Song Beiyun

The old man's voice was trembling with anger: "Do you know how big an opportunity is here!"

"I've already achieved great fortune, and I don't need to worry about it. Luban's secret art is also perfect. How can there be perfection in the world." Song Beiyun's mouth was so fierce that he refused to let go of a word: "Say no Just don’t want it, neither your headship nor your immortality. If there is, I’ll let you eat it, and then you can live well to see this great river and mountain for me.”

"You...you little bastard!"

"Speak as you speak, who are you scolding?"

"I not only scolded people, I also beat people!!!"

The old man pulled out a whip from his sleeve, chased after Song Beiyun, and beat him. How could Song Beiyun be beaten by him when he was young and strong, but he didn't dare to run too fast. dead.

Although Song Beiyun didn't believe in the bragging about immortality at all, he didn't want the reunion after 12 years to be a farewell.

They chased and fought in the yard for a while. After all, the old man was old. His body and bones were obviously not as good as before. After exhaustion, he sat on the steps and panted.

"I said, when you get older, you should be more tempered. Why are you still so angry?"

Song Beiyun stood behind a field of small flowers and wiped his sweat with his head akimbo: "It's summer, you are not afraid of heatstroke."

"You bastard, I'm so mad." The old man pointed at Song Beiyun and cursed, "You really don't know what's good!"

"No, old man... Listen to me, let's not say that there is no elixir of life in this world. Even if there is... it will expire after more than 1000 years." Song Beiyun was still chattering: "My medical skills It’s all taught by you, don’t you know that biological aging is irreversible? Why can you live forever? You may indeed have such a thing, but I think..."

"What do you think? Say!"

"I think that's the cake that the seniors of Shimen drew for you. This is a kind of foolish loyalty. I don't believe that one or two of the generations of masters over the years can't help but eat that thing. The reason It’s still there until now, it’s nothing more than a new one, it can be filled with anything, anyway, the next person eats it and feels that he’s been cheated, or his beliefs will collapse and he’ll be automatically disqualified, or he’ll smile and sigh at himself, but no matter what There will always be someone to make up for it, Master...you should be sober, it is impossible for people to live forever."

The old man was silent for a long time, then raised his head and looked at Song Beiyun: "Then do you dare to try?"

"No." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "If a gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall, what kind of toxin is it? If he eats it, he'll be fine. You can't rule out this possibility, can you?"

Seeing that Song Beiyun's position was extremely firm, the old man had nothing to say, but since he was Song Dog's master, he was naturally not someone who could give up easily.

Because the selection criteria for the head of the Longevity Sect is too strict. It is so strict that it is difficult to give birth to a qualified person for many years. It's just completing the experience of the teacher's school, but at the end of the experience, they have become famous people of all ages, but there are still few who are qualified.

Now that Song Beiyun is qualified, his ideas and achievements are barely enough to meet the passing mark, and Changshengmen welcomes another person who can be called Guigu since the first generation of Guiguzi.

But it just so happens that this little bastard doesn't know what's good and what's wrong...he refuses to agree to it.

The old man is naturally someone who knows Song Beiyun's character. This kid has been going to extremes since he was a child. He either doesn't choose anything, but if he chooses, he won't be able to pull back nine bulls.

Don't talk about reasoning with him, even if the old man commits suicide in front of him, he still won't be the head of the sect, so now the only way for the old man is to use the little time left to talk to this young man. Wang Bazi grinds.

Inheritance!This is the inheritance of the master!Xiao Bazizi can't understand now, but he will know the importance of inheritance when he has gray hair in the future. If there is really a person who can inherit the mantle, then his own life and death are not important at all.

As for the elixir of life, doesn't the old man know that it is just like what Song Beiyun said, it is something that the predecessors fooled the younger generations?Although the tortoise is long-lived, it still has years.There is nothing eternal between heaven and earth, even mountains and rivers will collapse and rivers will change their course after many years.

Mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and stars are not eternal, so why do people claim to be immortal.

But after thinking about it, it is also relieved, if an immortal can fool the little bastard, he is not worthy of the position of head.

"Little bastard!"

"I'm here." Song Beiyun leaned in the distance and broke off a flower in his hand and played with it there: "Oh, I'm an extremely human minister now, so don't call me that anymore, I want to save face."

"Help me up." The old man stretched out his hand to him: "I can't get up."

"You are not allowed to hit people."

Song Beiyun approached cautiously, seeing that the old man didn't mean to hit anyone, he stretched out his hand and pulled him up.

When holding the old man's hand, Song Beiyun felt that he was really old. He was old back then, but his hands didn't shake back then, and his whole body was full of strength, but now his hands are like branches of dead trees , only withered old.

"Old man, you are really old." Song Beiyun said with emotion: "You were not like this before."

Chapter 848: Sunny August 8, Nine Years

Calling Wuyou to have dinner together, the old man went to rest. Before leaving, he didn't tell Song Beiyun about immortality, but let him take his junior sister to play around.

On the contrary, Wuyou is still a child, because he is young and has not seen much of the world, so he still looks surprised.

But Wuyou is even prettier now, from that little girl with a bit of baby fat she became a slim girl within two years, her height has also risen a lot, she was a head shorter than Song Beiyun , but now it has grown to the place of Song Beiyun's eyebrows, so it has to go up 1.7 meters.

"Brother, brother, praise me quickly, I am the one who sent my uncle here, he is three thousand miles away, he is old, he has worked so hard for me."

"Okay, okay, worry-free is the best." Song Beiyun praised: "I have nothing to do in the afternoon, where are you going to play?"

"When I came here, I saw a lot of colorful lights on the street. What is this for?"

Song Beiyun snorted, and told him in detail about the upcoming Kaixia Festival, and in the week before the Kaixia Festival, Fengshou Collection continued to be held, because many elements of the Han nationality were added, so There are various activities in the Kaixia Festival, and in the evening there is a rehearsal of the fireworks display prepared for the Kaixia Festival.

"Then I'm here, let's go! Let's go play."

Wuyou took Song Beiyun's arm and walked out, but Song Beiyun slapped her on the head: "You don't know how to avoid suspicion at such a young age, what's the proper way to hold a man's arm, you are seen by others, are you still married or not? "

"Hey, the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes don't care about these things. Besides, Wuyou can't get married."

Song Beiyun frowned: "What kind of statement is this?"

Worry-free said with a smile: "Gongsun aunt can only have two ways to get married, one is to withdraw from the sect. The other is that someone can beat Gongsun aunt in a martial arts competition. Tell me, how many people are there in this world?" Can you beat me?"

"Who knows, you are still so young. Besides, just put some water in when the time comes."

Wuyou waved his hands again and again: "You said it's easy, and the water needs to be evenly matched. Now I can't even find someone who is evenly matched."

This is really difficult, but Wuyou is only in her teens now, and she still has a long life, so she won't be unable to marry for the rest of her life. If it is impossible, then Song Beiyun will personally choose a top-level boy for her Well, there are still many outstanding people in the world.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"You just listened to the uncle's words and became the head. What's wrong with it? Why are you so stubborn."

Song Beiyun sneered after hearing this: "In this world, no matter what celebrities or sects, they can't understand your senior brother and my vision, so the burden on senior brother is still very heavy. I can say something boldly, What I carry on my back is the ups and downs of a nation for at least 500 years in the future, and I can't let it go now. To be the head of the sect, to put it bluntly, I will put more energy on the sect in the future, in other words... ..."

He organized his words, and then slowly said to Wuyou: "I still can't get rid of the so-called small group's interests, that's not what I want. Since I chose to take this path, there is only one world The road of being a public can be taken, and other things can only be left behind. I have said to the emperor of Liao before that in the face of national righteousness, everything can be ignored. Personal safety, the rise and fall of small groups , are nothing worth mentioning in front of the vast world and all people, if you really care about it, it will be indistinguishable from the robbers who often come and go in the history books."

Wuyou's eyes were twinkling with stars, and he turned his head to look at Song Beiyun: "Senior brother is really amazing."

"Haha, do you know how powerful it is now?" Song Beiyun flicked her head: "Back then, someone wanted to clean up the house."

"I was young at that time, and I heard that the wind is the rain. You still remember... how narrow-minded."

"Then my mind is too small." Song Beiyun laughed loudly: "I have to remember it forever."

"Brother, did you mention Emperor Liao just now?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Wuyou stretched out his hand and pointed forward cautiously: "That person looks like Emperor Liao..."

Song Beiyun looked up and found a man standing at the entrance of the market. This man was dressed as a scholar, wearing a white brocade robe, with a sword at his waist and a fan in his hand. He was glaring at him. He was the Emperor of Liao.

"Ouch." Song Beiyun slapped his forehead: "It's over, she must have misunderstood."

"What is the misunderstanding?"

"I misunderstood that I hooked up with dubious women outside." Song Beiyun sighed and said, "This Emperor Liao has a big temper, is jealous and narrow-minded."

Wuyou covered his mouth and started laughing stupidly, but deliberately hugged Song Beiyun's arm even tighter with his hands.

"Why are you so bad, kid?" Song Beiyun turned his head and glanced at her: "You did it on purpose, right?"

"I want to see how powerful the Emperor Liao is!"

Sure enough, sure enough, there are no good people in the Longevity Gate, even a little girl like Wuyou has learned this kind of operation.

Sure enough, it was expected that His Majesty the Emperor would come towards Song Beiyun in a hurry.

"Let go, let go, I'm going to cut someone!"

"Hahahaha..." Wuyou lowered his head but laughed out loud.

But while he was speaking, Fo Baonu was already in front of him, and his hand was already on the sword. Judging from that posture, he was planning to slash.

But after she saw it clearly, she frowned and asked, "Worriless?"

"Sister-in-law..." Wuyou sweetly called sister-in-law, then jumped to Fo Baonu's side and hugged her arm.

Fo Baonu raised his foot and kicked Song Beiyun: "You bastard!"

Song Beiyun: "???"

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, you've grown so tall." Fo Baonu patted Wuyou's head and smiled, "Why do you come here to play when you have time?"

"I brought my uncle to look for my brother this time, so I'll come to have fun." Wuyou pointed to the front: "Sister-in-law, I'm going to eat something delicious."

"Okay, I'll take you there."

After Fo Baonu finished speaking, he turned his head and glared at Song Beiyun: "I'll deal with you later."

Seeing the two of them walk into the market, Song Beiyun hurriedly followed behind, and asked curiously, "How did you know each other?"

"We've known each other since we were in Chang'an." Wuyou said with a smile, "You're not here, and my sister-in-law and I secretly took the children out to play."

Fo Baonu quickly pinched Wuyou's waist, Wuyou realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.

"You do this again!"

"Oh, it's okay, I've been nagging all day long, are you annoying?" Fo Baonu said impatiently, "It's hard to come out for a stroll, don't insult me."

Wuyou is actually taller than Fo Baonu, and Fo Baonu is dressed in men's clothes, the appearance of the two holding hands is really incongruous, but Song Beiyun is now a pitiful bag-carrier.

As for women, when you go to the market, you have to buy things even if you don’t need them, even the emperor is no exception. That kind of desire from the heart will not be restricted by occupation.

This is a pain for Song Beiyun, he is a majestic minister of the law, a shadow emperor, an imperial reformer, annihilator of aristocratic families, a slayer of gentry, a destroyer of cults, and a suppressor of mutiny, but now he follows two women with his hands full of bags Sore knees.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, does this look good?" Wuyou held a red satin dress and gestured on her body: "I really like this outfit."

"purchase."

Fo Baonu gave him a look, and Song Beiyun immediately stepped forward to pay the bill, and then there was an extra bag in his hand.

Wuyou finally gave Song Beiyun a chance to rest because he was going to make things convenient. He sat on the steps by the side of the road and hammered his legs and said to Fo Baonu who was standing next to him: "I must give it to the commercial streets all over the country. Add a storage area for husbands, where women go shopping and men play chess, drink wine and watch the flowers and moon."

"Do you want to invite some kabuki to dance in it?"

"Okay, okay!" Song Beiyun nodded hastily: "That's the best."

"Hmph, what a beautiful idea you have!" Fo Baonu snorted coldly, "I'm dying!"

Song Beiyun looked around and found that no one was paying attention, so he went over and bit Fo Baonu's ass.

"You're crazy~!" Fo Baonu jumped and turned around, staring at him with wide eyes: "You're going to die!"

Song Beiyun laughed, stood up and pouted at Fo Baonu, "Come on, I'll let you take a bite too."

"Die to me!" Fo Baonu drew his scabbard.

Song Beiyun picked up the soft sword that Wuyou put on him and blocked it. At this moment, someone walked by, and the two of them immediately pretended that nothing happened.

"You are really in debt." Fo Baonu murmured, "By the way, come and feel my pulse in the evening. I'm feeling a little uncomfortable these days, maybe I'm tired."

"Good to say."

"Uncle Wuyou, is that your master? Is your master here?"

"Well, I just arrived in the morning." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "What's wrong?"

"Then I have to meet tomorrow." Fo Baonu said seriously, and then kicked Song Beiyun: "Quickly think about what I can bring over there."

"What are you talking about, what can I lack?"

"You..." Fo Baonu frowned: "You read all your books about dogs, right? Can you visit your elders empty-handed?"

"Let's think about it... The old man likes to eat chicken, so you can order pheasants and flying dragons." Song Beiyun put his hands on his knees and said with emotion: "The old man is old, and I'm afraid he can't eat anything else. .”

"Where's the wine? How many more bottles of good Liao wine should I bring?"

"That's up to you." Song Beiyun suddenly raised his head and asked, "Do you believe in immortality?"

"Didn't you say that there is something wrong with Xin's immortal brain." Fo Baonu sighed and said, "But when the child grows up, I don't want to do it anymore. Immortality or something is meaningless. Leave it to the children."

"You really miss your son in everything."

"What? Are you jealous of your son?"

"A little bit."

Fo Baonu rubbed his hair-inch short hair, and said with a smile: "Then it would be better to have another daughter and make me jealous too."

Chapter 849: Sunny August 8, Nine Years

"It's over."