When Bai Hong pointed out Song Ye, Song Ye also recognized this guy. He was not the guy who was next to her during the game and threw Lan Fei to her.
It was not surprising to see the Bai family here, but what made her doubtful was that the father Bai Hong called looked to be only about forty years old, while Bai Hong was already in his early thirties, and he was not even a brother. Too much, the relationship between the two of them as father and son is really weird.
But no matter how confused Song Ye was, when the middle-aged man heard Bai Hong's words, his eyebrows immediately stood up, he stared at Song Ye, frowned and said: "This little brother looks at me, you don't care about me." The family has no grievances, so why are you robbing the Bai family of medicine stones and now helping the Hao family?"
Bai Hong didn't need to remind him, he also remembered Song Ye's deeds in Tianxin Pavilion. If she really helped the Hao family, the Bai family's chances of winning would be slim.
Bai Dechang's mind turned quickly and he immediately put forward a condition, "In this way, as long as you don't get involved in the competition between our two families, I can forget about the medicine stone."
"Dad, that medicine stone is a twenty-year treasure." Bai Hong became anxious when he heard it. He was waiting to kill Song Ye, but he didn't expect that in front of him, Bai Dechang not only didn't let anyone break her legs, but also said that he would kill Song Ye. Not pursued.
"Shut up." Bai Dechang interrupted Bai Hong solemnly, his voice was old and majestic, and it was more appropriate to say that he was an old man in his fifties or sixties.
Hao Zhengyi was delayed by something in the morning, and now Hao Tian was the only one in charge. Facing Bai Dechang's blatant poaching behavior, she took a step forward and replied without fear: "Uncle Bai, Song Ye is my friend, in love with reason." It's right to come to help. As for the medicine stone, I still have the contract and the recording in my hand. Even in front of my grandfathers, Song Ye will not suffer this humiliation."
Her attitude was tough, and she completely forgot what Hao Zhengyi had told her before going out, not to act impulsively and offend the Bai family.
"Haha, what a sharp-tongued girl." Bai Dechang sneered a few times gloomily, and continued: "Your father has to be polite in front of me, but you, a little girl, dare to be so presumptuous in front of me, you Aren’t you afraid that I will drag you into the ancestral hall right now?”
This was the second time Song Ye heard about the ancestral hall, and every time he mentioned this place, Hao Tian's face showed a hint of fear.
She guessed that the ancestral hall must be a place passed down from generation to generation to handle clan affairs.
Seeing Bai Dechang, an elder, carelessly threatening and intimidating a little girl, Song Ye put his hands in his trouser pockets and stepped between the two of them. His white sneakers ran over Bai Dechang's feet and coldly blocked her with his shoulders. A bump.
"Ah..." Bai Dechang exclaimed. He wanted to retreat but his foot was stepped on. He didn't react in time and fell backwards.
Fortunately, Bai Hong caught his father quickly with his sharp eyesight and shouted angrily, "Song Ye, you still want to take action in this medicine store."
Song Ye coldly retracted his feet, looked at the group of sanctimonious white-robed hypocrites in front of him, raised his eyebrows and said: "I am not from the medicine village, your ancestral hall has no need for me."
"You..." Bai Hong was speechless for a moment. This medicine village has not allowed outsiders to come in for thousands of years, just for fear that outsiders would break the rules and not enforce the family law.
But today Song Ye was here openly defying the authority of Yaozhuang.
The two sides were arguing, but voices came from inside the house.
"Ahem, don't forget the rules. Those who need to go go, and those who need to come to see you come in and see you." In the middle room, an old voice was hoarse but deep and powerful. After he finished speaking, three "dong dong dong" sounds sounded in the room. He heard the sound of the cane hitting the ground.
The faces of Hao Tian and Bai Dechang outside the door suddenly changed and they quickly closed their mouths. The latter glanced at Song Ye gloomily and strode away without saying a word.
But Hao Tian's face turned pale. She bit her lower lip and took several deep breaths before going forward and opening the green bamboo curtain.
There was no electricity in the house, and an ancient oil lamp was burning on the table. The light illuminated the whole house with a dull tone. Although priceless herbs were grown in the fields, the furnishings in the house were still simple and plain. After walking around an arched partition, Song Ye saw an old man with white hair sitting on the kang in the back room.
The old man's hair was a dazzling white, and his wrinkled face also had a snow-white beard. He was also wearing a snow-white robe, and he looked quite a bit fairy-like.
"Grandpa, Tiantian wants to say hello to you. We are here to sign up for the competition this time." Hao Tian gently bent her legs and acted like an ancient maid worshiping. The two apprentices behind her also looked excited. He bowed ninety degrees and said, "I've met the old gentleman."
"Haha, the girl has grown up and is participating in competitions in a blink of an eye. Come here and let grandpa see it." The old man chuckled and raised his hand to greet Hao Tian over. He seemed to like her very much.
Hao Tian stood next to the old man with some embarrassment, but apologized in a low voice, "It was my fault just now, and I disturbed grandpa's rest."
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way. Grandpa knows that you are a good girl." The old man stroked Hao Tian's head and comforted softly.
This sentence has clearly expressed the old man's meaning. In his heart, the Bai family is the unreasonable party.
Perhaps he noticed Song Ye's sizing gaze. The old man rolled his eyes and immediately moved his gaze to Song Ye. When he looked carefully at those old but extremely bright pupils, a hint of depth flashed across the old man's eyes.
"Grandpa, this is Song Ye, who is here to compete this time." Hao Tian didn't know why, but suddenly blushed. This scene was like meeting a parent.
After she finished the introduction, the old man suddenly said, "You guys go out first, I want to talk to this friend."
Hao Tian was stunned, looking between the two of them in confusion, and finally had to exit the door with a worried look on his face.
When the bamboo curtain was lowered, only Song Ye and the old man in the pit were left in the house.
The old man stretched out his bony hand and brewed the exquisite Kung Fu tea with neat skills. After a while, he put the fragrant teacup on the opposite side and said, "My friend, please sit down."
Song Ye didn't show any stage fright and walked straight over to sit on the kang. She was also full of curiosity about the old man.
After drinking the first cup of tea, the fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth. Even Song Ye, who had tasted the delicious food, was amazed by it. Just as the corners of his lips softened, he heard the old man opposite him slowly say: "The tea is good tea, but this friend The murderous aura on his body is so strong that it covers the fragrance of the tea, which is a pity."
The old man's words made Song Ye raise her head and stare, her brows gradually cooling down. She put down the teacup with a click and said coldly: "What else do you know?"
She knew that the old man didn't smell the blood on her body, but saw through her essence at a glance.