Or, could it be that the abbreviation of Mr. Song's Taoist name is a pronunciation like 'Dad', so Xuansheng Tyrannical Song is calling his Taoist nickname? &1t;/p>
How is it possible, who would shorten the pronunciation of other people's Dao names into the pronunciation of 'Dad'! &1t;/p>
If there was such a Taoist name that took advantage of others, they would have been beaten to death long ago. &1t;/p>
So, is this really the father of Tyrant Song? &1t;/p>
But this Mr. Song is an ordinary person, the kind who has never cultivated... He is not an expert with experience in the world. &1t;/p>
How could he be the father of Xuansheng Tyrant Song? After all, the strength and realm of the predecessors of Tyrannical Song are there, and they are definitely ancient giants who have cultivated for thousands of years. &1t;/p>
Scholar Canghai and Taoist Aunt Miaoqing looked at Dad Song with a bewildered expression. &1t;/p>
Even if they racked their brains, they couldn't figure out how this Mr. Song could become the father of Tyrant Song? &1t;/p>
Song Shuhang saw the doubts on the faces of the two little cultivators, he smiled slightly: "Introduce to the two little friends, this is my father, the kind of my own. The one next to me is my mother, who is also my own. That kind, you don't have to doubt it."&1t;/p>
It turned out to be true, biological? Scholar Canghai and Daoist Aunt Miaoqing looked at Song Dad and Song Mom in shock. &1t;/p>
This kind of disbelief written on his face can be seen by everyone. &1t;/p>
Father Song: "… "&1t;/p>
Song Mama: "… "&1t;/p>
The fact that the son is his own, why is it shocking in the eyes of outsiders? &1t;/p>
The couple looked at each other and it seemed that Song Shuhang was really powerful in the cultivation world? &1t;/p>
opposite. &1t;/p>
Scholar Canghai and Daoist Miaoqing recovered quickly after being stunned for a while. &1t;/p>
After all, they were apprentices who were already qualified to 'go down the mountain'. Although they were still puzzled and shocked, they still calmed themselves down the first time. &1t;/p>
Scholar Canghai turned to Father Song and Mother Song, and saluted: "Scholar Canghai, a disciple of the overseas Xiandao Shujiange, I have seen..."&1t;/p>
Wait. &1t;/p>
I've seen it, what's up? &1t;/p>
What should the parents of Xuansheng Tyrant Song be called? &1t;/p>
What is the name of Tyrant Song's father? &1t;/p>
What is the name of Ba Song's mother? &1t;/p>
The father of Tyrant Song? Tyrant Song's father? Pa Zhong Daddy? &1t;/p>
The mother of Tyrant Song? Tyrant Song's mother? Bully? &1t;/p>
I always feel like it's not the right name. &1t;/p>
Scholar Canghai's brain was running wildly, and he needed to choose the most suitable title in the shortest possible time to face the father and mother of Senior Tyrannical Song. &1t;/p>
"Patriarch of the Song Family!" Finally, Scholar Canghai had a flash of light in his mind and thought of a suitable title. Immediately afterwards, he turned slightly towards Song's mother, and continued: "I have seen the ancestor of Fairy Zhao!"&1t;/p>
Patriarch of the Song family? Father Song: "!!!"&1t;/p>
The ancestor of Fairy Zhao? Mother Song: "!!!"&1t;/p>
God is pitiful. Father Song is only forty-five years old this year, and he is actually crowned with the title of Patriarch... Mama Song is even a year younger than him. &1t;/p>
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Those with the title of Patriarch should normally have been engraved on the spiritual monument and buried in the tomb. &1t;/p>
The couple turned their heads and glared fiercely at their smiling son beside them. The status of his son in the 'cultivation world' is definitely not as simple as 'minor fame'. &1t;/p>
Soft Feather and Su Clan's Sixteen laughed secretly beside them. &1t;/p>
With Canghai Scholar leading the way, Daoist Miaoqing also hurriedly followed: "Miaoqing, a disciple of Xiuyangguang, has seen the ancestors of the Song family and the ancestors of Fairy Zhao."&1t;/p>
"No, you're welcome." Dad Song didn't know what surface to use to face the two staff members. &1t;/p>
After the salute, Scholar Canghai and Taoist Aunt Miaoqing breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, at least saying that they had passed this level first. &1t;/p>
Then, the two little monks quietly glanced at Song's father and Song's mother. &1t;/p>
Continue to speculate on various possibilities in your mind. &1t;/p>
Could Senior Tyrannical Song have a secret method of reincarnation? Has he ever been reincarnated once in this life with the help of Mr. Song and his wife? &1t;/p>
Or, Mr. Song and his wife are existences in the ancient times, and they were sealed by the Xuansheng Ice Treasure of the Tyrant Song Dynasty, and the seal was not released until the last few years? In order to find a way out for his biological parents in this great world? &1t;/p>
One by one strange ideas emerged in the minds of the scholars and Taoist nuns. &1t;/p>
The most powerful ability of human beings is brain supplementation... When faced with some unreasonable but factual things, the human brain will automatically perform brain supplementation, and make brain supplements as reasonable as possible. &1t;/p>
"Let's sit down and rest first. Regarding my parents, the explanation is rather mysterious, and you won't believe it for a while. But anyway, I am biological, there is no doubt about it." Song Shuhang greeted the two cheerfully. The little monk and the lady with a nice voice sat down to rest. &1t;/p>
The Taoist nun, the scholar and the lady were huddled on the sand of a two-person seat, trembling with fear. &1t;/p>
Father Song and Mother Song came to sit next to each other. &1t;/p>
"Don't be afraid, my parents haven't officially started training. If you are too nervous, they will be restrained. Come on, let's give you some greetings first." Song Shuhang said, and stretched out his hand a little. &1t;/p>
Behind him, a layer of space ripples emerged, which was the exit of the core world. &1t;/p>
Then, three sword lights flashed from the core world and fell into the hands of the Taoist nun, the scholar, and the lady. &1t;/p>
It is Song Shuhang's 'coordinate wooden sword', the body of the sword is made of branches of a headless wooden body, with a body-protecting sword intent of Xuansheng Tyrant Song, and a space imprint of "Magic Weapons". &1t;/p>
If nothing else, just the 'blade' is a precious raw material for wooden instruments. Even if these branches and buds are produced through spiritual power, their strength is still around Rank 5. &1t;/p>
For ordinary little monks, the wooden knife itself is a precious treasure. &1t;/p>
"This wooden knife is a work that I painted in my spare time. It is attached with a sword intent of my body. It can protect you once in a crisis." Song Shuhang introduced. &1t;/p>
At this time, there are many bosses who can unintentionally exude the real aura of a senior, and he has become a boss-level figure without knowing it. This is the same principle as more diseases become better doctors. &1t;/p>
"Thank you, Senior Ba Song." Scholar Canghai and Taoist Aunt Miaoqing quickly and carefully put away the coordinate wooden knife. &1t;/p>
As expected of a senior, something casually leaking out of his fingers is a treasure for these little cultivators. &1t;/p>
In addition... the two of them also noticed just now that the space ripples behind Xuansheng Tyrant Song opened, and there were several terrifying breaths. Even if the breath just flashed by, they all stiffened and couldn't help but want to tremble. . &1t;/p>
"Thank you, Senior Tyrannical Song." The lady with a nice voice also saluted. Although she is an ordinary person, she also knows how precious these treasures are. &1t;/p>
"How is the condition of the fetus in my mother's womb?" Song Shuhang asked casually. &1t;/p>
"Senior Tyrannical Song's younger sister is in very good condition. Under the influence of the great changes in the world, she is in a state of benign evolution. With the protection of your merits and blessings, Senior Tyrannical Song, her birth will be destined to be safe and smooth." Taoist aunt Xuanqing hurriedly road. &1t;/p>
"It's my sister." Song Shuhang pinched his chin. &1t;/p>
"It's my daughter." Father Song squeezed his chin. &1t;/p>
The father and son nodded tacitly, with a look of satisfaction. &1t;ouoou-->&1t;/p>