The news of Song Zining breaking through the God General's Heaven Pass spread like a storm across the empire in an instant, and the repercussions aroused were far greater than when Zhao Jundu became a God General, and even more sensational than Qianye's retreat in Ningyu Mansion.
In recent years, the empire has been rejuvenated, and the younger generation of geniuses has emerged in large numbers, with achievements far surpassing those of their parents. In all the powerful families, there are some children who were originally hidden as the second hand, and they have made rapid progress to the point where they can be put on the stage. However, no one thought that after the twin stars of the empire, Song Zining would be the first among the younger generation to break through the sky.
The vision of prosperity in the world that day was witnessed by tens of thousands of soldiers of the empire, and the future is boundless.
People in the empire reacted differently, some cheered, some praised the country's prosperity, and some were worried. However, when people think of the original Song family and the current Song family, they rarely resonate, that is gloating.
The Song family in Gaoling, Wendao Manor, Mrs. An Guogong's former residence had just been cleaned neatly, Song Zhongnian was patrolling the garden, busy retainers were everywhere on the road, moving things back and forth.
This was Mrs. An Guo's favorite place to live. After she passed away, the Presbyterian Council passed a resolution to seal up this place to commemorate the old lady forever.
Beside Song Zhongnian, stood a graceful beauty, quiet and graceful, soft and fresh. There was sadness in her brows, and she looked around from time to time, as if she wanted to keep everything in her eyes and remember it in her heart.
"Ziyan, what are you thinking?"
Listening to Song Zhongnian's question, Song Ziyan said in a low voice: "I just remembered how kind my ancestors were to me during his lifetime. After today, I, I'm afraid I won't be able to come here again."
At this moment, Song Zhongnian's face was full of worry, his wrinkles were a little deeper, he looked as if he was ten years older. He also sighed, and said slowly: "This is a last resort. The children and grandchildren are unworthy, and they have no face to face the ancestors. The elders probably didn't want to come here, so they made such a decision. Even if it is me, why would I want to set foot here again? ? The Song Clan, after all, I was the one who lowered the Clan. I don’t know what the history books will say about me in the future, and it probably won’t be too good.”
Song Zhongnian laughed self-deprecatingly, and said again: "It's just a pity for you. Now I am the Song Clan. No, the Song family is in troubled times, and your marriage has been implicated instead. The Kong family has rejected the engagement again."
Song Ziyan shook her head and said softly, "I didn't want to marry at all!"
"How can you say that! Girl, you're going to get married sooner or later. Don't worry, I'll make arrangements for you later."
Song Ziyan raised her head and said, "My marriage is not important, but at this point, are you still unwilling to call seventh brother back?"
"Why is he still willing to come back?"
"Now that the family is in trouble, the seventh brother will definitely come back."
Song Zhongnian sighed, and said: "You still don't know, Zi Ning has teamed up with Qian Ye, and I heard that he has made a big career in Yong Lu recently. It seems that Qian Ye is going to become king, Zi Ning will make friends with him." Well, it won't be so bad, how can you value my Song family's family business? Besides, when Zi Ning left, he had already finished talking, now when he comes back, how will he face these elders?"
Song Ziyan said: "Grandpa, are you still thinking about those elders? They only care about themselves, how can there be someone who cares about the overall situation? If the seventh brother can come back, why do you still listen to them? In my opinion, disbanding the elders will not be enough gone?"
"Nonsense! The Presbyterian Church is a regulation left by the ancestors. Which powerful family is not like this? How can this be a joke?"
"If you must keep it, then just change a group of elders."
"What do you know, wouldn't it be more cynical to do so?"
"That's better than letting them tear down the Song family slowly!"
Song Zhongnian's face was livid, he snorted heavily, and said: "This is not a topic that you, a girl, can participate in."
Song Ziyan sighed, slowed down her tone, and said, "With the ability of my seventh brother, I'm sure I can hold down those elders."
"Can it be suppressed? How can he suppress it? He is not even a general, how can people listen to him?"
"Seventh brother will become a god general sooner or later. Besides, even if he is not a god general now, who is his opponent in the family? What's more, there is Qianye helping him." Speaking of Qianye, Song Ziyan's eyes dimmed a little, and immediately Back to normal again.
Song Zhongnian frowned and said, "It's not your turn to intervene in family affairs! If it's really that easy to become a general, my Song family won't be unable to produce a general for so many years since our ancestors. When he really arrives Let's talk about that day."
At this moment, a servant rushed over and shouted: "Patriarch, urgent... urgent report!"
"What's so flustered! What is it like! If you're so unsteady, go to Yuelu!" Song Zhongnian was in a bad mood at the moment, and after a few words of reprimand, Fang unhurriedly opened the envelope and pulled out the inside The urgent report, read it.
After taking a glance, Song Zhongnian suddenly became stiff, and the urgent report fell to the ground, but he didn't know it.
Song Ziyan was curious, picked it up and looked at it, her face was filled with joy, and she shouted: "The seventh brother has become a super general?! Great, my Song family finally has a super general! Grandpa..."
She looked up, just in time to see Song Zhongnian's face, and her voice slowly dropped. At this moment, she suddenly understood that if Song Zi was at ease, there would be no hope, and she might be able to go home. Now that he has broken through the Heavenly Gate of God General, there is no hope of ever coming back.
In the Imperial Palace, Jiaofang Palace, Empress Li leaned on the couch, stroking the cat in her arms. It was very warm in the hall, but she was still wrapped in thick velvet, and her face was abnormally pale.
An old servant walked in, holding the booklet in his hand, and began to read the important affairs of the empire one by one. The first one is that Song Zining made a breakthrough before the battle, broke through the sky, and became a super general.
Empress Li was startled, and unknowingly exerted a little force on her hand. The cat in her arms was in pain, and with a meowing sound, it struggled to escape and hid in a corner of the hall.
"He has also become a god general, which is really unexpected."
The old servant stopped reading, and said: "This is indeed an accident, maybe the Song family can be promoted back to the top, not necessarily."
Li Houdan said: "If he doesn't become a general, he can still go back. Now that he has become a general, he can't go back, unless he can be ruthless and wipe out all the elders."
"This matter is very easy for Qi Shao. No one in the Song Clan has been his opponent for a long time, right? Even if all the elders come together, they can't help Qi Shao who has the prosperity of the world. This kind of force is the most important thing. Don't be afraid of group battles."
"Whether he can be killed or not is one thing, but whether he can be ruthless or not is another." Li Hou suddenly smiled, and said, "Besides, he has a good future now, so why should he be contaminated with such blood."
"Your Majesty, Shengming." The old servant understood.
Empress Li changed her posture, frowning slightly, thoughtfully.
"The addition of a strong man to the empire is a great thing, but why does the empress seem a little unhappy?"
Empress Li sighed, "I'm having a headache. You say Zi Ning is good at cultivating the secrets of heaven, or not?"
"You don't need to ask this question. Your Majesty is an old slave in the school examination. Naturally, the Seventh Young Master is... naturally..." The old servant was halfway through speaking, but suddenly he was speechless.
"Why, what's the trouble?"
The old servant also sighed, and said: "The old servant originally thought that with the prosperity of the world, he had to try his hand at the Heavenly King. Now Lord Jundu has no hope of the Heavenly King. To be honest, Qianye is not my race. The one who can see it is Master Zining. But if the Seventh Young Master has practiced the Heavenly Secret Technique, his achievements may not be inferior to Lin Shuai. Which one is more important to the empire, Lin Shuai or the Heavenly King, this old slave really can’t tell.”
Empress Li sighed, "That's why I have a headache."
She got off the couch, stretched out her hand, and the cat flew out from the corner and landed in her hand. While stroking the cat, Li Hou said, "Let him have a headache for this kind of thing, what are we worrying about here?"
The old waiter hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Your Majesty is absolutely right."
Empress Li waved her hand, and the old servant left the hall. Outside the courtyard gate, two servants got together and whispered to themselves:
"Have you heard that the Seventh Young Master has become a master!"
"Which Seventh Young Master?"
"Except for the former Seventh Young Master of the Song Clan, who else can become a god general?"
"Aren't the Song family going to regret their death?"
"I've never seen such a deadly person, even someone like Qi Shao can be kicked out. It's too much for the Song Clan not to be degraded!"
The old servant stood beside him, and shouted with a heavy face, "What are you talking about here! Let me catch you again, and I'll pull out your tongue!"
The two servants were taken aback, one of them smiled and said: "This is not a big deal, at the latest half a day, the whole country will know about it, right?"
The old servant thought about it, thought it was true, and walked away. He came to a side courtyard, spread out a piece of paper, wrote a few paragraphs in small letters, carefully rolled it up, put it in his pocket, then changed into casual clothes, reported to foreign affairs, and left the palace gate.
He seemed to be wandering around the city casually, and after half an hour, he arrived at a shop selling specialties from various places.
The chief came out immediately, laughed and said, "My lord! What do you want this time?"
The old servant casually picked up a vase to have a look, then put it down again, and said, "What's new recently?"
The master turned into the inner room, took out several boxes after a while, and said: "This month's new products are all here. If it is special, it is that Yonglu produces more."
The old servant opened the box and looked at it, then shook his head and said, "There is nothing good, let's talk about it next time."
"Go slowly!" The master kept sending the old servant out, and then moved all the boxes back to the inner room. He recalled the order in which the old servant inspected, picked out one of the boxes, opened the lid, and saw an extra piece of paper inside.
Two days later, this piece of paper arrived in the Twilight Continent and was delivered to a mysterious person. The person the messenger saw was wrapped in armor, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
He opened the letter, carefully read it several times, and then put it away. He took out a crystal clear source blood, put it in the messenger's hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Good job, this is the reward."
The messenger was overjoyed, knelt down on one knee, and said, "Thank you, my lord!"
The mysterious man turned and left, and every step he took would spark a purple-black blood fire that would last for a long time.
The ancient castle of Thebes is currently undergoing large-scale expansion, and it looks like a large construction site. Except for the mask that ordinary people would only pull down when fighting, the mysterious man can't see anything special, just like the most ordinary blood race.
He came to a side hall and entered a corner room. The interior of the house is poorly furnished, with only the simplest furniture. As soon as he sat down, the door was pushed open, and an old white-haired blood came in.
He looked at the mysterious man with pale, almost colorless eyes, and asked, "Have you got it?"
"got it."
"How about it?"
"Exactly in line with our conjecture, and even exceeded."
"very good."
The white-haired old blood didn't ask for the paper, and turned to leave. The mysterious blood sat down, leaning against the wall, looking at the dim lights on the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.