A servant walked in with a wooden barrel and saw Song Shi next to the wellhead. He was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and screamed.

"Ghost?!"

After finally returning home, he became a ghost in the eyes of others. Song Shi was depressed and slapped him away from the air.

brush!

He instantly caught up and stepped on the guy under his feet, and said angrily: "Which eye do you think this young master is a ghost?"

The bucket was pulled out, and the real striking feeling made the family come back to their senses. They were so scared that their faces were deformed, and they begged for mercy: "Young hero, please spare my life, I don't have enough knowledge of it, so many strange things are rare."

"Tell me, where did you come from? Who lives in this Song Mansion?"

Song Shi questioned.

"Young hero, this is the residence of the Song family. Mr. Song is the master,"

The servant replied with a bitter face.

Song Shi frowned: "Where is he?"

"The master has gone out. I heard that he is visiting all the famous martial arts masters and immortals in the city."

The servant Yi said with some advice: "Young hero, our master is a congenital master."

Song Shi was thinking: "What is his name?"

"Song Hai, he is the one who calls Song Tieshou."

The servant said proudly, thinking that Song Shi was afraid, so he said to himself: "Our master is now a famous martial arts master in the city."

"Fourth Brother!"

Song Shi was shocked. In their generation, there was only one man who learned martial arts in middle school.

The fourth brother Song Hai.

As for the reason, it is indeed that Song Hai is very talented and has been recognized by Mr. Qin and was sent to the Divine Palm Gang for cultivation, similar to Song Jia who was sent to the Spiritual Sword Sect.

"Who are you?"

When she heard Song Shi called the master four, the servant took a secret look and found that it was indeed a bit similar.

"I am also from the Song family, please take me to find him."

Song Shi spoke about the history.

Song Hai is the only peer who has a good relationship with him. The first time he went to a brothel was brought by the other party...

"The son of the Song family? The men of the Song family died almost the same!"

The latter suddenly thought of something, and crawled back in fear.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not a ghost."

When Song Shi saw this guy, he knew that he was misunderstood by him. He walked out by himself in anger. There was no one in a blink of an eye.

When I turned around, I couldn't see Song Shi. The servant's face turned pale and he rolled and crawled away.

To avoid trouble, Song Shi flew directly out of Song Mansion and landed in an unmanned alley. His thoughts spread a little and many voices came.

"Buy buns, just released, don't miss them when you walk by."

"Give me a bowl of Yangchun noodles, less spicy."

Many hawking sounds appeared in his ears, and Song Shi thought to himself: "It seems that the situation has improved a lot, and business has recovered a little."

As he walked out of the alley, some lively scenes appeared in front of him. There were not many people, but they had a bit of a world of worldly scent.

"I've been in chaos for a year and finally settled a little bit. I hope this day can last for a few more days."

"It's hard. Although Daqian retakes Jinzhou, the price is also extremely high. Now all demons and monsters can walk around the city."

"Hey, we ordinary people can't afford to offend us, just hide. It's better to live without death."

Valley

His eyes swept a restaurant. From some discussions, Song Shi learned that Jinzhou was recovered by Daqian and temporarily calmed down.

"It seems that the rebels are in a slump recently..."

Song Shi was actually a little happy, not only because Jinzhou is his hometown, but also because he actually prefers stability.

Even though he is in the Demon Sect now, he thinks that Daqian is more suitable for this city than the Demon Sect, which kills people. After all, many people in Jinzhou lose their lives because of the Demon Sect.

Looking at the scene that looked a bit like the past, Song Shi was a little dazed for a moment.

The life of a playboy seems to be yesterday, but now he is in the world of immortal cultivation.

"I'm no longer a mortal, so I'd better pretend to be a little bit."

The air around Song Shi twisted for a moment, and when he turned a street, he turned into another person.

He used the ever-changing technique and turned into a young man. He was still himself, but he was just twelve or twelve years old.

After walking around nearby, Song Shi saw some familiar faces, but he didn't know more. These people basically fled from other places and finally lived here.

"Come and watch the masters fight!"

"Who is fighting?"

"I heard that it was the worship of Song Tiexhou and Sun's family, a young master and an old-fashioned master, who is very interesting!"

Suddenly, the street ahead was in chaos, and a group of people shouted and rushed into the distance, sounding like they were going to watch the show.

"Melon-eating crowd."

Song Shi's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his legs and walked over.

What he is very easy to do seems to be his fourth brother's nickname. If there is no mistake, you may be able to meet him.

I finally got home, but I still had to meet old friends, so I couldn't just go there for nothing.

Song Shi's steps were light and he looked leisurely and contented. In fact, his speed was faster than some people running. In a blink of an eye, he arrived at the gate of a luxurious mansion.

This mansion looks even more grand than his Song family. There are two big lions, majestic and domineering at the door.

However, at this moment, a lion's head was broken, with an extra slap mark, and its position was also lacking symmetry with the other one.

Half of the lion's head fell to the ground, with a few footprints next to it, sinking deep into the floor, and many of the stone slabs were simply broken.

Next to it, two figures were fighting quickly, one with a goatee and his feet were like a sharp knife, kicking out at a dazzling speed, and landing on the bluestone floor from time to time, smashing out a piece of broken pieces.

The goatee's opponent is a young man in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, strong physique, all his skills are on a pair of dark palms, and a muffled sound with his sharp knife-like feet on the opposite side.

The two of them have great destructive power, and there is a mess within ten feet of the neighborhood. When they take action, the wind and waves spread, bringing out howling sounds.

When Song Shi saw the young man, he grinned: "This guy is actually a natural person, he is quite powerful. I remember he hasn't been home for only three years."

He thought of some things three years ago in his mind. At that time, he couldn't see what Song Hai's strength was, but he heard that the other party would not come back for a long time.

Now he has changed from a mortal to a golden elixir monk, and can even easily kill ordinary golden elixirs. Song Hai, who was originally stronger than him, suddenly looks like he is fighting an old man in slow motion.

Song Hai was steaming all over, his hands were dark red, as if there was a fire. He could tell at a glance that it was an iron sand palm.

The idea he had practiced at the beginning was both internal and external, but he didn't expect that Song Hai became innate with this skill.

"The explosive power of the Iron Sand Palm is strong, but its foundation is still a little worse. If you continue to win, you will lose more than you win."

Song Shi muttered, indeed, it wasn't long before Song Hai began to fall into a disadvantage.

"It seems that Song Tiezhe can't beat this older generation expert."

"The arms can't resist the thighs, let alone the hands, I think the iron sand palm is not as good as the knife legs."

"You know, it's obvious that you don't have enough skills, this is the fundamental!"

The melon-eating crowd hiding outside the aftermath pointed fingers, making people think they were all masters when they heard it.

When Song Hai heard the discussion, he became anxious and his movements became more and more unstable.

At the big mouth, a middle-aged man in brocade robe sneered: "Song Hai, if you want to get something, your ability is not enough."
Chapter completed!