born in the same year and month, but I want to die on the same day and year in the same year..."

"Nonsense, your father ......" Mrs. Hu didn't hold him just now, but now seeing that his oath is really nondescript, she can't help but be embarrassed.

"Sister-in-law, don't get in the way, the younger brother died a long time ago, and now I am fortunate to have a life to survive." Song Qingshu didn't lie, the real Song Qingshu was indeed dead.

Seeing him call his sister-in-law, Mrs. Hu couldn't help but jump in her heart, and said a little unnaturally: "Fei'er is too nonsense."

"I really appreciate that he has a heroic spirit from his heart, and if he hadn't been married to his brother, I would have planned to worship him." Song Qingshu said with a smile, "Fei'er, we will talk about each other as equals in private."

Hu Fei used his father's name to worship him on a whim, and suddenly thought that he was a generation shorter out of thin air, and he was depressed.

Seeing one big and one small messing around there, Mrs. Hu also closed her eyes a little painfully, so she had to change the topic and said, "Uncle... Uncle, I see that you seem to be lacking in energy, and with your young physique, you should not be like this."

Song Qingshu was half furnished by her uncle's shout, and hurriedly replied: "Sister-in-law Mingjian, I was seriously injured before, so now my meridians are broken......

Mrs. Hu was shocked when she heard this: "Uncle, can you let me take a pulse?" Seeing that he had married his husband, he did not care so much about the difference between men and women.

Although he knew that it would be useless, Song Qingshu still politely handed his hand over, and when Mrs. Hu's soft and white fingers touched his pulse, Song Qingshu only felt that the touch was icy and slippery, and his heart couldn't help but wave.

"Who did such a cruel hand to my uncle?" It didn't take long for Mrs. Hu's face to change drastically.

Song Qingshu reluctantly withdrew his arm and said with a wry smile: "I did a big mistake before, and I deserve this experience, sister-in-law doesn't have to care."

"You can see it," Seeing that Song Qingshu was so open-minded, Mrs. Hu glanced at him in surprise, and suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up: "By the way, we are about to visit the Poison Hand Medicine King, I heard that he is not only powerful with poison, but also a great power to save people, maybe he can cure my uncle's injuries."

"Coincidentally, I came to Dongting Lake to find him." Song Qingshu sighed that it was really fate.

"If Uncle doesn't dislike it, let's go on the road together." Mrs. Hu said softly.

"I can't ask for it!" Song Qingshu was overjoyed, how could he dislike it, realizing that he was a little out of shape, and hurriedly said, "I don't know where my sister-in-law knows the residence of the King of Poison Hand Medicine?"

"Our mother and son have been looking for many years. [,!] Looking, he was only found in Dongting Lake a few months ago, but the specific location is unknown." Mrs. Hu raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, and said helplessly.

"I do know that he is in the White Horse Temple in the area of Dongting Lake, but where is the White Horse Temple, I asked many people who don't know." Song Qingshu was also very troubled.

"Mother, didn't we pass by a small town a month ago, called White Horse Temple?" Xiao Hu Fei suddenly screamed excitedly.

The doubts of many years are about to be answered, Mrs. Hu couldn't help but show joy, Song Qingshu also breathed a sigh of relief, ran to the lake to freshen up, and wiped off the shoeprints and blood stains on her body and face, Mrs. Hu's eyes lit up, and she secretly thought to herself: Uncle is such a handsome character, but he didn't expect that his heart is as heroic as his eldest brother.

"Sister-in-law, what is the matter with your mother and son looking for the poison hand medicine king?" Song Qingshu wiped the water on his head, looked at Mrs. Hu and asked.

"Brother Hu was poisoned to death that year, and I later investigated more, only to know that the poison in him was the secret medicine of the King of Poison Hand Medicine, but our couple and he have never had a holiday, and there is no reason to harm him, I think his medicine was taken by others, I want to find him face to face and ask who else has this highly poisonous thing." recalled her husband again, and Mrs. Hu's delicate face could not hide the sadness in her heart.