In Baizhan City, the young man in white and the little girl in green walked side by side, heading towards Wutong House. The atmosphere was somewhat silent.
"Brother Lin Huang, was that bad old man just now really lying?"
After Tang Xiaoqi thought for a long time, she turned to look at Lin Huang and asked.
"Of course it's a lie again. Both of them are cruel people. How could they be destined to die?" Lin Huang rubbed Tang Xiaoqi's head and said with a smile.
"It seems so!"
Tang Xiaoqi thought for a moment and then said, "Not only are we two ruthless people, but also Shang Youqian. He is rich. There is also an Uncle Song who came to Wutong Mansion. I heard he is very powerful. If not,
I asked my father to come, and he can fight ten, no... a hundred!"
Lin Huang smiled, raised his head and looked at the huge sycamore tree in front of him, his brows slightly condensed.
At this moment, under the sycamore tree, a middle-aged man appeared at some point, wearing a snow-white mink fur, with long hair shawl, and his whole body was very neatly groomed.
The latter looked at Lin Huang with a slight smile on his lips.
"Well...that's Uncle Song!"
Tang Xiaoqi also saw the latter, said happily, and then jumped over and ran over.
"Ha, Uncle Song, why are you always so elusive? Why, didn't you go to challenge your brother Shu Jian? You came back so soon. Did you beat him to pieces?"
Tang Xiaoqi said lively.
"Almost!"
The smile on Song Hanshan's face was a little thicker, and then he raised his head and looked at Lin Huang.
"Uncle Song, let me tell you. Brother Changsheng just went with me to wipe out all my enemies. Not to mention how energetic we were, we finally went to the Big Turtle Bridge in the south of the city to settle accounts with that bad old man. We almost did it again.
You deceived me, but fortunately my elder brother Changsheng is clever!"
Once Tang Xiaoqi opened her chat box, she seemed unable to shut it down.
Song Hanshan smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at Lin Huang who was approaching, "Song family, Song Hanshan, the second uncle of Changling!"
Lin Huang clasped his fists slightly, "Lin Changsheng!"
"The word "immortality" is not chosen very well!"
Song Hanshan smiled.
"Maybe".
Lin Huang nodded calmly.
Then the three of them walked side by side and walked into the Wutong Courtyard.
"Uncle Song, let me tell you, that bad old man said that Brother Changsheng was destined to die, which scared me. But then I thought about it, how could there be a certain death situation with Uncle Song here? That bad old man is so bad.
Very!"
Along the way, the little girl was frothing at the mouth, not to mention how excited she was.
Song Hanshan and Lin Huang smiled, but neither of them replied to the little girl's words...
"Hey, Shudu Song, why are you looking so pale? Did you steal the makeup from Uncle Song's maid? You are a scholar after all. It's unreasonable to apply makeup and makeup, and it's even more unreasonable to steal things!"
Looking at Song Changling who had been standing in the courtyard for who knows how long, Tang Xiaoqi ran over, jumped up and slapped Song Changling on the shoulder.
Song Changling looked at Lin Huang and Song Hanshan, his brows slightly furrowed and a trace of worry on his face.
Lin Huang looked at Song Changling and grinned, reassuring the latter. Song Hanshan was as calm and indifferent as ever, and just said:
"Second uncle will leave soon. He has ordered a table of food at Tianxiangju and will deliver it later!"
Song Changling nodded, feeling uneasy in his heart.
Lin Huang's pupils suddenly tightened.
"I want to eat pearl seabass and silk shark's fin...Uncle Song, do you have some of these two dishes? If you forgot, please tell me."
Song Hanshan smiled and nodded, "Remember to call me later, don't think of me after eating it all!"
With that said, Song Hanshan rolled up his sleeves and left the courtyard.
"What's going on?"
After Song Hanshan left, Song Changling frowned and looked at Lin Huang.
Lin Huang waved his hand, "As far as you can see, everything is fine, right? You probably didn't find out that I was the murderer of Song Xieyang, so don't scare yourself."
Song Changling frowned doubtfully.
…
In the hazy night, the lights in the main hall were shining. Eight people from Wutong House were sitting around the table. With Tang Xiaoqi, a talkative little man, the atmosphere was particularly cheerful, like a family dinner.
Lin Huang, Song Changling, Tang Xiaoqi, Shang Julu, Song Hanshan.
In addition, there was the young Song Xuan, whom Lin Huang had never seen before, the old man in black clothes and white hair who followed Song Hanshan, and the extremely attractive maid.
"Brother Changsheng, let me tell you, this is very delicious. Eat more, otherwise you will be killed by Song Shudan and Shang Youqian."
Sold out!"
The little girl stood on the stool, her chopsticks flying wildly, and she almost jumped directly onto the table.
Song Changling drank wine without interest.
Young Song Xuan looked at Lin Huang frequently, wondering why this man dared to sit next to Song Hanshan. Moreover, Song Hanshan didn't care.
The old man in black clothes and white hair and Shang Julu were eating their meals leisurely.
The maid was a little reserved and seemed to rarely go to the table to eat, let alone sitting at the same table with Song Hanshan.
Song Hanshan chewed his food slowly, no different from usual.
Lin Huang seemed to have a great appetite, and Tang Xiaoqi filled his bowl with vegetables. In no time, he even had a drink with Song Changling.
During the dinner, there was nothing special and no special topic.
After Song Hanshan finished eating, he put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a towel, picked up the wine glass, and actively motioned to Lin Huang, "Let's chat after you finish drinking?"
Lin Huang nodded with a smile and drank a glass of wine.
Song Changling's expression suddenly changed.
The rest of the people didn't feel much, but there was a trace of jealousy in Song Xuan's eyes. Whether within the Song family or outside the Song family, there were very few people who could let Song Hanshan take the initiative to talk.
Afterwards, Lin Huang and Song Hanshan left the table.
Song Changling was about to stand up when Lin Huang patted the latter's shoulder, causing Song Changling to sit down helplessly.
After the two left, Shang Julu just wiped his mouth, tapping his fingers on the table and frowning slightly...thinking about the clues.
"Brother Changsheng, I'll go find you to play after I finish eating!"
The little girl waved her chopsticks and shouted.
Lin Huang waved his hand, and then walked out of the room with Song Hanshan.
In the quiet night, in the pavilion next to the blue lake in Wutong Courtyard, Song Hanshan grabbed a handful of fish food and threw it into the lake, attracting countless koi carp to fight for it.
"I have practiced very well in the Cang Tian Jue Shen Slash, and I have achieved some success in just three months. In the Song family for a hundred years, no one has done it except me, Song Hanshan!"
Song Hanshan's plain voice sounded in the pavilion.
Lin Huang smiled slightly, "My talent should not be bad after all!"
Song Hanshan nodded in disbelief, and then said: "If a warrior wants to achieve a high position, talent is nothing. If there is no perseverance, hard work, and a warrior's heart... no matter how talented you are, it is nothing more than an embroidered pillow!"
"Then I probably don't count either!"
Lin Huang laughed.
"Of course it doesn't count!"
Song Hanshan said calmly: "You dare to kill Song Xieyang, you can kill Song Xieyang, you can cover up the traces skillfully after the killing, and you can still be so calm after being discovered by me. You are very good. You are on the Hidden Dragon List of Tianji Pavilion.
It should have your name on it”.
"Isn't it true that the truth is still showing?"
Lin Huang said calmly.
"That's because you met me, Song Hanshan!"
Song Hanshan raised his eyebrows slightly, "But if Song Xieyang didn't secretly seal the Heaven's Ultimate Sword, I wouldn't be the one who came out this time. And once I leave the Song family, all your cover-ups will be in vain..."