Not to mention that Liu Xiong couldn't believe it, even people like Su Shangjun who were invisible, it was difficult to calm down their inner fluctuations.

Indeed, this Song Daoling Song Lao has been in this library for nearly ten years, and in their eyes, Jiang Changan at that time was probably still playing with mud in his crotch pants.

"Your brother has been doing well lately, although he was only a weak crown when I got acquainted with him, he was already a world-class talent, and once upon a time he played a game of wine, and it was really happy to think about it! Song Daoling sat down at the back of the case again and drank by himself.

"I'm tired of old Song, that guy often talks to me about you, Bo Gu and Modern, humorous and funny. Jiang Changan said indifferently, unwilling to talk more about Jiang Xiaoru.

"You still call me old man, I always feel that you are holding back some bad ideas when you call me Song Lao. "When he was in Jiangzhou, he was not less tricked by Jiang Chang'an.

"Very well, old man!"

"Presumptuous, you kid know how to respect and be humble?!" Liu Xiongyou said unrelentingly: "Uncle Song, this kid ......"

Song Daoling frowned and shouted: "Bastard! Back then, my brother and I called each other brothers, if you really want to talk about it, you have to call this uncle next to you." ”

Liu Xiong couldn't believe it, this was a great shame, he was extremely ashamed, but he couldn't have a seizure, and his face turned purple.

Ashamed, he finally bowed and hurriedly withdrew from the Scripture Pavilion.

The most embarrassing thing is probably Su Shangjun, Liu Xiong called Jiang Chang'an's uncle, so didn't he become a grandparent and grandson with him?

"It's really a relative?!" Looking at Jiang Changan's smug smile, Su Shangjun really wanted to punch him.

Song Daoling took out another wine glass and poured a glass of medicinal wine, and Jiang Changan hurriedly greeted him.

"This wine was given by your brother Jiang Xiaoru when he left, and now there are only two jars left, 'Don't wait with Jun Wen throat wine, it's worth the trip to Jiangzhou', don't say that in Yingzhou, even in the entire Xia Zhou Kingdom, it is difficult to brew such a wonderful five poisonous brew in addition to Jiangzhou. Song Daoling took a cup and sniffed it deeply in front of his nose, looking intoxicated, "Huh, Shangjun's grandson, who are you?"

Hmm? Su Shangjun reacted at this time, and still tugged on Jiang Changan's sleeve in his hand due to nervousness. So he hurriedly spread his hand, looking nonchalant, but his expression was a little unnatural.

Song Daoling continued to tease: "Haha, who young man hasn't touched and scratched yet, and if he touches it, he won't get pregnant, what are you afraid of." ”

Jiang Changan almost squirted out before he took a sip of wine, and now he finally understood what was going on with the humor in Jiang Xiaoru's mouth.

Su Shangjun listened to it for a while, and finally sorted it out.

"Jiang Chang'an, Jiang Xiaoru, Jiangzhou...... You are the fourth son of the Jiang family?!"

"It's not stupid after all. Jiang Changan quipped.

Seeing Jiang Chang'an admit it, Su Shangjun suddenly became dumbfounded, as if someone had slapped him on the head.

Jiangzhou, Beihai, is located in the extreme north of the Xia and Zhou Kingdoms, and the Jiang family is a family of imperial spirits and alchemy!

It's a pity that three years ago, sixteen-year-old Jiang Lingfeng followed Jiang Xiaoru into the capital by the emperor's edict, but died in the palace, for some reason.

There are rumors that Jiang Lingfeng was assassinated by the Nine Emperor Sons Xia Ji, and it is even rumored that the second son Jiang Xiaoru united with the Nine Emperor Princes to eliminate an obstacle to inheriting Jiangzhou. There are different versions for a while.

The strangest thing is that after this incident, the Jiang family did not ask questions, but only secretly mourned and quietly buried, so it was inevitable that some people would fall into some tongues.

That year, Jiang Chang'an, the fourth son who had the best relationship with Jiang Lingfeng, was fourteen years old, and he was mingling in the Qinglou gambling house and famous prostitutes with his fame and fame.

In the same year, Jiang Chang'an left Jiangzhou and disappeared.

This is all that Su Shangjun knows.

"I didn't expect him to be here!"

Su Shangjun couldn't believe that these people in front of him were Jiang Chang'an, who was rich in Jiangzhou and had the name of "loser".

Jiang Changan came to the front of the case, and then Su Shangjun was also curious to look at it, only to see the silver hook iron painting on the rice paper, old and vigorous.

"The gentleman is drunk and crazy, and he sleeps and dreams for a while. ”

Jiang Changan smiled: "Good words, but old man, your penmanship is too conservative and really not worthy of this madness." ”

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and started to write.

"What do you want to do?" Su Shangjun said coldly, she had learned Jiang Chang'an's handwriting, not to mention that it was ugly, but it was not a skill.

On the contrary, although the grandfather has a lot of words, most of them are just words, and it is extremely rare to write poems like today, she likes this word very much, and she wanted to ask the grandfather to go back and frame it in the hall, but she can bear it when she sees Jiang Changan destroying the book.

Jiang Changan didn't reply, and quietly picked up his pen and thought about it.

"You!" Su Shangjun wanted to stop again, but it was too late.

Put down the pen and lift the pen, in one go, scribbled extremely.

"Jiang Chang'an!" Su Shangjun said angrily, but saw Song Daoling stroking his white beard and nodding frequently and smiling: "Good grandson, don't be angry, you look at it again." ”

Su Shangjun was stunned for a moment, and then looked at it, but found that the dots and strokes in the book were changeable and vivid, the love and ink between the pens, and the single words seemed to be cursive, but the words looked like they were connected by blood and were self-contained.

"This ...... This is the same as the one on the wooden tablet. ”

Song Daoling said with a smile: "The Book of Wild Grass pays attention to transformation and ups and downs, majestic momentum, and does not stick to small sections. I have heard that the storyteller Saint Zhang Yunzhi was recruited by the Jiang family as a guest, and now it seems that what he said is true, he can hide it from your grandson's eyes, this kid is about to become a master! ”

Su Shangjun glanced at it, it seemed that this person was not pure and gentle.

The red lips gently turned and read from the beginning: "The gentleman is drunk and crazy, and once he sleeps and sleeps." Hang the pot and lift the sword, and cut down the vast nineteen states!"

In every word, the killing spirit is undoubtedly revealed, and it is breathtaking. Su Shangjun only felt a chill in his heart, and there was a trace of coldness on his body.

Where is this a gentleman disciple, he is clearly a person who has been killed for a long time!

What has happened in the past three years?

"You shouldn't have come. Song Daoling put down the wine jug after drinking three glasses and said softly.

"I have to come, what the Jiang family doesn't dare to do, I'll do it, the Jiang family doesn't dare to kill, I'll kill!" Jiang Changan said coldly, his eyes filled with murderous aura.

Not only his second brother Jiang Lingfeng, but also his husband Pang Ershui, these things must be concluded.

"Who to kill? Xia Ji, the Nine Emperor Prince who presided over the banquet, or Jiang Xiaoru, who led him to Kyoto? What are you going to kill? You can't open the spiritual veins by nature, and you can't absorb the spiritual energy at all, so do you just rely on the courage and brute force of this horseman to kill?!" Song Daoling scolded, "The edge is too exposed, it's not good." ”

In three years, Jiang Chang'an has gone from the beginning of the spiritual veins to the early stage of Qi cultivation from the beginning of the spiritual veins to the late stage of the spiritual sea and even almost a complete state. Although the speed is a little faster than that of ordinary cultivators, it is still too slow in Jiang Changan's eyes. What he lacks now is only time!

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

"Didn't open the spiritual vein?!" Su Shangjun was shocked and asked: "If this is the case, it is absolutely impossible, today Shangjun also saw with his own eyes that Mr. Jiang defeated the little sister with the technique of controlling the spirit, if there is no spiritual power, how can he use the magic of the spirit control, wouldn't this have a backlash against himself and Shang Xuan has already stepped into the spirit sea stage, how can he lose to him so easily?"

"Well? Song Daoling curiously approached Jiang Chang'an and looked at it carefully for a moment, the muscles on his face froze suddenly, and he blinked in shock, like a wooden man nailed to the spot, not moving at all.

"Spiritual vein! You actually opened the spiritual vein!" Song Daoling seemed to have seen something amazing, and then said in surprise: "How is it possible, there was no way for so many talented people at that time, how did you do it?"

"This is what one of my Jiangzhou masters helped me shape. Jiang Changan snorted, he couldn't tell the matter of the Nirvana Mirror, he always understood the truth that the gentleman was innocent and guilty.

"Jiangzhou, who is Jiangzhou?" Song Daoling had been in Jiangzhou for a while, but he wanted to see which great sage it was.

"An old man surnamed Pang......" Jiang Chang'an's expression darkened.

"Surname Pang?" Song Daoling had never heard of this name in his head a few times, and he didn't ask more when he saw his expression.

"Okay, I didn't expect you stinky boy to have such a big opportunity, and I don't know what shit luck you had in your last life, just be good, you must know that your eldest brother and I were drunk and allowed to marry Shang Jun or Shang Xuan, a little girl, to your kid, haha. Song Daoling laughed, and the folds on his face shook in rows.

"Grandpa, Shang Jun's mind is all in the Qinglian Sect, and besides, you can't take your words seriously after drinking. Su Shangjun had a cold expression on his face.

Jiang Changan also pursed his lips, although this woman is good-looking, no one wants to marry a wooden man back.

"I know, I know, isn't there still Shang Xuan here, besides, this kid later had Princess Jingling as his fiancée......" Song Daoling thought of Jiang Chang'an's dismissal from the marriage halfway through.

Jiang Changan took the opportunity to say: "What Miss Su said is right, what she said after drinking should not be true, and I am only reshaping the spiritual vein, and I have not completely recovered." ”

"Not healed?" Song Daoling frowned, and when Su Shangjun was puzzled, he stretched out a finger leisurely, and pointed at the center of Jiang Changan's eyebrows with a dense aura, and in an instant, he saw two flames appear above Jiang Changan's head, one red and one blue, and the color was so light that it was almost transparent.

Song Daoling sighed: "It's still the same as back then......"

"One soul, one soul!" Su Shangjun covered his mouth in surprise and exclaimed. "Heavenly Remnant!"