The hall was silent, everyone looked at Hao Meng but didn't say anything.△, Hao Meng sat there, looking no big fluctuations on the outside, very calm!

It’s not that others don’t want to speak, it’s that there’s no one else to speak except the old man of the Song family, because this is a matter of the Song family and others can’t get into it.

In fact, Hao Meng was also ready to make the Song family make some excuses. After all, this is someone else's territory, and it is impossible for you to say whatever you say!

But Mr. Song did not sigh and nodded, "I know what happened yesterday, and I asked someone to investigate it. What you said is the truth. Song Tianbao is my grandson. He caused trouble. I, a grandfather, cannot protect me without asking the reason. Go back and take the person away. You can just punish him or her. "

He paused and said in a deep voice: "These two gunmen are not from our Song family. They came from the south. Some things should not be difficult to guess with Brother Hao's intelligence. I believe that I don't need to say anything in my heart."

Hao Meng was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Mr. Song would be so happy that he would throw his grandson to him directly, and punish him as much as he should. As for the following words, it was pointed out that they were not really targeting Hao Meng, they were just being exploited!

When I turned around, I thought that Jiang was still so hot. The Song family had expressed their opinions. It was their fault. He admitted it. What should he do? Although he didn't say anything later, after all, you have already beaten him. If you ask you to beat him, can you still attack him? It's a good idea to say that he was accepting punishment. Mr. Song may not really give Song Tianbao to himself. Who doesn't care about his grandson?

Hao Meng nodded, and did not pretend to be confused. The grudge against the Demon City Wang family was not the ending, but it was just the beginning. He stood up and bowed: "It's still Mr. Song who understands the truth. Since that's the case, that kid thanked him first. The same thing, if a person dies, he will pay for his life, but if he doesn't die... anything is easy to say!"

Song Jianjun stood beside Mr. Song, his lips trembled twice, and he didn't scold him. He went to the Nimala Gobi Desert. But Mr. Song was there, and he would not have the share of his words! If he had followed his and his wife's advice, he would have mobilized two teams of men to give this kid a thunderbolt.

Mr. Song bowed and said nothing.

The next thing seemed to have been overwhelmed. Everyone started talking about Kung Fu and talked about things in the martial arts world, including past rumors and recent events. Hao Meng rarely interrupted, listened more, and said less. Listening to these old men and big brothers, he wanted to find out about Hao Meng's feet while trying to find out about Hao Meng's legs.

Hao Meng's kung fu is indeed not learned from others. Even if he slaps in boxing, he can't tell anything. However, Hao Meng was not disgusted with this kind of communication.

Those present can be regarded as people in the martial arts world, with the skills in their hands. No one has been practicing for half a lifetime. Although those who practice martial arts have good and evil, good and bad, one thing cannot be changed, that is, the heart. Those who practice martial arts have a heart that is most sincere and passionate about martial arts. Otherwise, they will not be interested in it.

If you don’t practice, you will be fine, and if you practice for a lifetime!

"Brother Hao, my husband Song Changsong, this year is 95 years old. I will only see you in this life with qualifications like you." Mr. Song heard Hao Meng nodding and admitting that he had already practiced to the point where the hidden energy was infiltrated, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Hao Meng was stunned. This old man was already ninety-five? Why did he look like he was in his sixties, his teeth had not fallen off, his face was rosy, and he didn't look like an old man who was about to be over 100 years old.

"Come on, come on, since the guy comes to your house today, I naturally can't let you go back in disappointment. Haha, let's gesture and click until you click!" Mr. Song actually stood up from the Grand Master's chair and wanted to discuss with Hao Meng. Of course, there was no response in this sentence. Last night, Hao Meng made a big talk and said that he wanted to come to the door to learn the meaning of the Song family's passing on kung fu.

"Father, no!" Song Jianjun hurriedly stopped him.

"Old Master Song, why bother you!" Several other people also stood up and stopped them.

Hao Meng sat there, although there was no fluctuation on his face, but he couldn't smile bitterly in his heart. It was true that he was here to seek punishment, but he couldn't fight with an old man who was 95 years old. Even if he won, his reputation would be good? If this old man is really broken, it would be difficult to compensate!

Mr. Song waved his hand and said with a smile: "Why, you all look down on me, the old man? I think I am old and my hands and feet are rusted? Haha!"

The laughter was loud, and then he jumped up and didn't see any movement. The person had already reached the center of the hall. While rolling up his sleeves, he smiled at Hao Meng and said, "Brother, come on, I haven't been fighting with someone for a long time, and my hands and feet have been itchy!"

Hao Meng was not right when he got up, nor was he sitting. Looking at Mr. Song's expression, he was also a general. Whether he was fighting or not, he was a junior in age.

But I'm going to fight. I'm 95, and my disciples are all over the country. If I don't fight... I'm standing there, I can't tolerate you not going to end!

"Old man, why bother!" Hao Meng said calmly.

Mr. Song smiled and said with his back, "I've come here, I can't let you go back disappointed, brother."

"good!"

Hao Meng stood up!

Swish swish swish swish!

All the eyes of the people present were focused on Hao Meng, and the meaning was obvious. Mr. Song insisted on fighting. That was the old man's business. How could you agree? If something really happened, can you take the responsibility?

Hao Meng ignored other people's gaze and stopped three meters opposite the old man, with a smile on his lips and said, "We're just fighting like this, the movement is too striking. With the old man's decades of skills and the fact that he had already secretly entered the marrow, if he really let go, the house would have to be demolished!"

Mr. Song did not refute Hao Meng's words, and asked with a smile: "Then according to your opinion, how should we fight in this battle?"

"Just work together!" Hao Meng smiled and stretched out one hand, and the other hand was behind him.

"good!"

Mr. Song also raised his hand!

The two hands were touching each other and it seemed like they were stuck together. In the whole hall, the people watching the fun widened their eyes, and Song Jiayin, who was hiding behind, also widened their eyes. She grew up so old that she had never seen a few outsiders who could work with her grandfather. In her eyes, working with Hao Meng was giving him a lot of face!

"Brother, I'm young and angry, I have to be quiet!"

When Mr. Song was talking, his feet moved, and he moved, and Hao took a step.

Hao Meng's smile remained unchanged and replied, "Yes, he is still young and a little reckless. He is not like you, the old man, like the Dinghai Scientific Needle. No wonder people say that having an old family is like a treasure!"

"Oh, no, it's really impossible to be unwilling to accept it. This is true for people, and so is Kung Fu!" Old Master Song sighed, shook his head and said with some emotion in his tone.

Hao Meng shook his head and said, "Mr. Song is not old. With your skills and skills, you can live to at least 120 years old. The days are still long. Why should you be anxious for a while?"

"It's good that you said, old man, I'm afraid that I have the heart and no strength. When I close my eyes, I don't know anything and go to enjoy my happiness, but I'm afraid that this descendant will not be so satisfying. Every family has a difficult sutra, so please forgive me!" Old Master Song sighed again!

Hao Meng didn't say anything, put down Gang's hand, turned around, and raised the other hand again. The same was true for Mr. Song. This time it was Hao Meng's first move and what he said first.

"You are too worried, your children and grandchildren have their own blessings. People are not as good as heaven. How can you calculate everything? What should come will not leave, and what should go will not be kept. Let them go!"

Mr. Song smiled bitterly and said, "No, I can't let go of old man. If that's the case, I'm afraid that the whole family will not be left in the future!"

"Old Master Yi only sees it?" Hao Meng asked back.

Mr. Song smiled and said, "I'm afraid this matter will be entrusted to you, brother!"

Hao Meng was stunned for a moment, frowned, and took two steps before replying: "Boy, I'm young and have little ability, so I'm afraid I don't have that much strength!"

"I'm still young now. It's time to go on for a few years. Old man, I haven't closed my eyes yet. How many years will I have to live well? You can help me with the boy!" Mr. Song said with a smile.

The people in the hall were listening to the old and the young, but they didn't know what they were talking about or what riddles they were talking about!

Hao Meng sighed. Today, I'm afraid that Old Man Song really made plans. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "There are so many things in the world that can't be completed by arrangements. Some things cannot be requested. Why not let it go with the flow."

Mr. Song smiled, took his hand back, and said with a smile: "Okay, then let it go with the flow!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to the Taishi chair and sat down.

This is over? Everyone didn't understand what Mr. Song said to Hao Meng, and didn't know what the two of them did. They walked hand in hand for sixteen steps, and turned two circles forward and reversed.

"Look, floor!"

I don’t know who called out, and everyone looked at the floor. The floor was solid wood, and they were all of the best solid wood. Just now, a circle of two footprints appeared where Mr. Song and Hao Meng were standing. This footprint circle was not formed when the two of them were walking. It was suddenly trapped in after Mr. Song and Hao Meng both sat down!

"The hidden power enters the marrow, hey!" Zhen Tianshi sighed. At this state, I wonder if he can still touch the threshold and step into it in this life!

Mr. Song shouted, "Jiayin, come out, grandpa wants to tell you if you have something to do!"

Hao Meng's brow moved, but he didn't say anything.

Song Jiayin was the girl who had fought with Hao Meng at that time. After walking out, she walked to Mr. Song with her little hands on her back and screamed in a coquettish voice: "Grandpa!"

From Mr. Song's eyes, you can see his spoiling for his granddaughter! He pointed at Hao Meng and said with a straight face: "Go, go and kneel down for Brother Hao!"

Song Jiayin's eyes almost popped out: "Grandpa, what did you say?"

"I said I asked you to come over and kneel down for Brother Hao!" Old Master Song had a stern face, and there was no sign of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness on his face.

"Grandpa..." Song Jiayin wanted to say something.

"Go, kneel down for Brother Hao." Old Master Song repeated seriously. No one around knew what Old Master Song meant, and they looked here in disbelief.

Hao Meng smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Song, why bother!"

"Jiayin, grandpa, do you still listen to what Grandpa said?" Old Master Song ignored Hao Meng, but turned to look at his granddaughter beside him and asked.

At that time, Song Jiayin's eyes turned red, with tears in her mouth, biting her lips, and not talking. She walked to Hao Meng and knelt down!

Mr. Song said in a deep voice: "Kowtow!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!