As he said that, he was about to rush forward, intending to defend his brother, but was caught tightly by Cai Zhao.
"Third Senior Brother, are you stupid too?" The girl's eyes were full of vigilance. "Even without the inference we just made, based on Young Master Xiuzhi's words alone, it may not be possible to convict your brother. As long as your father insists on waiting until Master and Uncle Zhou and others will make judgments when they arrive, so what can they do? So, why do your three elders and Yang Heying dare to attack tonight - this is the most dangerous thing!"
Song Yuzhi's eyes widened, and the scene he saw at the city gate came to mind, and cold sweat suddenly broke out: "He, they have colluded, they have already arranged it! I'm going to give a warning!"
"It's too late!" Cai Zhao whispered, "It's best for us now..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Shijun heard a loud roar, "Don't bully others too much!"
While Cai Zhao and the other three were talking, several people in the venue had already been arguing fiercely for several times. Song Shijun saw that all the good talk was useless, and his anger welled up and he refused to give in any longer.
Yang Heying smiled pointedly and said: "With all the witnesses and material evidence, I hope that the head of Song Dynasty will not be stubborn and protect the traitor!"
"Er Qianzi, shut up! I will settle the score with you later!" Song Shijun roared, turned around and said in a deep voice, "Third uncle, you and my uncle and nephew are blood relatives, are you really going to make a quarrel to the death? !”
Yang Heying was hit hard by the scolding, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he forced himself to endure it.
The third uncle stroked his long beard leisurely, "Shi Jun, my nephew, you have to know that after your grandfather passed away, the person who inherited the position of head was my eldest brother from the same mother. Unfortunately, before he gave birth to a son, he had an affair with me. I was fatally injured in the duel with the Demon Cult. My eldest brother originally wanted me to succeed him as the leader, but your father took the opportunity to convince the elders of the clan and took away the position of the leader before my eldest brother died."
Song Shijun sneered: "When my eldest uncle passed away, third uncle, you were only sixteen years old, how could you have the ability to be the leader and establish a family! My father is older than you and has prestige and power, so it is only natural that he succeeds to the throne!"
"Okay, okay, okay." Third Uncle Zu said leisurely, "I was incapable of taking over as the leader, and now your son Song Maozhi has no talent or virtue, and is not worthy of the position of leader. I advise you to move your position."
Song Shijun sneered repeatedly, "Okay, I understand."
He added, "Second uncle, you have always been peaceful and kind, why are you persecuting me now?"
The second uncle slowly stood up and said, "I am a good-for-nothing. In my early years, I fought to the death with the Demon Sect for the Guangtian Clan. All five of my sons died in the battle. Finally, I got another son in my later years. I didn't want him to be successful, as long as he was safe. It would be nice to live a long life, so I named him Shitai. I have always taught him that although he is an elder, he still has to be more tolerant to Maozhi. When Maozhi becomes the leader in the future, I will not treat him badly. "
Song Shijun became uneasy: "Brother Shitai, brother Shitai..."
The old man's eyes were filled with water, "Three years ago, Maozhi went into the mountains for hunting, and asked Shitai to lead people to guard at the foot of the mountain. Unexpectedly, it was stormy and thunderous that night. Shitai was afraid that Maozhi would be blamed later, so he never dared to leave without permission. . Later, the rocks and mud rolled down, and he was actually buried alive in it! Taier, he didn’t know until his death that Maozhi had already gone down the other side of the mountain road..."
The old man's voice was full of sorrow and sorrow, and most people in the venue felt sympathy.
Song Maozhi was angry and anxious: "How can you blame me for this! I just said it casually and did not let Uncle Shitai stay there! Seeing that the weather is not good, anyone with a brain will know to leave quickly. Who can Knowing he is so stupid..."
Snapped!
Song Shijun slapped him hard in the face, directly interrupting his idiot son's words, "Shut up!"
The second uncle's laughter was worse than crying, "I'm not a good father. I never let Tai'er spend a day happily. I just kept reminding him to be humble, gentle and patient. Even though he died, I don’t dare to be angry for too long, because I still have to take care of my disciples, and I can’t offend the current and future leaders. My poor Tai’er…”
After saying these words, all the Guangtianmen disciples behind him were filled with indignation and shouted loudly - "I will seek justice for my master (grandmaster)!"
Song Shijun shook his head, cupped his hands and said, "I feel sorry for Brother Shitai. Second cousin uncle, I understand what you mean."
He turned around and said again, "Great-uncle, what do you say? How did our father and son offend you?"
The great-uncle of the fifth room chuckled and said, "That's not true. It's just that Maozhi is young and energetic, and he increasingly dislikes us old guys. He is squeezed out everywhere and looks sideways. I think that when Maozhi becomes the leader, we will The days ahead will be difficult.”
Song Shijun bit his cheek and nodded: "I understand."
He finally looked not far away and said in a loud voice, "Xiuzhi, you saw it. They asked you to be a witness because they wanted to force your father and brother to death."
Song Xiuzhi smiled extremely painfully, "Father, at this time, you are still protecting Maozhi. After everything Maozhi has done over the years, from the unnecessary death of Uncle Shitai to the alienation of the Song clan, do you still think that he can be the leader? The leader?"
Song Maozhi covered his face and roared: "If I don't take responsibility for anyone, will you do it?!"
Song Xiuzhi whispered, "If my father and Mao Zhi have any doubts about me, I am willing to commit suicide immediately."
Song Mao was stunned, Song Shijun had complicated eyes, only Yang Heying shouted, "Suicide is not an option, my daughter Xiaolan is still waiting for you to get married, what a good son-in-law, haha!"
The third uncle smiled and said: "Don't worry, Master Yang, I will organize a glorious wedding ceremony for the two children later, hahaha..."
Seeing these two wretched old men laughing at each other, Ning Xiaofeng was so disgusted that she turned her head and bit her ear: "I never thought that a person as delicate and sweet as Yin Qinglian would give birth to a fool like Song Maozhi!"
Cai Pingchun said softly: "When the situation becomes chaotic later, you must follow me closely and not leave even an inch."
Ning Xiaofeng was stunned: "What?"
Cai Pingchun glanced calmly at the scene and whispered: "I came prepared. Song Shijun is in big trouble now. Fortunately, he is good at martial arts and has many close guards, so it will not be difficult for him to escape."
When it came to this matter, Song Shijun was no longer polite, "Three elders, if I insist on not obeying my orders, what do you want to do? Do you want the children of the Song family to kill each other?"
The third uncle said: "That's not possible." He glanced over, and Yang Heying smiled and gestured to his confidants behind him.
The confidant immediately blew his whistle, and within a moment, he could hear the roar of shouts and shouts from all around, and a large number of disciples of the Siqi sect in black horse and yellow clothes surged up like a tide. Suddenly, the enemy and ourselves were greatly outnumbered.
The third uncle said loudly: "Master Cai Valley, Mrs. Cai, our Guangtian Clan is going to clean up the house today. How will you treat me?"
Cai Pingchun's expression didn't change: "Luoyinggu has always lived in seclusion, and doesn't like to pay attention to the disputes in the world."
The three elders of Guangtianmen were all satisfied after hearing this statement.
Yang Heying was confident: "Brother Shi Jun, if you're smart, you'd better just go ahead and capture him!"
Song Shijun said disdainfully: "With these little soldiers and generals, our Guangtianmen disciples still don't take them seriously! Disciples, listen to my orders and form an array!"
Unexpectedly, the three elders of the Song family ordered their confidants to issue orders at the same time, and the number of Guangtianmen disciples behind Song Shijun suddenly decreased by more than half.
"You!" Song Shijun's eyes were bloodshot and he felt great hatred in his heart.
Pang Xiongxin shouted: "You bastards, are you worthy of the master's kindness?" He added, "Brother, master, don't worry, we still have dozens of temple guardians, each of them is one against a hundred! "
Hearing this, the guardians of the temple behind him drew their swords and swore - "We all obey the master's orders!"
Before Song Shijun's expression calmed down, his third uncle waved his hand, and his close disciples escorted dozens of old, young, women, and children up, shouting, 'Dad, I'm scared,' 'Husband, please help me'...
Guangtianmen is huge in scale, with houses stacked on top of each other. The Song clan members and the families of children with other surnames all live together. It was originally meant to restrict loyalty, but in this way, as long as the people inside are willing, they can accurately place the guardians of the temple in the same place. The family members were captured.
Cai Zhao couldn't help but admire: "This is a good trick. The Song family can't kill the Song family, but they can restrain their children from taking action, and then let the people from the Si Qi sect come and kill them."
"You're still joking at this time!" Fan Xingjia's nervous voice trembled, "Look at Third Senior Brother's face, why don't we go out?"
"If they don't go out, they haven't used all their cards yet." Cai Zhao said calmly.
Sure enough, amid the cries and begging of women and children, more than half of the temple's guardians and disciples behind Song Shijun were lost, and they were surrounded by the Shahu Gang of Siqimen and the three elders of Guangtianmen.
"Do you really want to kill them all?!" Song Shijun's voice was hoarse.
Yang Heying sighed: "Actually, it's not the case. We just wanted to..."
The silent young man Shatian suddenly shouted: "I want to avenge my grandfather, Song Maozhi will accept his life!" After saying that, he pulled out a dagger from his arms and rushed towards Song Maozhi.
Everyone present was a master of martial arts. One look at the young man's footwork revealed that his martial arts skills were low. Cai Pingchun was the only one who frowned slightly.
Song Maozhi laughed loudly, flew up, kicked with both feet, first kicked the dagger out of the young man's hand, then kicked the young man to the ground, then grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and held him hostage: "Which of you dares Come up here, I’ll kill this kid first!”
Song Shijun expected his son's safety to be safe, so he took a few steps forward and was about to bargain with Yang Sha and others. At this time, Cai Pingchun suddenly shouted, "Song Maozhi, be careful!"
Everyone turned around and saw Sha Tian, a young man who was kneeling on the ground with his neck restrained, suddenly raised up, spread out the fingers of his left hand, and grabbed Song Maozhi's abdomen with his backhand. His force was extremely cruel.
Song Maozhi felt severe pain in his abdomen and immediately slapped Shatian with his palm. Unexpectedly, Shatian took the lead and hugged Song Maozhi. Song Maozhi slapped Sha Tian in his arms with his backhand. He only heard a few clicks, and there was a constant sound of bones breaking in Sha Tian's body. However, he still hugged Song Maozhi tightly and refused to let go.
Song Maozhi improved his Qi Luck Skill and struggled hard. He was shocked to find that the young man's skill was not much lower than his own, and his two arms were like iron bars welded tightly to his body. At the same time, Shatian's right hand also raised its claws and stabbed Song Maozhi's vest with all his strength. Song Maozhi screamed, his body covered in blood.
This sudden change shocked everyone. A moment later, Song Yuzhi flew away without hesitation. Song Shijun and Pang Xiongxin also arrived at the same time, one with his palm and the other with his sword, and struck the young Shatian with all their strength.
Shatian groaned and was knocked out like a broken rice bag. However, Song Maozhi also collapsed. A big bloody hole was seen in his vest, his ribs were broken, and the wound almost penetrated his chest.
Song Maozhi opened his eyes wide and lifeless, took two rapid breaths, and stopped breathing when Song Shijun and Pang Xiongxin called out in grief. Song Yuzhi, who was far away, arrived at this time and lay down next to Song Maozhi's body, crying bitterly.
"Tian'er, my Tian'er!" Sha Zuguang also cried while holding his son's body, and then quickly shouted, "Go ahead, kill them and avenge my son!"
——The melee begins.
Song Yuzhi didn't have time to talk to his father, so he immediately drew his sword and swung it at the people of Siqimen and Shahu Gang.
He had superb swordsmanship and profound cultivation. He soared and jumped in the night sky, and his figure was like a strong and graceful white rainbow in the night sky. Everyone where the sword was swung fell like grass.
Obviously, Yang Sha and the others did not expect that Song Yuzhi would also come. When they saw Song Shijun leading his disciples over there to kill him wildly to avenge his son, there was no one who could match Song Yuzhi over there. Yang Heying shouted: "You three, please leave." It’s time to watch the show, if Song Shijun and his son are allowed to overturn the situation, I can still hide back at Si Qimen, what about you?!”
Sha Zuguang also shouted: "If you want to do big things, you have to be ruthless. Don't think that you can accomplish things with clean hands!"
The expressions of the three elders of the Song family darkened, and they led the crowd forward to fight.
The original situation was for Song Shijun to fight Yang Heying and Sha Zuguang alone, while Pang Xiongxin and Song Yuzhi led their disciples to kill the Siqimen and Shahu Gang disciples. However, when the three elders of the Song family with profound skills joined in, the situation was immediately reversed.
After a while, more and more of Song Shijun's disciples fell. Song Yuzhi fought against the three elders of the Song family alone, while Pang Xiongxin led the crowd to fight against his fellow disciples.
Seeing that the Song family father and son were struggling to support themselves, Ning Xiaofeng said in a trembling voice: "Brother Xiaochun, why don't you go and help them."
Cai Pingchun said calmly: "I want to protect you first." - In his heart, Song Maozhi was domineering and stupid, and he did not take human life in his eyes, and it was his own fault. Not a completely innocent person.
Blood and flesh were flying everywhere in the field. Fan Xing's family was horrified when they saw it, and whispered: "Zhaozhao, why don't you go and help?"
Cai Zhao shook his head, "There's no rush. If you look carefully, the three elders of the Song family actually showed mercy. They mostly injured people or tapped their acupuncture points. They probably wanted to capture Head Song and the others alive. The lives of the three senior brothers should not be in danger."
At this moment, a cold dart was shot at Song Yuzhi silently, with a very cunning technique. Song Yuzhi was busy dealing with the three elders, so he might as well have been shot, and the severe pain was followed by a strange numbness.
Seeing that Song Yuzhi was injured, the second uncle and the great uncle felt compassion and both jumped back.
Only the third uncle thought that if he wanted to seize the position of head and pass it on to his son, his nephew Song Yuzhi, who was extremely talented in both civil and military affairs, was a serious problem. He was already injured, so he just kept doing it.
Song Shijun glanced sideways and immediately guessed what his third uncle was thinking. One of his sons had already died and he could never lose another son. He immediately used ten of his powers to frantically throw away Yang Sha and the two of them and rushed towards his third uncle.
When the third uncle saw Song Shijun charging towards him like a mad tiger, with red eyes and fierce palm wind, his heart trembled and he immediately returned his palm to meet the enemy.
The four palms struck each other fiercely, and the energy flowed around him. Song Shijun was in his prime, and his cultivation level was even higher. The third uncle was beaten until blood spurted from his mouth, and he flew far away to the ground.
However, Yang Heying and Sha Zuguang also arrived at this time. They hit Song Shijun on the back at the same time. Cai Pingchun shouted "despicable" and used the force of his palms to fly the cups on the coffee table next to him.
Sha Zuguang's cultivation level was slightly inferior. After being hit by a tea bowl on his vest, he immediately lost his energy and fell heavily from mid-air. Yang Heying was much stronger than him. Despite being hit by a tea bowl, he still fought hard to hit the big hole in Song Shijun's back. . There were just two pops, and Yang Heying and Song Shijun spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time. Pang Xiongxin and the disciples of Siqi Sect both stepped forward to snatch them back.
Seeing that their third uncle was seriously injured, the second uncle and the great uncle leaped back again. Song Yuzhi endured the shoulder injury and luckily pushed out his palms to strike each other with one palm.
There was no evasion in the internal duel. Although the two elders were merciful, they felt their arms go numb and blood surged in their chests. They both said in their hearts, 'This kid is so powerful.'
Song Yuzhi pushed back a few steps, holding back from vomiting blood.
Yang Heying covered her chest and shouted loudly, "Wang Laosi, what are you waiting for? Squirt, squirt, squirt!"
Following his command, a group of Si Qi Sect disciples came up carrying strange-shaped lacquered wooden tubes. Before anyone else could react, Cai Zhao's eyes darkened, "Sure enough, there is a vicious back-up move!"
The long barrel of lacquered wood twitched, and a stream of water mist filled with a fishy and rotten smell sprayed out from the end of the barrel, raining down on Song Shijun and others like raindrops.
In the dark night, under the round bright moon, a slender and ethereal girl's figure flashed across the sky. She held a handful of broken silver darts the size of tea leaves in her hand, and shot them down like stars in the night sky. There was a constant sound of tinkling, tinkling, and tinkling. Long wooden tubes exploded one after another.
Ning Xiaofeng shouted happily: "Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao, you are here, come to mother quickly!"
Cai Zhao responded and quickly picked up the seriously injured Song Yuzhi before the venom spread and retreated towards Ning Xiaofeng.
Cai Pingchun's pupils shrank and he shouted: "This is Lu Chengnan's 'Bone-Eroding Sky Rain', Yang Heying, how could you have such a thing!"
Yang Heying forced a smile: "After Nie Hengcheng's death, I seized it during the encirclement and suppression of the major branches of the Demon Sect, and I have been hiding it until today!"
