Under the big willow tree that covered the sky and sun like a canopy, Song Hanshan stood in a daze for a long time.
"Where did my Song family come from? Who are the ancestors of the Song family? It has been a secret for six hundred years. Why can so few people in the Song family hear the voice in the wordless tablet?"
Song Hanshan asked in a suppressed voice.
"Ahem..."
Li Baiyi suddenly coughed twice, rolled up his sleeves again, and looked at the vast sky with a bleak expression, "Ancestor of the Song family, a thousand years ago, under the command of Luo Bingxin, the leader of the Suzaku tribe of the Zuojiaming sect, Zuo held a sword.
Make Song Ting a Saint!"
Song Hanshan's face trembled slightly and he turned to stare at Li Baiyi.
I saw Li Baiyi retracting his gaze, twirling the chess pieces in his hands, and saying in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Song Tingsheng, he took charge of the Song family at the age of sixteen!"
"At the age of twenty-six, he was in the realm of a holy king, wearing one hundred thousand armors. He was ordered to join the Zuojia Ming Cult and was ranked as the left swordsman of the Suzaku tribe! In three years, he fought eighty-seven battles in the east and west without any defeat!"
"At the age of thirty, three thousand demon lords from outside the territory surrounded and killed the eleventh king Yifeng of Tianji in Jiugai Mountain. The Song Court Holy Leader Cangyun's Eighteen Riders traveled across the thirteen territories in one night to save Wang Yifeng, and suffered forty-two wounds on his body. Later,
All eighteen knights died in the battle, and Song Tingsheng carried Wang Yifeng on his back and traveled through seventeen more regions, finally escaping to death!"
"When Song Tingsheng was thirty-six years old, the Zuojiaming Sect encountered rebels and rebelled, resulting in the annihilation of the 30,000-strong army. Song Tingsheng once again went out of the west gate with one man and one sword, and returned with his head in the evening, annihilating the rebel leader, and showing the power of the Zhengming Sect!
"
"In the last years of Yuanshou, Song Tingsheng was thirty-nine years old. The evil demons from outside the territory invaded the Cangqiong Continent. The sword wielder on the left blocked the entrance to the plane of the Demon Suppressing Ruins with one sword and killed three thousand eight hundred and twenty evil demons.
1. In the end, the long sword broke, and he was stabbed to death by one thousand nine hundred and eighteen knives. In the next three years, three thousand people from the Zuo Jia Ming Cult stayed in the Demon Suppressing Ruins for three years, but they could not find Zuo Jian.
Make a corpse!"
Under the big willow tree, Li Bai's sleeves were rolled up, and his expression looked quite depressed, "And the words you heard in the wordless monument in the Song family's forbidden area were the roars of the Holy Uncle Song Ting when he was dying!"
"In the entire battle between the Zuojia Ming Sect and the evil spirits outside the territory, Song Tingsheng was a sword-wielder with unparalleled grace, and he was also the first one to die in the battle. If Uncle Song Tingsheng had not died in the battle, then he would be the thirteenth killed by our Ming Sect.
The first generation dragon head!”
After finishing speaking, Li Baiyi looked at Song Hanshan intently, "Now, do you know the origin of the Song family? And do you know the mission that the now decadent Song family carried back then?"
Song Hanshan froze on the spot for a long time.
Then he took a deep breath and smiled to himself, "It turns out that the ancestor is called Song Tingsheng... Hehe, they are indeed a group of unworthy descendants!"
"What happened to the war between the extraterrestrial demons and the killing between the Zuojia Ming Cult and the four major gods?"
Song Hanshan then turned to ask Li Baiyi.
Li Baiyi dusted his sleeves and smiled contemptuously, "Everyone in the world knows that the Zuojia Ming Cult kills people excessively and commits heinous crimes. There are even people like the Xingtian Temple who take it as their own duty to exterminate the remnants of our Ming Cult. Haha... it's just a history book of justice for thousands of years."
, The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit!"
"Is Haoran Mingjiao right or wrong? How can it be the turn of the world to come to a conclusion? If you want to know the whole story, go and find out for yourself..."
"Seven years ago, you have achieved great success in martial arts. If you stay in the Song family any longer, your progress will be slow. I thought you would come out and take a look, take a look at the world. I thought you would explore why there were seventy dragon veins in ancient times.
Two, there are only a few dragon veins so far? In another thousand years, will the dragon veins in this world disappear? By then, will there still be martial arts in this world?"
"What a pity...you are trapped in the Song family! I have been waiting for you for seven years, but you have never come out!"
"Until Lin Huang entered the Whirlpool Realm, I couldn't wait any longer and had no choice but to drive you out of the Song family. I originally thought that you would understand many things and become Lin Huang's protector, but I didn't expect... you
But I want to kill him!"
Li Baiyi sighed and shook his head, his voice hoarse, "Do you know that the Song family was the first dragon-protecting clan appointed by my master, Wang Yifeng?"
"What?!"
Song Hanshan's eyes suddenly widened.
Li Baiyi swung his sleeves, turned his back to Song Hanshan, and smiled coldly, "Are you surprised? But it is true! Even I don't know about the major dragon-protecting clans that Master appointed in those days.
And when I deduced it a hundred years ago, I couldn't believe that the first dragon-protecting clan had fallen to such a state!"
"But the Dragon-Guarding Clan is the Dragon-Guarding Clan after all, and they are the descendants of Uncle Song Ting's Saint. So no matter how difficult it is, I will not give up on you. The only thing I'm afraid of is that you give up on yourselves!"
"I thought you wouldn't give up, but I didn't expect that you don't know anything about it! The entire Song family has forgotten their mission..."
Li Baiyi sighed with emotion and shook his head helplessly.
Song Hanshan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He had only seen Li Baiyi for half an hour, but his understanding of him was completely overturned.
At some point, the ancestors of the Song family became the sword-wielding swordsmen of the Suzaku tribe of the demon sect. And even I hated it so much that the Song family, which only knew how to beg for mercy in front of the four major gods, became a clan that protects the dragon.
Protective dragon...
Protect the blue dragon and take flight, rule the world!
And it was obvious that that young dragon was Lin Huang who he had killed with one punch in Baizhan City.
Under the big willow tree, Song Hanshan slowly sat down.
His brows were knitted together, and he pondered for half an hour.
In half an hour, Song Hanshan seemed to have experienced changes in the situation, ups and downs in life, and his expression kept changing, making people unpredictable.
Li Baiyi was playing chess with him calmly on the side.
Suddenly, Song Hanshan raised his head.
He breathed out slowly, and that breath seemed to let out the pent-up energy that Song Hanshan had accumulated in his heart for many years.
After exhaling in one breath, Song Hanshan's eyebrows regained their previous sharpness, "As long as I, Song Hanshan, do not die, the Song family will be a clan that protects the dragon!"
Li Baiyi paused at the chess piece in his hand, then threw it into the chess box, "It seems you can still be saved!"
"Should I go back to Baizhan City now?"
Song Hanshan asked next.
Li Baiyi shook his head, "No need. If it weren't for your magic power of time, Lin Huang would have been killed by Lin Huang. Now you still have the nerve to go back and be his protector. This matter has nothing to do with you."
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Song Hanshan suddenly looked aggrieved and nodded with difficulty.
"I will give you three more years to travel around the world. In three years, you may be dead or you may still be alive!"
"If you are still alive, you have two choices. One is to enter Beilin Prison, and the other is to find me."
"You have three ways to find me. The first is to return to the Song family and turn the Song family into a true dragon-protecting clan; the second is to become the minister of dragon support, and the third... there are still vacancies in the Thirteen Kills of Tianzi
location".
Song Hanshan nodded silently.
Li Baiyi then waved and signaled Song Hanshan to leave, "I hope that when we meet next time, you will not be the two saints Song Hanshan, but a Holy Emperor, a strong man who can truly shoulder the great responsibilities of the world!"
Song Hanshan raised his eyebrows and smiled, raised his body and clasped his fists at Li Baiyi, "My ancestors are on top, Song Hanshan will only be stronger than him!"
Having said that, Song Hanshan waved his snow-white cloak, and his whole body shot into the sky like a rainbow, and the sound of wild laughter filled the world...