The losers said again: "Yes, the young master is right."

"This kid must not be the enemy of Young Master Song!"

Unexpectedly, he slapped his hooves and went up.

Song Jian's face was slightly red, and he felt ashamed and annoyed.

"Shut up!"

"Yes, yes..." A group of people agreed.

Song Jian said: "You stay here, me and this..."

Song Jian glanced at Mo Hua and said in a somewhat unnatural tone, "We will have a showdown with this brat and then return to the clan."

"As commanded."

Everyone said one after another.

Song Jian looked around, pointed at a small forest with his sword, and said coldly to Mo Hua:

"I don't want to win without force, so I will fight to the death here in the mountains and forests, one on one, between you and me, without anyone else interfering!"

Mo Hua nodded slightly, "Okay."

After that, the two of them, one behind the other, entered the forest.

A group of Broken Golden Gate obeyed Song Jian's instructions and stayed outside, but they were confused and looked at each other.

Someone frowned and said, "Young Master, why bother with this? If there is a grudge, why don't we all come together and take down this kid?"

"really……"

Someone sneered: "So Mr. Song is a fool."

Without Song Jian's absence, some people lost any respect and became arrogant.

What they cling to is Song Jian's status, not Song Jian's person.

When it comes to personal abilities, they all feel that they are no worse than Song Jian, but their background is inferior.

"It's also possible..." Another disciple said with a smile, "Master Song was afraid of losing and losing face, so he found a place where no one was around to compete. Even if he lost at the hands of that kid, he wouldn't do it in public.

Shameful."

"Master Song, you can't really lose, can you..."

"Lost to that brat?"

"What's impossible?"

"No matter how you say it, it's not like that kid's blood and spiritual power are so weak. If the young master can lose, that would be such a waste..."

Everyone laughed happily.

In the mountains and forests.

Song Jian walked to a quiet place, put his sword in its sheath, found a big rock and sat down, sighing.

Mo Hua was a little confused, "Don't you want to fight?"

Song Jian said speechlessly: "I can't beat you, how can I beat you?"

If it were before, he would still have some arrogance in his heart, thinking that with his own strength, he could defeat Mo Hua and avenge his "Broken Gold Sword" that was tortured into a sword-like state in Mo Hua's hands.

But after returning from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he completely gave up this idea.

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all.

Let alone hitting him, he might not even know where the ink painting is if he really starts to fight.

What's more, Mo Hua saved his life in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons...

Song Jian hesitated for a moment, but finally sighed deeply and said in an almost inaudible voice:

"Thank you, thank you..."

Mo Hua asked: "What?"

Song Jian became angry and said, "Thank you!"

"oh……"

Mo Hua nodded.

"So, you came to me to thank me for saving your life in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?" Mo Hua said.

"That's right..."

After Song Jian finished speaking, his expression changed and he became silent again.

Mo Hua observed the words and expressions, his eyes moved slightly, and asked curiously: "Are you...have something on your mind?"

"No." Song Jian said with a straight face.

Naturally I don’t believe it in ink painting.

"If you have something on your mind, you can tell me. Although I may not necessarily be able to help you, I should be able to give you some advice."

Song Jian didn't want to say it, but he looked up at the ink painting and saw the clear and deep eyes of the ink painting. Somehow, he thought there was nothing wrong with saying it.

Moreover, apart from ink painting, he actually felt that there was no one else who could talk about it.

Especially things related to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons...

Song Jian looked a little lonely and said slowly:

"I realized that my parents don't actually care about my life or death..."

Mo Hua was startled, "Why do you say that?"

Song Jian said: "When I was in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, I had one of my little fingers amputated and gave it to my parents, but there was no movement at all from my parents' place."

"Jin Gui said that my parents are weighing the pros and cons and whether to save me. If the price is too high, they would rather I die. They shed some tears and feel comfortable with it, so forget it. Anyway, I am not the only one in the Song family.

son."

"I didn't believe Jin Gui's words at first..."

"However, after I returned from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, I found that although my parents were happy, they were not as...ecstatic as I imagined..."

"They did know that I was trapped in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons a long time ago, but they didn't take any action. Even the Song family elders and many people knew about it, but they didn't know what balance they went through, and in the end they seemed to plan to take me away.

…”

Song Jian's face turned ugly, "...I have become an abandoned son..."

"Abandoned son?"

The ink painting is a bit surprising.

"Well," Song Jian murmured, "What are they planning? Even my parents have gotten some benefits from it, so they don't care much about my life or death."

"My coming back alive seems to be just a surprise to them, even..."

Song Jian's eyes were cold, "...I'm more like a 'gift'."

Mo Hua frowned.

He has long heard about the cruelty and indifference based on the balance of interests within the family.

But he had never thought that this kind of thing would happen to Song Jian before.

"How many brothers do you have?" Mo Hua asked.

"I have two brothers," Song Jian said, "I am the youngest, but my talent is far less than that of the two brothers, my practice is not as hard as theirs, and my work is not as ruthless as theirs..."

Song Jian pointed out of the woods, "Besides, I'm not very good at convincing people."

"Now that the Song family has become more powerful, there are more scoundrels around me. I can't drive them away, but I actually know that they look down on me in their hearts."

He used to live a comfortable life and never thought about these things in detail.

But in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, from the point of the knife to the bloody mouth, walking around with fear, many problems can naturally be seen clearly.

"No one can be trusted in this world..."

"The sect is unreliable, the family is unreliable, the parents are unreliable, the brothers are unreliable, let alone those losers."

Song Jian looked a little confused.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then patted Song Jian on the shoulder, "So, you can only rely on yourself."

Song Jian looked indifferent, "I know I can rely on myself, but... I can't rely on myself either..."

"It's okay," Mo Hua said generously, "I'll help you."

Song Jian looked at the ink painting silently, feeling that this sentence was very inconsistent.

You, a disciple of the Taixu Sect, help me, a disciple of the Golden Sect, for no reason or reason?

Mo Hua asked: "Did I save you?"

Song Jian nodded, "So..."
To be continued...