The sleeping shadow suddenly opened his eyes. Although he was weak, he still stubbornly broke free from Song Yun's hand. He looked at him disgustedly and said to the two girls in the distance: "Please help me make a basin, I want to wash my hands."

The assassination failed, and Song Yun and Yingzi were seriously injured. Both of them hid in the house and did not dare to go out. Song Yun's injuries were much healed a lot. Every day, Senior Sister Zhaoyun helped to apply medicine and massage. Now she can walk normally. But she still couldn't lift her strength and could not fight with others. Yingzi was seriously injured and was still lying on the bed.

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This is an antique study room. In the past, the mahogany tables and chairs have become much lighter. The square paint in the local area is still a bit off. The books in the bookcase are densely packed with precious rare books with traditional Chinese characters written on the yellow color, new white books, and even a thick "Oxford Dictionary". A bamboo pen holder on the table is filled with wolf tycoons of different lengths and thicknesses. A stack of white paper and a square inkstone, the old man is sitting on the chair and painting intently.

He painted a woman. Song Yun later learned that this woman was the master's wife who had never met and died early. The master's wife in the painting was very beautiful. She was dignified and elegant, and she was extremely beautiful. The old man painted very attentively, and every stroke was extremely meticulous. He quickly gave himself no time to think and recall. The pen kept falling on the long scroll, and he never stopped except dipping ink. Of course, there was no reason to be unhappy. From the first time Song Yun saw him painting this woman, he had been painting for more than ten years. Every noon, he would draw a picture on time, the same person, the same clothes, the same expression, and even the same behavior and expression.

Song Yun knew that it would take him a while to finish painting, and he didn't disturb him. His eyes were circling on the row of books behind the old man. Grandma's, after he went out, he knew how many treasures there were in the master's sect. He could sell them for a sky-high price by taking out a few pieces. Even the kitchen knife used by Chef Zhang in the kitchen was antique. Song Yun's eyes had already locked in several yellowed ancient books, which were rare books of several celebrities in the Ming Dynasty. It would probably cause a sensation when he took them out.

Stealing a book cannot be considered stealing. When Song Yun was thinking about when he would "borrow" him, he heard the old man throwing his pen. When he turned his head, the painting that had been seen thousands of times had been painted.

"Tell me," the old man sat on the red horse chair, picked up the slightly warm tea on the table and took a sip.

"Old man, I messed up the matter. You have nothing to say?" Song Yun sat on the chair opposite and asked at the old man.

"If you smash it, you will smash it. No matter how much you say it, it will be useless." The old man looked very indifferent.

"Don't you want to scold me?" Song Yunzhi asked.

"Did I scold you for so many years in such a thing?" The old man raised his head and looked at Song Yun with deep eyes and said.

Song Yun felt a little moved. As the old man said, since he was a child, he was a troublemaker. No matter how much disaster he caused, the old man would take it on his behalf. Sometimes he would beat him up when he was forced. But he never scolded himself.

"What should I do later? The second elder was injured by me, and the third elder was cut off one arm by me. The Elders and the Second Elders will not give up." Song Yun said with a wry smile.

"Then I'm waiting for them to pursue it." The old man said sarcastically.

"We just do nothing?" Song Yun asked strangely. This old man is too honest.

"Do."

"What are you doing? Old man, can you discuss something with you? Can you say a few more words at a time?"

"Okay." The old man nodded and agreed.

"Damn, isn't that still the same word? What to do?"

"You are going to take over as the sect leader. I have always kept Qinglong's letter, which represents his opinion."

"At this time? I just made a fuss just now, how could the Elders agree? They would definitely hold on to the matter and want to sing me. How could they think that it is faster now? I am not mentally prepared yet, old man, why do I think you are always pushing the position of this leader? Hong Zong hasn't called him yet. You just want to get out quickly?" The current position of the sect leader is definitely a hot mountain potato. You haven't seen the powerful Qinglong go out to travel, let alone Song Yun. Now he really doesn't want to take this position.

"No, our people send back the message. Hongzong is integrating several other small sects. Their main sphere of influence is in the south, and it is not realistic to advance to the north. However, these combined small sects will be used to conduct early testing, and they have made a deal with the second elder, ready to swallow the Qinglong Gate inside and outside." The old man put down his cup and said in a deep voice.

"What should we do now?" Song Yun looked at the old man and asked, "Damn it, why don't you let me use some external power? My Shura League is not a vegetarian. Could it be that the title of Southeast King is for nothing?"

"Don't be impatient. Hong Sect is already half hidden. Their power is also famous for being domineering. Let's first settle the country and then fight against foreign countries. Fighting with Hong Sect is inevitable. Escape is useless, so you have to knock out their chess pieces when you contact them. If they dare to go north, then play with them in the north." The old man looked out the window and said with a dazed look.

"What do you mean is to get the second elder again?" Song Yun exclaimed. This old man was crazy. A person who had just been attacked by someone must have retracted himself into the turtle shell and protected himself strictly. How could he give someone a chance to take action?

"It's not assassination, it's forced killing."

"Forced kill?" Song Yun's heart was thrilled and he asked with certainty.

The old man nodded slightly, and the tacit understanding between the master and the apprentice emerged.

"How do you explain to the Presbyterian Church?" Song Yun asked with a wry smile. The group of old men in the Presbyterian Church usually have nothing to do, but they just like to take care of this and that. The power is amazing. Once they unite, they can dismiss the elders who are the ones, which is amazing.

"Why do you need to explain to them?" the old man asked back.

"But they are standing on the side of the Second Elder."

"There will be no Presbyterian in Qinglongmen from now on." The old man looked at Song Yun seriously and said word by word.

Song Yun was really shocked this time. It seemed that the old man wanted to do a big deal and then do it once and for all.

As expected, as Song Yun expected, there was no quiet for two days. The people from the Presbyterian Church sent a message to the current Grand Elder of Qinglongmen and the "desperate" Song Yun and Shadow.

Song Yun and Shadow must be interrogated in the law enforcement hall, and the position of the old man's great elder is reviewed. If the review is passed, the Presbyterian Church will dismiss the position of the old man's great elder, and then a new great elder will be selected. Of course, only a few elders from the Presbyterian Church have the right to choose, and the rest of the teacher's sect will be "represented" by them.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!