Chapter 80 Linglong Bureau

Life is like a play.

Song Zijian. Ye Hetu was not surprised or surprised by Song Zijian's appearance. It seemed that he expected Song Zijian to appear very early. It was the reason why Ye Hetu refused to show his sword, regardless of whether Song Zijian had the intention to kill him.

"Big brother, you are really calm with what I expected. The master always praises you." Song Zijian, who gradually calmed down, replied with a calm tone. His expression changed from crazy to calm, and he still couldn't hide it from Ye Hetu, but he didn't expect that Ye Hetu's performance was beyond his imagination.

The peak of the Dragon Gang, the supreme.

There is no chance of winning in Ye Hetu's hands.

"I can't believe that the boy in those years also surprised me now." Ye Hetu smiled and said that Song Zijian could have such strength and put it on Kunlun, which was enough to surprise the old men of the Presbyterian. Maybe some people don't have a clear understanding of Ye Hetu's strength. The level of the divine list is not something that cats and dogs can peep at. Song Zijian's strength is enough to win the world's list. Ye Hetu speculates that Song Zijian now, I'm afraid no one can understand the whole Kunlun. It is extremely difficult for Song Zijian, who is hidden in the city and can endure it until now.

"When I thought I was the first person in Kunlun, you disrupted my plan." Song Zijian said to Ye Hetu very seriously that before Ye Hetu exposed his strength, Song Zijian was also secretly paying attention to him.

"Oh?" Ye Hetu followed Song Zijian's tone with great interest and said, "What's the plan?"

"Capture the position of the next leader!"

Song Zijian's tone is firm and resolute, which cannot be questioned.

"Are you very interested in the position of the leader?" Ye Hetu looked at Song Zijian with a smile and asked. Everyone has ambition in their hearts. Some people are good at hiding, while others are vigorous. Countless examples tell that the former can live longer.

"That's right." Song Zijian took a long breath. He was seriously injured. It had been speculated that Ye Hetu was only strong or weak compared with him, but because of too much self-confidence, he still took action.

"Tell me, who else in Kunlun can pose a threat to you to seize the position of leader?"

Ye Hetu did not ask Song Zijian why he wanted to sit in that position. In his opinion, he could make Song Zijian keep a heinous profile, and he must have some fetters in his heart.

Song Zijian blurted out, "If you really want me to say something, there is only one person."

Ye Hetu motioned him to continue.

"That's you, big brother."

Ye Hetu was stunned on the spot when he heard this sentence.

"Me?" He stretched out his finger and pointed to his nose, and Ye Hetu couldn't laugh or cry.

"Yes, it's you." Song Zijian looked at the black fist. As expected, the bones inside had been broken, and the eldest brother was as strong as he heard.

"Why me? You should know that I have already betrayed Kunlun." Ye Hetu explained that it is useless to talk more now, but to wait for Song Zijian to explain slowly. Ye Hetu is very willing to understand everything from beginning to end. Only in this way can he better explain it.

"You are right to betray Kunlun. In our generation, there are not many people who can be as outstanding as the eldest brother. The two generations of leaders of Kunlun are optimistic about you, but you suddenly betray Kunlun, which is a circle designed by that group of old foxes. Song Zijian said slowly, if it weren't for a chance to let him know some inside stories, otherwise he would really think that everything was as simple as it seemed.

"Why I don't know." Ye Hetu asked Song Zijian very seriously that if the circle designed by the old man and uncle, as a person in the bureau, he had no reason not to know.

"So you're stuck in the game." Song Zijian's expression was not fake at all, which made Ye Hetu in front of him half-confident. Whether in tone or other aspects, Song Zijian was more like explaining a fact.

"Big brother, which sentence can you think of now?"

Song Zijian saw the silent Ye Hetu and asked with a smile.

"If I say that the fans of the authorities will hit you?" Ye Hetu stopped thinking and raised his head and whispered, whether it was in the layout or not, since he was trapped, he must have the consciousness of being a chess piece.

These days, there are not many people with such noble consciousness as Ye Hetu.

"Haha, you really don't know!" Song Zijian suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly.

"I really don't know." Ye Hetu shrugged his shoulders and unconsciously was put on a line. He was really helpless.

Song Zijian's laughter slowly stopped, looked at Ye Hetu, and asked curiously, "Why don't you ask me why I'm interested in the position of the leader?"

Now Song Zijian uses "you" instead of "big brother", which means a little different.

"You should know what you should know sooner or later. It's not much use asking again." Ye Hetu replied faintly.

"You are still so different. At least it's much easier to talk to you than some idiots." Song Zi's modesty and gentleman's demeanor are completely exhausted. He is no longer the Song Zijian in the past. Now, except for his name and appearance, which is similar to the previous Song Zijian, nothing else has nothing to do with it.

Song Zijian is still good. Ye Hetu sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Idiot, for example."

Ye Hetu laughed.

"For example, Jun Yifeng." Song Zijian said casually that the next leader candidate is just nonsense. Those two old men are too talkative.

Ye Hetu didn't smile and whispered, "Although Yifeng's brain is not as flexible as you, I don't think he is a fool."

Song Zijian didn't care at all and continued, "The position of the leader should have belonged to me. This is what my father told me before he died."

"Your father?" Ye Hetu has never heard of Song Zijian's father. Now some people have surfaced and have something to explore.

Song Zijian lowered his head and fell into a vague memory. If Ye Hetu took action at this time, Song Zijian must be caught off guard.

But the Yehe map is still the Yehe map.

Song Zijian suddenly raised his head and slowly said a sentence in a tone that Ye Hetu had never heard before.

"I don't know if you have heard of Song Tianyun."

Ye Hetu was stunned when he heard this familiar name.

Song Tianyun. The legend of Kunlun. A very distant and unreachable legend.

Because it is a legend, many people have never heard of it. Ye Hetu also didn't know Song Tianyun's deeds, but he remembered what the master said to him before killing Kunlun: You now. It is the only hope that can surpass that person in the past 20 years.

That person, beyond, hope.

Three words outline a legend.

Ye Hetu obviously asked who the person was, and the old man's answer was as concise as usual.

Song Tianyun.

Who is Song Tianyun? Ye Hetu doesn't know. But no one knows his details better than the master. In the past 20 years, the only hope that can surpass Song Tianyun.

That year, Ye Hetu reincarnated as a monk Cangyang in Tibet.

The old man's evaluation of him is just a hope beyond.

How strong is Song Tianyun?

But now Song Zijian has repeated this name to Ye Hetu. How can he not set off a huge wave in Ye Hetu's heart?

"Song Tianyun is my father." Song Zijian said softly in a slightly sad tone that he was also unwilling to mention his father's name.

For the first time, Ye Hetu found that the inning was quite strangely arranged. After going deep into the game, he suddenly realized that his departure was just a game. Just like what the old man he called was called Grandpa in the sheep's horn alley said to him.

The exquisite bureau that is carefully arranged step by step.

"Do you have a feeling of being calculated?" Song Zijian looked at Ye Hetu, whose face was changing, and said with a slight smile. If it hadn't been for this trip to the Thirteen Imperial Tombs to verify his conjecture, he would not have got what he wanted so quickly.

He calculated others countless times, but he did not come out of the end of being calculated.

Ye Hetu sighed in his heart, "Life is like a fucking drama."

Turning to face Song Zijian, Ye Hetu secretly sensed that something was about to touch the edge, and sighed, "The Tomb of the Thirteen Emperors should also be a bureau."

Song Zijian nodded. Now, he doesn't want to hide anything.

"From the moment you came back, Kunlun already knew." Song Zijian gave an answer readily. He just wanted to let Ye Hetu know that in fact, all Ye Hetu was just a chess piece. The chess pieces used by others, even if they are powerful, can't escape the fate at the mercy of others.

"So, the news of the Tombs of the Thirteen Emperors was specially conveyed to me?" Ye Hetu understood the meaning of the words in an instant. Unexpectedly, he did not think of it. No matter how smart people are, they can't figure out this exquisite layout.

Song Zijian didn't say anything, but his eyes had confirmed Ye Hetu's conjecture.

Ye Hetu thought, is the realm of incompetence also the layout of Kunlun? This idea is decisively erased as it just appears. If the realm of incompetence is also a step in the game, then Kunlun's chess move has no meaning at all, because the things in the realm of incompetence are too important. Ye Hetu can completely infer that except him, no second person can find the text on the wordless stone tablet. If someone knows the content on the wordless stone tablet in advance, the first thing to do is to destroy the stone tablet.

"Thank you for telling me so much." Ye Hetu also breathed a long sigh of relief and figured out these things. What should be done next, otherwise it would have been a waste of other people's painstaking efforts on him.

Ye Hetu has always accepted such painstaking efforts. Maybe no one can accept others to lay out themselves as pawns.

Since Song Zijian's father is Song Tianyun, it is not surprising that he can have such strong strength and extraordinary forbearance.

Since you want to layout, I'll play bigger with you. The corners of Ye Hetu's mouth raised a range, and he was not angry at all because he found himself in the game set by others.

"If you tell me so many secrets, you are not afraid that I will kill you." Ye Hetu looked at Song Zijian and said lightly.

It must be that Song Zijian must have some cards in his hand.

"I'm afraid, but you won't kill me." Song Zijian pretended not to see the murderous intention in Ye Hetu's eyes and pretended to say easily.

He is betting that Ye Hetu will not kill him.

"Because your master is my grandfather."