Chapter 362 Song Shiyong is sober in the world, Song Xiangyu is without regret in life

"You can't kill—"

Cang Xinglong's words got stuck in his throat halfway through.

A golden light quickly spread across his chest, and his flesh, blood, and bones turned golden in an instant. He stood there in a daze.

It turned into a golden man.

"What kind of method is this..." The people around were secretly shocked.

The Ten Absolute Golden Lights have not appeared in the world for many years, but few people present could recognize them.

"Don't worry, he's not dead yet."

Song Lin turned to look at Cang Xinglong's followers and said with a faint smile: "From now on, you will suffer from the golden energy invading your spiritual roots every day. For the sake of King Cangzhou, today will be considered a small punishment."

"Don't go around instigating others from now on!"

Say it.

He patted Cang Xinglong, who was speechless, and turned and left.

The people around were all shocked and kept silent with their heads down.

Is this behavior a warning from Donglin Xianya to King Cangzhou, or is it Song Lin’s own revenge?
they do not know.

I dare not even know.

Anyway, this incident was finally over. From now on, they would never dare to get involved in these incidents again.

Today, Donglinxianya only punished the Song family and did not implicate others, which is already a special kindness.

"withdraw!"

Song Lin gave an order.

Countless streams of light in the sky suddenly turned into a brilliant galaxy and flew towards the direction of Donglinxian Cliff.

See this.

Song Lin turned around and flew towards Dongyang Prefecture Government Office with a group of people.

The trial of the Song clan has ended, but the matter is far from over. Donglin Xianya is not involved in the secular world, and many subsequent arrangements still need to be "cooperated" with the people of Dongyang Prefecture.

Seeing this, Jian Wuxin quickly stepped back.

He is not the real 'Yang Qingyuan'. If he stays any longer, he will inevitably be approached and his identity will be exposed.

Everyone is gone.

All that remained of the Song clan were ruins and a stone tablet engraved with numerous charges against them.

The remaining members of the Song clan stared at the mess on the ground, feeling a bone-chilling cold from head to toe. They had escaped a disaster, but the days ahead... might not be easy.

Those sins that have not been cleansed will eventually be borne by the remaining people.

Those who were harmed by the Song clan in the past will never be let off!

"Xiang Yu~~"

Song Shiyong seemed to have aged by dozens of years, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

"grandfather."

Song Xiangyu lowered her head and hid her face in the shadow of the sun.

"You come with me."

Song Shiyong walked slowly towards the Song clan's land with unsteady steps.

Song Xiangyu followed behind step by step.

The others did not dare to disturb them.

After a while.

The two came to the Jiufang Ancestral Hall.

In this disaster today, the direct line of the Eighth House of the Song Clan was almost wiped out. Only the Ninth House survived, but 30% of the clan members died.

Nine ancestral halls.

Only nine rooms have been preserved.

"Xiangyu, kneel down with me."

Song Shiyong knelt on the ground, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to the tablet above him, and said in a sad voice: "I am an unfilial descendant, Song Shiyong, who is ashamed of my ancestors and the 200,000 Song clan members who have died."

"Today's disaster is all our own fault. It's all my fault. I hope our ancestors will not blame the descendants..."

He lowered his head deeply and rested his forehead on the ground.

tick~
A drop of turbid tear fell to the ground.

Just one drop.

After supporting the precarious Jiufang alone for so many years, the old man seemed to be really exhausted and could only shed a single tear.

"Grandpa, it's all my fault."

Song Xiangyu touched the ground with her head, murmuring.

Drops of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and soon gathered into a puddle on the ground.

Song Shiyong blamed himself.

She was also blaming herself.

If I hadn't reported the results of the investigation to the Immortal Sect, if it hadn't been for that engagement, would everything have been different?

pity.

Both of them have a secret hidden deep in their hearts, which they are unwilling to tell others and cannot speak out.

for a long time.

Song Shiyong seemed to have calmed down his inner emotions.

He straightened his back slowly, still kneeling in front of the ancestral hall.

"Xiao Xiangyu!" Song Shiyong's voice was old and low: "Grandpa has a lot to say to you, but you have to promise me, no matter what. Okay?"

"grandfather?"

Song Xiangyu's heart trembled slightly.

This was what Song Shiyong called her when she was a child, and he hadn't called her that for many years. She heard a hint of exhaustion in the old man's weak voice.

"Grandpa, tell me."

Song Xiangyu's voice trembled.

Hear the words.

Song Shiyong's old face showed a smile, and his voice was hoarse: "I want you to promise me not to hate anyone. Can you do it?"

"I……"

Song Xiangyu opened her mouth and wanted to answer, but found that she couldn't open her mouth no matter what.

Don't hate anyone?

She understands.

What grandpa actually said was not to hate Song Lin.

Should she hate it?
should!

Over 200,000 members of the eight branches of the Song family and tens of thousands of relatives and friends of the ninth branch were massacred in one night.

Of course she should hate him!
Because this is her natural responsibility as a member of the Song family.

because.

He ruined her reputation and her life.

From now on, Song Xiangyu's name will become a complete joke in the land of Donglin.

It has been spread to billions of lives, and everyone knows it.

Her future.

How could she talk about marriage? How could she be qualified to face Yang Qingyuan? If he knew that she was Song Xiangyu... the Song Xiangyu who had lost face in front of the world.

What would you think?
The two identities of Song Xiangyu and Tan Tai Xuanyin will never be combined into one.

Shouldn't we hate?
It doesn't seem like it should.

The Song clan’s current fate is all due to their own fault.

Although Song Xiangyu was not involved in the situation, he clearly felt that the Song clan's involvement in the Sanjiang incident and their collusion with the King of Cangzhou were the cause of this catastrophe.

She herself escaped from marriage many times, and dealt a fatal blow to Song Lin when he was at his weakest, which was also the reason for the bitter consequences.

but.

He didn't have to be so ruthless!

He must have hatred in his heart, which is why he did such a cruel thing!
"No, maybe it was his tragic life experience and everyone's step-by-step pressure that made him so determined." Song Xiangyu smiled sadly, feeling lost.

I murmured to myself, "But since he has hatred in his heart, why can't I hate him too?"

'Of course you can't hate!'

Song Shiyong seemed to have thousands of words in his heart, but he couldn't say them.

finally.

I could only say bitterly: "Xiangyu, promise me that you won't let your life fall into endless hatred. It will have no results and will only make you suffer in the end..."

"Promise me, you must promise me. This is Grandpa's last request in this life! Otherwise... I would rather die than pass the position of the head of the family to you."

His tone changed from bitter to excited, and his attitude was extremely firm.

Song Xiangyu fell into silence.

Don’t hate?

Can you stop hating just by saying you don’t hate?

The head of Jianzhai, Liu Lingxi, once told her that she had a lifelong rival. Lingxi, Miaoxi, there is no regret in life...

She also kept saying that she did not hate anyone, and changed her name from Chen Jingying to Chen Wuhen.

But in the end, you still hate it for a lifetime, and ultimately make yourself and others suffer.

At this time, Song Xiangyu could not understand the deeper meaning of her grandfather's words.

She just knows.

It is really, really difficult to stop hating.

"Xiangyu, Grandpa begs you!"

Song Shiyong didn't turn his head, but he seemed to be able to see the expression on Song Xiangyu's face clearly. The pleading tone in her voice made it hard to refuse.

"Grandpa, I..."

Song Xiangyu still didn't understand.

"Cough, cough!" Song Shiyong coughed violently twice, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

"grandfather!"

Song Xiangyu exclaimed.

"Don't come over here, kneel down."

Song Shiyong raised his hand and firmly stopped his granddaughter.

Then he straightened his back again, his body swaying: "Today, we, the grandfather and grandson, will kneel down for the rest of our lives. We are not wrong, we have no shame to the heavens and the earth, and we have no shame to the people. But we still have to kneel!"

"Because we are all members of the Song clan."

"The mistakes made by our tribe can only be borne by those of us who survived."

"but."

"Although our knees are bent, our backs are straight. Because we have a clear conscience!"

A strange breath broke out.

Song Shiyong's body swayed, as if he was burning out his last bit of vitality to maintain the strength to kneel down.

That hunched back.

In Song Xiangyu's eyes, it seemed taller than the towering Jianya Peak.

"Grandpa~~"

Tears blurred Song Xiangyu's eyes.

Song Shiyong, who was running out of energy, was still using his last life to teach her by words and deeds before he died. He told her the "responsibility" that she should bear as a member of the Song family.

Not hatred.

But walk upright and sit straight.

Although they have fallen from the sky to the mortal world and are kneeling on the ground, as long as they stand up straight and have a clear conscience, they will definitely stand up one day.

Only in this way can we truly restore the glory of our ancestors.

This is the responsibility that the Song family should bear!

"Grandpa, I...promise you."

Song Xiangyu raised her palm, pointed three fingers to the sky, and said firmly: "God is above, and our ancestors are before us. I, Song Xiangyu, swear here that in this life... I will never hate Song Lin!"

“Okay hahahahahaha”

Song Shiyong laughed happily and tears flowed down his face.

Then the upright body suddenly fell forward.

At the last moment of his life, he seemed to want to kowtow to his ancestors.

"grandfather!"

Song Xiangyu exclaimed again and stepped forward to hold Song Shiyong.

Bang!
The old head hit the ground, and a gorgeous blood flower bloomed.

It also left a deep mark in Song Xiangyu's life.

"Xiao Xiangyu~Grandpa~is leaving."

Song Shiyong raised his head tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch Song Xiangyu's face one last time. His arm suddenly dropped from mid-air, and a dragon tail mark fell from his palm into Song Xiangyu's arms.

He had already completed the kowtow to his ancestors, so how could he expect to pamper his granddaughter one last time.

Song Shiyong, who had been sober all his life, was still greedy.

But he actually sees things more clearly than anyone else.

Song Lin, Zhou Yuan, Yang Qingyuan... Song Xiangyu, Tan Tai Xuanyin, Xie Muxue... Without Song Shiyong's indulgence, how could Song Xiangyu have been so successful?

Let's leave the young people's affairs to themselves.

Song Shiyong, who had passed away, was half lying in Song Xiangyu's arms, his old face looking very peaceful.

"grandfather!"

Song Xiangyu's grief-stricken cries echoed in the empty ancestral hall.

Have no regrets in life, hate all life.

this moment.

Having lost her last support and even her right to hate, Song Xiangyu felt so helpless, so helpless...

(End of this chapter)