Chapter 35 Moral Kidnapping
The next day, Song Ningshu flew away from Lingxu Sect on his sword and headed towards Zhongzhou.
Zhongzhou, where all the great immortal cultivation families are located, is a famous prosperous and wealthy place in the immortal cultivation world.
Lingxu Sect is not far from Zhongzhou, and it only takes a day and a half to fly there by sword.
Song Ningshu landed at Qingfeng Mountain on the outskirts of the city and found Song Xianxian's tomb at the foot of the mountain.
Funny enough, the words on the tombstone were carved by her when she was only seven years old.
The tomb of my mother Song Xianxian.
Less than a month after Song Xianxian's death, Jiang Ling took his most beloved concubine as his wife, and he did not attend her memorial the following year.
Even if he wanted to come in the future, he couldn't, because the Jiang family disappeared shortly after Song Xianxian's memorial day when she was eight years old.
Song Xianxian is the concubine daughter of the previous head of the Song family. It is said that Song Xianxian and her mother wanted to harm the mistress of the Song family, but failed.
Song Xianxian is her biological mother, and she will not comment on her right or wrong. After all, it is a grudge of the previous generation.
But surprisingly, Song Xianning treated her very well.
Song Ningshu cleared the weeds on Song Xianxian's grave and stood in front of her grave for a long time.
A hunched figure limped over, he was covered in dirt and ragged clothes.
Song Ningshu recognized the person at a glance.
The former head of the Jiang family, Jiang Ling.
Also...her so-called father.
"Ning Shu...is that you?!" Jiang Ling saw Song Ningshu standing in front of Song Xianxian's grave and thought that his guess was right.
Song Ningshu said nothing.
"Ning Shu, I am your father!" Seeing that Song Ningshu didn't say anything, Jiang Ling wanted to go forward and grab her hand.
A cold light flashed, and the Nianzhi Sword was placed across Jiang Ling's throat. "Don't come over, you'll dirty my sword."
Song Ningshu's eyes were dull and his voice was cold.
The three of them, brothers and sisters, have all learned about 70% of Mo Jinwu's indifference.
Jiang Ling took a step back, his withered face grimacing, "Ning Shu, I really am your father. I have missed you so much over the years!"
"Ning Shu, I didn't mean it back then. I already regret it. Please forgive me..."
"We are father and daughter. Even if our bones are broken, we are still connected by tendons. How could a daughter hold a grudge against her father for so many years?"
"Ning Shu, if you still feel unsatisfied, I will kowtow to you!"
Jiang Ling said this and was about to kneel down.
The next second, Jiang Ling was knocked out.
"No need to kowtow. I can't bear it."
Do you want to use moral kidnapping?
He didn't even think about whether she would give him a chance.
This kind of person is disgusting. He almost took her life back then. Now he says a few hypocritical words to her and thinks she will forgive him?
Who do you take her for?
Jiang Ling endured the pain in his body and climbed up, feeling secretly resentful.
This little bitch!
But she said something different, "Ning Shu, I know you hate me, hit me, I will definitely not fight back!"
"Don't call my name, you are not qualified." Song Ningshu frowned. This man was simply shameless.
She began to wonder, did she and he really have the same blood flowing in their veins?
"Okay! I won't call you by your name." Jiang Ling's gaze returned to Song Xianxian's grave. "Over the years, I've often visited your mother. Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have neglected her before. Your mother was such a good woman."
As Jiang Ling spoke, he seemed to be moved and shed two tears.
Song Ningshu sneered, "The grass on her grave is taller than yours. Are you sure you come here often?"
Jiang Ling froze, "You, you can see it?"
"Don't you know whether I can see you or not?" Song Ningshu didn't want to pay attention to him anymore. "Get out! Don't let me see you again!"
"Jiang Ningshu, I am your father!" Jiang Ling stopped pretending and directly tore off his hypocritical face.
"My surname is Song, and I don't have a father like you." Song Ningshu said without turning his head.
Jiang Ling picked up a stone and threw it at Song Ningshu's back.
Song Ningshu moved sideways and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Jiang Ling, holding a sword across his neck. "I don't think you understand the current situation. Right now, I'm strong and you're weak."
But you can't dirty her precious thoughts.
"Rebellious girl! Do you want to kill your father?!" Jiang Ling felt a chill on his neck, but he continued to shout.
"So what if I killed my father? But you would be happier dead than alive, and I wouldn't have to dirty my hands."
Are fathers allowed to kill their daughters, but daughters are not allowed to kill their fathers?
What's the reason for this?
If the father is not kind, why should the daughter be filial?
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