Song Xuan looked for someone to find for a night, and then went to the clan school to file a complaint, he was already exhausted, listening to Tu Shanling's questioning, he cheered up and said: "The rhetoric doesn't need to be gorgeous, just write down the piles and things that Song Chuan bullied you, and you don't need to add oil and vinegar. ”

Chongguang-kun.

Chongguang-kun.

Tu Shanling repeated it twice in her heart, and couldn't help but sigh that fate was really wonderful, the little boy who was bullied and excluded by everyone back then has now grown into a Taoist monarch that all beings need to look up to.

She said, "I know, I'll write well." ”

Song Xuan's heart was relieved, and he yawned and said, "After I finish writing, I will send it to the mountain chief, Chongguangjun is still waiting." ”

Tu Shanling: "Got it, A-Niang hurry up and rest." ”

She returned to her room, took a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and went to the courtyard, sat down on the chaise longue, and beckoned, "Come here, sit down in rows." ”

Rubbing "Song Ningyin" on the ground, after all, it is the eighteen-year ultra-long-term goal set by the bear toys for themselves, and the current situation is stronger than others, even if they lower their heads and scold, they don't dare to scold out loud.

Hearing Tu Shanling call them, they were all awkward, you look at me, I look at you, and you move your steps, neither want to be the first to be in front of Tu Shanling, but also dare not nail in place and do not move, which is extremely contradictory.

Tu Shanling was patient and looked at them with a smile the whole time.

Fluttering.

The bear thing was quite sensitive to this sound, and turned his head in unison, just in time to see the hens fluttering their wings and landing on the ground, walking towards them with small square steps full of aura.

Submission is only in an instant.

All mental activity is like the morning dew seeing the sun, and it evaporates in the blink of an eye.

Tu Shanling raised his hand and made a stop gesture, and the hens clucked twice and stood not far behind the bear thing.

Whisper.

Two or two dog galls covered their mouths.

Tu Shanling was still smiling, "I like obedient and polite children." ”

There are only one or two halves of the dog gall now, and he was loyal to Tu Shan Lingbiao without thinking about it, "Woo, I will be obedient and polite, Sister Ayin wants to like me." ”

Tu Shanling hooked her fingers, and one or two halves of dog gall immediately came to her, and she asked, "Do you know Chongguangjun?"

One or two halves of the dog nodded again and again, for fear that the order would be slow, so Tu Shanling gave him a big hat that was disobedient.

Tu Shanling rubbed one or two halves of the dog's gall hair, "Don't be nervous." Tell me about Chongguang-kun. ”

The bedtime story of one or two halves of dog guts is the deeds of all kinds of big people, and now they come when they open their mouths, "Chongguang-kun, eight feet two inches tall, white-faced and beardless, handsome, Governor Jingyuan ......"

Tu Shanling interrupted him, "I'll skip these and talk about how he became Chongguangjun." ”

What kind of person is Song Zimu, Tu Shanling asked himself if he had more say than these hearsay people, not to mention anything else, he was eight feet two inches tall and had water, at least five points more.

One or two halves of the dog opened his mouth and lowered his head with a tangled expression.

Silently, quickly, he recited the story his aunt had told him, and asked him to skip the first half, and from the middle, he really couldn't do it.

Tu Shanling didn't urge him, she also came from this age, and she also memorized books, an article, Daddy memorized the last sentence, she had to recite it from the beginning, otherwise she wouldn't be able to remember, and she could understand the operation of one or two halves of dog guts.

Finally finished reciting the first half, and one or two halves of the dog guts said again: "...... during the battle of the Five Realms Division"

At the beginning, the Song family watched from the wall, almost did not help each other, and the posture was detached, but it also hindered the eyes of many people, and it was not long before the Song family wanted to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Song Yuan is elegant, honest and sensitive, his character, in the prosperous era at the helm of the family, will be able to ensure the safety of the family for a hundred years, but he was born at the wrong time.

The Taishang Dao Ancestor fell suddenly, and the Metaverse was in turmoil. The heroes rose together, quickly grabbed the territory and population, the people in the clan could see the benefits, but they couldn't get it, they were already anxious, and it was impossible for the heroes who had sprung up to let the Song family preserve their strength, and under the internal and external troubles, the Song family finally fell into the quagmire of melee.

Song Yuan was so busy that he had the intention to control the big ship of the family to sail away from the reef, but he couldn't do it, and the Song family finally reached the point where he decided life and death.

The Song Dynasty coalition led by the Sun clan of Meizhou besieged Nanye, taking turns to attack the city, and it never stopped for ten days, and the city wall was overwhelmed and collapsed.

And after Song Qian left Qingjingtai, he was seriously ill and had been in retreat, Song Yuan knew that although he looked no different from ordinary people, he had not actually recovered, and his family affairs were kept secret, and he had never bothered him, but Nanye was surrounded by too much movement, even a fool could find something unusual, not to mention the seventh saint of Qingjingtai!

Song Qian came out strongly, commanded a tribe that fell from the sky, repelled the enemy army, and helped the building to fall into the general's leaning.

Then he pointed to his former classmates and the family that took advantage of the fire to rob, and finally stabilized the situation.

He became Chongguang Jun at that time, and his eldest brother Song Yuan also became Zhan Yuanjun.

The source of the water is the source of clear water.

Those who re-shine are inherited from generation to generation.

If it weren't for Song Yuan's appearance, in the past eighteen years, Song Qian wouldn't have known how many times he had been assassinated.

It was a bloody deed, but Tu Shanling listened to it with a heavy face, "Qingjingtai...... Gone?"

One or two halves of the dog nodded timidly.

Tu Shanling: "Why not?"

One or two halves of dog gall: "Daozu is gone, and Qingjingtai is gone." ”

In his small heart, his thinking is very simple and rude, Zhushan Qingjingtai is Taishang Dao Ancestor's, Taishang Dao Ancestor has fallen, and Qingjing Tai naturally does not exist.

Tu Shanling couldn't sit still anymore and got up with a brush.

One or two halves of the dog's mouth flattened, and they began to cry.

Tu Shanling put away the momentum he accidentally revealed, and touched one or two halves of the dog's head, "Don't be afraid, it's not for you." She squatted down and wrapped her arms around the shoulders of one or two halves of dog guts, "Tell Sister Ayin how Dao Ancestor fell?"

One or two halves of the dog are gallant and can't speak.

Tu Shanling pinched one or two halves of the dog's guts and stood up, "Forget it." ”

They are all children, and they know only a limited amount of things, so I am afraid that they will not be able to ask anything if they ask.

She shook the paper in her hand, "Come on, tell me how I was bullied." ”

One or two halves of the dog still had tears on his face, and he forgot how to cry when he heard this.

He is a child who has lost his face and hides it and does not allow his father and mother to mention it, Sister Ayin is such a big person, what is this for, is it to settle accounts after the autumn?

He was a little weak-hearted, and weakly took a step back, hoping that Tu Shanling would not see him.

Of course, Tu Shanling is not so stinky and shameless, she is still playing the trick of calculating the general account in front of a group of children who are only seven years old, she really doesn't know how Song Chuan's cubs bullied Song Ningyin, if you want to make it up, it's not that you can't make it up, but if you want to confront it, it will be too easy to show your stuffing.

The bear thing couldn't resist the pressure, and finally cried, "We smashed rotten eggs, hung up dead rats, and didn't do anything else." ”

Tu Shanling: "It's not about you. Ethnographers, have you seen them, I mean them. If you know, just say, if you don't know, go and ask for me, be quick. ”

The bears looked at each other.