"Sacred Heart?"

Song Qian opened it casually without care, "This name doesn't sound powerful." ”

But as she continued to watch, gradually, the casual look on her face disappeared, and in its place, it was shocked and unbelievable!

"I'm grass!"

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, she couldn't believe that the old Song family still had such an awesome technique.

In terms of cultivation, she is a street runner who fishes for three days and dries nets for two days, but she has absolutely nothing to say in terms of martial arts qualifications and vision, and after reading it from beginning to end, she basically has a rough estimate of the level of this martial arts.

According to what the elder brother once said unintentionally, the foundation of this heaven and earth is gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and the law of the five elements builds the whole world.

As for ice, thunder, wind, and the like, they are all extended on the basis of the five elements.

This is definitely a top-level technique that can be cultivated to the fullest, and you can comprehend the ice attribute laws between heaven and earth, and then break through to the realm of the great grandmaster!

A top-level technique that could be cultivated directly to the Great Grandmaster was thrown into her hands by her own father so easily, Song Qian was a little suspicious of her eyes.

"Our old Song family, is it so awesome?"

Song Qian pushed open the door and shouted towards the courtyard: "Dad~~"

"Don't ask!" Song Yuanshan said impatiently: "This is the supreme exercise passed down by the ancestor of our Song family, and it was given by the ancestor himself back then, and there are not many exercises of this level in the whole world.

You give Lao Tzu a good retreat and cultivation now, and I will see the results after half a year! ”

"Half a year is too long..."

Song Qian wanted to bargain, but after seeing the seven wolves in her father's hand, she subconsciously shrank back, "That, Dad, such a powerful exercise, why don't you give my brother a practice?" ”

"He's not suitable!" Song Yuanshan's face froze, and he said unhappily: "If you give it to you, you will practice, why do you ask so much!" ”

"However, my brother will be able to condense the flower of qi and go to Cheongju in two or three months at most, and you let me retreat for half a year, how can I still follow along?"

Song Yuanshan's eyes widened, "Who told you that you want to be together?" This time, your brother is alone! ”

"What?" Song Qian was unhappy, "I don't worry about my brother alone, Dad, you don't know, people outside have all bad intentions....."

Song Yuanshan interrupted: "This time, it's your brother's chance, he can only go alone, you can't follow!" ”

"Why?"

"No why!" Song Yuanshan looked up at the sky and said lightly: "If you go, then it won't be his chance!" ”

"God babble!" Song Qian's face was full of unhappiness.

Song Yuanshan continued to sit on the recliner and said lazily: "In short, if you are good for your brother, don't go!" ”

Song Qian's brows were furrowed like twisted flowers, and her face was unhappy.

But after hesitating for a moment, she nodded helplessly, "I know, you said so, I can't cheat brother, right?" ”

The corners of Song Yuanshan's mouth tugged,

You can't bear to pit brother, but you can't do it, right?

This black-hearted little padded jacket!

.....

At the beginning of February, Song Xuan went out.

Song Qian said goodbye to him through the door, crying through the iron window.

In that scene, Song Xuan almost sang a song of tears to her.

first rode to the dock, and then did not let anyone follow, and directly took the sea boat arranged by Xuan Yiwei to go to sea and rushed towards Cheongju.

The area of Cheongju was too large, and even if there were many Qing soldiers, it was impossible to deploy defenses on all the coastlines, so Song Xuan found an area full of reefs and disembarked, stepped on the sea, and entered the boundary of Cheongju.

The outline of Cheongju is basically the same as that of Myeongju, and even the names of the twelve prefectures of Cheongju are roughly similar to Myeongju.

Song Xuan is now on the border of Qingzhou and Guangzhou, and after walking more than ten miles inland along the coast, a city came into his field of vision.

There were not many people outside the city, and there was even a smell of blood in the air, and dozens of corpses were lined up along the way, as if it had just experienced a killing here.

At the gate of the city, some people are queuing up to enter the city, and the biggest difference between the people here and Mingzhou is that the men here have shaved their hair!

is not a simple shaved head, but a small braid like a pig's tail on the back of the head, with a rich Qing Dynasty characteristics of the money rat tail!

One simple word - ugly!

No matter how to beautify this hairstyle in the film and television dramas before the time travel, in Song Xuan's eyes, ugly is ugly, and this kind of braid is still ugly in his eyes even if it is another thousand years!

Song Xuan was dressed in a black robe, and his long hair moved in the wind, which looked out of place with everything around him.

Seeing him swaggering over, several Qing soldiers at the city gate were stunned at first, and then some laughed out loud.

"The blood of the people in these two vast realms is really great, and more than half of them have been killed, and there are still people who don't know whether they are alive or dead!"

As he spoke, he heard the sound of the long knife coming out of its sheath one after another, and five or six Qing soldiers walked towards Song Xuan unhurriedly with long knives in their hands.

"Another thief, brothers, take his head to get the reward!"

As soon as the words fell, several Qing soldiers swarmed up, and the sharp long knives slashed at each other, ready to hack to death this thief who refused to shave his hair.

Song Xuan's expression was flat, he didn't even look at the few people who were attacking and killing around him, and his steps were still walking forward unhurriedly.

The onlookers looked frightened, with a little unbearable on their faces, what a good young man, it's a pity, he died in the hands of the Tartars.

But in the next moment, the fear and unbearable look on their faces turned into consternation, but they saw Song Xuan stepping out of the crowd, and behind him, the Qing soldiers held long knives, still retained the action of chopping, and stood motionless in place.

When he walked away and entered the city gate, these people were like tofu blocks, and pieces of flesh and blood on their bodies fell to the ground, as if they had been stabbed hundreds of times in an instant.

The people watching from the outside of the city looked at each other one by one, and they felt chills all over their bodies in broad daylight.

After entering the city, there were not many pedestrians on the streets, but everyone hid to the sides in fear after seeing Song Xuan's long flowing hair.

Since the founding of the Qing Dynasty last year, Huang Taiji has issued an order to shave his hair.

Keep your head without hair, keep your hair without your head!

Those who dared to resist and disobey orders had basically died under the iron hooves of the Qing army, and most of the people who survived now had already accepted their fate.

In broad daylight, when I suddenly saw such a young man who didn't shave his hair, he was even a little stunned and couldn't react.

Of course, they are more afraid, for fear that this person will provoke the Qing soldiers and affect them.

Song Xuan knew their psychology, and he didn't bother with everyone, just stood on the street, waiting quietly.

He's waiting!

It is estimated that the news that the Qing soldiers had just been killed would soon reach the Qing generals.

He is lazy, rather than looking for the Qing army here, it is better to wait for the other party to send it to the door and kill it directly.

It's just killing people, naturally how convenient and how to come!