Thorn Mansion, study.

One letter, two fires, three camps, four men and women.

Xiao Zhen was bound all over his body and sat coldly.

Song Zhuowen was murderous in front of him, and tears on his cheeks were faintly visible.

Xiahou Chun and Song Jing had complicated eyes, listening to Xiao Zhen tell the ins and outs with expressionless faces.

I saw her eyebrows lowered, and a cold voice sounded in the study.

She glanced at Song Jing, only to see him clenching his fists and sneering, "What you expected is right, a few years ago, the Daomen targeted you. ”

"In the second year of Chunxi, you were a scholar and the first, and it was also that year that Niangniang was favored by His Majesty and given as a talented person. At that time, I intended to recruit you into my Xiao camp, but I was cut off by Yan Jidao, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites at the time. ”

Song Jing's figure shook, his eyes widened, and he pointed at her and said in a trembling voice: "So you poisoned Yun'er?" ”

Xiao Zhen sneered: "At that time, you were just a little Puzhou to join the army, how could you be qualified to be calculated by us." ”

She said lightly: "But six years ago, you were transferred to the Governor of Qin, and you were among the six grades of Dajing, and this really entered the field of vision of the elders, so you designed to kill Yan Yueying, and then refine your soul into the Xuansha Jedi Formation. ”

Song Zhuowen's eyes cracked, and she lost her voice: "Mother!" ”

Xiahou Chun saw her body staggering and shaking, and she fainted directly, and he immediately held her up.

After waking up from the pinching, the resentment and killing intent in Song Zhuowen's eyes almost turned into substance, and it was difficult to wash away all the lakes and seas.

She hissed, "You guys are so ruthless! You will not die well, you will go to hell for the rest of your life!! ”

She glanced at Song Zhuowen lightly, "That is, you girl believes in hell, it's just the self-deception of incompetent people." ”

Xiao Zhen smiled disdainfully: "What's more, even if there is really hell, so what? I am an authentic disciple of Xuanmen, born as a Taoist man, and become a god when I die, who dares to drag me into hell? ”

"Die!!" Song Zhuowen cried and rushed towards Xiao Zhen.

In front of Xiao Zhen, it was a burst of beating and biting.

However, Xiao Zhen is a half-step infant refining real person realm after all, how can he be injured by a mortal fetus in the flesh.

For her, Song Zhuowen's fist slap was just an itch.

Xiahou Chun sighed secretly in his heart, he didn't stop it just now, he also felt that with Xiao Zhen's ruthless behavior, it really hurt Tianhe, and after killing someone, he also drained his soul to refine it, which was like a demon.

It's just that she is an elder after all, and neither he nor Song Zhuowen has the right to dispose of Xiao Zhen.

Therefore, after Song Zhuowen finished venting, Xiahou Chun pulled her away and said to Song Jingyan: "Master Song, this Xiao Zhen Palace will be handed over to you." ”

After speaking, he wanted to help out Song Zhuowen, who had fainted from crying again due to heartbreak.

"Wait!" Song Jing, who had been silent, suddenly stopped him.

Xiahou Chun's heart moved, and he saw Song Jing's complicated eyes, and after pursing his lips slightly, he raised his eyes to stare at Xiahou Chun, and said slowly: "His Royal Highness Youlao will abolish her cultivation first." ”

Xiao Zhen Huo Ran raised his head, looked at Song Jing with disbelief on his face, and roared angrily: "The surname Song, you dare!" ”

Xiahou Chun also jumped his eyebrows, after the cultivator was abolished and cultivated, it was difficult to have a chance to repair it in this life.

Unless you get the 'Nine Turns Xuantian Pill' that the Sect Master Xuanzong personally refined, or the 'Thousand Year Spirit Ginseng Leaf' of the Medicine King Valley, you will become a completely wasted person.

Of course, if you can find the Buddha Golden Cicada Holy Buddha, that is, the Buddha's 'Ten Relics', you can also bring the dead back to life and reshape your cultivation.

Even if you get the immortal heart of the demon lord, you can also change your life against the sky.

But, are these things available to them little people?

Let's not talk about the Buddhist relics and the heart of the demon lord, don't say no, even if there is, how many people in this world can get it?

Xuanzong Sect Master? Or Emperor Dajing?

Therefore, once he was deposed, Xiao Zhen was completely reduced to a mortal.

Moreover, in this life, he will never be able to step on the path of monasticism again.

For Xiao Zhen, who has enjoyed the scenery of the half-step real realm, it is undoubtedly worse than death.

In Xiahou Chun's complicated face, Song Jing's eyes seemed to have a look of pain, and he muttered to himself: "You killed Yun'er, and even more refined her soul, and didn't kill you, it's already for the sake of you and my husband and wife." ”

There was a hint of pain and twitching in his eyes, "This is the price you have to pay!" ”

Seeing that Song Jing really showed murderous intent, Xiao Zhen finally panicked.

She looked fierce: "Song Jing!! If you dare to abolish my cultivation, my Xiao family will never let you go!! ”

Song Jing flicked his robe, turned around, and said astringently: "Your Highness, please make a move!" ”

"Song Jing, you dare! No, you can't! ”

Xiao Zhen's face turned pale, and his body retreated frantically.

At the same time, the breath on his body kept flickering, as if he was struggling violently.

The cultivation in his body is like a cage trapped beast, frantically colliding, intending to break the 'true chain'.

However, this chain is specially built for the real world, how can Xiao Zhen break free from a half-step refining baby.

"Husband, please, let me go, I don't dare anymore. Brother Jing, haven't we been in the same room yet, let's have the same room tonight, no, we'll have the same room now! ”

After Xiao Zhen couldn't break free, he grabbed Song Jing with a rolling belt, howled and cried, and begged hard.

"Husband, I know you hate me, but I can't help myself, it's all Xiao Hanchen, yes, it's him, he seduced me, he instructed me to do this!"

She hugged Song Jing frantically, wailing and screaming, intending to win Song Jing's sympathy and begging him to change his mind.

"And that Xiao child, it was Zhuowen who he assassinated, they were all them, and the concubine didn't do anything."

As soon as Song Zhuowen was mentioned, Song Jing was furious.

He kicked Xiao Zhen away, and said angrily: "You are still embarrassed to mention Zhuowen to me, don't you know that after Yueying leaves, Zhuowen is all I have, and Zhuowen is not filial enough to you?" ”

"How ruthless are you to do this, it's not enough to kill Yueying, you even have to kill my daughter!!"

Song Jing trembled with anger, pointed at Xiao Zhen and roared angrily: "It's not a pity that a femme fatale like you will die, and it will be cheaper for you to abolish your cultivation!" ”

His eyes burned, and he said hatefully: "I beg Your Highness to abolish this demon quickly!" ”

Xiahou Chun glanced at him deeply and said softly, "Isn't Master Song afraid of the Xiao family's revenge?" ”

Song Jing smiled miserably: "Revenge? You are wrong, since Yueying was killed by them, I, Song Jing, have been fighting with them Xiao Clan! ”

With a ruthless look in his eyes, he directly pulled out the Nanke sword on Xiahou Chun's waist.

Boom.

Chopped off two of his fingers.

Scarlet blood stained the robes, and the blood flowed incessantly.

Xiahou Chun's face changed greatly, and he said quickly: "Master Song, what are you doing!" ”

He hurriedly cast a spell to seal Song Jing's wound and picked up the severed finger, intending to help him heal.

And Song Zhuowen was directly awakened, his little face was pale, panicked, and cried: "Dad, what are you doing!" ”

She hugged Song Jing and hurriedly tried to help her connect her severed finger.

Unexpectedly, Song Jing held Song Zhuowen and pushed Xiahou Chun away.

His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I, Song Jing, swear to heaven that I will avenge my deceased wife all my life, and swear to kill the mastermind behind the scenes!" ”

Xiao Zhen was also frightened by this scene.

Song Jing is just a scholar, he couldn't bear to kill pigs and sheep in the past, but today he actually cut off two fingers, which shows the determination in his heart.

She was completely paralyzed to the ground, her eyes glazed over, and she muttered, "It's over." ”

Song Jing turned his head suddenly, raised his sword and mopped the floor, and walked towards Xiao Zhen.

Xiao Zhenqiao's face was shocked, and she watched him raise his sword and raise his sword.

Xiao Zhen shrank back frantically and kept shouting: "Don't come here, don't come over." ”

Song Jing's face was indifferent, and the tip of his sword was downward.

Towards her dantian position, poke suddenly!

Poof.

Xiao Zhenxing's eyes immediately widened, and she looked at Song Jing with a resentful expression.

A few words slurred out of his mouth: "You.... So ruthless! ”

Immediately, the aura on Xiao Zhen's body quickly dissipated like a deflated snowball.

Cultivation is a visible decline, and in the blink of an eye, it fell to the Qingdan realm.

Russian and true atmosphere.

Until only a few faint traces of spiritual power remained in his body.

Xiahou Chun, who witnessed all this, sighed secretly with a complicated expression.

He helped Song Zhuowen up and sat down, and whispered to Song Jing: "Master Song, let's bandage the wound first." ”

Song Jing lifted his sword and looked at Xiao Zhen, who had passed out, and was silent.

Xiahou Chun gave Song Zhuowen a look, and she immediately found the cloth gauze gold sore medicine and helped Song Jing to bandage it with the medicine.

Song Jing looked at his daughter, his eyes soft and doting.

A smile appeared on his pale and bloodless face, his eyes were complicated, and after hesitating for a moment, he lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "Zhuowen, it's my father who is sorry for you, all these years, let you suffer." ”

Song Zhuowen howled and cried, and threw himself directly into his arms, "Dad!! ”

Song Jing patted Song Zhuowen, immediately raised his head, stared at Xiahou Chun, and said softly:

"Your Highness, in the future, I will ask you to help take care of it."

He paused for a moment and said slowly: "Your Highness, rest assured, after Weichen enters Beijing next year to report on his work, he will stay in Beijing to perform his duties, and at that time, I am willing to cover all the guns and arrows in the court for His Highness!" ”

When he finished, he puffed and fell to his knees.

Xiahou Chun sighed lightly and was silent for a while, he knew that Song Jing had made up his mind, so he no longer persuaded him.

After helping Song Jing up, he said softly: "Master Song, take care!" ”

A smile appeared on Song Jing's face, "Your Highness is too." ”