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Song Sitao waved his hand and smiled bitterly: "Actually, it's not a big deal, this handkerchief was left to me by my insider." ”

"It turned out to be ******, looking at the appearance of this handkerchief, presumably this Jade Lady must be a strange woman in the show, I don't know how she has been doing recently?"

Hearing Han Sheng's words, a trace of sweetness flashed on Song Sitao's face, and then the corners of his mouth showed bitterness: "She is indeed quite virtuous, but she is long gone, and she is not Mrs. Jade, this 'jade' is our child's name." ”

Han Sheng just wants to slap his big mouth now, he shouldn't speak, it's really a pot that can't be opened, but it's impossible for him to really shut up now, because he quickly realized something: "Your child's name is Yu'er?" He paused and blurted out: "It turns out that Song Yu is your son!"

It can't be blamed that Han Sheng was surprised, because in the record of the task scroll of the sect, Song Sitao only has one son named Song Yan, and this Song Yan is the young owner of Puliu Villa who died after returning from entering the Hanluo Sect.

As for Song Yu, there was no mention of this character in the quest scroll, but when I saw him, I felt that he was very amazing in terms of qualifications and appearance, such characters should not be ignored, and I thought that he might be used to being low-key. Now that he heard that he was the son of the head of the Song family in front of him, how could he not be surprised, but just now Song Yu's attitude towards Song Sitao was clearly only the respect of the clansmen for the head of the family, but how could there be half a deep father-son relationship.

"Yu'er...... Hey" Song Sitao only felt a little exhausted, and he began to stand unsteadily under the dizziness, and he was about to fall to the ground in front of him, but fortunately, Han Sheng quickly supported him and helped him to the Taishi chair in the hall.

Seeing Song Sitao in such a state, Han Sheng didn't want to ask any more, but Song Sitao grabbed Han Sheng's sleeve and insisted on finishing his words.

After slowing down for a long time, Song Sitao's vomiting began to normalize, and he slowly sat down with his collapsed body and began to continue to speak: "Shangxian must be very strange about Yu'er's attitude towards me. ”

Han Sheng nodded, this Song Yu's attitude is indeed worth scrutinizing, and there is an extremely intricate story behind it.

"Actually, Yu'er wasn't like this before, although it's a little unfair, but since I was a child, I loved him more than Yan'er, and he was also extremely dependent on me as a father. But since his mother's death, his temperament has changed greatly, and he is like a stranger to my father, and he has never even called me father again. Song Sitao sighed, his eyes showed indescribable sadness, one of the two sons sent a white-haired man to a black-haired man, and the other was still there but had never called himself a father, this feeling must be extremely painful.

"But why is this happening? Mother dies, shouldn't father and son rely on each other for their lives?" Although he sympathized with Song Sitao, Han Sheng felt that the truth of the matter was probably not as simple as he said.

"Ahem...... Ahem, yes, it was supposed to be like this. Ahem...... cough cough...... Song Sitao's body began to shake violently again, and after a long time, he took away the handkerchief on the side of his mouth and looked at Han Sheng with burning eyes: "I don't know if the immortals have ever heard of the bloodline exercises?"

Han Sheng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and the body that had just sat down suddenly stood up: "Bloodline exercises? You are talking about the kind of exercises that can only be cultivated when a certain bloodline concentration reaches a certain level!"

Although Han Sheng thought that he could not cultivate and had been decadent in the sect for a long time, he did not really abandon it, and the books provided by the master made him a blessing in disguise, and he learned a lot of knowledge from it. Today's Han Sheng can be regarded as well-read and knowledgeable, and others may not know about some partial knowledge, but he can be a treasure.

Bloodline exercises, as the name suggests, are naturally related to bloodline, compared to general exercises, this bloodline exercises are more cherished, because he does not rely on chance, nor talent, but only to see the concentration of bloodlines contained in your body, this bloodline generally comes from the person who founded the exercises, everyone who created the bloodline exercises must be amazingly talented, although they are vertical and horizontal, but also have heroes in the twilight, in order to avoid bullying for future generations, often at the time of death. As long as your bloodline concentration is sufficient, no matter how poor your qualifications are, if you cultivate bloodline exercises related to your bloodline, your progress will not be slower than that of a genius who cultivates exercises of the same level. It is said that in Zhongzhou, there is even that kind of ancient family that has a bloodline technique above the heaven level, what kind of concept is this? That is to say, as long as this technique is cultivated, then the cultivation speed of the entire family is at least equivalent to that of a genius who causes a hundred books to sound together! What a rebellion against the sky!

Song Sitao nodded when he heard Han Sheng's answer, slightly surprised, he didn't expect Han Sheng to really hear about it, but he saved himself a little tongue, but soon the sadness on his face became even worse.

Seeing Song Sitao's expression, and thinking of the special nature of this bloodline exercise, Han Sheng's aura flashed, grasped the main point, and couldn't help but exclaim: "What do you mean!"