"Daddy, I ...... some time ago"

"Don't talk yet!

After dinner, Song Yifei endured his doubts and followed Song Zhian to his room.

A delicate carved Nanmu bed, antique ornaments are placed on the closet, exquisite official kiln porcelain, and celebrity calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall.

There is nothing surprising about the room, like most of the rich people in the world, there is no taste, and the vassal is elegant.

When he was a child, Song Yifei sneaked in a few times, broke a lot of things, and was punished by Lu Qingyan for copying tens of thousands of words of poetry.

Entering the room, Song Zhi'an walked to a wall with a huge picture of a horse, and gently moved a Pixiu ornament in the corner.

Boom!

The inside of the wall seemed to be pulled by a bearing, and it slowly opened with a slight roar.

Crash!

Song Zhi'an opened the calligraphy and painting, revealing a dark passage behind him, extending into the depths.

"Daddy, what are you?"

Chamber!

The person who gets this kind of thing in the room is definitely not an ordinary person. My own father, it doesn't seem that simple.

"It's not convenient here, let's enter and talk!"

Seeing Song Yifei's surprise, Song Zhi'an's chubby face couldn't help but show a trace of self-satisfaction, like a treasure that had been hidden for a long time, and finally waited for the moment to share it with others.

Dada!

The two entered the passage one after another, Song Zhian walked in front with a candle, and Song Yifei followed cautiously behind, the candlelight flickered, reflecting the smooth stone walls on both sides.

Following the passage, about twenty or thirty meters away, the two of them arrived at an empty and shady basement, and before entering, a pungent smell of blood had already hit their faces.

By the candlelight, Song Yifei noticed that in the center of the space, there was a cross, on which there seemed to be a human figure. With a strong physique, he was able to hear the figure and let out a faint breath like silk.

Next to the cross, there was a shelf for hanging objects, the contents on which were blurred, and the outline looked like torture instruments.

This scene!

This picture!!

My own father, it won't be some evil villain, right?

As soon as the thought came out, Song Yifei's heart jumped suddenly.

Ignoring Song Yifei's worries, after Song Zhi'an entered the basement, he leaned against the wall and lit the wall lamps around him one by one.

"Look at this guy, do you know him?"

Waiting for the space to illuminate, Song Zhian walked to the cross, took a candle to shine on the people above, and said to Song Yifei with a smile.

"This is, Lin!

With narrow eyebrows and a feminine face, after seeing the figure hanging on the cross, Song Yifei's heart turned over and over, and his brain was blank.

He and Lin Jiuxiao really met, only the time in Lu Fu, but the other party had a special temperament and unique appearance, which impressed him very much, so he recognized it at a glance.

"Daddy, what the hell is going on? Could it be that you arrested him?"

An ordinary rich man actually arrested a well-known evil master in the rivers and lakes and imprisoned him in a dungeon.

Why did this style of painting suddenly become weird?

Song Zhi'an is a heavyweight fat man who has to pant when he walks, how can he be an opponent of Lin Jiuxiao's top congenital masterpiece?

There's some secret here!

Song Zhian smiled, and instead of helping Song Yifei solve his doubts, he asked rhetorically, "What do you think this guy should do?"

Hearing Song Zhi'an's inquiry, Song Yifei could only be patient and turned his head to look at Lin Jiuxiao, who was hanging on the cross and in a coma.

The red clothes were tattered, and his body was also scarred, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind.

"Kill!"

Song Yifei didn't hesitate too much, and said in a cold tone.

Lin Jiuxiao dared to make a move against his family, the two were already an endless situation, and Song Yifei naturally would not pity such an enemy.

"Hmm!"

Hearing Song Yifei's answer, Song Zhian nodded with satisfaction.

Walking the rivers and lakes, if you don't have this decisive heart, you will not only kill yourself, but also affect your family.

Since his son has this determination, Song Zhian is not prepared to hide his identity.

"In that case, let's do it!"

"Me?" Song Yifei wondered.

"Do you still want me to do it? I've been bloodless for years!"

“......”

Didn't you hit this guy's wounds?

Forget it! Daddy's words are the biggest!

Song Yifei didn't have the heart to torture Lin Jiuxiao, nor did he have time to chat with him, and pointed like a sword, directly on his eyebrows.

"Ahh

Lin Jiuxiao, who was pierced by the sword qi through the Heavenly Spirit Cover, just trembled all over his body, and completely lost his breath.

Who would have thought that a master of the evil sect who had been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades would die in this small black house in such obscurity.

After solving Lin Jiuxiao, Song Yifei looked at Song Zhi'an, waiting for his explanation.

"Originally, I didn't want you to know about these things. You don't have any talent for martial arts, and your mother and I just hope that you can live your life in peace. But I didn't expect the world to be impermanent......"

Song Zhi'an told a very bloody third-rate love story with a reminiscing look.

A rich girl ran away from home, wandered the rivers and lakes, and met a young man who was also a fledgling and changed his name and surname to travel to Daqian.

“......”

I didn't expect that I could do this kind of thing, and Song Yifei didn't know how to complain.

"Daddy, what realm are you?"

"Innate perfection!"

The corners of Song Zhi'an's mouth rose, and he couldn't help the smugness in his heart.

Would that father not want to be in the limelight in front of his son?

Innate perfection, that is already the top group of people under the grandmaster.

"Dad, you are so strong, why don't you teach me martial arts in person?

If Song Yifei had personally taught and guided, he would not have become a small student at the age of thirty-five.

"I taught you when I was a child, but your talent is too poor, and whoever teaches you is the same!"

Speaking of this, Song Zhian was also quite helpless. He and his wife are both cultivation geniuses, but they didn't expect to give birth to a son, but their qualifications are mediocre. If it weren't for the similarity of father and son, he would have doubted whether Song Yifei was biological.

Song Yifei recalled, it seems that there was indeed a period of experience when he was a child, teaching martial arts.

"Then why don't you find me some medicine to replenish?"

"I didn't give it to you that year, because you were worried that you would accumulate too much erysipelas and affect your cultivation, so you didn't want to eat it!"

“......”

This Song Yifei really has nothing to say, and he was indeed a little stubborn in the first half of his life. Of course, this also has little to do with the usefulness of the pill, unless it is a miracle medicine like Shaolin Da Huandan, ordinary pills have little impact on the breakthrough of cultivation. Otherwise, Su Hongye, who has a grandmaster grandfather, would have relied on resources to become congenital.

To put it simply, it's all the fault of mediocre qualifications.

I don't have any cultivation talent, so knowing too much may not be a good thing!

If you are a gentleman, you know that your father is a martial arts master, and he is not going to cause trouble everywhere and is lawless.

After Song Zhi'an explained his identity, some doubts in Song Yifei's heart were solved.

For example, Song Zhi'an, an ordinary person, why can he keep his huge family business. Decent people may not be open-minded and skillful, but there will definitely be no shortage of small means behind the scenes, not to mention those Jiangyang thieves who have no scruples and do all kinds of evil.

With his uncle's relationship alone, I am afraid it will be difficult to deter this group of people.

And now, everything makes sense!

"But, why didn't I feel the cultivation on your body?"

This is where Song Yifei is more confused.

"That's what you say!"

Before the words fell, Song Yifei noticed that the fat on Song Zhi'an's body flowed and contracted like water.

However, with a few breathing exercises, Song Zhi'an's original figure like Roshan has become majestic and majestic, and the proportions are well-proportioned, which can be called perfect.

"Holy!"