Fang Zheng walked halfway, but suddenly turned around, scratching his head and looking at Chu Xu: "I know the origin of Chu Gongzi's family education, I wonder if there are elders above the martial sect in Chu Gongzi's family?"

Chu Xu shook his head: "No." ”

Fang Zheng nodded, thoughtful but a little disappointed and left.

Chu Xu sent Fang Zheng away, explained to the black sauce, and got up and went to the Song Mansion. According to Fang Zheng's words, the Song Mansion should have suffered a heavy loss, but even if he was mentally prepared, when he arrived at the Song Mansion, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

It's not a depression anymore that can be described.

The door wall between the street and the Song Mansion is scattered and uneven, and it is no longer functional, and now only a row of low wooden planks surrounds the Song Mansion to temporarily serve as the gate wall; the large trees planted in the courtyard are also down, and one of the rough trees that is said to be hundreds of years old is no longer visible; and the ground in front of the Song Mansion has also become potholes, which must have been destroyed by the debris splashed in the fighting.

Chu Xu slowly walked into the Song Mansion with the doorman who came back from the report, and looked at the Song domineering who was ushered in not far away, and his heart sank. I haven't seen him for a few days, and Uncle Song has aged so much. His black hair was gray, his face was wrinkled like chrysanthemums, his eyes were dull, his lips were gray, and his upright body seemed to be crushed, and his steps were staggering.

Chu Xu looked at it with a sour heart.

This is his father, and of course Chu Xu knows why Song Badao has changed so drastically. No matter how fierce yesterday's fight was, on the surface, it was just a fight, and even if you were injured, you were only injured. But as a father, the only thing that can crush him the most is his own children.

Now that the Cao family is powerful, it is not difficult for Cao Gengkun to find a person. And Song Badao has been weak since he was a child, and he has no power to defend himself, and once he is found, he will never end well. Song Badao has been without news for a few days, and the anxiety in Song Badao's heart is really indescribable.

Chu Xu suppressed the sigh and sourness in his heart, and bowed respectfully: "The kid has seen Uncle Song." ”

Song Badao looked at his own son's friend, who was almost the same as his son, his eyes were sour, and his voice was a little trembling: "Okay, okay, Xu'er, you're here..."

This feeling is like a father who worries about his son at home all the year round, and is relieved and happy when he sees his son's friends come to visit, as well as a faint sense of loss and sadness.

It's not your own son......

Of course, Chu Xu understood Song Badao's mood, he stepped forward and supported Song Badao, who was missing in his heart, and said softly: "Uncle Song, let's go back to the house." ”

"Okay, okay, look at Uncle Song's memory, he actually let you stand here for a long time, come, sit in the house. ”

Song Badao took Chu Xu into the back study of the inner courtyard, which was still intact, beckoned the housekeeper to make tea, and did not sit on the chair behind the desk where he usually sits, so he sat down with Chu Xu, and tentatively wanted to pat Chu Xu's shoulder, but realized that something was not right, and withdrew his hand a little embarrassed.

Chu Xu sighed inwardly, raised his head and looked at Song Badao, who had been looking at him but obviously didn't know what he was thinking, and said softly: "Uncle Song, don't worry, the Badao is there now." ”

"What?!What are you talking about?!!" Song Badao, who was originally absent-minded, sat up straight suddenly, grabbed Chu Xu's shoulder, stared at Chu Xu's shoulders, stared at Chu Xu, trembled his lips, and confirmed with some excitement and loss: "Dao'er, Dao'er, he's really there?"

He didn't wait for Chu to reply, and continued to murmur with some incoherence: "He, is he okay? Is he injured, how is he, he, he, he, is he really okay?!!

"Uncle Song, don't worry, the Badao is fine, he's fine," Chu Xu pursed his lips, pressed the sourness in his heart, and patiently comforted: "After the Badao escaped, he followed me to the Sui Han House, where there are several Jindan powerhouses stationed, extremely safe, and it is not a problem at all to protect the Badao." He's fine now, really good, just a little worried about you......"

Although Song Badao never said it, Chu Xu could also see that he was not completely heartless, and he also had concerns in his heart.

When Song Badao heard this, he opened his mouth slightly, took a few breaths of air quickly, his facial muscles were slightly twisted, the corners of his eyes and mouth twitched constantly, and his whole face seemed to be out of control; he opened his mouth silently, his nostrils were wide open, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and his tears could no longer hold back, like a waterfall flowing down the vicissitudes of life. He slowly bent up, covered his face with his hands little by little, and trembled unconsciously all over his body, and cried silently.

His knife was fine.

His knife is fine......

His knife is really fine!!

After a long time, Song Badao regained control of his emotions that had been out of control, raised his head, and looked at Chu Xu sincerely: "Virtuous nephew, thank you." ”

Chu Xu hurriedly waved his hand: "Uncle Song is outside, the sword is my brother, this is a reasonable thing." ”

Song Badao looked like he had a feeling of detachment, it was a relief that his heart disease could be removed: "Badao, I may need to take care of my nephew in the future....."

Chu Xu nodded seriously, and then said: "Uncle Song, you can rest assured, the sword is safe and secure in the old cold house, and his stubborn illness since childhood may also be solved......

"What!" Song Badao's paralyzed body bounced up suddenly, and he grabbed Chu Xu's shoulders again, a little incredulous but extremely excited: "Xian, virtuous nephew, this is true, this is true?"

"Really. Chu Xu nodded affirmatively: "According to the judgment of Jin Dan's seniors, the Ba Dao is born with a crippled soul and a soul, and it just so happens that Brother Tan has a technique suitable for the cultivation of the Ba Dao, which was used by Zhao Yifei, the sole sword back then, although there are some places that are not quite consistent, but one of the Jin Dan seniors can cast a suitable spiritual weapon for the Ba Dao, which greatly improves the success rate of training." ”

Song Badao stood up a little excitedly, faced Chu Xu, and bowed deeply: "Virtuous nephew, Song, I am grateful." Great kindness, unforgettable !!"

Chu Xu hurriedly stood up and supported Song Ba and said, "Uncle Song, you can't help it, you can't help it." Badao is also my brother, and there is hope of curing him, and the kid is extremely happy, Uncle Song, it doesn't have to be like this. ”

Song Badao looked at Chu Xu with some emotion: "Now my Song family is almost the enemy of the whole Hongcheng, it is difficult for the virtuous nephew and the Fang family to help each other so much; my sword is the hope of my Song family; as long as he is fine, everything is fine, all right...... Dao'er, just let him stay in the old house, don't come out......"

Chu Xu nodded with a smile and chatted with him for a long time before leaving.

Song Badao watched Chu Xu leave, the whole person's spirit was refreshed, and he finally had the heart to think about other things after letting go of two big things; he turned to the housekeeper on the side and asked, "Where is Uncle Wang?"