Chapter 357 Song Yongan's death, the general trend will rise, the building will fall

Song Yongan is dead.

He did not die at the hands of Song Xiangyu, but at the hands of Lie Zhennan.

On the day.

The furious Song Xiangyu once again severely taught Song Yongan a lesson, severely injuring him, which caused dissatisfaction among many people in the clan. However, they were intimidated by Song Xiangyu's dominance and Chen Wanwan's support.

The matter was put on hold for the time being.

Who would have thought that in the second half of the night, someone actually sneaked into the Jiufang compound and chopped the entire house into pieces with a flaming divine sword. Song Yongan fell in the ruins, his flesh and blood turning into mud.

Lie Zhennan's revenge came unexpectedly.

"Who is it! Who spread this news!" Song Chengqi was furious. The pain of losing his son made him almost crazy. He stared at Song Xiangyu fiercely.

"It's you! You're such a disaster! If you hadn't injured Yong'an, how could he have died at the hands of Lie Zhennan! And how could the outside world spread the news that he ordered others to do it!"

"Song-Xiang-Yu. Give me back my son!"

"God is watching what people do. Uncle Qi, you know very well whether he killed the person or not. Since he didn't do it, he is not afraid of people knowing. If he did... the clan rules will not forgive him."

Song Xiangyu stood in the conference room and refused to give in to Song Chengqi's questioning.

"you--"

Just when everyone was making a big fuss.

An old man, skinny and with only bones left, appeared on the scene wearing only empty clothes.

"Master of the house."

The meeting room suddenly became quiet.

"Song Chengqi failed to educate his son properly, so he is confined to the ancestral hall for seven days. Song Xiangyu killed his brother, so you are punished to reflect on your mistakes behind closed doors. Song Yongan brought this upon himself, so he is removed from the family tree."

Song Shiyong said coldly: "Send the Nine Dragon Order, and hunt down the Sanjiang Hometown Association with all your strength. Whoever kills Lie Zhennan will be rewarded with a third-level spiritual pill, a golden body technique, and can become a guest elder of the Nine Veins."

"Follow the orders of the Patriarch!"

Everyone bowed.

This matter has come to an end.

Song Yongan's death shocked the entire Dongyang Prefecture and angered the entire Song clan. Not only did the Ninth House issue a bounty order, but the First House, Second House, Third House, etc. also sent out Golden Body masters to hunt down Lie Zhennan with all their might.

However, since that night, the members of the Sanjiang Hometown Association seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

This major case, which caused a sensation in Cangzhou, lasted for a full half month and ended in a mess.

"Who on earth is it? Who has the ability to hide thousands of people from the Sanjiang Hometown Association? And to do such a thing in the territory of the Song clan..." Many people sensed that a storm was about to come.

But this may not be a bad thing for the Jiufang.

This is what Song Xiangyu was thinking at this moment.

"Sister, this horse is so well-behaved! Hehe~ Don't lick it, don't lick it. You are a horse, not a dog!" Chen Wanwan's innocent and lively laughter came.

Song Xiangyu turned her head and looked, with a forced smile on her lips.

At this point, she really couldn't laugh.

The people of the Song clan might not be aware of the situation, but she knew that this time, it must be Donglin Xianya who took action.

This also shows.

The sect has already obtained substantial evidence to prove that the Song family is indeed secretly involved with the King of Cangzhou.

The aristocratic family building that has existed for thousands of years is about to collapse, but some people are still unaware of it and continue to live a life of drunkenness and debauchery, fighting for power and profit every day.

"Xuxu~~"

Huo Linju trotted over and stopped in front of Song Xiangyu, nudging her with its head as if wanting her to play with it.

But at this time, Ye Liuyun's life or death is unknown, and the Song family is in danger. How can Song Xiangyu have the heart to play?
"Hahaha, I finally caught you!"

Chen Wanwan appeared out of nowhere, grabbed the Huolin colt's mane tightly, turned over and was about to mount it.

"Uu——"

Huo Linju, who was originally laughing and playing, was now furious. He pushed Chen Wanwan away and tried to run out of the yard.

"Don't, don't go, I was wrong! I will never ride you again, my good horse!" Chen Wanwan grabbed the horse's tail pitifully, her eyes rolling around.

"Huh~Huh~?"

Huo Linju looked as if he didn't believe it.

"Sister, is this really his horse? It's so magical that he won't let anyone ride it except the owner." Chen Wanwan calmed the Huolin colt and turned to look at the worried-looking Song Xiangyu.

"I won't make a mistake, this is the horse he owns." Song Xiangyu nodded slightly.

"Does this mean that he is really in Dongyang City? Interesting, very interesting!"

Chen Wanwan laughed playfully, playing with the wisps of flame that leaped up from the Fire Unicorn's mane, and said, "It is said that in ancient times there was a kind of divine horse that only remembered one kind of breath in its life. Once it recognized its master and stimulated its bloodline, it would never forget it for three lifetimes."

"This horse has traveled thousands of miles to find its master. It's very miraculous. Could it be the legendary Sansheng precious horse?"

"..."

Song Xiangyu lowered her head, seemingly in a daze.

"Oh~ Sister, are you listening to what I'm saying?" Chen Wanwan stretched out her voice and put her hands on her hips in dissatisfaction.

"Well, what did you say?"

Song Xiangyu asked blankly.

"I say, this BMW... Hey, stop licking it. Could this horse be the Three Lives Horse that can recognize its master from past and present lives?" Chen Wanwan pushed the Huo Linju's head.

"Oh."

Song Xiangyu frowned slightly, looking thoughtful.

"This Fire Unicorn is indeed handsome, but in terms of rank, it is only a second-grade mount of Donglin, with a potential to be promoted to the first-grade at most. Compared with the three top mounts, the Cloud Sea Deer and the White Spirit Vulture, I don't know how far it is behind."

"but……"

Before she finished her words, the Fire Unicorn suddenly raised its front hooves, stomped the ground hard and snorted, as if expressing its dissatisfaction.

"I'm not done yet."

Song Xiangyu smiled and said, "But the fact that you can travel thousands of miles to find the master, cross the Yellow Spring Road, and travel through thousands of mountains and rivers shows that it is definitely not as simple as it seems."

"But why don't you look for him now that you are here?"

Huo Linju looked at Song Xiangyu, his big eyes filled with confusion.

Right!

Why don't you look for him?

Because it felt that its "father" was doing something very important at this time. The little horse was good and did not disturb his father.

Anyway, my mother is here.

"Sister, its attitude towards you seems unusual." Chen Wanwan said curiously.

"is it?"

"How about you try riding it?"

"This..." Song Xiangyu showed an expectant expression.

A horse that only recognized him, if she was willing to ride it...

"Xu~~"

Huo Linju immediately showed resistance, but compared to facing Chen Wanwan, he was obviously much better.

At this moment.

A secluded courtyard outside the Song clan.

Song Lin, who had lost his contact, finally found a new contact half a month later on March 18th.

"Are you Ye Liuyun?"

The man was wearing a purple robe and a bronze mask. His aura was unpredictable and very mysterious.

"I am Yang Qingyuan now."

Song Lin walked out of the house, his appearance and figure had turned into his past self.

"Huh~"

The man exclaimed in surprise, and carefully looked at Song Lin for a long while, then praised: "It really looks like him, no wonder no one doubted your identity. Well, well, that loser Song Yongan finally did something good."

Song Lin remained calm and stood there quietly.

How could he not look like himself when he plays himself?

But after waiting for half a month, he finally found a new contact person, which was not in vain. He had originally planned to give up.

"It was you who killed Lie Jinghao?" the visitor asked at this time.

"Your Excellency is..."

Song Lin did not answer immediately, his face looked a little hesitant.

"Do you doubt my identity?" the purple-robed man's voice turned cold.

"Don't dare."

Song Lin lowered his head, but his attitude remained firm: "But I am working for the Song family, so I should be careful and cautious. The one who has been in contact with me all along is Young Master Yongan, and today, Your Excellency..."

"You don't have to wait any longer. That loser Song Yongan is dead." The man in purple robe waved his sleeves with a sneer on his face.

"what!"

Song Lin's expression changed drastically, revealing a 'shocked' expression.

Accustomed to playing various roles, his acting skills have reached perfection, and he can be called the "drama king". The purple-robed man has been paying attention to his expression, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

“Just half a month ago, he died from Lie Zhennan’s revengeful knife.” The purple-robed man snorted and thought to himself, “A useless person who is always causing trouble but can’t do anything good!”

"This..." Song Lin was shocked and speechless for a long time.

"Don't worry, this matter is basically over. Lie Zhennan will never dare to show up in Dongyang Prefecture again. From now on, I will be your contact person."

The purple robed man said, "You can call me 'Cang Jiulong'."

As he spoke, he wrote his name in the air, as if he was being very careful.

"Surname Cang!"

Song Lin's heart moved.

"Cang" and "Cang" are both very special surnames in Cangzhou, and their origins come from the Holy King of Cangzhou.

Although the surname "Cang" is also a descendant of the Cangzhou Saint King, their status is much lower than that of the surname "Cang". It is like the relationship between a master and a servant.

Just like the Cangzhou special envoy 'Cang Ming', who was said to be an illegitimate child, but was actually of low status. He was killed by Song Lin and no one avenged him.

Because the Holy King of Cangzhou has at least hundreds of sons like this who have no name or status.

Only if the mother's family has sufficient power and background, will one be qualified to truly have the surname "Cang".

The man in front of him was named Cang Jiulong, and his status was probably extraordinary. After waiting for the clouds to clear and the moon to appear, he finally got in touch with the core of the Song family and the Cangzhou Wang family.

"Greetings to the envoy of the heaven."

Song Lin bowed respectfully.

"No thanks. You stay here for the next half month and don't let anyone find out where you are. This is the third-level spiritual elixir - Wanyuan Fadan, which was originally used by the golden body masters for cultivation."

Cang Jiulong threw over a brocade box.

Song Lin took it with both hands and opened it.

A pill with a purple aura lay quietly in the brocade box.

He couldn't help but look overjoyed.

Cang Jiulong said: "Take this pill first and refine it for half a month. Then stimulate the power of the pill, which can help you to have an endless supply of true energy within half an hour. If you are really capable, you can fight against some inferior golden bodies."

"I will come to see you again on April 1st."

"Thank you, sir!"

Song Lin closed the brocade box and showed a look of gratitude.

"Humph."

But the man didn't seem to appreciate it. He snorted coldly, turned around and disappeared into the night.

"interesting."

Song Lin looked at the deep night, looking thoughtful.

Compared to Song Yongan, the fool, Cang Jiulong from the Cangzhou Wang family is obviously much more difficult to deal with. This pill may also have some tricks hidden.

With Song Lin's current strength, he was far behind the Flying Sword Immortal Song Lin. Even if a normal person had doubts, he would still take it after weighing the pros and cons of dealing with the task in half a month.

But...who is he?

"I'm really looking forward to your expressions when you realize that your efforts have been in vain." Song Lin whispered to himself.

Time flies, and ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The first day of April is approaching.

The atmosphere in the entire Dongyang Prefecture suddenly became extremely serious. The area within a hundred miles around the Song clan's territory had already been cleared out.

Many people know it.

Compared to what happened nearly a month ago, this time is a real big deal!

The Flying Sword Immortal—Song Lin.

His origin is mysterious and his talent is extraordinary.

Compared with the crazy swordsman Zhou Yuan who overwhelmed the crowd with his sword on the Linxian Cliff, he seemed to be no less capable.

Rumor has it that this person has a mind like a demon and acts cruelly.

Since they dared to openly send a visiting card and visit the Song family, they must be very confident. But the Song family is a ten thousand year old family after all, with unfathomable background.

Could he really deliver this hard slap to the Song family in the face in front of everyone?

Dongyang Prefecture, Cangzhou, and even many prominent families are all waiting with bated breath.

(End of this chapter)