"She..." Before this subordinate could answer, another subordinate hurriedly rushed in: "Sir, something happened. One-third of the direct descendants of the family were killed."
"What did you say?" Song Yichi was shocked.
One-third, direct lineage? You must know that the Songyi family is the top three families in Fuso.
The family is very powerful. Not to mention the direct line, even the collateral line is heavily protected by bodyguards when going out.
Now their family's direct lineage has suddenly been reduced by less than half?
It must be that their family has some great enemy, but in Fuso, who can be so powerful that he can actually kill less than half of the direct descendants of their Songyi family in one fell swoop?
"Now the clan leader has urgently recalled clan members from all over the country. We must have encountered a strong enemy."
"Check, go and check for me right away. You must find out who is going against our Song Yi family. If you dare to let me figure out who he is, I will cut him into pieces." Song Yichi was furious,
The Songyi family has never been provoked by outsiders. This matter must not be tolerated, otherwise anyone can ride on the neck of the Songyi family in the future.
"But the old patriarch asked me to come over and ask you...Who have you offended?" The subordinate carefully raised his eyes and looked at Song Yichi, knowing that what he said would definitely offend Song Yichi.
Because the guy in front of him was the same as his grandfather, who had killed countless people. There had been a wave of terrorists who had taken nearly a hundred hostages, and Song Yichi was given the task of rescuing them.
But he was ruthless and eliminated the robbers and hostages at the same time, leaving no one alive.
"Who have I offended? Does this matter have anything to do with me?" Song Yichi was stunned, and then he showed a look of anger.
"Yes... that's right, because before the other person committed the murder, he told the victim in our clan that you had offended him." The subordinate carefully said the second half of the sentence.
"Asshole..." Song Yichi was stunned for a long time, and finally remembered Chen Yu. He punched the table hard, and then walked back and forth in the room angrily.
"It's him, that guy Chen Yu, he... really dares to attack our Songyi family? Where does he have the confidence? He is just a Chinese, a guy as timid as a mouse."
"Your Excellency Song Yi, no matter who Chen Yu is, he has indeed declared war on our family, and nearly half of our direct lineage has been lost." At this moment, a white-haired old man came out.
Yanagi Heiichi, the old butler of the Matsuichi family, is also a master of kendo in Fuso. He was famous in the world when he was young, but now he has not made a move for nearly thirty years.
He has entered Taoism through martial arts and is very powerful. He is also one of the top three masters in Fuso Country.
This kind of existence who has realized the truth of heaven is definitely a big killer. Moreover, he has been hiding in the Songyi family and has been practicing hard in seclusion for decades. Now he walks half an inch empty, and his feet are spotless. He is very
It has obviously reached a level comparable to that of gods.
"Mr. Yagyu." Song Yichi quickly stood up and bowed to the other party respectfully and nodded.
He can be disrespectful to others, but he cannot be disrespectful to the person in front of him. After all, the person in front of him is from the same era as his grandfather. He is one hundred and twenty years old this year, and is probably the oldest old man in Fuso.
And everyone felt that he had exceeded the limits of heaven, otherwise it would be impossible to explain that he had lived to such an old age without showing any signs of decline.
"Your father has felt the crisis in the family, so he asked me to come out and settle the matter." Liu Shengping took a deep look at Song Chi: "I have watched you grow up, but I don't think you should
Make these mistakes."
"I... don't think I made any mistakes." Liu Shengping gritted his teeth: "My grandfather's armor traveled all over that land, and Chen Yu is a native of that place. I don't think he can cause much trouble.
."
"The arrogance in your bones is nothing like your grandfather." Liu Shengping stared at Song Yichi, his eyes sparkling: "Although he is arrogant, he respects his opponents relatively."
"Yes." Song Yichi suddenly became a little discouraged. He bowed slowly and quickly, and then said with some hatred: "But Chen Yu...has attacked a direct descendant of our Songyi family, and he must die."
"I have seen China's cultivation talents seventy years ago." Liu Shengpingyi's eyes flashed with a sparkle: "They are indeed powerful, but seventy years have passed, and I have also reached the level.
At a height that no one in the world can reach, he should be able to compete with them."
"Mr. Yagyu, I obey you in everything. What should we do next?" Song Yichi took a deep breath. Now he has put away his arrogant expression. Now he just wants to listen to the opinion of the old man in front of him.
.
"Go back to the old house in the suburbs. Gather everyone and all the power to defend yourself. I'm going to meet Chen Yu now. I want to see who he is." Liu Shengping snorted lightly.
"Yes, I'll do it now." Song Yichi bowed deeply and retreated.
And Liu Shengping showed a hint of fighting intent in his eyes. He slowly pulled out a samurai sword and wiped the blade. Seventy years ago, in that battle seventy years ago, he was beaten by a Chinese cultivator.
They were defeated step by step.
But now, he has practiced for more than a year, and his strength is stronger than that of the cultivator he met back then. At this time, he kills a cultivator and then goes to wander around the land of China.
In the place where Uncle Wu worked before his death, Chen Yu and Zhao Ping placed a copper pot, but where Uncle Wu was supposed to sit, there is now an extra pair of chopsticks.
Although it was only a few days since the last time I ate a copper pot, things have changed.
"This glass is for Uncle Wu." Chen Yu poured two glasses of wine, raised them with Zhao Ping, and poured them on the ground.
Then the two of them drank again, this time gesturing to each other, and drank it all in one gulp.
"How's it going? Have you adapted to Uncle Wu's job?" Chen Yu asked.
"I've already gotten used to it, it's quite tedious." Zhao Ping smiled and said, "But this kind of thing has to be done by someone after all. The more I understand this work, the more I feel the greatness of Uncle Wu.
Because no one else would be able to do these jobs."
"Yes." Chen Yu said: "You can endure loneliness, the pain of being separated from your loved ones, and there is a high probability that you will be alone for the rest of your life, but you don't have to do this. If you should marry a wife, marry a wife, and if you should have children, have children.
"
"Of course I will get married when I find the right one." Zhao Ping smiled coquettishly and said, "I don't want to be a monk. Marriage and having children are still necessary."