Lingnan, Song family mountain city.
The Songjia mountain city was built on dangerous grounds. It is majestic and majestic. The mountain road to the city seems to be hanging in the air, and the river below is rolling. It is an endless wonder.
If the scenery outside the Song Family Mountain City reminds people of offensive, defensive and killing attacks, then there is only tranquility and peace inside the Song Family Mountain City.
Song Shidao passed through the stone pavilion, crossed the bridge and climbed the corridor, passed the triple courtyard gate, and then slowly climbed up the white stone steps of the "Modao Hall".
Although it was still dark at the moment, there was still a weak candlelight flickering in the huge space of the Grinding Hall. There is someone in the hall, standing in the center of the hall with the door behind him. His body is as majestic as a mountain. He is wearing a blue robe that hangs down to the floor. No facial features can be seen, but he already has the aura of looking down at the world.
He was holding a knife in his hand. With the knife in his hand, his whole body seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth. It was a subtle feeling that "there is nothing but the knife", which was both strong and profound. .
On the walls on both sides of the hall, there are more than a dozen swords of different shapes hanging on each wall, and each sword has an owner. The meaning of the swords hanging on the wall at this moment has already been told.
In front of that man, there was a dark and smooth boulder, as high as the human body, with the three characters "Whetstone" written on it.
Song Shidao walked slowly towards the knife sharpening hall. When he walked to the front of the hall, the knife suddenly came out of its sheath.
I didn't see how to draw the sword at all, but it was already out of the sheath. Then the sword flashed and struck the huge whetstone with a strange arc.
The simplest and most direct, no fancy knife falls, and a miracle happens. The whetstone that had been left in the grinding hall thirty years ago and had never been touched by anyone in the past thirty years actually broke into two halves after the light of the knife disappeared.
There is only one person who can split the whetstone with one knife in the grinding hall!
"Heavenly Sword" Song Que!
After a brief absence, Song Shidao finally walked into the knife-sharpening hall, bowed and said: "Father!"
Song Que put his hand on the blade of the sword and asked directly without turning around, "Do you know why I destroyed the whetstone?"
Song Shidao paused for a moment and said hesitantly: "Who is it related to?"
Song Que said calmly: "The Three Kingdoms were reunited, but the Sima family inherited the unification. Since Emperor Min of the Jin Dynasty was captured by the Xiongnu Liu Yao, the Western Jin Dynasty fell, and the Central Plains fell into fragmentation again. Since then, the Hu people have ravaged the Central Plains..."
Song Shidao stood behind him without saying a word, just listening quietly.
Song Que sighed, and then said: "In the past, the Jin Dynasty moved south, and the Eastern Jin Dynasty was weak. Fu Jian, the overlord of the Qin Dynasty, appointed Wang Meng, enriched the country and strengthened the army, and unified the north. In the end, he led millions of troops and took the power of the world. Go south. But who would have thought that Northern Qin's southern invasion with the power of the world would be wiped out by one man and eighteen cavalry on the plain on the east bank of Feishui River."
Hearing this, Song Shidao couldn't help but sigh: "The grace of Tianjun is as bright as the past."
Song Que suddenly said: "At that time, the majesty of the Heavenly King was no longer unique enough to describe it. It would not be exaggerated to say 'Turn your hands to make clouds, turn your hands to make rain'. He could change dynasties by himself." , to end the chaos, but he didn’t do it, do you know why?”
Song Shidao was silent for a moment and then said: "I'm ashamed, kid."
Song Que turned around, looked at Aizi, and said slowly: "Because the Hu people and the Han people have a blood feud, and the Hu and Han people are in the stage of communion. Even if the world is unified, it is just a piece of force. Once there is no Without the power of the Heavenly Lord, the Central Plains will fall into division again."
Song Shidao suddenly said: "The Great Sui Dynasty was established only because we, the Han people, are no longer as hostile to the Hu people as we were in the past. The Hu and Han people have reached a time when they can truly be in harmony."
Song Que smiled approvingly, nodded and said, "It's good that you can understand the 'general trend'."
Song Shidao bowed and asked, "Does father think he is really the heavenly king?"
Song Que's eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "Whether it is true or not, you will know after seeing it."
Song Shidao understood that his father, like him, actually believed in the identity of that person to some extent. Splitting the whetstone showed that the "Heavenly Sword" was about to be unsheathed!
"The ship is ready!"
"Then go and see what he's like!"
…
The deserted city is still the deserted city.
With the joint efforts of the Northern Cavalry Alliance, the Zhenjing Hui, the Pegasus Hui, the Yewo Clan, the Lianghu Gang, and the Han Gang, in just three days, Huangcheng was controlled by the Yuwen family, the Dugu family, and the Li family. , all were recovered.
At this point, apart from the Song family, there is no other clan or influence in Huangcheng. Moreover, Huangcheng's movement this time was sent thousands of miles away three days ago and was known to all the clans and clans.
Now that he has survived the battle between Jing Nian Temple and Man Qing Temple, and then entered the deserted city, he is recognized by the world as a disciple of the Demon Sect. Some people even speculate that he is the new evil emperor of the Demon Sect, who wants to help the Song clan succeed!
The three clans have been expelled, the Song family is safe and sound, the Demon Sect and the Song family have been regarded as an alliance, and now all forces regard the Song family as the strongest enemy in the struggle for hegemony in the world.
Of course, no matter what the world thinks of the alliance between Yi Yi and the Song family, neither Song Que nor him would care.
It was the middle of winter, the weather was severely cold, and in such a good time, the streets of the deserted city were still full of horses and carriages, and people were coming and going. Today, Xuanyuan did not sit around playing the piano and drinking in the mansion, but went out.
Huanwan was also with her, but she was so beautiful. Every time she moved and graceful, she was so charming and charming that she had an outstanding character. She attracted the attention of passers-by on the road, as if they had lost their souls.
She looked calm and indifferent to the looks of the people around her, and said: "I don't know who invited the young master, but based on the name of 'the old master,' I'm afraid that person's identity is not simple."
He shook his head and said nothing, but he seemed to be in a good mood.
Huanwan's eyes flickered and she looked at him as if he really didn't know who he was. She asked with a bit of surprise: "Don't you even know who he is?"
Ranyi smiled lightly and said, "It's precisely because I couldn't guess who it was that I had some expectations."
The cold wind was blowing, and the drunkenness was getting stronger. When they spoke, the two of them had already arrived at the restaurant.
In Huangcheng, a place with all kinds of brothels, casinos, restaurants, pubs, tea rooms and hotels, the most famous one is the first floor on Dongmen Street. The first floor is famous in Huangcheng because the food it serves is diversified and caters to the tastes and eating habits of people of all ethnic groups. But the main reason is that only here can the unique wine 'Xuejianxiang' be produced.
There is only one family in the world, there is no other semicolon!
Therefore, the first floor is usually full of guests and guests, but today there is not a single guest here.
Hanwen naturally understood why this was happening, and was not surprised at first. It was not until she saw the person who was waiting for guests on the first floor that she was slightly surprised.
The man standing waiting in front of the door was a tall, well-proportioned man with a very handsome appearance. Although he was a concierge of a restaurant, he was dressed as a Confucian scholar. Not only did he have no worldly air, but he appeared to be elegant, intelligent, and courageous.
At this time, he was holding a folding fan, with a proud smile on his face, and he was indescribably suave and free-spirited.
