Song Shidao smiled bitterly: "Do you know how I felt when I heard the news? It's like a mountain suddenly collapsing, and it seems that there is no way to revive it." ”

Meng Zhi said: "How heavy is it to make my father hurt and fall to the ground?"

Song Shidao's eyes darkened, and he said, "Mr. Meng will know in a while." After finishing speaking, he didn't speak again, just lowered his head, and didn't open his mouth when he saw this.

A moment later.

"Tuk, Tuk"

There was a knock on the door, but the person who came was Song Lu, who had seen it before.

"Young master, the valve lord will see Mr. Meng. ”

Song Shidao turned his head and said, "Mr. Meng, let's go!"

Meng Xuan turned back to Shi Qingxuan and said, "Qingxuan, you can stay here first, I'll come when I go." ”

"Hmm," Shi Qingxuan nodded obediently.

After speaking, Meng Zhi got up and followed Song Lu out, went straight to see Song Que, went out and turned right is a corridor across the pond flower garden, along the corridor, turn left and right, and almost dozens of steps by a guard stood guard, looking around, Meng Zhi also felt that there were a lot of secret whistles hidden in it, and he couldn't help but be more curious, what kind of character could make Song Que so strict.

At the end of the corridor is a hexagonal stone pavilion, which is the center of the pond and is connected by a stone bridge to the cloister that wraps around the courtyard.

The other direction of the stone bridge points to an entrance, and it is hidden that there is another space, with ancient trees towering to the sky, dense and strong, and full of vitality.

Meng Nao followed Song Lu through the stone pavilion, crossed the bridge and climbed the corridor, through the second courtyard gate, the eyes suddenly opened, there was a magnificent five-bay wooden building at the end, and there was a locust tree that was as high as ten zhang in the center of the courtyard and the towering height of the weather, like an umbrella to cover the building and the courtyard, the green shade everywhere under the sunshine, and the main building became a whole, set off each other into a jagged and majestic shape, constituting a scene full of poetic and picturesque feelings.

Song Lu bowed down and stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Meng, please!"

Looking at the courtyard with the door open, Meng Zhi walked straight in, in the huge space, a person stood in the center of the hall with his back door, no weapons on his body, his body was as straight as a javelin, he was wearing a blue and blue hanging robe, majestic as a mountain, his black hair was tied into a bun with a red scarf on the top of his head, and his hands were behind his back, although he did not see the outline of his facial features, but Meng Zhi had already felt that there was an unstoppable and uncontrollable spirit to look at the world.

At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, wasn't Song Que injured, why is he so healthy now?

After a pause, Meng Zhi hugged his fists and said: "In Xia Mengjiao, meet the Song Lord!"

Suddenly, a soft, pleasant voice replied, "Shouldn't you be surprised that I'm hurt now, but now I don't seem to have anything wrong?"

Hearing this, Meng Yuan's heart suddenly jumped for some reason, and he said lightly: "That's right, I'm curious, but there is no big problem with Lord Song!"

Song Que turned around like a whirlwind, stared at Meng Nan and said, "If it weren't for the fact that you have been on the ship since you set off from Jingling and have never left, I'm afraid that when you walk into the gate of this courtyard, it will be the day you die!"

Hearing this, Meng Yuan's face changed, and he said coldly: "Song Que, what do you mean?"

Song Que said: "You really don't know?"

Meng Nan said: "What do I know? Now this is my first time in Lingnan!"

After a long time, Song Que slowly sat on the chair in the hall, looking tired.

At this time, Meng Nao had time to see what the legendary Song Que looked like? I saw a handsome face without the slightest flaw inlaid with a pair of eyes that were shining like jewels, and the eyes with clear eyebrows made these eyes even more dazzling, but Meng Nao vaguely saw that there seemed to be a trace of tiredness in it, and the broad forehead showed wisdom beyond ordinary people, and there seemed to be a sense of depression in the silence.

Song Que, who was sitting on the chair, had frost on his temples, but he did not have the slightest sign of aging, which should have added to him the aristocratic style of a high-ranking lord and the demeanor of a Confucian scholar. However, now Meng Wei felt that Song Que did not seem to be stable, giving people the feeling of floating in the air.

"It seems that I blame you by mistake!" Song Que only popped out such a sentence after a long time.

Meng Nao said strangely: "Lord Song, what happened?"

Song Que said slowly: "Just seven days ago, that is, on the third day after you set off from Jingling, someone broke into the Knife Grinding Hall of the Song Family's Mountain City at night, and at that time, I was there. I didn't even see that person's face, I was injured by him, and he used only one sword to use my "Heavenly Sword Nine Style", breaking the belief I relied on to support, that masked man, extremely terrifying!"

Hearing this, Meng Nao even saw a trace of fear in Song Que's radiant eyes, what kind of person is it?

"But," Song Que said again, "after he was wounded, he didn't hit me hard, but instead crossed a trace of true qi into my body, it was my injury that recovered slightly, that man, although I have not seen his face, but I recognize his sword, because I have also seen it back then." ”

Meng Qian couldn't help asking, "What sword?"

Song Que suddenly raised his head, stared at Meng Yuan's eyes and said word by word: "Color, emptiness, sword!"

"What???" Meng Qian couldn't help but exclaim, "how is this possible?"

Seeing the surprise on Meng Nan's face, Song Que closed his eyes, and he had let down his guard against Meng Zhi in his heart, that person was definitely not Meng Nan, but who was it???

"The Colored Sky Sword has always been in my hand, how can it be?" Meng Wei said, "Before leaving, I also carefully wiped the Colored Sky Sword. Lord Song, are you mistaken?"

Song Que said firmly: "Impossible! Back then, I also had a period of cause and effect with Cihang Jingzhai, and I had seen that color empty sword in person, so it was absolutely impossible to admit my mistake!"

"Could it be someone fake?"

Song Que shook his head and said, "No, even if I even admit my mistake to Master Song, it is impossible for me to recognize the wrong Colored Empty Sword!"

Meng Zhi only felt that his head was big at this time, and he was foggy for a while, and he had no clue.

"Moreover," Song Que said again, "The true qi he injected into my body can actually heal my injuries! In the whole world, the legend that can have such an effect can only be done by the immortal true qi of Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, I have used my true qi to retain a trace of the true qi that the person conveyed to me, I think you have seen the immortal true qi, you can come and see." With that, he stretched out his left hand.

Meng Zhi slowly approached, and his own true qi was extended from his body, enveloping the true qi emanating from Song Que's hand.

"This is absolutely impossible!" Meng Nao only felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his face was full of incredulity, since he crossed over, he had never been so shocked! The trace of true qi just now, warm as the morning sun, turned into the emerald green of summer, refreshing people's hearts, healthy and forgetful.

"How is that possible?" muttered Meng Nao repeatedly, "How is it possible?"

Song Que saw Meng Qian's lost soul and asked, "How?"

"That trace of true qi just now is not immortal true qi, but Changchun true qi!!

Song Que was puzzled: "Changchun is really angry?"

Meng Zhi came back to his senses and said slowly: "That's right, Changchun True Qi is the unique True Qi produced by my Freedom Sect's exclusive mental method, Changchun Immortal Gong. ”

"Aren't you from the Loose Sect?"

Meng Zhi said: "No way, I can say this, in the whole world, only I can! There will never be a second! Never!"

"What about this??"

Meng Zhi shook his head with a wry smile, "To be honest, I don't know, I'm a little overwhelmed now!

"Isn't there really a second person who will?"

"If there is, unless it's the second me!"