Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Song Fengchen couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

But it may not be impossible to appreciate what the mood is.

The relationship between the two is more than simple.

Ms. Zhao's family is calm and terrible. On the one hand, she has a hatred of He Wei, and on the other hand, she has to marry him to drive him to avenge her fiancé and grandfather's family who destroyed her family.

When the vengeance is avenged, she will be able to poison her mercilessly when she turns around.

In the words of What Wei, it is difficult for her to bear the burden of humiliation for so many years!

Song Fengchen was unable to criticize Miss Zhao's cold-blooded ruthlessness.

Compared to He Wei, she was not a complete victim, and even marriage became her bargaining chip for revenge.

How cruel to a woman.

As for what he did, he may not be innocent.

Regardless of the consequences of his hastily escaping from the cornfield back then, only one thing is that his identity is the original sin—

Because he fell in love with Ms. Zhao's family, he was annoyed by his cowardice before he didn't know the truth, and hated the group of gangsters who hurt Ms. Zhao's, and then he was compliant with her.

It was also because he fell in love with Miss Zhao Jia, so after knowing the truth of the matter, he regretted, because the group of gangsters who hurt Miss Zhao Jia had his twin brothers, and he was willing to pay for it.

This kind of thinking is almost paranoid, but it's the right approach right now.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by He Zhengming's voice: "Dad, are you inside?"

What is it? He came back to his senses suddenly, and the expression of grief on his face quickly faded.

"Dad?" He Zhengming raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Well, I'm here." He Wei replied slowly.

"My mother and I bought breakfast. You have your favorite haggis soup. Come out and eat it."

"Okay." He Wei raised his voice a little bit, and seemed to be in a good mood.

After speaking, he turned and looked at Song Fengchen, with a slight smile on his face, as if nothing had happened just now: "Let's go with Daochang Song."

Song Fengchen calmed down: "Then I would like to thank Mr. He."

When the two came out of the room, many people were already sitting at the dinner table. He Zhengming greeted Song Fengchen enthusiastically to take the seat, and He Wei took the bowl of lamb soup that the old woman Sheng gave him.

He stared at the oil star in the bowl, picked up a piece of lamb liver and stuffed it into his mouth, the fishy smell spread in his mouth, but what fell to his heart was helpless and happy.

She struggled with hatred for the first half of her life, and told him how to bear to watch her sink into remorse for the second half of her life, and feel restless.

This is the end of the matter, so go wrong and go wrong.

"By the way, Dad, Mom, I suddenly remembered one thing..." He Zhengming suddenly remembered one thing.

The He family unanimously looked at him.

"Do you still remember the second child of Yuanming's family?"

Why did he think about it, frowning slightly: "Is it the one with the problem of life style?"

"It's him, his wife divorced him."

The old woman agreed: "His wife is a good one."

He Zhengming covered his mouth and coughed: "Uncle Ming Yuan is getting married, it's tomorrow."

What is stopping the chopsticks? Is there any necessary connection between these two things?

He Zhengming's expression was a little weird: "The bride is his second wife, no, it's his ex-wife."

"this-"

The He family looked at each other.

He Zhengming provoked the topic, and the atmosphere on the dinner table instantly became lively. Seeing the happy and happy family in the house, Song Fengchen was the only insider in the house. It was inevitable that Song Fengchen had a complicated mood. He did not speak at all, but just gnawed silently. The fire burned.

After having breakfast and thanking the He family for their hospitality, Song Fengchen got up to say goodbye, and He Zhengming politely saved a few words before giving up.

After exiting the He family's gate, he walked more than ten meters forward. When I looked back, the big iron gate in front of the small three-story building of the He family had been closed.

He shook his head, and while continuing to move forward, he left the He family's affairs behind.

According to the address given by the old way, Song Fengchen came to the small bungalow again. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

At this moment, a head protruded from the fence of the yard next door. The little girl wore two braids on her head. She was about five or six years old. She said with a milky voice, "Uncle, stop knocking, no one's in this house. ."

Song Fengchen frowned slightly and asked, "Is there always no one?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while: "Well, there was someone on the day of the moon cake. He was a fat-eared uncle. My dad said he looked like Zhu Bajie, and he gave me a candy, which is old and sweet. …"

Song Fengchen automatically filtered the long list of words that the girl said, the day after the moon cake was eaten?

Mid-Autumn Festival, that was a few months ago.

He found out the address written to him by the old man from his jacket pocket, and it was right here.

Could it be that what happened to the old way?

Thinking about this, Song Fengchen tucked the note back into his jacket pocket, thanked the little girl, and then turned and went to the guest house in the town.

After opening the room, he borrowed a pen from the waiter. He took out a blank yellow sheet from his backpack, painted a flying symbol on the front, and wrote on the back: It has arrived, there is no one in the bungalow, and he is temporarily staying in the guest house.

After he finished writing, he put down the pen, folded the talisman paper into a flying crane shape, and tossed it casually, and said softly, "Go—"

Feihe only saw a dazzling golden light burst out of his body, and then as if he had come back alive, he flew forward while flapping his wings, and lost his figure.

After doing this, he yawned and unbuttoned the quilted jacket, intending to get back to sleep.

When Lao Dao arrived at the guest house, Song Fengchen was having lunch.

"Why, something happened to Guanli?" Song Fengchen asked casually, without any reproach.

The old Taoist glanced at Song Fengchen and said vaguely: "Almost."

With that said, he invited the waiter to ask for a bowl of fried noodles.

After lunch, Lao Dao took Song Fengchen out of the town and went straight to the mountains.

The Changning Temple was built at the Chaoyang on the side of the Wuling Mountain, the main peak of the Yanshan Mountains. It covers an area of ​​more than 500 acres. Surrounded by the Taiji Hall, its architectural style is similar to that of the Chang'an Palace in the Tang Dynasty.

"Master." The Taoist priests who came and went to stop one after another, saluting the old way, but the light from the corner of their eyes fell on Song Fengchen.

Old Dao looked serious, and Song Fengchen was calm and composed.

Until a middle-aged Taoist priest who was about forty or fifty years old came out with a plump young Taoist priest: "Master."

"Yeah." The old Dao replied without saltiness, and then pointed to Song Fengchen and said to him: "This is Song Fengchen, your future nephew, my young master of Changning Guan."

Then he pointed to the middle-aged Taoist priest: "This is my big disciple, the Taoist name is Guangyang, you can call him a master."

"Master." Song Fengchen didn't rush and bowed his hand to salute.

"Song Nephew, welcome to Changning Temple." Guangyang smiled without a smile. He pointed to the fat-eared young Taoist next to him, and said, "I'm really sorry, I originally arranged for him to pick you up in town. Yes, as a result, this guy patronizes his wife who ran back to his family in anger, and delayed business affairs. I hope you forgive me for any negligence."

"Yes, yes." The fat-eared young Taoist immediately bowed his head and said yes, without any guilt on his face.

Song Fengchen's eyes drooped slightly, and he seemed to smell a scent of dismay.

Thinking about this, he turned his head to look at the old way.

But I didn't want the old way to ignore his gaze directly, and just said: "Okay, since the matter is over, there is no need to mention it again, let's just take it as an example."

As he said, he changed his voice: "By the way, I have some things to do, Guangyang, first arrange a place for Song Fengchen, and then take him around to get familiar with our Changning View."

Hearing what he said, Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows and realized.

"Yes." Guangyang smiled even more, bowing in response.

After finishing speaking, the old Dao flung his sleeves and left without looking back.

Watching his back disappear in the corner, Guangyang looked back at Song Fengchen, his eyes narrowed into a gap: "Song Nephew, please!"

Song Fengchen’s lips bend slightly: "Then trouble the master."

When he settled down, Guang Yang almost made no secret of his purpose, and brought Song Fengchen to the Yanwu Hall.

"According to the master, Nephew Song has extraordinary skills and can be regarded as the best among the younger generation in the monk world. It just so happened that my apprentices relied on their amazing talents, and did everything they didn't want to do on weekdays. I have a headache."

Hearing Guangyang's voice, the originally noisy training ground gradually became quiet, and more than 30 pairs of eyes looked at Song Fengchen and the two together.

Guangyang said word by word: "I don't know if Mr. Nephew Song can point them to one or two, so as to kill their spirit."

As soon as the voice fell, a young man who was about the same age as Song Fengchen stood out from the crowd. He held a sword and clasped his fists, his eyes lingering: "Xuanzhen, please enlighten me from Junior Brother Song."

At the sight of more than 30 ways or scrutiny or contempt, Song Fengchen felt a little bit in his heart, and said with a chuckle: "As you wish."

"Okay, Nephew Song is so courageous." Guangyang stroked his palm and laughed, seeing Song Fengchen really in his suit, as if he had foreseen Song Fengchen's fate, his expression was smug.

He didn't believe what the old way said. After all, a country boy who didn't even have a teacher or successor, even if he had a little ability, could he be so strong. What's more, people who are really capable can rush to be grandchildren?

This is also the psychology of most people in the Changning View.

A way came out from the crowd, and Song Fengchen walked slowly in front of Xuan Zhen under all eyes.

"Which weapon is Junior Brother Song best?" Xuan Zhen stood with a sword, his eyes falling on Song Fengchen's slightly bloated padded jacket, and a flash of sarcasm flashed in his eyes. Back then, their senior brothers could humiliate Cai Jinming, who was trained by his uncle uncle, to humiliate Changning Temple, and now they can still clean up this Song Fengchen who did not know where he came from.

The reason for asking this question is purely because I don't want people to say that he is invincible.

"The long sword is enough." Song Fengchen's gaze fell on the long sword in the hands of the crowd of onlookers.

As soon as the voice fell, someone immediately threw the long sword in his hand towards Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen raised his right hand, and the long sword steadily fell into his palm, "Please—"

Facing Song Fengchen's calm look, Xuan Zhen suddenly felt a sense of anxiety, but the matter was over, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

Thinking of this, he flipped his wrist, lifted the long sword, and shouted: "Look at the sword—"

As he said, a thin layer of true energy lingered on the upper sword body, and the sole of his left foot slammed on the ground, rushing towards Song Fengchen.

The strong wind blowing on his face messed up Song Fengchen's hair on his forehead. He raised his eyelids. Just when the tip of the sword was about to touch his forehead, his body was slightly on one side, just brushing his face with the sword blade.

With a blow to the sky, Xuan Zhen turned his head and looked at Song Fengchen, who was still calm and light. A look of jealousy suddenly appeared on his face. He calmed his mind and shouted: "Come again—"

The next five minutes were spent in the scene where Xuanzhen attacked and Song Fengchen dodged.

Compared with Xuanzhen jumping up and down the whole process, and seeing Song Fengchen's calm and relaxed appearance, the Changningguan disciple present suddenly had a kind of Song Fengchen playing.

Xuanzhen feels.

There was also Xuanzhen himself who felt this way. He panted lightly, with hot sweat on his forehead. He stared at Song Fengchen fiercely, with an angry expression, as if he had made some decision, he took it from his arms. A handful of talisman paper came out.

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows and didn't intend to entangle Xuanzhen again. Just as the other party was chanting the spell, his figure flashed and appeared behind Xuanzhen, then lifted his foot and kicked him out.

The huge Yanwutang fell into a short and dead silence, and everyone looked at them in disbelief, lying in front of them, falling on all fours of Xuanzhen, and collectively fell into sluggishness.

Before Guangyang came back to his senses, a young Taoist priest who was a few years older than Xuan Zhen walked out of the crowd. His eyes were torch: "Xuanhe, please enlighten me from Brother Song."

Seven minutes later, Xuanhe was also kicked out of the training ground.

After another ten minutes, Guangyang's big disciple and the leader of Changning Guan's younger generation, Xuancheng also ended up in the same way as the previous two.

The onlookers changed their faces instantly, with envy, admiration, and surprise...

Only Guangyang had a sullen face.

He set up this bureau, his original intention was to make Song Fengchen face scandal in front of the disciples, but he didn't think things backfired...

He was in a state of confusion, and at this moment, Song Fengchen, who was not blushing or panting, lifted his long sword in his hand on the training ground, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Guangyang.

He uttered loudly: "I heard that Master Bo Nai was the first person below Xuan Cheng Zi Guan Zhu in the Changning View. Today Song Fengchen boldly challenged Master Master. I wonder if Master Master would not hesitate to enlighten him."

"You, what did you say?" Guangyang pupil shrank.

The crowd of onlookers looked at Song Fengchen and then at Guangyang. After a trance, the heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

What a big play!

Song Fengchen looked at Guangyang, "Also please enlighten me!"

His eyes flashed slightly, if you want to disarm me, then I will kill you.