The gentleman is to blame

Su Mian smiled and said, "You are quite arrogant. Speaking of which, Mr. Song, when your family was destroyed, you had disappeared when Qiao Hanyan and I arrived, and you were accompanied by Bi Yin. Su wanted to come to Bi Yin The clues are here with you."

Song Huaizhen didn't speak.

"Forget it, I don't want to talk to you when I think about it. Although the process of making the magic weapon of the Fallen Immortal using humans as the medium is interesting, it has endless shortcomings. I have been tired all these years. If the two of you hand over Biyin, I can still Leave a whole body for you."

"Su Mian, you haven't replenished your grievances enough. These years are already on the verge of dying. It's really ridiculous to be able to speak up here now."

After Xie Nangui finished speaking, he lifted his spirits, took out his folding fan, and injected all his grievances without hesitation this time.He was deceived by Su Mian all these years, killing people for him to collect these grievances for him, after he escaped, he was harassed day and night by the grievances.But he never regretted it, because he had been waiting for this moment all these years.

Xie Nangui flew in front of him, his moves were continuous and flowing.The folding fan is loaded with a lot of resentment, and its speed and strength are completely comparable to the end of the prehistoric period.Su Mian didn't have a weapon, she only relied on her palms, she closed and opened her hands, as if covering Xie Nangui in a black light curtain.

Xie Nangui changed his moves, the moves were fierce and deadly, the folding fan opened and released the silver needles.There seemed to be resentment lingering around Su Mian, and the silver needle had dissipated before it touched her body.

The two are evenly matched and do not give in to each other.

"I didn't expect that silly boy from back then to be so powerful now. Su has a really good eye for people." After finishing speaking, he jumped up and changed his hands. Xie Nangui was about to catch up with Su Mian when he saw Su Mian's left hand He connected his palms to his own folding fan, and the palm of his right hand was indeed attacking Song Huaizhen who was standing beside him.

Anxious, he was about to close the fan, but saw Song Huaizhen standing there unharmed.He held the ancient lotus heart jade and a talisman in his hand.

Xie Nangui smiled and said, it seems that he underestimated Song Huaizhen, did he use the power of lotus heart and ancient jade to set up a barrier.

Seeing this scene, Su Mian was about to withdraw her right hand, but she seemed to be sucked by something, unable to move at all.Strange, Su Mian was shocked, what kind of huge spiritual power could attract him casually?

Taking advantage of the victory, Xie Nangui pursued and passed the folding fan through Su Mian's body.

Su Mian's expression seemed to be surprised for a moment, and then she showed a relieved smile.Why would I want to become a Fallen Immortal, but I just returned from prison to Huyuanju and saw Xing'er's skinned and cramped corpse after being transformed into a prototype. At that time, I lost all reason and killed the villagers who came to visit with my bare hands.

At that time, I didn't know what was going on, so I was able to use my resentment.Presumably, among those fools, many of them were really kind to him, it doesn't matter who killed Xing'er, who was good, who was bad, who hurt me, who helped me.This messy world made him feel sick.Birth and death are nothing but sinking into the endless hell.

Su Mian closed her eyes, the whole body covered by resentment was like a huge black mist, and a gust of autumn wind blew away, blowing away the last traces of Su Mian left in the world.

In the distance, Nian Fei was sitting in a wheelchair, watching this scene silently with the white-haired Taoist.

"This matter is over, you should go too."

"I'm afraid that Nian still has the last obsession, and hopes that Wang Chen will grow up and be perfect."

Wang Chen didn't speak, turned and left Hu Yuanju.

Su Mian is gone.

This person who made Xie Nangui blame himself and suffer for many years turned out to be so vulnerable in the end.But it's not surprising, the Fallen Immortal was originally a product of the ancient, prehistoric era, and Su Mian didn't know what chance she had to be able to become a Fallen Immortal now.Fortunately, everything is over.

Biyin, lotus heart ancient jade.

Song Huaizhen and Xie Nangui always felt that there seemed to be the shadow of Daoist Lingxu in the dark, and perhaps this seemingly perfect magic weapon of fallen immortals had long been set by Chu Zehan's master to hunt down fallen immortals.

Song Huaizhen is finally going back to his old residence in Jinling.I was a little apprehensive, after all, I had never met Uncle Zhong before.I wrote a letter a few days ago and sent it to Uncle Zhong.Uncle Zhong replied that he had been in Jinling recently.Song Huaizhen cheered for joy in his heart, and ran out to buy pastries and fruits.Early in the morning, he dragged Xie Nangui to his home in Jinling.

Two people were walking on the road and accidentally bumped into a person.

She was dressed in red, with white plums dotted on it, and her hair was disheveled, but she had a fairy air.Mei Jiu looked at Song Xie and the two, and said, "Are you two going?"

Song Huaizhen gave an address and said it was his property in Jinling.After hearing this, Mei Jiu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed heartily.

Song Huaizhen said, "Mr. Mei, we plan to visit Zhimenglou after this. Can I see Mr. Nianfei again?"

Mei Jiu nodded, "Zhimenglou has always welcomed you, go quickly." Then she took her Fenqin and left leisurely.

Song Huaizhen said helplessly, "What do you mean by talking without beginning or end?"

It wasn't until Song Huaizhen and Xie Nangui walked to the address given by Uncle Zhong that they realized that this was not a house at all, and the house number was neither Song Mansion nor Zhou Mansion.

The building is similar to a restaurant, with three big characters "Zhimenglou" written on it.

Song Huaizhen walked in and saw that the interior was a restaurant, and he was suspicious. A young man dressed as a second child ran over and said, "It's the first time for a guest officer to come to our Zhimenglou. Do you want to discuss business or have a meal?"

Song Huaizhen said helplessly, "I want to find someone named Uncle Zhong."

Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, "Uncle Zhong, you mean Housekeeper Zhongda! Come on, come on, I'll take you to find him right now."

Song Huaizhen and Xie Nangui were led by Xiaoer to the back of Zhimeng Tower.Behind is a huge private courtyard.A tall but very strong middle-aged man ran out in a hurry.His face is gentle and his eyes are firm.

"Little master?"

Song Huaizhen was stunned, and said, "Uncle Zhong?" In his heart, he felt that Uncle Zhong was a little different from what he had imagined.

Uncle Zhong suddenly burst into tears, hugged Song Huaizhen and began to sob, then said, "Young Master, you really look like Master."

Song Huaizhen was so hugged that he couldn't breathe. After Xie Nangui saw it, he immediately said to Uncle Zhong, "Uncle Zhong, Ah Su was strangled by you."

Uncle Zhong let go of his hand immediately, and Song Huaizhen said, "If you do this again, I will send you the ghost painting talisman of my childhood!"

Uncle Zhong was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Oh, painting, the young master draws very well, Uncle Zhong likes it very much."

After Song Huaizhen heard this sentence, he suddenly froze. This person should be Uncle Zhong, but he did not communicate with him.Song Huaizhen couldn't write when he was a child, so he created an original font like a ghost drawing.At that time, Uncle Zhong, in order to let himself understand, deliberately used clumsy brushwork to draw pictures that only children like to admire.It was not until Song Huaizhen learned to read that the two began to stop this practice.

Song Huaizhen tentatively asked, "Uncle Zhong likes my childhood ghost painting talisman?"

Uncle Zhong couldn't answer, his face was full of squeamishness, Song Huaizhen didn't know what expression to make for a moment.

The sound of wheels gliding past, there was a man sitting in a wheelchair without a mask.It was a very young face, only a few years older than Song Huaizhen.But the temperament reveals vicissitudes and maturity.It is very similar to Song Huaizhen, but Song Huaizhen's facial features are soft, while his facial features are more three-dimensional and profound.

When Uncle Zhong saw the man, he rushed forward as if seeing a savior, and shouted, "Master, the young master is too smart, how can I answer those questions. Help me quickly."

Song Huaizhen saw the man in the wheelchair looking at this cheek that was quite similar to his own.

Miss Zhou Fei, Zhou Fei, miss Zhou Fei.

Mrs. Zhou loves the lyre, a relic left by her parents, called Weaving Dreams.

Song Huaizhen went forward, knelt down in front of Song Shuyin, and kowtowed three times.When Uncle Zhong saw it, he immediately backed away and ran to the main building of Zhimenglou.Xie Nangui also turned and left.

Song Shuyin's eyes were red, and he rowed the wheelchair to Song Huaizhen's side.Gently patted his head.

"A Su, Daddy didn't want to recognize you at first. You know, your dad is already a ghost, but I still can't help it and want to see you."

Song Huaizhen said, "I know that you are the one who has been corresponding with me for so many years and has been caring about me all the time."

Song Shu said, "Daddy can only communicate with Asu, collect information in Zhimenglou, and then tell you. There is no way to accompany Asu to grow up."

Song Huaizhen shook his head vigorously, "You are the best father. I have been in Yanxia Temple for so many years, and the thing I look forward to the most is to communicate with you, Daddy."

"Thinking about it, Daoist Wangchen never likes to get close to others, and you are a child, so you understand it as a father."

"Father, you and my master?"

Song Shuyin nodded and said, "Back then, the Song family was destroyed because of Biyin's blood sacrifice. Presumably, your spiritual power attracted Biyin's spiritual power and stagnant resentment. So during the blood sacrifice, only you survived Right now. Taoist Master Wangchen happened to pass by here at that time, and saved you by the way."

"What's wrong with you, father?"

"It was I who asked Wangchen to use the technique of 'controlling evil spirits' to make me into a ghost body. Wangchen strongly opposed it at first, but seeing that my resentment persisted, he promised to keep me in the world for 20 years, and then and leave on their own.”

"20 years? Daddy, I'm twenty now."

Song Shuyin nodded, "You still remember the first time you and I met, did you tell me right? The ghost body accumulates grievances, which is not conducive to future reincarnation. Your master also doesn't want me to consume blessings."

Song Huaizhen was anxious after hearing this, 20 years, he is 20 years old this year, anxiously said, "No, no, you and I, you and I just met, how could it be so soon!"

Song Shuyin felt sad, "The past 20 years have been stolen by my father. I have always boasted that I am open-minded, but after the incident with Bi Yin, I felt depressed and resentful. But these years, I can avenge my family But Qiao Hanyan, I can watch you grow, and I can wait until Su Mian dies. I am very content in my heart, even if there is no 20-year period, I don’t have any nostalgia in my heart for my father."

Song Huai couldn't bear it anymore, threw himself in front of Song Shuyin's wheelchair, and shouted, "Father! I don't want you to go."

Song Shuyin said helplessly, "I thought you grew up along the way, but I didn't expect you to be a child. Did Xie Nangui laugh at you for being fed again, or because your puppy Huahua bit the female disciple of the Medical Sect? No one else will come to play with you again?"

Song Huaizhen was sad again, thinking of the content of the letter, he felt funny again, and asked, "Then dad, we've been together these few days, how about we talk?"

Song Shuyin nodded, then raised his hand to touch Song Huaizhen's head.