A pillow of rain and coolness, a book of tea and a poem.

The drizzle of rain fell on the bluestone road, bursting out a bit of poetry. Song Zhiyu looked at the old man in front of him who was half-lying while reading poetry and drinking tea.

He stood in the rain without an umbrella, letting the rain wet his fine hair and fall on his eyelashes.

Song Zhiyu had been standing for a long time. The chill of the rain came up through the bluestone slabs and towards the soles of his feet. He felt a little cold in his heart.

Opposite him was naturally Sang Shouzuo. This well-known figure never took his eyes off the book in his hand.

It was as if he didn't even hear the accusation he just made against Qiao Shexing.

Throughout the hot summer, when it comes to fame, naturally it is the military god Xie An and the old leader Qiao Shexing, but secondly is the boss of the maintenance office - Sang Ran, the leader of Sang.

His words still carry a lot of weight.

"I've been standing there for so long without coming in to sit down. If others see it, they think that I, my old boss, have treated my former boss badly."

Sang Shouzuo finally raised his head and glanced at Song Zhiyu in front of him. Today's Song Zhiyu is a little different from before. His hair is taken care of very energetically, and the stubble on his face is shaved clean. The shoes are newly bought, as if this will make people

I find it somewhat convincing.

Song Zhiyu was silent for a moment, finally clenched his fists, then walked under the eaves and sat in front of Sang Shou.

Chief Sang has been in good shape recently. The establishment of the Monk Alliance has greatly reduced his pressure. Moreover, he has long expected that he will not be able to become the Supreme Speaker, so he has not focused on it.

Although the demon clan's affairs were troublesome, after all, the explosion was not within the Yanxia territory, and for such a major matter, he only had to participate in the vote.

The situation seemed tense, but for Mr. Sang, it was actually a bit more relaxed, especially since the Repair and Management Office was secretly weakened and became a department of the Monk Alliance.

"Sure enough, this world still belongs to you young people. I didn't expect you to have reached the realm of seed. I'm afraid it's only a matter of time before the spiritual realm is reached for you."

Sang Shouzuo poured tea for Song Zhiyu himself, and Song Zhiyu quickly picked up the teacup with both hands: "Let nature take its course. I didn't expect it to happen so quickly."

"I'm old." Mr. Sang put down the teapot. Song Zhiyu noticed that his hands were shaking. In his eyes, this powerful man was really old, but fortunately he was in good spirits.

"I originally thought that after the spiritual energy returned, my cultivation would be improved and I would be able to fulfill my ambitions, but I was wrong after all."

"I mistakenly thought that my talent was very good, but in fact I became a monk because of a bottle of the best psychic potion. I am able to get to where I am today because I have a lot of resources."

"I also missed the best age for cultivation..."

Sang Shouzuo laughed bitterly, then sighed again, and the tea in his mouth became even more bitter.

Everyone wants to be born in the best era, and no one wants to go further on this road and see the next scenery, let alone an ambitious person like him.

However, God will always close all the doors and windows for you when you are happiest.

"The Taoist realm is my limit, and as I get older, my energy is becoming less and less than before."

"Although I can live for a long time, maybe thirty or forty years, but what's the use?"

Sang Shouzuo laughed at himself, but his eyes became gentle again. He knew his limit. He reached his limit and calmed down.

This is not an acceptance of reality, just helplessness, just forget it.

If that's the case, forget it.

Because he knew Sang Shouzuo's character, Song Zhiyu was surprised. He wanted to say a few words of encouragement, but found that saying such words at this time would seem a bit hypocritical, and they only had a comforting effect.

The Taoist realm has never been his end, he has even seen the Spiritual Movement realm, so it is difficult for him to understand Sang Shouzuo's mood.

"If you want, you can take over my class. Bai Lu is too indifferent and doesn't know how to adapt. Moreover, she has been practicing for too long and doesn't care too much about the secular world."

"Hao Shuai is too glib."

"Yan Shi is good, but too stable."

"As for other people, there are more or less problems. I really thought about it for a long time and talked to Xie An. I think you are indeed good."

"I can't do it." A man can't say he can't do it, but Song Zhiyu really felt that he couldn't do it in this matter.

Moreover, he suddenly realized that what he wanted to say had been taken astray by Mr. Sang.

"Sang Lao, it's good for you to sit in this position. Everyone is convinced, and the maintenance office has been merged into the Monk Alliance, so the first position is not as dazzling as before."

Mr. Sang put down his tea cup and said calmly, "So, the key lies in the word stability."

Song Zhiyu suddenly realized that his thoughts were going around and around. Sure enough, he still came back to this question, but it was not the answer he wanted.

"In the stadium incident, tens of thousands of people died, and even your grandson almost died."

"Ten years ago, he revealed the news to the demon clan and killed my wife and daughter."

"The altar in the demon chaos ten years ago was set up by him together with Yao Fengqian. It also involved the demon clan. It is possible that he has already had contact with the demon clan."

Chief Sang couldn't help but sigh when he heard him repeat it again: "Who did you listen to?"

"Qi Chen."

"Who did Qi Chen listen to?"

"Xia Zhiyan."

Chief Sang couldn't help but find it funny: "Qi Chen is dead, and Xia Zhiyan is also dead. There is no evidence of his death. How do you want me to tell the parliament?"

"Moreover, even if they are still alive, many things don't make sense. Why did Xia Zhiyan tell Qi Chen these things? Why would Xia Zhiyan know these things?"

"Also, you said you got part of the memory given by the demon clan. Where is the bead? Don't tell me it's gone?"

Song Zhiyu was stunned and speechless for a moment, unable to refute.

Sang Shouzuo looked at him quietly. He was very optimistic about Song Zhiyu back then, and of course he is very optimistic about it now, but the other party has never recovered from that accident.

"So, what do you want me to say? I need evidence."

"I can't point my finger at Mr. Qiao's nose and yell. Besides, he has just become the Supreme Speaker. I don't want to be dismissed directly." Chief Sang said with a smile, but Song Zhiyu did not laugh.

"I know that there are some things he will do, such as things in the gym, but this is limited to dissatisfaction with me and Xie An. We feel guilty, so we didn't say anything. Those who died will eventually have to have an explanation, so in the future

I will give you an explanation."

"But not now."

Sang Shouzuo looked at Song Zhiyu seriously and indifferently: "Do you know what time it is now? In almost three days, the monster will explode, and more people, even hundreds of millions, will die."

"Then, the monsters will take advantage of the chaos and attack us again."

"The people in the mountains couldn't come out, they couldn't control us, and then there was a war, and a lot of people died. You should remember that scene, the corpses were piled on the ground like rice, in piles."

"Compared with these things, what he did was actually trivial."

Song Zhiyu lowered his head, looked at the tea cup, and looked at the reflection inside.

"Old man Qiao doesn't have any bad intentions, otherwise he wouldn't have fought so hard on the battlefield, let alone lost his dignity to convince the four major forces."

"My grandson almost died, and the military god's daughter almost died, but we didn't say anything, but we understood his thoughts, so when he was about to become the Supreme Speaker, we had nothing to say. It was back then.

I owe him."

"Song Zhiyu, this is not a fairy tale. There are no absolute good guys and no absolute bad guys. Even if he killed your wife and daughter through the demon clan, shouldn't the culprit be the demon clan? You should kill the demon clan.

"

…

Song Zhiyu left Sang Shouzuo and walked outside.

Hao Shuai jumped out from the side, squinted his eyes, and patted his increasingly fat and round belly.

"I said, don't be too aggressive. You can't tell whether these things are true or false."

"No one would think that at this time, there would be conflicts within human beings, especially if they are related to the Supreme Speaker."

Song Zhiyu said to Hao Shuai: "Fat Hao, what if someone kills your family?"

"I have no family."

"So, you don't understand."

"There will be an explosion in three days. Now I only pray that there will be fewer deaths, and I don't think about anything else." Hao Shuai reminded.

Song Zhiyu understood what he meant, and then he declined the banquet invited by a group of friends from the maintenance office and left.
Chapter completed!