"If I hadn't come here early, your little loach would have been digging into the mud again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Song Lao looked up behind me, at the end of the mountain road, and said meaningfully.

“……”

I was speechless, except for a wry smile.

I can't understand: why even the Daomen treated me like a black sheep and began to guard it strictly?

What did I do? What did my father do? You can't tolerate the Jiang family like this?

Why is the Wumen Yang family, one worse than the other, but they can continue to be free?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but say a little angrily: "Old Song, I bother you to go out in person, is this planning to 'arrest me'?"

Song Lao was a little stunned by my questioning tone, but he immediately realized that he laughed and said, "You kid, you slip like a loach, I envy you for being light and coming and going freely!"

Envy me, envy my family's ruin?

I thought so, but I couldn't bear to say anything unpleasant.

I bowed my head and said nothing, but Song Lao began to slowly introduce his words to the topic.

"Your father ended up with death, taking a more extreme and decisive approach, completely isolating himself from the Serpent. I don't think you understand why he did it, so he's been running around looking for answers, or the truth. ”

Yes, I don't deny it, that's a fact.

But this seems to be my personal private matter, what does it have to do with the Daomen?

"I think Jiang Qingsheng didn't even want to reveal a word about his own son, in fact, to protect you. ”

yes, but so what?

I have always listened to Song Lao with a very resistant attitude, and I believe he also saw this.

But he continued to speak patiently to me.

"As soon as your father died, he simply closed his door, refused to cooperate, refused to communicate, and we didn't have any channels to convey information to him, so we have been trying to rebuild the channel through you, but there has been no clue and progress, so there are some things that need to be known to you. ”

I shook my head decisively: "I'm sorry, I ......"

"Don't refuse just yet, listen to me before you make a decision. Song Lao interrupted me categorically.

He continued: "Those surnamed Jiang can only consider problems from the perspective of the Ghost Gate, and those surnamed Tian and those surnamed Yang can only consider the problem from the perspective of the Wumen;

As for Daomen, however, the ideas and practices have to be viewed from the perspective of the overall situation.

So I'm going to ask you for your help and spread the word in the middle. ”

Smile.

Even if my father is not in a thousand ways, he and I also broke bones and tendons, so is there a reason why we don't help so far, but turn our elbows outward?

Besides, my father is dead, how can I live in the middle, and how can I spread the word?

Regardless of these, listen to Song Lao talk about the so-called "inside story".

Song Lao also mentioned the origin of the Yin Snake, which I know that it came from under the Yellow Spring, and it was originally a prison escape by chance.

Song Lao's words also confirmed my statement.

He said that the Yin Snake was originally a demonic thing, and the Netherworld had been planning to capture it, but it was only beyond the reach of the whip that it gradually became the climate.

But this time, Shaliu took the opportunity of tourism development to think about it and cooperate with the Netherworld to let the Yin Snake return to where it should go.

This is the root of the game between light and dark to this day.

But my father's attitude and approach made the problem gradually unsolvable and turned into a dead knot.

Oh, my father has been sticking to it for half his life, not to mention the credit, and now he doesn't even have to work hard, but I am the culprit in Song Lao's words.

What a wonderful irony!

The more I listened, the more resistant I became, and finally I even resisted listening further:

"Old Song, don't say it. ”

My attitude was cold.

Song Lao sighed deeply: "Okay, let's use facts to speak, seeing is believing." ”

With that, he picked up his pen and tried to draw on the paper in front of him.

But I said meaningfully: "The Daomen illusion technique is really masterful, and I have already learned it." ”

My meaning is clear: stop fooling people with fake things, I'm not a child.

Song Lao was stunned for a moment, and instead of being angry, he laughed: "You kid...... In the magic and the world beyond it, you have already understood the truth of the human heart, in fact, the illusion of magic is sometimes false, but the truth or falsehood depends on the human mind.

Like this thing, it should always be real!"

He was talking, but he kept drawing on his hands.

After a while, Song Lao drew a box on the paper, but he didn't paint it, just outlined it with ink lines.

Then he told me to open it myself.

I hesitated.

But in the world of magic, anything is possible.

I reached for the wooden box.

The touch under the palm of my hand told me that I actually touched a box, but it was wrapped in a layer of cloth.

What the hell is this?

When I looked closely, it turned out that the drawing paper was not paper, but a white tablecloth, which was used to make a simple package, and the wooden box was inside.

"Open it up and see for yourself. ”

Song Lao was still beside him, and said sincerely.

I complained in my heart: "The wooden box is the wooden box, and this kind of fancy gimmick packaging is still engaged, is this showing me how clever the Dao Door technique is?"

Anyway, let's watch it first.

So he untied the package by dividing it by two.

It was indeed a wooden box, but its appearance was unpretentious, no different from the wooden box used in ordinary people's homes, but it was not locked.

I lifted the lid without thinking.

The wooden box was almost empty, with only two or three things.

I took out the top one, folded red sticker, and it was an invitation.

There is a mandarin duck pattern on it, and there are bronzing words that have been in harmony for a hundred years.

When I opened the invitation, I couldn't help but read out the text in a trembling voice:

It is hereby scheduled for xx year xx month xx o'clock, in the main house of Shima Village, to prepare a meal.

Respectfully invite Brother Song Yushui to come!

Forgive inconsiderate manners.

Respectfully invited——

The groom Jiang celebrates his birthday, and the bride Yin Yuzhen

……

This is a wedding card for mom and dad!

Yes, this invitation has been dull for a few years, but I can recognize Dad's handwriting.

And there is also a ghost secret signature on it, which is impossible to fake.

Yin Yuzhen! My mother's surname is Yin, why does this surname make me tremble......

I held the invitation in one hand, and reached into the wooden box with the other hand to take out the second thing, which is the wedding photo of my parents!

In other words, my dad was much cooler and more handsome than me back then......

Uh, the problem is, the mother who is standing with him is flat, board, and face!

Suddenly mixed feelings, shock, anger, longing, sour...... All sorts of flavors came flooding in.

However, as far as I know, wasn't my mother's face taken away by the Yin Snake after I had me?

It must have been ps!

I then said in a bitter voice: "Old Song, how did these seven-point true and three-point fake things come about, do you also love to watch the Three Kingdoms?"

Song Lao was unhappy: "You kid, why do you keep drilling the horns! I, Song Yushui, am a lot older, do I have the leisure to deceive you into a younger child? This invitation is real, and of course the photo is also true, your father is no longer alive, and the dead are the greatest—can I be guilty of being disrespectful to him!"

As for your mother, she likes it herself, your dad doesn't mind, and others can manage it!

…… Well, kid, if you really don't understand in your heart, it's because they haven't told you the truth. ”

"What truth?"

"Alas, this is a relic of your parents, and you don't have anything, so put it away yourself first, and make a thought. ”

I accepted the photos and the invitation as I said, and then I turned my inquiring eyes to Song Lao, hoping that he would explain a thing or two for me.