The news that the famous paparazzi Han XX appeared at the airport and caused a terrorist attack of unknown significance was soon spread on the Internet.
There were different opinions. Some said it was for revenge on society, some said it was because of the support of evil sects, and some said Han XX just wanted to make a big news at first, but unexpectedly got himself into trouble.
But these things were not important for the Song Family. Because of the tight schedule, the Song Family had to take another flight as soon as they woke up in the morning under the arrangement of Mr. Seven.
This time, the Song Family's destination was the ancestral grave near Mount Tai, so the final destination of this flight was Jinan.
…
Song Ying, who had just woken up, was too sleepy. After boarding the plane, she wanted to put on an eye mask and fall asleep immediately. However, something happened on the plane, which made Song Ying unable to sleep at all.
"Luoqiu? Why are you here … "
Inside the cabin, a young woman had a surprised look on her face. She was so surprised that she covered her mouth with her hand.
This was a typical oriental woman who didn't belong to her in appearance. She was even like a lotus, which made people feel comfortable.
Mr. Seven said this was the granddaughter of the old lady, and she would also participate in the following trip.
In fact, this plane was not a flight, but a … private plane under the name of the Zhang Family.
"Oh … What a coincidence."
Suddenly, the surroundings seemed to become quiet.
…
After a moment of silence, Luoqiu squeezed out a sentence that didn't make the situation too quiet.
Luoqiu was indeed surprised — the woman who greeted him was his old acquaintance.
When he was in school, she was another student in his class.
At first, Luoqiu just thought that the Zhang Family was just a low-key rich family. But later, his opinion gradually changed. Now he knew that the Zhang Family, with only two women left, was still one of the well-known families in the world.
Luoqiu didn't comment on Zhang Qingrui's ability, but the old lady behind the Zhang family must be a powerful woman.
Seeing Luoqiu on the plane, Zhang Qingrui lost her composure. But Zhang Qingrui was trained by Zhang Lilanfang, so she soon recovered her composure. Suppressing her complicated thoughts, she smiled, "Yeah, what a coincidence. We haven't met for a long time, right?"
The so-called smile of a woman was probably the type of woman like Zhang Qingrui.
Song Haoran found it pleasing to the eye, and he couldn't help but compare it to his niece.
At this moment, due to her severe insomnia, Song Ying's eye bags were a little obvious, and her face looked rather haggard. Hmm … Her hair didn't seem to have been combed properly either. She could see some messy strands of hair.
"It's been a while." Luoqiu nodded. "Let's go in first."
There were still people from the Song family waiting behind him, such as the butler, Uncle Wu, and the bodyguards of the Song family.
When they sat down in the lounge of the private plane, Song Tianyou chuckled, "You must be Qingrui, right? Sister Li mentioned you many times in front of me, saying you're like a lotus flower rising out of the water, with a pure heart. Seeing you today, it's true, it's true. Seeing you reminds me of Sister Li's beautiful appearance in the capital. It's really nostalgic. "
"You flatter me, Mr. Song." Zhang Qingrui was modest and polite in front of Father Song's praise.
This won the favor of everyone, especially Zhang Qingrui, who was like an orchid in an empty valley when she was quiet, which was very pleasing to the eye.
"Hello, I'm Song Ying. Nice to meet you, Miss Zhang." Suddenly, Miss Song Ying greeted her politely.
Song Haoran glanced at her, and couldn't help but be surprised.
This girl … When did she finish her makeup?
Although Song Ying didn't put much effort into her makeup, it was much better than when she had just woken up without makeup.
In fact, what made Song Haoran speechless was … her makeup was too good.
Maybe it was a woman's talent?
"Zhang Qingrui." Miss Zhang reached out her hand.
The two of them simply bumped their hands and then sat down with a smile. However, the seat was a little narrow, so after they sat down, Song Ying quietly stepped on Song Haoran's foot.
Helpless, Young Master Song could only touch his nose. Looking at Song Ying's' kind 'smile, he stood up and said, "By the way, is there anything to drink here? How about some wine? "
"It's morning, it's not good to drink." Zhang Qingrui smiled, "If you don't mind, let me make a pot of tea for you."
"Miss Zhang, do you know something about tea ceremony?" Song Tianyou asked with interest.
In fact, this was a good opportunity to test the younger generation of the Zhang family — it was usually like this when aristocratic families interacted with each other.
If the younger generation could show their elegance in front of the older generation, it would naturally be more reassuring — because the wealth and power in the mortal world were not fixed, but passed on to the next generation.
Whether the younger generation of a world was a dragon or a snake also determined the rise and fall of an aristocratic family in the future — Old Man Song knew that he was about to retire. In the future, he would probably pass away after a period of leisure … After all, this was a necessary stage in life.
But he was worried about the foundation of the Song family, so on one hand, he hoped that Song Haoran and Song Ying could really mature, and on the other hand, he hoped to find his elder brother's descendant.
At the same time, he didn't want to see the relationship with Zhang Lilanfang cut off when the Song family was passed on to the younger generation — so it was necessary to test Zhang Qingrui.
Perhaps, Big Sister Li also had such thoughts, so she deliberately sent her granddaughter here. She also wanted to see with her own eyes whether the younger generation of the Song family had any outstanding aspects.
Thinking about it, it was just a blink of an eye.
At this moment, Zhang Qingrui said with a smile, "Although I have studied, it's not very elegant. At best, I'm just amusing myself. Please don't laugh at me."
"It doesn't matter. Put effort into making tea." Father Song said indifferently, "A person with a heart can turn dead water into running water. As for a pot of tea, all you need is running water. "
"Then I'll make a fool of myself." Zhang Qingrui nodded, glancing at Luoqiu intentionally or unintentionally.
But at this moment, she found that Luoqiu acted as if he didn't exist here, holding his chin and looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.
Zhang Qingrui smiled slightly.
In fact, she was very used to Luoqiu's dazed behavior — In the past year of school, Luoqiu was always in this state and never took the initiative to say anything to her.
Coming to school and leaving after school, the two of them had maintained a nodding acquaintance for more than a year — Zhang Qingrui thought it was inconceivable, but at the same time, she was inexplicably reassured by this male classmate who was obviously in a favorable position.
The sun and the moon in his heart probably couldn't shine on her side, right?
She recalled that time when she met Luoqiu by chance on the plane — he was accompanied by a woman who made her pale in comparison.
He said that she was someone who had been with him for a long time.
…
Father Song was a very shrewd person … He could see people's little movements very clearly — for example, when Song Ying stepped on Song Haoran just now, or when Zhang Qingrui glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
So he chuckled and suddenly said, "Luoqiu is a lover I found recently. Why, does Miss Zhang know him? "
Zhang Qingrui opened her mouth slightly. Although she had some guesses about Luoqiu, she was still a little surprised when she heard about his relationship with the Song family — the most important thing was that although she had forgotten what happened on the Mongolian grassland and had no memory of Cai Wenji and Zhang Jiao in the underground palace — she had recorded everything and sent it to her 'future self'.
She knew that Luoqiu wasn't an ordinary person, but it was hard for her to get a clear idea of what kind of person he was.
He was a strange person in the city and a member of the aristocratic family system … He really knew how to hide.
"Luoqiu and I are old classmates."
So this pleasing Miss Zhang started to brew tea while talking about how she and Luoqiu were in a class with only two people.
As he listened, Luoqiu realized that time had passed a little too quickly … Although those days were still vivid in his mind, the two of them unconsciously felt a little awkward.
"Oh? Is that so? That's really fate. "Father Song's eyes lit up slightly.
He was a person who believed in fate, otherwise he wouldn't be so respectful to Mr. Blind. At the same time, he was also a person who worshipped Buddha, so he valued fate even more.
So Father Song looked at Luoqiu and said, "Luoqiu, why don't you introduce this Miss Zhang to us? I want to hear about her. "
"She's a very good person." Luoqiu looked at Zhang Qingrui and suddenly remembered the day when the underground palace collapsed. She stood on a rock at the edge of the huge pit with her arms open to welcome the wind. He smiled and asked, "Are you still in school?"
"Yeah." Zhang Qingrui nodded gently. "I told my family that I'll talk about it after I finish school."
"Pretty good." Luoqiu nodded.
Zhang Qingrui said, "Not bad. I met a few new classmates recently. They don't know me, so I feel good … By the way, is Miss Ren still working as a reporter? If possible, I can ask her for an exclusive interview soon. "
"She'll probably be very happy." Luoqiu smiled without thinking.
He knew Ren Ziling's character too well.
Although this woman liked to interview strange news, she couldn't report to the chief editor. So if she could interview Gu Yue Zhai, a local antique magazine, Ren Ziling would probably accept it. After all, it could offset her daily misdeeds in the magazine.
"That's good." Zhang Qingrui took a piece of paper and a pen and wrote a phone number on it. "I changed my phone number recently. You can give this to Miss Ren. You can contact me at any time. I'll arrange the time."
"Thank you." Luoqiu took it.
Seeing the two talking happily, Song Haoran suddenly whispered in Song Ying's ear, "This woman is not simple. She's very skillful … You have a rival."
After saying this, Song Haoran suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Because his feet were being rubbed back and forth by Song Ying's heels. Song Ying said kindly, "What did you say?"
Zhang Qingrui seemed to feel that it was inappropriate for them to talk like this, so she smiled, "We talked for a long time, but I haven't made tea for you. Please wait a moment, let me get some tea sets."
"Take your time, Miss Zhang." Father Song nodded.
While waiting, Song Ying moved to Luoqiu's side and asked quietly, "The girlfriend you mentioned … is not her, right?"
"Just a classmate." Luoqiu shook his head and looked out of the window, "Probably a classmate I can get along with … in the past."
Song Ying looked at him suspiciously.
At this time, the plane vibrated slightly. Zhang Qingrui had to put down the tea sets when she came back with them, saying, "Sorry, I forgot the time. The plane is about to take off. Let's check our seats and fasten our seat belts."
She didn't know whether it was intentional or just a coincidence.
In the seat arrangement, Luoqiu and Zhang Qingrui just happened to sit across from each other.
The two looked at each other and smiled. They didn't feel uncomfortable.
…
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When the Song family arrived in Shanghai, Mr. Blind, who had separated from the Song family in Xiangjiang, had quietly arrived at Wudang Mountain.
This time, Mr. Blind asked Song Da and Song San to follow him.
Song Da and Song San were from Shaolin. In the circle of martial artists, Shaolin and Wudang were old rivals and had a lot of history. Hearing that they could go to Wudang, Song Da and Song San, who were real martial artists, were naturally interested and agreed without hesitation.
However, Wudang Mountain was quite big, and Mr. Blind didn't take them to the Taoist temple on Wudang Mountain. They heard that it was Mr. Blind's former residence.
Since Mr. Blind was from Wudang Mountain, did Wudang Mountain have an immortal fate?
While Song Da and Song San were guessing and exchanging glances from time to time, Mr. Blind had already brought the two of them to a bamboo forest on the mountain.
Outside the bamboo forest, there was a white-haired old man with muddy eyes waiting in the cold wind. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time, because it was obvious that this old man was shivering non-stop from the cold.
At this moment, seeing Mr. Blind walking in the cold wind, this shivering old man ran up to him. Before he could say anything, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "This junior's useless disciple, Huang Qifa, greets Ancestor!"
Song Da and Song San looked at each other. They knew that Mr. Blind had a master, and there seemed to be some things that prevented him from returning to his master. However, the two of them didn't know that Mr. Blind had his own inheritance.
After all, Ancestor and Martial Granduncle were different. Martial artists could clearly distinguish the difference between the two.
"Stand up." Mr. Blind waved his hand and asked Huang Qifa to stand up. Then, he suddenly said, "Have you seen anyone recently?"
Huang Qifa was startled and shook his head in confusion. "No … Ancestor, is there something wrong?"
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