Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 462 Snow Clothes: Fighting the King (1)
When Song Ronghe heard the news, he asked the housekeeper who sent the news: "How much time did each floor take?"

The steward lamented the keenness of the Patriarch, and said truthfully: "The time spent on the first eleven floors was extremely short. He replaced the position of Young Master Yuan Qing, but stayed here for two full hours on the twelfth floor."

"Okay." Song Ronghe smiled with appreciation and something else.

The housekeeper whispered again: "According to observation, Miss Jinnian seems to be very close to Master Xueyi and the others."

Song Ronghe was silent for a while, and then said with a smile: "Let her go."

When Song Yuanqing learned of the news, it was time to prepare to lead troops out again.

In the yard, Song Rongxian and Shen Yuya were by his side.

After hearing the news, the faces of the two changed at the same time, Shen Yuya quickly smiled and said to Song Yuanqing: "They only have this little ability, the eleventh floor is nothing, but Yuan Qing broke through the eighteenth floor. As for that first place, as long as Yuan Qing wants to, he can take it back at any time."

Song Rongxian also smiled and said: "Ma'am is right. Yuan Qing, you don't have to worry about these fireflies that can only shine for a while."

Song Yuanqing said calmly: "He, Song Xueyi, is growing up fast, and I am not slow, so why bother."

Both Song Rongxian and Shen Yuya looked at his face carefully, and felt relieved when they saw that he didn't seem to be telling a lie.

Then, Song Yuanqing said again: "Father and mother don't have to worry about Song Xueyi and Baili Lingjiu. They are my opponents, and I will handle them myself."

"What's that called!" Song Rongxian frowned.

Song Yuanqing glanced at him, and there seemed to be some kind of ancient evil hidden in his eyes, "The strong is not afraid of the strong, the stronger he is, the more qualified he is to be my opponent."

Before the two of them could react, Song Yuanqing had already turned and left.

He will leave the Song family tomorrow, and go to the battlefield to experience his life and death.

Song Xueyi, when you were still in the family, you learned what I learned back then.

I am enough to confront the strong men of the states and compete wits with each other.

From the start, I won you over.

Song Yuanqing looked ahead, with a constant self-confidence and arrogance in his eyes.

Song Yuanqing didn't know that just as he walked out of the gate of the Song family, his parents began to discuss the plan to get rid of Song Xueyi.

When Song Yuanqing left this time, Suxue City was still very lively, and the people seemed to firmly believe that he would win the battle, and the cheers were very loud.

Yun Moran didn't personally send him away, after all, he is the emperor of Yun, and once he personally greeted the return of the great victory, he already belonged to Grace, if he sent him away in person, he would be looked down upon by others, and he would be fawning on his courtiers suspected.

The autumn wind was rustling, and when winter was about to enter, Song Yunqing rode a horse with the blood of the owner's beast, and left without haste, leaving behind a dusty place.

Seeing Song Yuanqing's figure disappear outside the gate of Suxue City, Song Rongxian turned and left.

He didn't go back to the Song family's compound, he walked for more than an hour with the wind blowing under his feet, and he came to a seemingly ordinary mountain forest.The forest is full of evergreen trees, which won't wither even in autumn.

The so-called one flower, one leaf, one world, this forest is actually full of formations, most people will get lost in it without knowing it.

Naturally, this formation couldn't stop Song Rongxian, who already knew the trick, and he passed through the woods and came to a bamboo forest in a short time.The bamboo forest is green and lush, and the small bamboo building inside is faintly visible. Outside the small building, there are waterwheels rolling to eat sugar water, and there are small vegetable fields beside it.

This scene is seen by people, and there is a feeling of being a secluded person outside the world.

In fact, this place is indeed a place where the world's masters live in seclusion, and the person who lives in seclusion is Song Rongxian's father.

When Song Rongxian walked in front of the bamboo building, an old man in gray came out, holding a hoe and a bamboo basket in his hand, with a kind smile on his face, which made people feel good at first glance.

"Father." However, in the face of this seemingly benevolent old man, Song Rongxian showed great respect, not daring to neglect him in the slightest, and he could vaguely see a bit of fear in his respect.

The old man is Song Taihua.

"Huh? Why do you have time to eat with the old man today?" Song Taihua glanced at him and said with a smile.

Song Rongxian moved his lips, and said straight to the point: "The son came this time to ask his father for help."

Song Taihua didn't seem to hear it, and went to the vegetable garden to dig vegetables on his own, while complaining: "Compared to you, the old man still likes Yuan'er. Speaking of which, where did Yuan'er go? Since you are coming here, why don't you bring him along with you?" Come and meet the old man?"

Song Rongxian knew that he had always liked Yuan Qing, so naturally he would not be jealous of his son.On the contrary, he was very happy that Song Taihuazi cared about Song Yuanqing, and followed his words: "The reason why my son came this time is Yuanqing."

"Oh?" Sure enough, compared to his own son, Song Taihua cared more about his always outstanding grandson.

At this time, he had already dug up the vegetables, put them in the basket, turned and walked to the back of the bamboo building, "You wait here."

Song Rongxian didn't dare to refuse, and after waiting for about half an hour, Song Taihua came over with two dishes, sat on the rocking chair made of bamboo outside, and put the dishes on the table in front of him, "Speak, I've provoked you again. What disaster?"

Song Rongxian naturally didn't think he did something wrong, but he still didn't dare to refute his own father, and immediately said: "The child from back then is back!"

"The child from back then?" Song Taihua didn't care about family affairs for too long, so he didn't know who Song Rongxian was talking about for a while.

Song Rongxian said: "Song Xueyi!"

Song Taihua still didn't know, and frowned.

Song Rongxian knew that this was a sign of his impatience, so he said quickly, "It's Song Hezhen's son."

Compared with the unfamiliar name of Song Xueyi, it is obvious that the name of Song Hezhen is more able to evoke Song Taihua's memory.

Song Hezhen, who came to the ancestral home back then, was much more powerful than the geniuses of the ancestral home, and once stirred up waves.

Suddenly remembered something, Song Taihua's complexion changed, but he was not as nervous as Song Rongxian, he was still very calm, "Is he still dead?"

"It's not just that he didn't die." With a cold expression on his face, Song Rongxian told Song Taihua what Song Xueyi had done recently, and finally concluded: "His current strength may have reached the spirit-gathering state."

Speaking of this, Song Rongxian's face became even uglier.

You must know that he himself has only reached the entry level of the living spirit realm, but Song Xueyi is a realm higher than him at a young age.

He can feel relieved and happy that his son has surpassed himself, but in other people's words, there is only dissatisfaction and jealousy.

"How do you judge that he has the cultivation level of the Spirit Gathering Realm?" Song Taihua asked.

Song Rongxian said: "This is what Yuan Qing said. Yuan Qing fought with him once and stopped halfway." After a pause, his tone was a bit unwilling, "According to Yuan Qing, the interrupted fight was a draw."

(End of this chapter)