Fantasy Dimension Plunder

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After seeing Song Que, Song Lu ran forward in three steps at a time, and asked with concern:

"Brother, are you hurt?"

Song Lu was more careful than Song Shidao, and noticed the three drops of blood on Song Que's robe, and could smell blood on Song Que's body from a distance, but Bei Minglei did not.

"Second brother, I'm fine. Feng Shaoxia's martial arts skills are world-class, and Song Que's class is axed. Fortunately, Shaoxia is merciful!"

Song Shidao was stunned when he heard the words, as if hit by a thunderbolt.

"Father lost, and it was a fiasco!"

In a battle between masters, life and death can be separated with one move, and there is only one situation where you can win by keeping your hands, that is, the strength gap between the two sides is too large, and Song Shidao really can't accept Bei Minglei, who is much younger than him, and his strength is far superior. His godlike father.

"The chieftain of the Song Dynasty is too polite, and Daogan only obtained a slightly better inheritance of martial arts. Now that the chieftain has obtained the 'Seven Great Limits', I believe that you will surpass my nephew in a few days!" Bei Minglei replied politely.

Song Que caressed his beard and smiled lightly. He believed that as long as he studied the "seven major limits", he would surely make a breakthrough in martial arts. After all, he already had a realm, and what he lacked was only a powerful inheritance of martial arts.

After fighting Song Que, Bei Minglei also confirmed that today's top martial arts masters have high eyesight and low hands because of the broken martial arts inheritance. Advance by leaps and bounds.

"Okay, everyone, don't stand here and talk to guests, Master, tell your servants to prepare a table of food and wine, and for the father, you must personally entertain the distinguished guests!" Song Que said to his son.

"Yes, father!" After Song Shidao took the order, he went straight to Zhang Luo's banquet in person. Song Que and Song Lu stayed by Bei Minglei's side all the time. At the same time, Song Que also observed Fu Junmao closely.

As a congenital master, Fu Junmao immediately sensed Song Que's eyes. The eyes full of elders' testimonials made Fu Junmao feel like sitting on pins and needles, but Song Que was no less than Fu Cailin's master of martial arts, and Fu Junmao didn't dare to be too rude.

All in all, Song Que is quite satisfied with Fu Junmao, not to mention Fu Junmao's background, she is still very good, not only is she beautiful and delicious, her martial arts are also considered outstanding among her peers, as the daughter-in-law of the Song family, she is also qualified.

Song Shidao quickly prepared the banquet, and Song Que personally led Bei Minglei to the table, and put him in the main seat, giving enough face.

Most of the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are informal, and after two glasses of wine, each of them becomes enthusiastic.

"Come on, I will offer Feng Shaoxia a toast, and thank Shaoxia for passing on his art!"

Song Que raised his wine glass and generously admitted in front of everyone that he was not as good as Bei Minglei, and he also received his inheritance. He kept his posture very low. If Bei Minglei was not too young, Song Que might have directly apprenticed to his teacher.

In the martial arts world, those who have always been masters are teachers, but Song Que has an unusual status. Apart from being the most powerful warrior, he is also the head of the Song family. The Zhennan Gong, who was personally conferred by the Sui court, is behind the entire Song family, so he has to work every step of the way.

"Lord Song is polite, we just take what we need, and we can't talk about the grace of passing on art!"

Bei Minglei raised his wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, which won Song Que's goodwill without being pretentious.

"Feng Shaoxia don't call me the old man, but how old is Song Mochi, you can call him Big Brother Song!"

Bei Minglei also said: "Brother Song, just ask the kid to do it!"

Bei Minglei and Song Que called each other brothers, but Song Shidao was embarrassed.

As if seeing Song Shidao's embarrassment, Bei Minglei raised his glass and said to Song Shidao:

"Young Master Song, I am grateful for your father's wrong love. Although he is of the same generation as your father, Daoqian is too young to be entrusted with it. From now on, we should talk about each other, or just call him by his first name!"

Song Shidao respectfully raised his wine glass and replied: "Master Dao dare not, since Uncle Feng is my father's peer, he is my elder. From now on, Shi Dao will treat him like a junior!"

Song Que was very satisfied with his son's humility. After trying Beiminglei's martial arts, Song Que paid more attention to Beiminglei, and was even nervous and cautious. If his son could win Beiminglei's favor, it would be beneficial to the Song family. .

"Young Master Song, what I promised you has been done, and your father promised not to interfere with your marriage!"

Song Shidao was overjoyed, holding the wine glass, he said to Bei Minglei: "Thank you Uncle Feng for your help, Shidao only thank you with thin wine!"

Bei Minglei drank the wine with a smile, but he annoyed another person.

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Fu Junmao jumped up angrily, and roared at Bei Minglei:

"Who are you to me, why interfere with my marriage!"

At the banquet, because of Fu Junmao's words, a needle could be heard immediately, Bei Minglei held an empty wine glass, looked at Song Shidao, and innocently said to Fu Junmao:

"Miss Fu, I have no intention of interfering with your marriage. I just help clear the way for you and Mr. Song out of kindness!"

Fu Junmai replied even more angrily: "When will I agree to marry Song Shidao!"

"Tell you, I, Fu Junmei, will not marry a person from the Central Plains!"

After saying these words, Fu Junmao raised his sword and left, leaving behind a table of embarrassed people.

Bei Minglei winked at Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, and the two little ghosts apologized to Song Que and chased Fu Junmao away.

"Brother Song, don't blame me. Ms. Fu may say such things because her daughter's family is thin-skinned. Mr. Song just go and coax her!"

After being reminded by Bei Minglei, Song Shidao thought of chasing Fu Junmao, but Bei Minglei looked at his dumbfounded appearance, and I am afraid that even if he chased Fu Junmao, he would not coax her.

"Let them handle the emotional matters of the juniors themselves!" Song Lu laughed, wanting to expose the matter, but the people at the banquet had no interest in continuing, and Bei Minglei also quickly left the Song family .

When Bei Minglei returned home, he found that Lao Feng and his wife hadn't rested, as if they were waiting for him to come back.

"Son, we have something to tell you!" Feng Li said to Bei Minglei with a serious face.

Bei Minglei had a premonition that what Feng Li wanted to talk about was his family background.

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When Bei Minglei returned home from Song's house, it was already dark, the street was empty, and a broken lamp was on in the living room of the house, and Lao Feng and his wife were sitting on chairs waiting for him to come back.

Sister-in-law Zhen seemed to have gone back to her room to rest. Old Feng was leaning on the chair mountain and smoking a pipe full of thoughts. Feng Li was beside him looking forward with dull eyes, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

After Bei Minglei came back, Feng Li called him to him and said to him: "Son, come and sit down, we have something to talk to you about!"

Bei Minglei had a premonition that what Feng Lishi was going to say should be related to his life experience.

Before in Yangzhou, Bei Minglei suspected that Feng Li's identity was not simple. After meeting Song Que today, Bei Minglei was even more sure that his mother was not as simple as ordinary people.

"Mother, why do you have to say it so late, can't you do it tomorrow?"

In fact, Beiminglei didn't care about Feng Lishi's background. Given his current state of being a god, even if Feng Lishi said that he was the daughter of the Jade Emperor, Beiminglei wouldn't be able to scare him.

After being silent for a while, Mrs. Feng Li continued: "Now that we are making our home in the mountain city, you are probably about to leave us, Qianer, and wander the rivers and lakes!"

Bei Minglei fell silent. Feng Li's guess was correct. After settling down with his parents, Bei Minglei would go to the capital to explore the "Authentic Bliss", find out the news of the Beiming family, and officially open the road to the rivers and lakes.

"We also understand that Qian'er, you are not a thing in the pond, and it is not good to tie you by your side, but we are really worried about you walking the rivers and lakes by yourself!"

"Father and mother, don't worry, no one in this world can hurt me!" Bei Minglei replied confidently.

Feng Li nodded and said: "Although I have never practiced martial arts in my life, I am no stranger to martial arts. I know that our son is a great master, but walking in the rivers and lakes is not dangerous unless you have good martial arts!"

"The two of us came to talk to you today because we wanted to tell you about your mother's life experience!" Lao Feng put down his cigarette and said with a wry smile: