Supporting role inheritance system

Chapter 4 I am your father!

Song Yuanqiao obviously did not expect that when he rushed over in excitement, he would be faced with the question "Who are you" from his own son.

Even if he is a martial arts master or a senior Taoist priest, he can't help but feel that something is wrong.

"Qing Shu, I am your father!"

Song Yuanqiao was a little anxious, and hurriedly said.

He couldn't help being in a hurry, his son didn't know him anymore, anyone would do the same, and since Song Qingshu's mother passed away, all his feelings had been pinned on his son.

I hope that he will become a talent, but now this situation occurs, how can I accept it.

"father?"

Chen Yu glanced at Song Yuanqiao blankly, as if the person in front of him was very strange.

It has to be said that Chen Yu's role in the past six months has not been in vain, the appearance of this amnesiac is pretended to be real by him.

"Yes, I am your father, don't you know me?"

Song Yuanqiao looked at Chen Yu expectantly, hoping that something he wanted to hear would come out of his mouth.

But Chen Yu obviously couldn't do what he wanted. For his own plan, he, a 'person with amnesia', obviously won't recover his memory at will in a short period of time.

He shook his head, expressing that he did not know Song Yuanqiao.

When Song Yuanqiao saw Chen Yu like this, he immediately looked like a dead son, his complexion was ashen, and he seemed to blame himself, but he didn't know what he thought of.

Giving him a strange look, Chen Yu had some guesses in his mind, maybe Song Qingshu's obsession had something to do with him, otherwise Old Song wouldn't have shown such a look, after all, his son was not dead either.

Song Yuanqiao seemed to have lost all the strength in his body, he relaxed, and suddenly looked a little stooped, and waved his hand, signaling Chen Yu to sit down first.

"Hey, Qing Shu, please sit down first." Sighing, he turned to the little Taoist boy and said, "Jingxu, go and invite your patriarch over here, and say that Qing Shu has woken up, and invite him to come over and have a look." look."

Xiao Daotong was obviously still a little confused, not quite sure how his head became like this, but he didn't say anything, bowed and answered 'yes', and hurriedly went to spread the news again.

When Xiaodaotong left, before Zhang Sanfeng came, Song Yuanqiao obviously didn't know what to say, looked at Chen Yu with affection and self-blame, and made Chen Yu fully feel the father's love of the other party.

Chen Yu couldn't pretend to be too much, so he consciously didn't speak.

Not long after, under Song Yuanqiao's sigh, Zhang Sanfeng arrived, besides him, there were three other people with good manners who also came together, they might be Wudang Seven Heroes, but Chen Yu didn't know who was who. .

Zhang Sanfeng is worthy of being a Taoist real person who is famous all over the world. He wears a simple and simple gray Taoist robe, his beard and hair are white, his figure is slightly fat, his face is rosy and clean like a baby, his body is broad and strong, and his figure is steady. The meaning of the Taoist.

Along with him were three Taoist priests, each with their own temperament, one of them looked not much older than Song Qingshu, only about 20 years old, very handsome.

There is also a man in his thirties, with a short beard under his chin, an elegant face, and can be considered handsome.

The last person has a bearing somewhat like that of Zhang Sanfeng, but he is a little more detached and has a strong figure.

"Qing Shu, you've finally woken up, you're really worried about us and your Grand Master." It wasn't Zhang Sanfeng who spoke first, but the 20-year-old Taoist, with a somewhat eager expression, came up and said Holding Chen Yu's arm, it was obvious that he had a good relationship with Song Qingshu on weekdays.

Seeing this, Chen Yu couldn't take any action, so he stretched his body a little uncomfortable, pretending to be a stranger.

But speaking of it, he is really unfamiliar, facing the enthusiasm of the other party, he is also acting in his true colors.

The young Taoist didn't say anything when he saw Chen Yu. Instead, he seemed a little strange, even if there were some differences.

He couldn't help asking Song Yuanqiao beside him: "Brother, this?"

Song Yuanqiao didn't lose any more, he was not polite to his master, and sighed to the crowd: "Master, junior brother, Qingshu! He seems to be suffering from the disease of losing one's soul."

Zhang Sanfeng had obviously noticed something was wrong a long time ago, calling it a normal day. When he saw Song Qingshu, even if Song Qingshu forgot to salute for a moment, Song Yuanqiao would not forget to admonish him when he was there.

After all, his eldest disciple was born in the Confucian school, so he behaved somewhat like Confucianism, but when he just arrived here, he found his eldest disciple standing aside and sighing, looking a little wrong, and his disciples looked dazed, obviously Not quite right.

Hearing what Song Yuanqiao said now, he couldn't help but suddenly realized that he, his eldest disciple, had this look on his face.

"What?! If you suffer from amnesia, wouldn't Qingshu be unable to recognize people?"

The young Taoist who spoke to Chen Yu first just now was obviously not very good at cultivating qi. Hearing this, he was startled and exclaimed.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly: "Shenggu, you are not too young, why are you still so startled, don't startle Qingshu, the theory of soul-lost disease is not yet conclusive, Qingshu has gone mad I have calmed him down, and it should not have such a result, let me show it to my teacher."

Seeing the appearance of the young Taoist, Zhang Sanfeng first admonished his apprentice, and then came closer and sat opposite Song Qingshu.

The young Taoist, that is, Mo Shenggu, Zhang Sanfeng's seventh disciple, patted his head when he heard what his master said, but he was not talking, but he still looked at Chen Yu with some concern, obviously he sincerely hoped that his master would Hello nephew.

Song Yuanqiao's eyes lit up when he heard Zhang Sanfeng's words. He respected his master's ability very much. In his heart, he was no different from a god. Naturally, he had some hope. He immediately looked at the master expectantly, hoping What can the master see?

"Son, do you remember me?"

Zhang Sanfeng sat in front of Chen Yu, with a kind smile in his clothes, he looked easy to trust and get close to.

Not to mention that Chen Yu didn't lose his memory, and he also had a natural affection for this master, even if he really lost his memory, he might feel close to him.

But what should be installed still needs to be installed.

Chen Yu immediately shook his head, indicating that he did not know the other party.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng was not discouraged, he still had a smile on his face, and said: "Son, can you show me your hand?"

But it was Zhang Sanfeng who had traveled around the world before and had seen cases of aphansia. Each aphansia was different, and he couldn't easily make a conclusion. Among the cases he had seen, some patients really seemed to have returned to their infancy. I have no memory of anything, even daily life.

However, some patients can still take care of themselves and understand the ways of the world, but they can't remember the people and things in the past.

What's more, I just forgot part of the memory.

So he also wanted to know what happened to Chen Yu.

But of course he doesn't know that his grandson is just pretending to have amnesia. If he is called someone else, he may still guess like this, but Song Qingshu is the chief of the third generation of Wudang and the son of Song Yuanqiao. It can be said that he also treats him like his own grandson. There are guesses like that.

Naturally, there will be no results. ,
(End of this chapter)