"Thank you Brother Song for your kindness. You don't have to worry too much about me. I have my own ideas." Xiao Shun said with a calm look.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Song Qingzhou could only sigh heavily: "Forget it, I'll say that, but Brother Xiao has kindness to my Song family. If you need help, just speak up, Song will definitely help with all his strength."

"Thank you Brother Song for your kindness." Xiao Shun nodded.

After dinner, Song Ling'er drove Xiao Shun back, while Song Qingzhou hurried to report to the Feng family about Jiang Hai's current situation.

"Master, I won't interfere with you and Sister Yao."

On the way back, Song Ling'er drove and glanced at Xiao Shun from time to time, and said in a vain.

Xiao Shun looked at her slightly, smiling without saying a word.

In fact, this sentence is ambiguity. There are many situations where "no hinder" are there. There is also a kind of "no hinder" that keeps a distance, and a kind of "no hinder" that does not require status.

Xiao Shun is almost a blank piece of paper in terms of feelings.

Yao Cen is already very difficult to deal with, so he naturally doesn’t know how to deal with this situation.

He also knew Song Ling'er's affection for him. Song Ling'er was in line with most of the fantasies of all men about their lovers. She was young and beautiful, and also had money. The point was that her brain was a little bad, and she was simply an excellent partner for a soft meal.

But Xiao Shunxin belonged to her and could not respond to her affection.

I won’t say it out loud, it will be good for everyone.

The car slowed down shortly after driving onto the Baihe Road elevated road. There was a traffic jam in front of me. From a distance, I could not see it at first sight.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and this place was not a downtown area, and there were few traffic jams.

Song Ling'er next to her glanced at Xiao Shun from time to time with tenderness on the corners of her eyes, and the atmosphere in the car was a bit weird.

"I'll go ahead and see what's going on and if there is a car accident." Xiao Shun said opening the car door.

"oh."

Xiao Shun walked forward for more than ten meters and came back towards him a young man.

"Hey, buddy, what's going on?" asked a head stretched out from a car next to him.

"The road is closed ahead, it seems that the convoy of the Ancient Martial Arts Association is going to pass by." The young man replied.

"Damn, I thought there was some big man in our Jianghai. It's too big to have such a big battle with an ancient martial arts association, so it's too big to block the road."

"Don't spread this to the Ancient Martial Arts Association. They are all masters who fight ten, and they need money and people. Otherwise, how could the city ** pay so much attention?" The young man smiled and joked.

At this time, a man in another car took the conversation and said, "I heard that in order to avoid external disturbances, the tulip hotel in front has cleared all the guests, specifically used to receive members of the Ancient Martial Arts Association, to provide these big guys with a quiet environment, which is awesome."

Xiao Shun put his hands in his pockets, smiled playfully, and murmured: "Is the Tulip Hotel?"

The Ancient Martial Arts Association has never appeared in public easily, and even if it appears, it will remain low-key. Now that it is so popular, it is nothing more than to promote the Sikong family's status in Jianghai.

Originally, the Sikong family, who was still immersed in a sad atmosphere, suddenly felt gloomy. The whole clan immediately felt extremely glorious, as if it was not like a funeral, but a festive atmosphere was revealed.

At this time, the lights were on the main hall of Sikong's ancestral house. Sikong Jie was sitting at the main seat, and the faces of the family members below were filled with joy.

"Uncle, it is said that the Ancient Martial Arts Association has entered the Jianghai territory in the evening. At this time, I'm afraid that we have already arrived at the hotel. Now, our Sikong family has finally been proud of this period. Let's see who will dare to look down on our Sikong family in the future."

"I just read the news and there were several intersections in the city that were closed to welcome them. This situation is greater than the important foreign guests' visits."

"Father, since Grandmaster Zuo has arrived in Jianghai and he is clearly coming to pay his respects to Grandpa, should we visit him in advance?" Sikongxing said.

"Yes, yes, yes, we must not miss this etiquette."

"Yes, I should have visited."

Others also echoed.

Sikong Jie pondered for a moment and said, "It's too late today. Master Zuo was exhausted and afraid he was tired. We won't disturb you. I will visit you in person tomorrow morning."

"Master Zuo is my son's master, I'll go with you." Sikong Anming said.

Sikong Jie nodded in agreement.

The next day was around 10:00.

Sikong Jie took Sikong Anming and Sikong Xing to the Tulip Hotel where Zuo Zhiyuan was staying. Except for some news reporters wandering far around, the hotel door was empty and there were no doors left.

There were two men in black on duty in front of the door. After Sikong Jie came forward to report, he received an agreement and allowed them to go in.

I met Zuo Zhiyuan in a presidential suite.

In addition to the vice chairman of Jinling Group, Tang Zhanpeng, the elder of the Ancient Martial Arts Association, who accompanied Zuo Zhiyuan this time, there were also fifty or sixty martial artists above the fifth level in the association, which was very powerful.

"Mr. Zuo is well, please forgive me for being here for a risk of visiting. I haven't seen you for more than ten years. You are still so energetic and energetic."

Sikong Jie and Zuo Zhiyuan were about the same age. After seeing Zuo Zhiyuan, they said respectfully like younger generations meeting elders.

Zuo Zhiyuan looked tall and above, nodded his head and said lightly: "Sit down."

Sikong Jie and Sikong Anming sat down, and Sikong Xing stood aside with a solemn look on his face.

After a brief introduction, Zuo Zhiyuan looked at Sikong Anming.

"One day, I will be a teacher and a father for life. Chen'er's death, I am no better than you, a father. Chen'er died for the association. We will definitely give you an explanation to the Sikong family."

Sikong Anming replied in fear and trepidation: "Thank you, Master Zuo, for upholding justice for my son."

"I have a lot of connection with your Sikong family. I met your father, Brother Xinrong, in my early years. However, in recent years, I have been devoted to practicing cultivation and have broken off contact. This time I came not only to avenge Chen'er, but also to send Brother Xinrong for the last journey." Zuo Zhiyuan said.

"My Master Zuo is here, and our Sikong family is extremely honored and grateful." Sikong Jie nodded slightly and said earnestly.

Zuo Zhiyuan raised his hand and said, "You don't have to be polite to the head of the Sikong family. I will definitely be there tomorrow."

At this time, Tang Zhanpeng spoke and said, "We have a request, but I wonder if the head of the Sikong family can agree to it?"

"President Tang, please speak." Sikong Jie said.

"We are coming this time under the pressure from above. Your Sikong family is Jianghai. Those who go to pay their respects will surely squeeze out the door. But we hope that the fewer people will attend the funeral tomorrow, the better. I don't know..."

Tang Zhanpeng was in a dilemma, and wanted to speak but stopped the word.
Chapter completed!