Second-generation ancestor

Early the next morning, a few people set off, the carriage swayed out of the city, entered the depths of a bamboo forest, and after walking for about an hour, a few lonely houses could be vaguely seen in the lush greenery.

Along the ruined wall, Ye Shun inspected a circle, and said: "Deep mountain and old forest, no vegetables and no wine, Song Dongyang, are you planning to go back to the mountains and forests just now?"

Song Dongyang handed the luggage to the big fool, and said: "We just robbed the dungeon of the Bai family, it's better to calm down. I received the news that Bai Shuwang has ordered the summoning of the Jianghu, and people from all walks of life and five factions have begun to gather. See This battle is far from being as simple as catching us."

Ye Shun said: "Catch or kill, what tricks does that old man have?" Bai Hao was coming out of the house, when Ye Shun saw him, his face was a little embarrassed, he glanced at Song Dongyang, he wanted to ask for help, but he didn't expect The man remained silent, pulled up the reins, and led the horse to the backyard. Ye Shun took two steps in three steps, catching up with Song Dongyang and said, "You two have not solved the problem yet?"

Song Dongyang picked up a handful of hay, stuffed it into the manger, and said, "What's our problem? It's just that he insists on not leaving!"

"Song Dongyang, it's easy to say that you don't know what is good or bad. Bai Hao is not like you and me. He is a decent person who was taught by Bai Shuwang according to the three cardinal guides and five constant rules. Today, it is not easy to do this for you. How dare you step on it?" There's no end to the nose and face."

Song Dongyang took another handful of grass, pulled it hard, and said, "What do you know?"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. It's better to rely on the sky than on yourself when it comes to feelings. If you don't pay attention, when you want to stay, you don't know what the situation will be? You can take care of yourself." After saying that, he turned and left.

"Where are you going?"

Ye Shun left Song Dongyang with a handsome back, waved his hands and said, "You two continue, I will not accompany you, there are still a lot of food and wine waiting for me in the city."

"What about my father?" Song Dongyang threw the grass in his hand and shouted.

"Fend for yourself!" As soon as the words fell, Ye Shun got on his horse and disappeared without a trace.

When Song Dongyang entered the room, he happened to see Song Jing and Bai Hao exercising martial arts.

When he first picked up Song Jing, the old man "babbled" and said "my son" one after another, not to mention how pitiful he was.But it was only a few days after the detoxification, his hands didn't shake anymore, and he spoke sharply, and he was able to fight Ye Shun and Bai Hao a few tricks if he was fine.In the past few days, Song Jing made a dodge, and actually threw Ye Shun into a "dog eating shit".Song Jing withdrew his hand and left a sentence: "Little Huangkou, you are cheating." Then he turned his back and left, leaving Song Dongyang covering his mouth and laughing "haha", which made Ye Shun still brood to this day. Then he said: "Your old man still needs a doctor?"

Since the defeat that day, Bai Hao has been the only one to play with. Compared with Ye Shun, this person's temper couldn't be better.Sometimes it is even more stable and careful than Song Dongyang's personal care.

Song Dongyang dried tea for the two of them, and sat aside to watch the battle quietly.The rainy weather of more than ten days has finally passed, and the sunshine is rare, accompanied by the gentle breeze, which is very pleasant.

Going away from internal strength and only striving for external strength, Song Jing can still win by half a point.The two said they were exchanging ideas, but upon closer inspection, Song Jing seemed to be instructing, but Bai Hao's comprehension was extremely high, and within a few rounds, he realized the inner truth of these moves and styles.

Under the sun, one person is majestic and majestic, while the other is introverted, gentle, handsome and calm.Taking a closer look at Bai Hao, it's really pleasing to the eyes, and Song Dongyang's heart is filled with joy.

Song Jing: "Dongyang!"

Song Dongyang: "..."

Song Jing: "Song Dongyang!"

Song Dongyang stood up in shock, looked at Song Jing, and said seriously, "Father, what are your orders?"

Song Dongyang has been unfamiliar with Song Jing since he was a child. Although he is the leader of the martial arts alliance, he always looks high and proud of me.In the past few days, I have been out of the dungeon, facing each other day and night, but I am much more familiar with it.

Especially after the parting, Song Jing became more dependent on Song Dongyang, and Song Dongyang was no longer the "second generation ancestor" who ate, drank and had fun.Accompanied by the lost memory, Song Jing also restrained his temper, becoming more like a father.

It's just that Song Dongyang suddenly lost his mind just now, and when Song Jing yelled, Song Dongyang was so frightened that he fell back to his previous trembling look. At this time, coupled with the panic on his face, it was a bit funny, and Song Jing couldn't help it "Haha" laughed.

Song Dongyang pursed his lips in embarrassment, and said, "Father, what did you call me?"

"This set of swordsmanship was created by me...who was it and me? Who is it?" Speaking of the second half of the sentence, Song Jing said to himself, and then pondered carefully.

"father?"

"I forgot, but this sword technique is really exquisite, you should practice it with Bai Hao."

"it is good."

Song Dongyang casually broke a branch and stood beside Bai Hao.He felt Bai Hao's eyes fall on him, and he hardened his heart, but he didn't look back.

"The sky is one, the earth is one, 49 formations, the tiger floats and the dragon soars."

The sword stood up and moved, and in the dense forest, two figures, one white and one black, hid each other.

"Take east as west, south as north, whatever you want, I am outstanding."

After a few moves, one step and one fall, this sword technique is really exquisite.

Song Dongyang suddenly felt a steady flow of internal energy, from the inside out, and then from the outside in. When he looked at Bai Hao, Bai Hao was also looking at him.

"What the center refers to, and what God expresses."

As Song Jing finished speaking, Bai Hao suddenly withdrew his sword, followed by Song Dongyang.Seeing that the two of them stopped, Song Jing asked, "Why did you stop?"

Bai Hao was a little embarrassed, and was about to open his mouth, but was interrupted by Song Dongyang: "Father, it's getting late, the idiot should have prepared the food, let's eat first."

"Take a short nap after eating, and we will continue to study in the afternoon."

"Okay." Although Song Jing's body is recovering day by day, he prefers to teach people to read, write, and practice martial arts. He wants someone to cheer him up, and he also wants to call Song Dongyang.Song Dongyang was helpless, but compared to the past, he felt that Song Jing was more like a father at this time, and the two made up for the lost time of these years together.

When walking into the house, Song Dongyang took a few steps quickly, caught up with Bai Hao and said in a low voice: "My father taught me, you just learn, just make him happy." Song Dongyang knew that Bai Hao must have been scruples about Song Dongyang when he stopped just now. Home martial arts missionary orthodoxy.If it is given to others, they will definitely learn a few tricks if they have this opportunity.

"Yes." Bai Hao nodded and said again, "I'll study with you in the afternoon."

Song Dongyang didn't intend to respond, but after thinking about it, he nodded slightly.

The afternoon sun is the most moving.

Song Dongyang dug out a large mahogany box, unfolded the books, and laid them out one after another on the mat.

Bai Hao picked up a single copy of Wang Ling's manuscript, and said: "Your family has collected so much that you can find this kind of book only if you love calligraphy."

Song Dongyang said: "Aside from practicing martial arts, my father is studying. I am also surprised that the old man is so good at reading and writing. The books in this box are much more valuable than my antique jewelry. Just for this, It’s not in vain for me to bring them out.”

Bai Hao turned a page, and suddenly saw two or three spots on the ink-colored handwriting. As time passed, the blood stains had receded to dark black.Regardless of Bai Hao's seriousness, Song Dongyang reached out to grab it and threw it on the mat, saying: "It's all in the past, what are you doing so seriously?"

Bai Hao said: "It's nothing, it's just a pity."

"What a pity." Song Dongyang said indifferently.

The books were almost dry, so Song Jing invited the two of them into the house.

After taking his seat, Song Dongyang said, "Father, what book do you want to read today?"

Song Jing picked up "Zhuangzi" casually, and said, "Read whatever you like to read? After two hours, just write down your reflections."

Song Dongyang was very novel, and said cautiously: "Read whatever you like to read?"

"nature."

The Song Dynasty advocated Taoism, and always forced the Song family to read more about Taoism. Many poems with exuberant friendship and Buddhist scriptures with great cause and effect are rarely dabbled in, let alone some traditional novels.When I was a child, I was rebellious, the more I was not allowed to watch something, the more I wanted to watch it.For this, Song Dongyang was beaten a lot.Listening to this sentence now, he was a little surprised, but instantly relaxed.

Song Jing walked up to the shelf and asked Song Dongyang, his tone was soft, more like a question than a question of concern: "The book is good, not too many, and whether you like it or not, tell dad, what do you want to read today?"

Warmth rose slowly from the bottom of my heart, Song Dongyang said: "I want to read "Zhuangzi" just like my father."

"The stars and rivers are like the sea, and I believe in the Tao. If you can enlighten it, you can enlighten it. If you can't enlighten it, let it be. Reading is of course important, but relaxation is the source." Song Jingyu said gently.

"Father, the child knows."

"Where's Haoer?"

Bai Hao said, "It's already been chosen."

So the three of them each held a book and wrote at their desks.In the past, when Song Dongyang read these books, he was always so annoyed by the words of these sages that he fell asleep. Today, after reading these books, he felt like sailing along the river, and he gained many new insights from what he saw.After looking in, time also flew by, two hours passed by in a flash.

Closing the book, holding the paper, grinding the ink, and holding the pen, all the actions are done in one go, and the words are written in the chest, and when he is absorbed in each stroke, the warmth behind him suddenly surrounds him.Song Jing took Song Dongyang's hand to write a word, saying: "The word 'love' is not in the pen but in the spirit."

Stopping, Song Dongyang smiled embarrassedly.Song Jing looked at him, and said dotingly: "Using a pen is like using a sword. My son looks chic and unrestrained, but his heart is still too soft after all."

Song Dongyang subconsciously glanced at Bai Hao, who also happened to look up.Song Dongyang immediately shifted his gaze, and quickly turned his attention back to the paper.

Song Jing walked up to Bai Hao, took a closer look, nodded and said: "The atmosphere is awe-inspiring, upright, it's just..."

Song Dongyang said: "Just how?"

Song Jing examined it carefully, looked at it silently for a while, and said, "The pen is sharp and sharp, but every time this painting is drawn vertically, it always feels...not straight..."

Song Dongyang: "..."

Bai Hao: "..."

Song Dongyang silently covered the article on the case with a book, and said: "It's getting late, Dad, let's stop here today."

Song Jing wanted to take a look at Song Dongyang again, but Song Dongyang wrapped his arms around him and urged him, "The idiot made Dad's favorite braised octopus today. Let's hurry up, or it will be cold in a while."

"Okay... slow down... slow down..."

Bai Hao watched the two hurried out of the door, walked to Song Dongyang's case, moved the book away, picked up the article to read carefully, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and went out satisfied.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight sprinkled the ground.

A gust of wind passed by, and Bai Hao walked to the courtyard, but saw a person facing the bamboo forest, standing quietly in the night.

"Going to go?" Song Dongyang turned around, looked at Bai Hao, and smiled with a rare gentleness.

Bai Hao said calmly: "Go home and have a look."

Song Dongyang said: "You should take a look."

Bai Hao said indifferently: "After that day, my brothers and sisters were seriously injured, and my father seems to have been injured as well."

"Okay." Song Dongyang paused, thought for a while, and said, "When are you going to leave?"

Bai Hao said: "There should always be justice for grievances and grudges. I don't know if there is still time to discuss whether to stay or leave after these things have been resolved?"

"Let's make it in time."

The two were silent and looked at each other for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I'm leaving……"

"Hmm..." Bai Hao stepped aside.

"Hey..." Before Song Dongyang could speak, this person had disappeared without a trace. He sighed, but he didn't say the phrase "go early and return early".

Volume [-] Man is a Devil