Song Yuanqiao obviously didn't expect that he would rush over, and he was faced with his son's sentence 'Who are you'. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Even if he is a martial arts master and a high-level Taoist priest, he can't help but feel bad.

"Qingshu, I'm your father!"

Song Yuanqiao was a little anxious and said hurriedly.

I can't help him not be in a hurry, his son doesn't know him anymore, and whoever he calls will do the same, and since the death of his Song Qingshu's mother, his feelings have been pinned on his son.

I hope he will become a talent, but now this situation is happening, how can I accept it.

"Daddy?"

Shen Yu glanced at Song Yuanqiao blankly, as if the person in front of him was very unfamiliar.

I have to say that Shen Yu's tricks in the past half a year have not been in vain, and the appearance of this amnesiac person has been pretended to be real by him.

"Yes, I'm your father, don't you know each other?"

Song Yuanqiao looked at Shen Yu expectantly, hoping that a sentence would pop out of his mouth that he wanted to hear.

But Shen Yu obviously couldn't do what he wanted, for the sake of his own plan, he, the 'amnesiac person', obviously would not recover his memory at will in a short period of time.

He shook his head and said that he didn't know Song Yuanqiao.

As soon as Song Yuanqiao saw Shen Yu like this, he immediately looked like a dead son, his face was gray, and he looked a little self-blaming, and he didn't know what he thought.

Glancing at him strangely, Shen Yu had some guesses in his heart, maybe Song Qingshu had something to do with him, otherwise Old Song would not have shown this appearance, after all, his son was not dead.

Song Yuanqiao seemed to have lost the strength of his whole body, his spirit was relaxed, and he suddenly looked a little rickety, waved his hand, and motioned for Shen Yu to sit down first.

"Alas, Qingshu, you sit down first." sighed, and then turned to the little Taoist boy and said, "Jingxu, go and invite your ancestor over, just say that Qingshu has woken up, and ask him to come and have a look." ”

Xiao Daotong was obviously still a little confused, and he didn't know how his head of his family became like this, but he didn't say anything, bowed down and replied 'yes', and hurriedly went to spread the news again.

When Xiao Daotong left, before Zhang Sanfeng came, Song Yuanqiao obviously didn't know what to say, looking at Shen Yu like pity and self-blame, so that Shen Yu felt the other party's fatherly love fully.

Shen Yu didn't pretend to be too much, so he consciously didn't speak.

It didn't take long for Zhang Sanfeng to arrive in Song Yuanqiao's sigh, in addition to him, three people with a good bearing also came, it may be the people of the Wudang Seven Heroes, but Shen Yu doesn't know who is who.

Zhang Sanfeng is worthy of being a famous real person in the world, wearing a simple and simple gray robe, with white beard and hair, a slightly fat body, a ruddy and smooth face like a baby, a wide and strong body, and a steady body.

There were three Taoists who came with him, all of whom had their own bearings, and one of them didn't seem to be much older than Song Qingshu, only about twenty years old, very handsome.

There is also a person about thirty, with a short beard under the chin, and an elegant face, which can be regarded as handsome.

The last person has a bit of Zhang Sanfeng's bearing, but he has a little more jumping off and is strong.

"Qingshu, you finally woke up, and you and your master are not lightly worried." It was not Zhang Sanfeng who spoke first, but the Taoist who was about twenty years old, with a somewhat eager look, came up and grabbed Shen Yu's arm, obviously having a good relationship with Song Qingshu on weekdays.

Seeing this, Shen Yu didn't make any moves, and pulled out slightly uncomfortably, pretending to be unfamiliar.

But speaking of which, he is also really strange, and in the face of the other party's enthusiasm, he is also acting in his true colors.

The young Taoist didn't speak when he saw Shen Yu, but he was a little unfamiliar, even if there were some differences.

I couldn't help but ask Song Yuanqiao on the side: "Senior brother." This? ”

Song Yuanqiao didn't lose any longer, he didn't lose his manners to his master, and sighed to everyone: "Master, junior brother, Qingshu him...... Alas! It seems to have lost soul. ”

Zhang Sanfeng obviously noticed that something was wrong a long time ago, and when he saw Song Qingshu on weekdays, even if Song Qingshu forgot to salute for a while, Song Yuanqiao would not forget the admonition when he was there.

After all, his eldest disciple was born in Confucianism, and he acted somewhat Confucianly, but as soon as he arrived here, he found that his eldest disciple was standing on the side sighing, his expression was a little wrong, and the disciple grandson looked dazed, obviously not quite right.

Now when I heard Song Yuanqiao say this, I couldn't help but feel suddenly, and I couldn't wonder that I was a big disciple.

"What?! Lost soul, isn't that Qingshu unrecognizable? ”

The young Taoist who spoke to Shen Yu first obviously had not yet reached home, and when he heard this, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly: "Shenggu, you are not small, why are you still so shocked, don't be shocked Qingshu, the theory of soul loss has not yet been conclusive, Qingshu has gone crazy." I have calmed him down, and it stands to reason that there will not be such an outcome, and I will take it as a teacher to see. ”

Seeing the appearance of the young Taoist, Zhang Sanfeng first admonished his apprentice, and then approached and sat opposite Song Qingshu.

The young Taoist, that is, Mo Shenggu, the seventh disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, touched his head when he heard his master's words, and he didn't speak, but he still looked at Shen Yu with a little concern in his eyes, obviously sincerely hoping that his master and nephew would be good.

Song Yuanqiao heard Zhang Sanfeng's words, but his eyes lit up, his master's ability, he was very respectful, in his heart, there was no difference between him and a god, and naturally he had a little hope, and immediately looked at the master hopefully, hoping that the master could see something.

"Kid, remember me?"

Zhang Sanfeng sat in front of Shen Yu, with a kind smile in his clothes, looking easy to trust and get close.

Not to mention that Shen Yu has no amnesia, and he also has a natural affection for this grandmaster, even if he really has amnesia, I am afraid that he will also have a sense of closeness.

But what should be installed still has to be loaded.

Shen Yu immediately shook his head, indicating that he didn't know the other party.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng was not discouraged, still with a smile on his face, and then said: "Child, can you show me your hand?" ”

But Zhang Sanfeng has walked the rivers and lakes before, and he has seen the situation of soul loss, and the soul loss is different, and he is not easy to judge at will, in the cases he has seen, some patients really seem to have returned to their infancy, they have no memory of anything, and they don't even know how to live.

However, some patients can still take care of themselves and understand the world, but they don't remember the people and things in the past.

Some just forget part of the memory.

So he also wanted to know what Shen Yu's situation was.

But of course he wouldn't know that his apprentice grandson was just pretending to have amnesia, if he was called someone else, he might still guess like this, but Song Qingshu is the third generation chief of Wudang and the son of Song Yuanqiao, so it can be said that he also treats him like a grandson, how can he have such a guess.

Naturally, nothing will come of it. ，