Bai Zhongxian moved a chair for Song Duanyu and asked Song Duanyu to sit down.

Song Duanyu asked, "This time I came here for what Uncle Zhang left at my father-in-law's." How did Uncle Zhang meet?"

Bai Zhongxian sighed slightly, and there was a look of loneliness in his eyes.

Bai Zhongxian said, "Childe, do you know where your Uncle Zhang is from?"

Song Duanyu shook his head and said, "The kid doesn't know. It's just that since the boy can remember, he knows that Uncle Zhang is in Qingyang Town. Could it be that Uncle Zhang is not from the Northwest?"

Song Duanyu thought of Zhang Zitang's slightly jerky northwest accent, and he also understood it in his heart. A person can go anywhere in the world, but the accent alone cannot be changed.

As a reader once said, "When you are young, you leave home and return to your boss, and your hometown accent has not changed, and your sideburns have declined." Although people's faces will grow old, a mellow country voice is not so easy to forget. On weekdays, Song Duanyu doesn't pay attention to these, but when he heard Bai Zhongxian mention it today, he also thought of Zhang Zitang's accent. In this way, Zhang Zitang is not a native of the northwest.

Bai Zhongxian sat on a chair, looked at a huge mural on the wall in front of him, pointed to the magnificent manor pavilion on the mural and said, "Xiaoyou, do you know what kind of place this is?"

Song Duanyu looked around, and this mural seemed to depict a manor. There are babbling streams, pavilions, ponds full of lotus flowers, and fish wandering in the flowers. The attic in this manor is quite elegant, and it seems to be the appearance of a small sandalwood building in the south of the Yangtze River.

Song Duanyu said, "The kid has been living in Qingyang Town and has never been to a big city. However, my mother also told me about the architecture under this world, and the specifications and architectural style of the manor on this mural seem to be the manor in the south of the Yangtze River."

Bai Zhongxian nodded, "Not bad." This manor is the manor of the Zhang family. ”

Song Duanyu hurriedly asked, "Zhang family, could it be that Uncle Zhang used to be a member of this family?"

Bai Zhongxian nodded.

Song Duanyu was a little shocked. Looking at the appearance of the gorgeous manor on this mural, it can be seen that this family must be a big family. But he couldn't imagine that Zhang Zitang was born in a big family. Because on weekdays, Zhang Zitang always wears coarse cloth and short clothes, and he doesn't trim the edges. Legend has it that those sons of the family are all dressed in gorgeous clothes, extremely beautiful and luxurious, where can they be as ordinary as Zhang Zitang.

Bai Zhongxian said, "Don't be a little friend. The young master is indeed a member of the Zhang family. ”

Now Song Duanyu was even more puzzled, when he was in front of the hall before, Bai Zhongxian had always called "Zitang Sword Immortal" and "Zitang Sword Immortal", why was he called "Young Master" when he arrived in the hall?

Bai Zhongxian keenly caught the doubt in Song Duanyu's eyes, chuckled, and said, "Xiaoyou, don't be strange, and listen to the old man slowly." ”

In the old man's narration, Song Duanyu realized that Bai Zhongxian was Zhang Zitang's personal butler in Zhang's family in Huizhou. Later, after Zhang Zitang was expelled from the Zhang family, the loyal Bai Zhongxian also followed Zhang Zitang out.

"Why was Uncle Zhang expelled from the Zhang family," Song Duanyu asked.

Bai Zhongxian said, "Your Uncle Zhang was originally in the family, and at the age of twenty, he entered the realm of Xiaowu Yipin, and at that time, he was expected to win the realm of Dawu Yipin, and at that time, the martial artists and monks in Huizhou City called him Zitang Sword Immortal. Zitang was young and vigorous and decided to travel to the northwest, but this time he went to the northwest, and he went to the road of no return. ”

Song Duanyu asked, "What did Uncle Zitang encounter in the northwest?"

Bai Zhongxian said, "A man. ”

The old man glanced at Song Duanyu with a thoughtful look and said, "That man's name is the same as you, and his surname is Song, and his name is Song Qingyuan." ”

As soon as Bai Zhongxian's words came out, the half-foot snow on Song Duanyu's waist shook slightly, and it seemed to make a few crisp knife sounds.

When Song Duanyu heard this, he muttered, "Song Qingyuan...... Song Qingyuan. ”

He had a vague feeling in his heart, but he wasn't sure.

He smiled casually, "This man still has the same surname as me." And then?"

Bai Zhongxian said, "When Zitang was in Huizhou City, he had challenged countless young talents, and with the green bamboo sword in his hand, he defeated everyone without any defeat, and when he met the man with the knife, he also challenged him?"

"The result?"

Bai Zhongxian let out another long sigh.

It turned out that on that day, after Zhang Zitang met the man named Song Qingyuan on the official road, he challenged Song Qingyuan, but who knew that Song Qingyuan didn't pay attention to him.

Under Zhang Zitang's request, Song Qingyuan agreed to fight with him.

But Song Duanyu has already made it clear that he will only use a quarter of his strength to fight against Zhang Zitang.

Where can Zhang Zitang, who is arrogant, stand such anger.

After starting the battle with Zhang Zitang, he was already stabbed out with a sword, taking the lead. Zhang Zitang's swordsmanship is quite domineering, but who knows that Song Qingyuan just saw the moves, and the movements in his hands were quite smooth, as if he was at ease.

Zhang Zitang shouted angrily, "Why don't you attack?"

Song Qingyuan smiled, "Why do I want to attack? If I make a move, I can break you with one move." ”

Zhang Zitang said, "Are you looking down on me?"

Song Qingyuan smiled and didn't speak. In the next moment, his figure disappeared in front of Zhang Zitang's eyes,

Zhang Zitang was shocked, and he hurriedly mobilized the qi in his body to cover his eyes, this technique can enhance the martial artist's perception of the surrounding environment.

But no matter what he did, he couldn't catch the slightest trace of Song Qingyuan.

Just when Zhang Zitang was in chaos, a free and easy chuckle suddenly came from the void, "I said, if I make a move, I can break your swordsmanship with one move." ”

Between the lightning and flint, a short knife pointed directly at Zhang Zitang's front door, stabbing at Zhang Zitang in a strange arc.

Zhang Zitang's pupils shrank, and he wanted to swing his sword to resist, but he was half a point slower.

If this short knife is allowed to stab, Zhang Zitang will die.

Just when the blade of the short knife was still three inches away from Zhang Zitang's eyebrows, the short knife suddenly stopped.

Song Qingyuan appeared in front of Zhang Zitang.

Song Qingyuan smiled, "Are you convinced?"

Zhang Zitang exhaled angrily, "I'm not convinced." ”

He looks a little cute at the moment, without the temperament of the so-called "Zitang Sword Immortal", but like a half-grown child.

Song Qingyuan chuckled, "If you don't accept it, we'll fight again in three days." ”

So, Zhang Zitang followed Song Qingyuan. But three days later, Zhang Zitang still lost.

After 9981 days, Zhang Zitang lost a total of 27 times.

But after Song Qingyuan's tempering, his cultivation has reached the most extreme realm of Xiao Wu's first product.

With only a line of separation, you can break into the three products of Dawu. Song Qingyuan also said, "Zhang Zitang is expected to win the top realm of Dawu Sanpin." ”

It was on that day that Zhang Zitang knew that this man, who had defeated him twenty-seven times, had cultivated to the realm of the top of the mountain with the four grades of Dawu.

After 81 days of getting along, Zhang Zitang and Song Qingyuan also formed a deep friendship, and Zhang Zitang became brothers with Song Qingyuan, calling Song Qingyuan his brother.

Bai Zhongxian said so much, he was also a little thirsty in his mouth, and after drinking a sip of water, the loneliness in his eyes was even worse.

Song Duanyu was confused, and hurriedly asked, "Although Uncle Zhang lost to that person, his cultivation has also been consolidated, how can it be that he has embarked on the road of no return?"

Bai Zhongxian said, "This has to do with the identity of that man. ”

Song Duanyu hurriedly asked, "What is the identity of that man?"

Bai Zhongxian sighed, "That person is the demon who terrified the entire Northwest Rivers and Lakes twenty years ago!"

Song Duanyu was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Could it be that Uncle Zhang was injured by that demon?"

Bai Zhongxian shook his head, "The young master and that Song Qingyuan got so close, and it didn't take long for the family to know about it. The family ordered him to attack the demon and kill him. Doing so will not only allow you to obtain the peerless skills on that demon's body, but it can also make a name for the family, and even the name of the young master "Zitang Sword Immortal" is also beneficial?"

Song Duanyu said, "Uncle Zhang won't do this. It's despicable. ”

Bai Zhongxian smiled bitterly, "To be honest, the old man also knows that the young master will not do that. But today, I really hope that the young master of the day will make a different choice. What you said is right, the young master did not betray Song Qingyuan, but helped Song Qingyuan to resist the pursuit of the masters of the northwest rivers and lakes. ”

It turned out that when Zhang Zitang and Song Qingyuan became brothers with different surnames, the masters in the northwest had already found them.

Song Qingyuan and Zhang Zitang were surrounded by heavy surrounding.

Before settling his respects, Song Qingyuan specially bought a pot of wine - the best daughter Hong.

Song Qingyuan drank half a pot of daughter red and handed it to Zhang Zitang.

Song Qingyuan said, "Brother Zhang, drink this pot of wine, and I am willing to kill it with my brother!"

Zhang Zitang took the wine and drank it all.

"Good!"

In this way, after drinking this pot of daughter red, Song Qingyuan and Zhang Zitang walked out of this place hand in hand.

Let's say that the place where the two of them are located is a small courtyard.

Outside the courtyard are all people from the Northwest Rivers and Lakes, most of whom are people from the Northwest Rivers and Lakes who are slightly famous.

Song Qingyuan looked at them like a group of grass mustards, and said, "You group of self-proclaimed and decent eagle dog disciples covet Song's exercises, and you have to make up a high-sounding name. I'm bah, in Song's eyes, you are like the yellow sand under Song's feet, not worth mentioning. ”

When the people in the rivers and lakes present heard Song Qingyuan's words, their faces were all green and white for a while.

A rather handsome man with a gun said, "Ignorant rats dare to be so presumptuous. Do you dare to be so powerful in my Spear Sect, if you don't cure your arrogance today, do you really think that there is no one in the Northwest Jianghu?

Song Qingyuan laughed and said, "Just rely on your indiscriminate marksmanship?"

The handsome man with the gun was named Yang Ting, and he was the leader of the Northwest Gun Sect walking on the rivers and lakes in the Northwest twenty years ago.

Yang Ting's handsome face was distorted a little, "Ignorant child, eat Yang's gun!"

As Yang Ting spoke, he stepped out with a gun and arrow, and in an instant, the gun was like a dragon.

The people in the rivers and lakes present all exclaimed, "This Northwest Spear Sect's Divine Dragon Marksmanship really deserves its reputation!"

I saw layers of cyan qi dancing on that spear, which was caused by Yang Ting's exercises!

The external martial arts practiced by Yang Ting is the Northwest Spear Sect, that is, the "Divine Dragon Marksmanship" of the Divine Dragon Spear Sect, and the heart method he cultivates is the "Qingsong Mind Method" inherited by his Yang family. By Yang Ting's generation, the "Green Pine Heart Method" has been passed down for seven generations, and before this action, Yang Ting copied the "Green Pine Heart Method". If he dies this time, it will be passed on to his half-old child Yang Song, who has just begun to remember.

Song Qingyuan's face was still a light and light color, still stabbed by the spear, and his face did not change.

Just as the tip of the spear in Yang Ting's hand was about to pierce Song Qingyuan's head, Song Qingyuan moved.

Song Qingyuan leaned back slightly, and gave away the half-foot snow in his hand.

He used the power of his fingertips to send half a foot of snow out! When the short knife shot at Yang Ting in the air, it kept spinning.

The speed of this short knife is getting faster and faster! There are more and more majestic qi machines gathered on the knife body!

Yang Ting's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly pulled back, and pushed the horizontal gun forward.

He had expected this to block the throwing knife with the shaft of his silver spear.

Only the sound of "clattering" and the sound of metal exploding responded to him.

Yang Ting only felt that the qi around his body was discharged, and he couldn't help lowering his head. He found himself with a short knife stuck in his abdomen. And the silver spear he still held in his hand had broken into two.

One is the head of the gun, and the other is the tail of the gun.

Yang Ting spat out a mouthful of blood, "You...... You...... The Gun Sect won't let you go. ”

After Yang Ting finished saying this with difficulty, he fell to the ground in response.

Song Qingyuan's eyes did not contain the slightest emotion, only indifference.

Seeing Yang Ting falling, the faces of the people in the rivers and lakes present all had a trace of horror.

Although Yang Ting was not the person with the highest cultivation and the strongest combat effectiveness among them, he was also a master of Xiao Wu's second grade.

The master of Xiao Wu Erpin, who was the backbone of an ordinary sect, was actually killed by this Song Qingyuan in one face.

Song Qingyuan pulled half a foot of snow out of Yang Ting's body and held it in his hand.

He glanced at the people present, and his face was full of contempt.

"Who is going to fight with me", Song Qingyuan shouted.

This shout actually caused the dense crowd to retreat from around the small courtyard three times.

Song Qingyuan's roar was terrifying.

Zhang Zitang also stood beside Song Qingyuan and shouted, "Don't wait for the rats to disperse quickly!"

At this time, someone said, "Zhang Zitang, as a member of the Zhang family in Huizhou, you dare to help the devil, aren't you afraid that the world's heroes will criticize your family! As a person from a family, it is really shameful that you do not cherish your name so much!"

The person who spoke was an old woman on crutches who lived in the Deadwood Mountains in the northwest.

Zhang Zitang smiled, "The heroes of the world, I think you are just a group of bears." People of the family, I, Zhang Zitang, have practiced swordsmanship to this day, and I have never taken the name of the disciple of the family to heart, nor have I ever taken the name of "Zitang Sword Immortal" to heart. Whoever wants it, take it. Treat me as having pity on you. ”

Song Qingyuan laughed and said, "What my righteous brother said is good. If any of you wants that tattered name, take it. ”

"It's really unbearable," the old woman said, "Friends, if we retreat today, we will definitely make the heroes of the world laugh." There are so many of us that even one person can drown them both with a mouthful of spit. ”

"Granny Mu is right, let's go together. ”

In this way, Song Qingyuan and Zhang Zitang joined hands to kill the group of Jianghu people.

Bai Zhongxian said, "In that battle, the young master still won. ”

Song Duanyu was surprised, "The two of them can also stand out from the encirclement under the siege of so many people, can the realm of the Great Martial Four Rank Mid-Mountain be so powerful?"

Bai Zhongxian shook his head, he himself also has the realm of the second rank of Xiaowu, although compared with the realm of the fourth rank of the great martial arts, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground. But he still understands something.

"The reason why they were able to break through in the encirclement of those Jianghu people that time was because of Song Qingyuan's exercises?"

Song Duanyu said, "What kind of exercise is that?"

Bai Zhongxian slowly spit out three words, "Taixuan Sutra"

Song Duanyu muttered, "The name "Taixuan Jing", this name sounds like an ancient Taoist book. ”

Bai Zhongxian said, "You are right. This "Taixuan Sutra" was left by an ancestor in ancient times. The ancestor began to write the "Taixuan Sutra" a year before the ascension of the xia, and finished the book on the eve of his ascension. During the year, he did not eat a grain of rice. ”

Song Duanyu said, "Then how did this book come into the hands of a person like Song Qingyuan?"

"Then I don't know," Bai Zhongxian said, "but according to the young master, Song Qingyuan told him that this Taixuan Sutra hides the secret of the realm above the Great Martial Yipin. ”

Song Duanyu said, "The realm above the first grade of Dawu?"

Bai Zhongxian said, "I don't know about the ethereal realm. ”

He sneered, after all, with that kind of realm, he must be a little martial artist, and he is really nothing.

Bai Zhongxian suddenly said, "Do you know why I am telling you this?"

Song Duanyu shook his head and said, "The juniors don't know. ”

Bai Zhongxian let out a long sigh, "Since it was the young master who asked you to come here, you must have decided something. ”

Bai Zhongxian slowly stood up and turned his body out of the window, leaving Song Duanyu's bony back.

From the mouth of this old man who was close to the sixtieth year, Song Duanyu heard a sentence that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The old man said slowly, "Because that man, Song Qingyuan, is your father." ”

As soon as these words came out, Song Duanyu was like a lightning strike, and the half-foot snow he held in his hand came out of his hand and inserted it into the wallboard!

He was shocked and then angry.

Song Duanyu's eyes were blood-red, and he looked at the old man, "What the senior said is true!

Since he is his father, Song Duanyu is more concerned about Song Qingyuan's later ending.

Bai Zhongxian turned around and touched Song Duanyu's head.

The appeasement of the kind old man calmed down Song Duanyu's emotions.

"Dead. "Literary