Song Yuanqiao obviously never expected that he would come excitedly and face his son's words, "Who are you?"

Even if he is a martial arts master or a high-level Taoist priest, he cannot avoid feeling bad.

"Qingshu, I am your father!"

Song Yuanqiao was a little anxious and said in a hurry.

He couldn't help but be in a hurry. His son didn't know him anymore, so would he call him anyone. Moreover, since his mother passed away, all his feelings have been placed on his son.

I hope he becomes a talent, but now this situation occurs, how can I accept it?

"father?"

Chen Yu looked at Song Yuanqiao blankly, as if the person in front of him was very unfamiliar.

I have to say that Chenyu has not been in vain for the past six months, and the appearance of this amnesia-lossed person is pretending to be real.

"Yes, I am your father, don't you recognize me?"

Song Yuanqiao looked at Chen Yu hopefully, hoping that something he wanted to hear popped out of his mouth.

But Chen Yu obviously couldn't do as he wanted. For his own plan, he, the "amnesiac" would obviously not recover his memory at will in a short time.

He shook his head and said that he did not know Song Yuanqiao.

When Song Yuanqiao saw Chen Yu like this, he immediately looked like his son was dead. His face was gray and he looked a little guilty, but he didn't know what he thought of.

He looked at him strangely, and Chen Yu had some guesses in his heart. Perhaps Song Qingshu was obsessed with him and might have something to do with him, otherwise Old Song would not have shown this appearance, after all, his son was not dead.

Song Yuanqiao seemed to have lost all his strength, and his spirit relaxed, and suddenly he seemed a little hunched. He waved his hand and signaled Shenyu to sit down first.

"Oh, Qingshu, please sit down first." He sighed, then said to the little Taoist boy: "Jingxu, go and invite your ancestors over, and then said Qingshu has woken up and asked him to come and have a look."

The little Taoist boy was obviously a little confused and didn't know how his leader became like this. However, he didn't say anything, bowed and replied 'Yes', and hurriedly went to send the news again.

When the Taoist boy left, before Zhang Sanfeng arrived, Song Yuanqiao obviously didn't know what to say. He looked at Shenyu with loving love and self-blame, which made Shenyu feel the other party's fatherly love.

It is not easy to pretend to be too much in Shenyu, so he was very conscious of not speaking.

Not long after, Zhang Sanfeng arrived amid Song Yuanqiao's sigh. In addition to him, three people with good temperament also came together. It was possible that they were from the Seven Heroes of Wudang, but Chen Yu didn't know who was who.

Zhang Sanfeng is worthy of being the famous Master Youdao. He is wearing a simple and simple gray Taoist robe, with white hair and a slightly fat body, a rosy and smooth face like a baby, with a wide and strong body and a steady body, which is quite a bit like a master of Taoism.

There were three Taoist people who followed him, all of whom had their own demeanor. One of them looked not much older than Song Qingshu, and he was only about twenty years old and very handsome.

There is also a man who is about thirty years old, with short beards under the jaw and elegant face, which is considered handsome.

The last person has a bit of Zhang Sanfeng's demeanor, but he has a little more jumping and a strong figure.

"Qingshu, you finally woke up and worry about us and your master." The first person to speak was not Zhang Sanfeng, but the Taoist in his twenties, with a look of anxiousness, and he grabbed Chen Yu's arm. It was obvious that he had a good relationship with Song Qingshu on weekdays.

Seeing this, Chen Yu was unable to do anything. He twitched his body slightly unacceptably and pretended to be unfamiliar.

But speaking of this, he is really unfamiliar with him. Facing the other person's enthusiasm, he is also the true character.

The young Taoist didn't speak when he saw Shenyu, but instead became a little unfamiliar with him, and immediately there was some difference.

He couldn't help but ask Song Yuanqiao on the side: "Senior Brother. Is this?"

Song Yuanqiao did not feel lost anymore. He was not polite to his master and sighed to everyone: "Master, junior brother, Qingshu...ah! It seems that he has a soul absent disease."

Zhang Sanfeng had obviously noticed something was wrong, and he called it a normal day. Even if Song Qingshu forgot to salute for a while, Song Yuanqiao would not forget to give a warning when he was there.

After all, he was a great disciple, who was born in the Confucian school and had some Confucian behavior. But as soon as he arrived here, he found that his great disciple was standing by and sighing, with a look of something wrong, and his disciple looked confused again, which was obviously something was wrong.

Now that Song Yuanqiao said this, I couldn't help but realize that I couldn't blame the expression of this eldest disciple.

"What?! Abscess, doesn't Qingshu recognize anyone?"

The young Taoist who was the first to talk to Chenyu was obviously not yet good at qi cultivation. He heard this and exclaimed in shock.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly: "Shenggu, you are not young anymore, why are you still so shocked? Don't be shocked by Qingshu. The theory of abscessism has not yet been concluded. Qingshu is infatuated. I have calmed him down. It is reasonable that such a result will not be achieved. Let's take it as a teacher."

Seeing the young Taoist look like this, Zhang Sanfeng first gave a warning to his disciples, then came closer and sat opposite Song Qingshu.

The young Taoist, also known as Zhang Sanfeng's seventh disciple Mo Shenggu, touched his head when he heard the master's words, but he still looked at Chen Yu with some concern. Obviously, he really hoped that his junior nephew would be well.

When Song Yuanqiao heard Zhang Sanfeng's words, his eyes lit up. He respected his master's ability very much. In his heart, it was no different from a god and a man. Naturally, he had some hope. He immediately looked at the master hoped to see something.

"Child, do you still remember me?"

Zhang Sanfeng sat in front of Chen Yu, with a kind smile on his clothes, which looked easy to make people trust and close.

Not to mention that Chen Yu did not lose his memory, he also had a natural favor for this master. Even if he really lost his memory, he would probably feel close.

But what should be installed still needs to be installed.

Chen Yu immediately shook his head and signaled that he did not know the other person.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng was not discouraged, and still smiled, and then said, "Child, can you show me your hand?"

However, Zhang Sanfeng was also a person who had traveled around the world before and had seen absenteeism. Absenteeism had different differences. He couldn't make arbitrarily determined that among the situations he had seen, some patients were really like they were back in their infancy, with no memory of anything and could not even live or live.

However, some patients can still take care of themselves and understand the worldly ways, but they just don’t remember the people and things in the past.

Some of them just forget some of the memories.

So he also wanted to know what the situation was like for the sinking fish.

But of course he wouldn't know that his disciple was just pretending to be amnesia. If he called him someone else, he might still guess like this. However, Song Qingshu was the chief of the third generation of Wudang and the son of Song Yuanqiao. It can be said that he would have such guesses as a relative grandson.
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