Song Zining listened carefully to Qianye's story, pondered for a while, and said, "If you want to go to Zhao's residence, remember not to go in directly, first contact Zhao Jundu with a token, and let him come out to find you."
Qianye didn't expect Song Zining to say such a sentence, so he was stunned, "Do you think what he said is true?"
Song Zining's eyes flashed with complexity, "The fourth son of the Zhao Clan, although his personality is extremely bad, he is a man of his word." Besides, with Zhao Jundu's status and authority, how could he recognize a blood brother inexplicably.
There was silence in the room.
Song Zining finally said: "Although the clans definitely send juniors to celebrate the ancestor's birthday, the chances of meeting Zhao Jundu are not great, as his status is already a bit high. In fact, in recent years, it is usually the bosses who come forward in such events. Zhao Junyi and second child Zhao Junhong."
The two stopped talking and began to prepare for the trip.
From the Eternal Night Continent to the mainland of the empire, Gaoling Province, where the Song Clan is located, is quite a long voyage, and Mrs. An's birthday is just six days away, so the time is already quite tight.
Most of the things have been prepared in advance, the most troublesome thing is that Qianye needs to change his identity, including the overall disguise. However, there are so many masters in the Song Clan, and excessive modification can't hide the eyes of the strong. He only used drugs to change his skin color, and then made appropriate modifications to his eyebrows, eyes and temples, so as to change his temperament that belonged to Qianye.
Qianye's new identity is An Renyi, and he is indeed a real person. He is a steward whom Song Zining took under his command two years ago. He is three or four years older than Qianye. What's rare is that the two are similar in height and build. That person is one of Song Zining's secret sons, who rarely shows up in front of people, and will travel far away to carry out missions with no identity at all.
Originally, Qianye took this person's place to take part in the big exam. Afterwards, he became a guest of the Song family, so he can have an identity that can appear in front of people openly. It's just that people can't help themselves, who knows that they will be bumped into by Zhao Jundu in Xilu.
At noon on the third day, the airship that Song Zining and Qianye were riding on landed at the airship base outside Shangqiu City.
Shangqiu City is the capital of Gaoling Province and the main city of the Song Clan. After hundreds of years of careful management, it has become extremely prosperous. It is backed by Yunshan Mountain, facing the Lanjiang River in front, and sitting on the Canglan Plain. The city is divided into eight districts, with a population of millions, and its scale is close to that of the imperial capital.
This is also the traffic gateway of the entire province. Unlike the other three clans, the Song clan of the Shangli clan has only one province because their fiefdom is in the hinterland of the empire. However, although the land area is limited, it is a fertile land with rich products, several times that of the bitter cold frontier.
The airship slowly lowered its altitude. Qianye looked out from the porthole. The city was still far away, but in front of him was a small airship city.
Dozens of large airships were moored at the same time on the parking lot that stretched far away, lined up with almost no end in sight. In the sky, dozens of airships were circling densely, waiting to enter the port. And on the eighteen landing pads on the ground, there are constantly floating boats taking off and landing alternately.
Perhaps because Mrs. An's birthday is approaching, many small and medium-sized airships bear the marks of different families, while the airships with the family crests of the Song family show the true colors of the merchants, and the proportion of cargo ships is quite high.
Song Zining's entourage who stayed in his family had already come to wait, and his vehicle had the emblem of the Song Clan's lineage on it, and he still lined up for nearly half an hour when he left the base.
Qianye and Song Zining were in the same car, and the scene outside the window quickly reversed.
Their destination is not in Shangqiu City, but in the "Wendao Manor" in the western suburbs, where Mrs. Anguo's wife lives in seclusion.
But just by looking at the road conditions, one can tell that although "Wen Dao Manor" is called a refuge, its status among the Song clan is no less than that of the capital. It is a grand avenue that can accommodate eight off-road vehicles in parallel, not smaller than the ring road in Shangqiu City.
Not long after he got on the avenue, Qianye saw an 18-meter-high single-body power tower. Constructing a power unit for lighting and defense facilities for a road is a configuration that only the first-class highways of the Empire have.
Several off-road vehicles quickly overtook them in the lane next to them. When the two convoys intersected, a "Hey" sound suddenly sounded from one of the off-road vehicles, and then those off-road vehicles swerved and forced their way into the middle of Song Zining's convoy.
The driver slammed on the brakes, and the tires rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound.
Song Zining's body suddenly became as light as nothing, and he stretched out his hand to support the car seat in front of him, floating in the air. Qianye propped himself up on one side of the car wall, and the steel plate immediately creaked and dented, but he also sat firmly in his position without moving.
But a follower in the front passenger seat didn't have this ability. He hit his head on the window of the car and flew out, then fell to another car with a bang, and was bounced to the ground again.
The off-road vehicle spun around in a frenzied manner, bumped into the vehicle that was plugging in, and bounced to the side of the road to stop.
The door of the off-road vehicle opposite opened, and a smiling young man jumped out.
He opened his arms and shouted in a very exaggerated tone: "Ah! Isn't this my dear seventh brother? I really didn't expect to see you here. You don't know how hard it is for me to not see you! "
He snapped his fingers behind him and said angrily, "Get out of the car, are you stupid! How dare you sit in front of Qi Shao and watch me go back and chop off your legs!"
Dozens of big men jumped out of seven or eight off-road vehicles, and all of them were fighters of high rank. They stood up behind the young man and said in unison: "Hello Seventh Young Master!"
Song Zining didn't bring many people with him originally, besides him and Qianye, there were only eight fighters in the three cars. At this time, they also got out of the car one after another, but they just confronted each other, looking very weak.
Qianye's eyelids twitched, and he said softly: "It's very eye-opening, I thought those guys from the Heavenly Snake Gang came back to life."
Song Zining asked curiously, "Sky Snake Gang?"
"A third-rate gang that I wiped out on the Eternal Night Continent."
Song Zining coughed twice, opened the car door, got out of the car, and said with a smile, "Cousin Ziqi, I was also very surprised to see you here. Are these all new recruits you recruited? It looks strange. Those Where is the old man?"
Song Ziqi's eyes lit up coldly, and he said: "There was an accident recently, and the loss was indeed a bit big. But you have also seen that I have already replenished the manpower. Of course, my loss will definitely be recovered, don't you think? , Xiaoqi?"
Song Zining smiled without saying a word.
Song Ziqi glanced at the attendant who fell from the car to the ground, and said, "Isn't this already charged some interest? Oh, it can still move, life is hard enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, the driver of an off-road vehicle next to him suddenly started the engine, and directly pressed towards the seriously injured follower!
The faces of the soldiers on Song Zining's side all changed drastically. Someone rushed out immediately, grabbed the fallen follower, and retreated quickly. However, his movements were still a little slow, and he was scraped by the body of the off-road vehicle. He heard a bang, and he took several steps back, his face pale.
When the off-road vehicle started, Qianye suddenly felt a chilling murderous intent lock onto him. He looked up, and saw behind Song Ziqi a man with a short beard and a gloomy face was staring at him with a sneer.
It was a ninth-level soldier, with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood all the time, and he could tell at a glance that he was an elite veteran who killed people like hemp. Such people are very difficult to deal with, and in that kind of arena where life and death are not limited, they are often more dangerous than higher-level fighters.
Qianye smiled and moved his left hand slightly. Song Zining suddenly reached out and pressed his shoulder. So Qianye restrained his breath, and still stood quietly by the side.
Song Zining said indifferently: "Since the third brother is so anxious to collect all the interest, then please go ahead."
Song Ziqi took two steps forward, approached Song Zining, and said softly, "Do you think I will be fooled by such a fool? Killing people in the street without reason will result in disinheritance. Hehe, I just wanted his two legs just now. "
Song Ziqi turned his head and glanced at Qianye, feeling that he stabbed at Qianye unscrupulously, then smiled sarcastically, and said, "This is your guest warrior, and he hasn't even reached level nine. Seventh brother, why are your eyes getting worse and worse? Poor, or are you so poor that you can’t even afford to hire a ninth-level fighter? If you really don’t have any money, tell me, and I’ll pay you! Hahahaha!”
Song Ziqi smiled and turned to Qianye, reaching out to pat his head, just like treating a domestic pet.
Song Zining smiled as before, but a leaf-shaped cold light appeared between his right fingers.
However, Qianye frowned slightly, and suddenly kicked Song Ziqi like lightning!
Song Ziqi didn't expect Qianye to make a move at this time, and he was kicked firmly in the stomach because he couldn't react at all. His body flew upside down like a cannonball, smashed several of his subordinates away, and smashed heavily on an off-road vehicle beside him, causing the entire front hood to collapse.
The sudden change made Song Ziqi's people all stunned for a moment, and then drew their swords and guns out of their sheaths, shouting and cursing.
However, Qianye ignored those people who were clamoring to surround him, and looked over the crowd, looking at the few big men who stood still behind them, and there was an aura about them that made Qianye a little afraid.
Song Zining remained calm, and stretched out his hand to block Qianye behind him. The menacing soldiers were suffocated, but they didn't have the guts of Qianye to dare to attack the Seventh Young Master of the Song family in broad daylight.
Over there, Song Ziqi had already jumped to the ground, gritted his teeth and said, "Little bastard, you dare to attack me. Even if Lao Qi protects you, today you can only lie down and go out in seventeen or eight dollars!"
Song Zining suddenly laughed, "Song Ziqi, why are you shouting so loudly? Doesn't it look good for a general to be kicked out by an eighth-level soldier?"
At this time, someone next to him suddenly said: "Stop." With the vibration of the engine and the sound of brakes, a convoy stopped.
Everyone in the confrontation looked over in surprise.
After the conflict started, it was not that no one passed by on this road, but they all took a detour automatically.
Of course, the cars of the Song Clan recognize the emblems of the teams on both sides. Whether they are ordinary children or other heirs, they wish they had never seen them. And other aristocratic families will not come to see the excitement of the Song Clan at this time.
Qianye felt that someone was watching him, and turned his head to look, and the person who got off the main car of the team was actually Zhao Junhong. He was dressed quite formally, with silver and black as the main tone of ancient clothes. Obviously, he should be the representative of the Zhao Clan who came to congratulate him this time.
Zhao Junhong's smile was the same as always, with a hint of inadvertent arrogance in his reservedness, "Song San Gongzi, Zi Ning, long time no see."
Song Ziqi's face was ugly at first, and Zhao Junhong's greeting was far and near, but he couldn't get angry because of it. The Zhao family is notoriously short-sighted, and they always do their own way, arrogant and conceited.