After sending away He Taifu and Chu Jingjue, Song Jinghong stood at the window of Jinfu Tower again, looking at the bursts of cheers coming from the Qingyang River outside, but a feeling of boredom suddenly appeared in his heart, is the big shopkeeper of the Black Wind Society, what is he doing for his existence?

A person who has never seen his biological father, but his mother was seriously ill when he was five years old, and he was accompanied by a babbling Song Changying, who stubbornly couldn't erase it in Song Jinghong's memory during that time.

A five-year-old child, looking at his mother in the thatched hut gradually hardening, that feeling is the pain in his heart, let a five-year-old child dig the corpse, what does he know?

Song Jinghong didn't know why she had never cried, including what she said when she lay on the bed with her last strength, "Jinghong, don't blame your father, although you have never seen it, but what you have in your body is the blood of that person, it is my mother who is stubborn to be an ordinary person, if you want to blame it, blame your mother, but unfortunately, your mother is leaving now." ”

When the woman had said these words, she swallowed,

A heavy rain came, Song Jinghong knelt in front of the bed, biting his lip desperately, his young heart hated his father in his mother's mouth, the blood of bullshit, the god of bullshit, he had to have a heart, how could he be ruthless and ignore it,

And then there were more than a dozen black-clothed men with knives surrounding the dilapidated courtyard in the wild suburbs, dealing with three powerless people, but more than a dozen people came at once,

Five-year-old Song Jinghong didn't look at the stranger who broke into the house behind him, he only had one obsession in his heart, if he was hacked to death now, maybe he could accompany A-Niang more on Huangquan Road, although A-Niang was depressed and didn't speak on weekdays, just doing some rough work done by peasant women, A-Niang's slender hands slowly became rough and full of mud, but Song Jinghong who followed behind was elated,

Accompanying her to pick up sweet potatoes from the land in the backyard, Song Jinghong was actually very happy in his heart during that time, because the matter of being hungry is the most painful thing in the world.

Five-year-old, five-year-old he accompanies his mother, sweaty, looking at another muddy aunt, just such a simple life can't be tolerated,

Now that she's dead, she's dying, and the girl next to her who is lying on her mother's body and crawling slowly to her mother's chest is crying to get enough of her mother's milk, but no matter how hard she sucks, she doesn't have any taste, and she cries urgently.

Song Jinghong struggled to keep himself from shedding tears, looking at Song Changying, who was still breastfeeding, he just bit his lip desperately, biting his mouth full of blood,

That afternoon, if there hadn't been another man, he, and her, would have really died under the long knives of the dozen or so men in black.

That person is really powerful, just in a few breaths, he killed more than a dozen people, Song Jinghong squatted in front of the door, watching the man waving a dark knife in the yard,

Another picture in his memory was the appearance of the man with long hair and a few drops of blood splashed on his face, "I am Han Shen, from now on, your life is mine, isn't it that no one wants you, Lao Tzu wants you." ”

After hearing the voice of the man at the door, Song Jinghong's face was full of tears uncontrollably, and the most emotional cry in his memory was when he was five years old, when his mother died, when Han Shen appeared,

That afternoon, it seemed that the sky had leaked a hole, the heavy rain kept falling, and the dark sky seemed to be pressed against demons and monsters.

The man named Han Shen pulled a man in black who still had half a breath left, threw it in front of Song Jinghong, took out a dagger and threw it on the ground, Song Jinghong looked at the guy with a bloody mouth, and the guy couldn't stop muttering a few words, "...... Five...... Respect..... Lose....... Child........ While....... ......"

Song Jinghong picked up the dagger from the ground and stabbed it straight at the man's neck, stabbing desperately, slashing horizontally and hard left and right, but the strength in his hand was indeed too small, and the whole person fell into the muddy water.

The man who was spurting blood from his neck let out a grunting laugh and fell to the ground and swallowed.

Song Jinghong sat in the muddy water, raised his head and asked the man a question, "Do you know my background? ”

The man who claimed to be Han Shen kicked the corpse on the ground, smiled and showed his snow-white teeth, "This kind of question is very boring, you will know sooner or later, now you are still a child, in the future, you just need to know who to kill." ”

Han Shen entered the house and picked up Song Changying, who was lying on the woman's corpse and sucking milk hard, but there was indescribable pain on his face, he squatted down to wrap the woman's clothes, and his right hand was surging with energy, only to see a flame rushing straight up to the woman's body, and in a short time, it had been burned to ashes, but the strange thing was that the thatched house on his head had a fire, and the whole thatched house was ticking and leaking, but no matter whether the man was standing in the rain curtain or standing in the house at this time, there was not a drop of rain on his body,

Han Shen turned his head and gestured at Song Jinghong, only to see that the child didn't know where to find a porcelain bottle, the whole person squatted in front of the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled his mother's ashes, the ashes were still hot, but Song Jinghong didn't care about the severe pain in his hands, his hands were full of big bubbles, and it took him a long time to finish.

In the middle of the heavy rain, a burly man, holding a girl in one hand and a boy on the shoulder, who was holding a bottle of ashes made of porcelain, disappeared into the rain.

That year was the Xuanwu Year of the Qinglong Calendar.

Song Jinghong woke up from his memory, there were a few dull thunders rumbling outside the window, he walked to a bookshelf in a few steps, stretched out his hand and pressed it on a grid, but the bookshelf turned slowly, but there was a hidden space behind the bookshelf, and with an oil lamp, Song Jinghong pulled out three incense sticks on the case,

There is a porcelain bottle in front of it, the bottle is blue and white, but the color glaze is an old object, and a sign is placed in front of the bottle, with only the word Liu on it.

I lit incense and bowed three times, but my heart was still bored,

No outsider has ever known about his relationship with Han Shen, to put it mildly, Han Shen can be regarded as his adoptive father, although whether it was the Heavenly Demon Sect back then, or the current Black Wind Society, even if there were a few disciples under Han Shen's name, no one had ever seen him back then.

A few years ago, before the Heavenly Demon Sect was removed from the Blue Dragon Dynasty, Han Shen didn't know how to catch the line in the officialdom of the Blue Dragon Dynasty, and it was this dark line that he was responsible for.

At that time, the thatched hut outside the countryside was burned clean, leaving more than a dozen charcoal-burned corpses at the scene, including the bodies of two children and the corpses of a woman.

But many years later, Han Shen went to the imperial city alone, and threw out a jade pendant carved with the word "Hong" in front of the couch of today's son.

The shocked man was in a cold sweat, wasn't that jade pendant given to her back then, and how could it appear in the hands of a martial artist, the imperial city was surrounded by no less than three thousand gold martial guards, but Han Shen sat in front of the man's couch, "The posthumous son, also a son, Song Luo, you have lost the third miss of the Liu family, and you have also lost two children, you are not worthy of sitting in this high position and enjoying the name of a thousand autumns, a handwritten book, stamped with your seal, I will leave your life to enjoy the great rivers and mountains." ”

That night, after Han Shen angrily beheaded 2,000 Jin Wuwei, the current emperor Song Luo, with blood dripping from his fingers, wrote: Song Jinghong and Song Changying are the sons of the Song family, and Song Luo wrote them himself.

Song Jinghong can entangle with the Eight Kings Song Tai, doesn't it rely on the seventeen blood characters written by this Juan's current saint, which is covered with the bright and flickering Qinglong Calendar Yuqing Emperor Seal!

Although it was not announced to the world, the royal nobles in the imperial city were secretly spread, and Jin Wuwei, who had not been killed that night, pushed out the noon gate and beheaded more than 1,000 people overnight.

Emperor Yu Qing actually had a posthumous son left outside, isn't it a thorn in Song Tai's heart, but Song Tai even promised the existence of the Black Wind Society when he knew Song Jinghong's identity, and the reason for this is probably only known to Song Tai himself.