Xiao Shun picked up the teacup and drank it all, pondered for a moment, and said seriously: "Let's do this, I have a suggestion. If you take your disciples and your disciples back, I won't kill you. If you investigate my affairs, I won't be bothering you."

"Zhu Zi is arrogant! Do you know that the person sitting in front of you is Grandmaster Zuo..." Tang Zhanpeng's face changed drastically, and he scolded him with a harsh voice.

Zuo Zhiyuan raised his hand and interrupted him, his face as deep as a water: "So you have made up your mind to be enemies with me and our Ancient Martial Arts Association."

"I don't want to be enemies with anyone, as long as I don't provoke me." Xiao Shun said nothing.

“I have an invitation letter.”

Zuo Zhiyuan looked at Tang Zhanpeng and said, "Give him the invitation letter."

After a little apprehensive, Tang Zhanpeng handed him a letter of invitation with black background and white characters.

Xiao Shun took the invitation letter, glanced quickly, and slowly stood up and said, "Okay, it's getting late, so I won't disturb Master Zuo's rest."

After saying that, he walked towards the door. When he was about to reach the door, he stopped and said coldly: "Everyone has a good sleep tonight, so don't bother my family."

"Oh, let me tell you another thing, I killed Sikong Xinrong."

Zuo Zhiyuan's hand holding the teacup was hanging in the air. After Xiao Shun went out, with a bang, the small teacup instantly turned into a ball of smoke and dust, with murderous intent everywhere.

On the funeral day.

The lead-gray sky envelopes the entire Jianghai City.

In the middle of winter, the cold is overwhelming.

Even so, it cannot stop the enthusiasm of Jianghai people. Part of them wanted to see the style of this century-old master's grandfather's last journey, and part of them was curious about the Ancient Martial Arts Association.

If the local *** had not specially sent someone to assist, and the Sikong family invited the city's largest security company to maintain order, it would have been surrounded by the surroundings of the Sikong family's ancestral home early in the morning.

A stone lion with a high wall and a person in front of the door is majestic and majestic.

At this time, luxury cars gathered in front of the door and were covered with shadows.

The Sikong family is in power and has a wide network of contacts in the rivers and seas. Even if some small families that are not as good as the market, there are still many important political and business relationships that need to be taken into account.

Sorrow and joy are sad, and the same sorrow as the sky.

"I am sorry for your loss."

The Song family also received an invitation letter. Sikong Jie thought about it again and again. His father was about the same age as Song Zhenhai and was two heroes who were famous in Jianghai almost at the same time. They secretly went back and forth, and they had a lot of trouble, but they did not break up after all.

In addition, the Song family and the Sikong family are both one of the four major families in Jianghai, and they have this qualification.

Of course, there are some flaunting meanings.

The deceased is respectful. Song Zhenhai dealt with Sikong Xinrong a lot when he was in charge of the Song family. Although the Song family and the Sikong family were at odds recently, he still accepted the invitation letter.

After Sikong Jie nodded, Song Ling'er supported Song Zhenhai, and Song Qingzhou was on the side and entered the mourning hall together.

Above the mourning hall, a pair of exquisitely crafted red sandalwood coffins show wealth and honor. Sikong Xinrong's black and white photos were placed in front of the desk. Song Zhenhai looked solemn, and he stepped forward to light three incense sticks and bowed to worship.

As an ally of the Sikong family, Zheng Yunhe was naturally not absent. He was wearing a black Zhongshan suit, with a small white flower on his chest, his hands overlapped in front of his abdomen, and his eyes were staring at the three Song family members.

There was also an old man standing beside him with gray hair and clear lines on his face, Chu Heshan's father Chu Jingtong.
Chapter completed!