Chapter 201 Father and Son 2

The sickly strange man did not speak, and no one was present. The atmosphere was suppressed. Seeing that no one moved, Lin Qingyun, who was seriously injured, sat on the ground with his knees and adjusted the injury on his body. The killing move should have been foolproof, but he was cut off halfway by the strange sick man, and on the contrary He was greatly hurt by one. Outside the Qingshan building outside the mountain, Lin Qingyun, who has never been conceited, understands this profound truth, so he has never made a special move in Kunlun. According to his strength, the Presbyterian Association may not be able to stop him, but Lin Qingyun is afraid of being long. The bottom card behind the old man, if Kunlun was just an open-faced elder to support the scene, I'm afraid it will no longer exist.

"Is your name Lin Qingyun? I haven't seen you for decades, and now it should be a great weapon. When I saw your magnificent and different temperament from others, I knew that your achievements would not be below me. I didn't expect that you could easily defeat the elders of the Presbyterian now. Perhaps after opening his mouth and saying a few words, the vicissitudes of the man gradually spoke smoothly. He spoke slowly in front of Lin Qingyun, and his hoarse voice became clearer.

"Do you know me?" Lin Qingyun, who meditated on the ground, asked in a low voice. He had been the head for more than 20 years. He had never heard that there was an amazing master in the ancestral temple. Compared with him, he looked only a few years older, and his talent was far better than him. From a sick man, Lin Qingyun could be sure that the other party was one. He must have been seriously injured, and he has not yet recovered. The elder and the old man Song who were present with the burst of coughing can easily conclude that he could still play an unusually strong blow after being seriously injured. So what would the sick man have achieved in his heyday? Lin Qingyun can't imagine it.

"In those years, among the many disciples sitting in Kunlun, you were the only one who attracted my attention. In the past 20 years, I don't know what position you are in Kunlun now, but I think it will definitely not be too low." The sick man coughed again, and then looked at Lin Qingyun with deep eyes, quietly waiting for Lin Qingyun's answer. He stayed in the ancestral temple for 20 years. Many people should not know him now. Things are right, and twenty years will pass in a flash.

"I am the head of this generation of Kunlun." Lin Qingyun's eyes suddenly became hot when he looked up and answered. The other party actually knew him, which showed that the strange-looking man was indeed from Kunlun. His previous position was not bad. He was associated with the popular figures in the history of Kunlun, among which there was only one person like the age of the man on the opposite.

vaguely, Lin Qingyun had a bold guess in his heart, but he was not sure, because there was a long distance from now 20 years ago. If he was so blindly sure, he might adapt to other people's opportunities. But isn't the rumored person dead? So, he hesitated.

Hearing Lin Qingyun's answer, the sick man was not moved at all. This answer seemed to be the same as he expected. However, after listening to Lin Qingyun's words, the sick man stopped talking. He slowly walked to the elder and asked softly, "When I was desperate, you gave me a stay. It's a chance in Kunlun, so it's even between you and me to save your life today.

The elder who has calmed down looked at the sick man and wanted to find his familiar traces from the other party's dissatisfied stubble face, but he had no result. This person is too different from the person in those years. A person's appearance can change with time. But a person's temperament settles down over time. This mysterious sick man can hardly find any temperament, let alone give people the feeling of a master.

If he hadn't seen the fierce sword spirit that appeared before this man who was still coughing before he appeared, Zhuge Kui would never believe that the man who came later would be a top-level master. He would hide his own strength compared with Lin Qingyun in the Qianlong in the abyss.

"Are you sweeping the floor in the ancestral temple?" The trembling elder asked, and he also guessed a possibility that he had to believe. The man came from the direction of the ancestral temple, but the Presbyterian Church, which was well informed that Kunlun could not escape from the sight, had absolutely no news from the man, but Zhuge Hui remembered that he had sent an inner disciple to clean the ancestral ancestral hall 20 years ago because he had done some outrageous things.

"I didn't expect that it would be 20 years." The sick man laughed at himself, with a bitter smile on his face.

The shocked elder finally knew who was standing opposite him. He didn't expect that the identity of a sweeping disciple who was forgotten by everyone is now hiding a famous person in those years.

"You killed that disciple and replaced him."

Zhuge Wei, the elder who couldn't control his emotions, said tremblingly. No wonder this man would say that he gave him a chance. Everyone thought that the man was dead, but they didn't know that the person who was rumored to have died 20 years ago is still alive now. His voice and appearance have been reborn and become another person.

"Damn man, I, Song Tianyun, won't let him live."

The sick man said slowly and said amazingly, and when he said the word "Song Tianyun", the temperament of the whole person suddenly changed greatly, but the change appeared in an instant, and then faded from his body at a faster speed, like a flash in the pan.

The listener is interested.

Lin Qingyun, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly stood up, and the old man under the big tree in the distance also came quickly. Both of them heard the three words in the mouth of the sick man, which made them unable to suppress their emotions.

Twenty years ago, everyone knows the name Song Tianyun in Kunlun. After the news of Song Tianyun's death, the name gradually faded out of Kunlun and was buried in the hearts of many people.

After the conjecture in his heart was verified, Lin Qingyun found that he still underestimated Kunlun, the Presbyterian Association, and Song Tianyun. Twenty years ago, he was not the head of Kunlun. Naturally, he could not come into contact with the secrets of Kunlun in those years. Now he can speculate that what happened in those years will never be as simple as they seem.

It's just that Song Tianyun, who was handsome at that time, has become the depressed appearance now, which makes Lin Qingyun can't help thinking deeply. After saying those three words from a strange sick man, his eyes have not left the man. Among the most admired people in his life is Song Tianyun.

The old man next to him wanted to talk and stopped. When the sick man appeared, he had a strong feeling that he knew him before, but he couldn't remember what the other party's name and identity were. The familiar feeling made the old man mistakenly think that he had stayed in the back mountain for too long and forgot the person he had known before.

"Song Tianyun, you are not dead yet!!!"

The elder Zhuge Kui was shocked and said that he was once jokingly called by the outside world that he was a genius who had not been born in Kunlun for a hundred years. It was the sick man in front of him who seemed to have no master demeanor at all. A dignified Kunlun headman has been dormant in the ancestral hall for 20 years. This extraordinary perseverance can never be understood for a moment.

Years are a knife, which sharpens people's hearts.

He raised his head, and his rickety body was slightly straight. The man whose real name was Song Tianyun coughed slightly. He looked at the elder Zhuge Kui and said slowly, "I don't want to mention the past. You can go back wherever you come from today."

Song Tianyun's current appearance does not look much majestic, but his words seem to make people unable to resist. Although he has a peaceful tone, he can't hear any compulsion. The elder Zhuge Gui, who has something to say, was choked by the words of a sick man, so he had to turn around and changed his direction to his ancestors. The ancestral hall walked slowly, and his back was no longer as confident as when he came.

As soon as the elder left, there were only three people left on the field.

Song Tianyun, who looked at Lin Qingyun, was silent for a long time and said, "I'm relieved that Kunlun has a person like you. The city is very deep, low-key, and has a great righteousness in his heart. Kunlun will not be a big problem in your hands. When I was the head, I didn't do anything for Kunlun, and I felt very guilty. Now I hope you can carry forward Kunlun.

Lin Qingyun didn't expect the long-to-go words. He thought that Song Tianyun would ask him something that had happened over the years, but he never thought that Song Tianyun only had these words to him. The thoughts of the master were really not what ordinary people could expect. Lin Qingyun smiled bitterly in his heart, and no one could make him like today. I'm so convinced. In terms of strength, he is not as good as Song Tianyun. In terms of Tao strategy, he is still inferior to Song Tianyun. As for the layout, he is even more willing to bow down. He has been dormant in Kunlun for 20 years. He just plays an inconspicuous small role. People can't notice that Lin Qingyun will never be so indifferent.

Lin Qingyun, who is curious about what happened in Kunlun in those years, can't predict many things. If you only look at the surface, it is impossible to infer the hidden truth on the surface, let alone in Kunlun, which is full of fans. There are situations everywhere, the authorities are confused, and bystanders may not be clear.

"Do your best and live up to your wishes."

Lin Qingyun, who was in control, said righteously that the legendary figure stood in front of him and talked to him in person. He must not be careless.

Legend, how many legends can there be in Kunlun?

Song Tianyun is one of the legends.

There is another person in the legend of Song Tianyun's name in those years, but now many people know little about it. The legend of that person only exists in the haze of not seeing the sun in the bottom of many people's hearts. They don't want to mention it. The older generation is taboo about that person, and they avoid talking about everything that involves that person.

Almost no one knows the real name of that person, but the name "Sura" will definitely scare many people.

Lin Qingyun, who thought that his strength was in the Huaxia platoon, finally admitted his conceit. Song Tianyun, who was seriously injured, was far stronger than him, not to mention how horrible Song Tianyun was at his peak. People who can crown the word "legend" all have the strength of tone matching. There is Song Tianyun in Huaxia, and A Shura will definitely have a big man like Song Tianyun Shura who has not been out of the mountain for decades.

He walked to the place where Jun Yifeng was with great interest and looked at Jun Yifeng's current improvement. Lin Qingyun picked up Jun Yifeng and walked to the exit of the ancestral temple.

Time has been left for the Song family father and son who have not seen each other for 20 years. No matter how interested Lin Qingyun is, he will not want to know the secrets buried in the past 20 years. He only knows that a legendary person can be dormant for 20 years, which is an extremely lonely and indescribable pain.

After all, people who have been rendered myths by legend are still human beings. There is no real forgetfulness in the world. The so-called forgetfulness is just an excuse to deceive himself. Lin Qingyun, who transcends the realm of forgetfulness, naturally knows this truth.

The remaining space is left to the father and son of the Song family, the two generations of Kunlun leaders.

The old man's almost blurred eyes stared at the depressed man in front of him. Is this still Song Tianyun, who was so conceited that he did not pay attention to the world?

The wet eyes refuse to drop a drop of crystal **. The old man who has lived for more than 70 years is still as persistent as he was when he was young. For a father, in front of his son, he is always a father, but an enemy who does not calculate day and night. Everything he does is taken for granted. He does not ask his son to understand, but for himself. Have a clear conscience.

"Father."

The sick man lowered his head and said in a low voice. He had cleaned the ancestral ancestral hall in the back mountain for 20 years, but never stepped into the back mountain only a few steps away from the ancestral ancestral ancestral hall. In his heart, he was the same persistence and paranoia.

"You are much better now than you were back then."

The old man nodded with relief. This sentence is not a compliment, but an objective evaluation. At that time, Song Tianyun was arrogant and omnipotent. Now Song Tianyun knows how to endure, and he has a lot of things that Song Tianyun did not have in those years. Although Song Tianyun is not as strong as before, and there are many old wounds that can't be healed, in the eyes of the old man, the current Song Tianyun is better than the past than the previous Song Tianyun.

Only through personal experience can you understand a lot of things.

"I've seen the boy of the Ye family. He is a good material."

His waist was slightly straighter, and the sick Song Tianyun took a deep breath and said to the old man.

"There is no one I have taught that is better than blue."

A smile appeared on his face. Although he looked a little reluctant, he still showed a sense of pride from the old man's face.

"Kunlun still owes a favor to the Ye family, and the Song family also owes a favor to the Ye family. Now I should be powerless to repay that favor."

With a sigh, Song Tianyun, who was full of emotion, said to the old man beside him, that is, his father. After all, Song Tianyun is not Song Tianyun in those years. No matter how strong he is, he still can't stand the grinding of time.

"Don't feel guilty. This is what the Song family should do. They have tried their best. He Tu and his father will not blame our Song family, let alone you." The old man surnamed Song looked at Song Tianyun, who was full of guilt, and said softly that he was majestic. He was not a good father, but he was a conscientious father. He used words and deeds to make a good image that a father should have.

"I originally wanted to help the Ye family break the situation. After thinking about it for 20 years, I still forget it. I believe that the Ye family has the ability to break the situation. If I help him, maybe he will not only not be grateful to me, but also blame me." Song Tianyun, who closed his eyes and kneaded his temples, said slowly. Although his strength was not good before, he did not lose a little. He said that he wanted to break the situation.

"You did a good job. The child of Hetu needs more training. To be his master, I should teach him. I have taught him. The rest of the things can be learned if I don't teach him. Young people need more training to surpass me and may surpass you in the future. The old man surnamed Song said to Song Tianyun in front of him. There is no need for too much explanation between father and son. With Song Tianyun's detached Huigen, are you afraid that you don't understand the benefits?

"I won't intervene in the Presbyterian side and leave it to He Tu, otherwise I will help him do it well. How can I return the favor of the Ye family in the future?" Song Tianyun said with deep meaning and coughed a few more times.

"Zijian is dead, which has something to do with He Tu." The old man, who had been depressed for a long time, suddenly said.

Hearing this, Song Tianyun's whole body was slightly shocked.

The generation of the Song family should be the last generation.

"I, a father, killed his mother and killed him again."

With a long sigh, Song Tianyun said in a guilty tone. He was used to hiding his emotions in the bottom of his heart. How could he ever cry? In this life, I'm afraid he will bury these unspeakable sufferings in the bottom of his heart and bear them alone.

Men always have to bring something into the coffin.

"It's not your fault, it's my fault."

The old man patted Song Tianyun on the shoulder and said with melancholy that the Song family never carried less than others.

When the wide hand hit Song Tianyun's shoulder, Song Tianyun, who was creasing his waist, shook again. In front of this action, he should be called his father's old man, and he has never done it to him.

"Let the past go. People can't be perfect in their lives. As long as they have a clear conscience and suffer more, it's nothing." The old man said that a man should be able to afford it. When Song Tianyun reaches his age, he will see a lot of things.

"I have been in the ancestral hall for more than 20 years. I have already thought about some things, but there are still some unfinished wishes. I will make a break. When I finish everything, I will return to Kunlun and stay in the ancestral hall to spend the last days in peace. If the Ye boy comes to Kunlun, as long as I am not dead, I will tell him what I should tell him. . " Song Tianyun, who bent down, looked at the snow-white peak in the distance and said indifferently.

"Although Lin Qingyun's talent is not as good as yours, he is indeed suitable to be the head. His apprentice has a deep friendship with Hetu. Next, let him help Hetu. Hetu is now in Beijing, and his father was in trouble in Beijing at that time." The old man also looked at the snow-white mountain in the distance and sighed.

Two slightly deep backs have been standing on the top of Kunlun.

(Ps: It's another five-thousand-word chapter, and Kunlun has come to an end.)