"Not necessarily."

If Su Hang's martial arts are only at the level of Du Fuwei, then as a Jiesan, it is naturally difficult to enter Song Quan's eyes.

But facing the Yin Gui, Zhu Yuyan had to give in, such an amazing strength, Song Que had to pay attention to it at the highest level, whether it was the owner of the Song valve or the number one swordsman in the world.

"Xiaohang, this is the young master of the Song valve that you once mentioned, and there is a possibility of winning the world?"

At this moment, Uncle Nine walked over, still holding a thick stack of paper in his hand.

In the world of the Ninth Uncle, after the Sui Dynasty, it was naturally Tang.

It's just that with the experience of the Wu Dynasty replacing the Ming Dynasty in Zhang Sanfeng's world, Uncle Nine certainly doesn't think that Li Shimin is really an irreplaceable son of destiny.

The world is very big, and it won't run without someone, and without Li Shimin, there will naturally be a Zhao Shiming and Jiang Shimin who will jump out to replace him.

Of course, in any case, just the name "Li Shimin" is enough to make Uncle Nine and others pay great attention to it.

Since in this case, Song Valve can still get such undisguised praise from Su Hang, and its strength can also be seen.

"Brother Su has a good reputation, in the troubled times, we are already satisfied if we can keep the land of Lingnan, how can we talk about winning the world?"

Song Shidao's words are not modest, because although Song Valve has the strength to win the world, and it coincides with the coming troubled times, there are still two voices in the valve.

First, it is natural that "God does not take it, but suffers the blame", hoping to devote himself to the big gamble of chasing the Central Plains.

If you lose, although today's glory and wealth are all burned, if you win, you will be the supreme in the world, and the wealth is endless.

In addition, the other side is naturally the conservatives represented by Song Yuzhi.

They were satisfied enough with Song Valve's current strength, and compared to the position of the Ninth Five-Year Emperor, they were more inclined to stay out of the matter and protect themselves.

After all, with the strength of the Song Valve, as long as they put on a posture of staying out of the matter, no force would dare to take the initiative to provoke them.

At this time, these two diametrically opposed voices were still holding each other, and they had not made up their true determination.

Of course, Su Hang also knows that this kind of stalemate is only because Song Que has not made a clear statement.

Otherwise, once this person makes up his mind, no matter whether he is born or enters the WTO, no one in the valve will disobey this "heavenly sword" again.

The brothers and sisters of the Song family looked at Uncle Nine curiously.

Uncle Nine is not as handsome as Duan Tianya and Guihai Yidao, but he can always make people have a strong sense of trust.

"Who is this?"

Su Hang introduced:

"This is my master."

Master?!

Not only the brothers and sisters of the Song family, but even Shi Qingxuan showed a little surprise on his face.

Su Hang's origin is mysterious, even Cihang Jingzhai, who only enters the world once in decades, can't compare, to say that they are not curious about Su Hang's teacher, what kind of divine can teach such a demon, it is absolutely impossible.

It's a pity that through a light curtain, no matter how they sense, how can they sense the strength of Uncle Jiu?

"These are the farewell letters of those wronged souls, can Song Gongzi send them out on our behalf?"

"Don't believe it? Master, when did you record it? ”

Looking at the paper in Uncle Nine's hand, which was only a few inches thick, Su Hang was also a little surprised:

"How, though?"

Millions of unjust souls have now been subdued by Su Hang's master and apprentice.

Nine out of these six or seven hundred thousand ghosts choose to re-enter reincarnation, and you can imagine how "spectacular" the family letters they left behind are.

"Of course not, these are just catalogs, those letters are there, and the bones are sorted out......"

Sure enough, Uncle Jiu's words fell, and immediately a team of soul soldiers held large wooden boxes, and soon a "hill" was piled up behind the two.

The corners of Su Hang's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his head to look at Master Song:

"Senior brother, can you help me with this?"

Even with the help of the soul soldiers, with Su Hang's power in the Tang world, it would be really difficult to send all these letters and bones to the correct recipients.

Song Shidao thought about it, and directly agreed.

Whether it is out of morality or to win over Su Hang, he will not be stingy with this kind of busyness.

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One year into Yi, two years in Chengdu, is the name of Chengdu, and because of Li Bing's Dujiangyan, the achievement of the reputation of the country of abundance.

There are three major forces in Sichuan, namely Xie Hui's Duzun Fort, the "Gun King" Fan Zhuo's Sichuan Gang, and the "Monkey King" Fengzhen's Ba League.

On the three-day journey, Su Airlines has come to the outside of Chengdu.

Compared with the Central Plains, which has been plagued by Yang Guang and the rebellious army, the prosperity of Sichuan and Shu is particularly precious.

The first thing that caught Su Hang's eye was countless lanterns.

Hanging in front of the merchant's house, in the hand of the naughty boy, floating in the water of the little river......

All kinds of lanterns.

Mid-Autumn ...... Is it festive?

Forgive Su Hang for always switching between different worlds, and staying in the deserted place of Liaoshui for half a month, the approximate date is still a bit impressive, but the specific date, I am really too lazy to remember, and I can't remember.

Otherwise, counting the real world, there are a total of five timelines, and anyone will have a big head.

He now understood why when he and Shi Qingxuan proposed to meet in three days, the look in the eyes of the Song Shidao brothers and sisters would be so strange.

The willow tops on the moon, people are about after dusk.

A chuckle also appeared on Su Hang's face.

I stayed in that ghostly place for more than ten days, and every day I saw ghosts with hideous faces, missing arms and legs, even if Su Hang was not afraid, it really affected his mood.

This lively and beautiful lantern festival made Su Hang can't help but feel extremely good.

In fact, this is also the first time that Su Hang has participated in this kind of lantern festival.

Although the world of "Zhang Sanfeng" and the world of "No. 1 in the World" are hundreds of years later than "Datang", the latter is the most prosperous.

With the colorful crowd, Su Hang looked curiously at everything on the side of the street, and slowly went to the place he had made an appointment with Shi Qingxuan.

In addition to the Hanfu women, the gorgeous clothes of the Qiang girls are full of foreign customs, and the sound of laughter and fun comes and goes, overflowing the city gate avenue lined with shops.

"Enter the hole like a dragon, and go out of the hole like a phoenix. A phoenix gives birth to a hundred sons, and a hundred sons become a dragon? ”

When Su Hang was about to reach out and take off a round lantern, a white and flawless palm took the lead and took off the lantern first.

At the same time, a pleasant female voice also sounded behind Su Hang.

"Will Su Gongzi also be interested in these?"

"Or else?"

Hearing this somewhat cold voice, Su Hang raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head with some surprise, and looked at the owner of the palm:

"What should I be interested in in your mind?"