Chapter 9: Song Lao's Letter
Chapter 9: Song Lao's Letter
In the evening, around 3 p.m.
Bell tower.
Li Qian got into position, holding onto the collision bar, his expression serious.
Suddenly, his ears moved slightly and he heard the sand in the hourglass was about to run out.
He took a deep breath, twisted his waist and legs suddenly, and pushed the ramming rod with the starting posture of sword and fist, and rushed forward with great momentum, slamming into Chen Zhong.
A clear bell sounded, echoing among the mountains.
The second sound followed immediately.
It lasted for five times, and the sound of the bell continued for a long time.
Li Qian only felt that the energy and blood in his body were boiling.
This is caused by the characteristics contained in the bell sound.
He was immediately on the platform of the bell tower, practicing sword and jabbing punches, and the whistling sound could be heard faintly and continuously.
Suddenly a voice sounded under the bell tower.
"Hey, is anyone there?"
Li Qian stopped practicing boxing upon hearing the sound, walked to the edge of the balcony and looked down, only to see a young man standing there.
"Are you Li Qian?"
The young man asked.
"Yes, what's the matter?"
Li Qian nodded and said.
"I am a disciple of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall. There is a woman who claims to be your family member and wants to see you for something important."
The young man said.
"family?"
Li Qian was stunned.
Where did the family come from?
No, this body does have a family, and even comes from a wealthy family.
It's just that his mother died young, his father never liked him, and he was secretly bullied by his stepmother. His life was very unhappy, so he secretly ran away from home and took part in the entrance examination of the Divine Sword Sect.
After Li Qian was reborn into this body, he had even less feelings for that home.
After so long, he almost forgot that this body had a family.
its not right.
I came to the Divine Sword Sect to be a menial disciple and have never had any contact with that family?
With doubts, Li Qian hurriedly followed the young man down the mountain and came to the servants' hall.
In the errand hall, a slightly embarrassed girl was fidgeting. When she saw Li Qian, she asked, "Are you Li Qian?"
"Yes, who are you?"
Li Qian nodded and asked.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen this girl in my previous life’s memory?
"How often should the hourglass be adjusted?"
The girl suddenly asked an irrelevant question.
Li Qian was stunned at first, but then he realized that this girl was definitely not sent by her family.
Instead, it has something to do with Mr. Song.
Otherwise such a question would not be asked.
It was obviously a test of Li Qian's identity.
This made him feel uneasy. Could it be that something had happened to Mr. Song?
Otherwise why would this girl be so cautious.
"Thirteen days."
Li Qian replied.
This is what Mr. Song taught him.
"Li Qian, grandpa asked me to give this to you."
The girl took out a crumpled letter and handed it to Li Qian.
grandfather?
Li Qian became even more confused.
Doesn’t Mr. Song have no wife, no children, and no daughters?
How did a granddaughter appear?
He took the letter but did not open it. Instead, he asked, "Where is Mr. Song?"
"Grandpa is dead." A trace of sadness flashed across the girl's face, but she quickly regained her composure.
Is Mr. Song dead?
Li Qian was shocked.
Although Mr. Song was almost eighty years old, he had practiced martial arts for many years and was still in good health. How could he die suddenly?
He looked at the letter in his hand, took a deep breath, and opened it carefully, revealing the contents of the letter.
"Li Qian, this is my granddaughter, Song Yingying. How about marrying her to you?"
Li Qian was stunned.
The girl Song Yingying sitting opposite seemed to have known the contents of the letter for a long time. Seeing Li Qian's expression, she couldn't help but lower her head, her cheeks slightly red.
"Of course, if you don't want to, you can still do it for my sake. I hope you can take care of Yingying. I will give you a chance. The hourglass on the bell tower is empty. Two rings at 7:00 p.m. are worth a fortune. Go figure it out for yourself."
"Remember, as a errand disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, you must be careful of certain people in the errand hall. As long as you are not a formal disciple, no one can be trusted. Try not to leave the Divine Sword Sect. Even if you have to leave, you must be extremely careful."
"Oh, if only I could live a few more years."
After reading the letter, Li Qian looked thoughtful.
This is Mr. Song’s handwriting.
He had read what Mr. Song wrote before.
Even Mr. Song had specifically reminded him that he must recognize this kind of handwriting.
This shows that as early as that time, Mr. Song had already been preparing for today.
"How did Mr. Song die?"
Li Qian looked up at the girl Song Yingying and asked hurriedly.
The girl Song Yingying shook her head, seeming unwilling to say anything.
"Mr. Song asked me to take care of you in the letter."
Li Qian didn't ask any more questions and changed the subject.
"Grandpa has already exchanged me for an anonymous ID card for a menial disciple. I hope that Big Brother Li will take good care of me in the future."
She said with a slight blush on her cheeks.
There are two ways to become a menial disciple. One is to take the assessment, which has much lower requirements than for a formal disciple.
The second is to consume the sect's contribution points and exchange them for anonymous identity cards for menial disciples.
This anonymous identity card means that the servants' hall of the Divine Sword Sect only recognize the card and not the person.
As long as you register in the Miscellaneous Disciple Hall with an anonymous identity card for a miscellaneous disciple, you can smoothly grow up to become a miscellaneous disciple.
"Song Yingying, since you are here to see me as my family member, let's call each other cousins to the outside world."
Li Qian thought for a while and said.
Since Mr. Song asked Song Yingying to come to him as Li Qian's family member, it means that there must be some risks in the Miscellaneous Services Hall that he is not aware of.
What's more, Mr. Song also mentioned in the letter that he should be careful of certain people in the Miscellaneous Services Hall.
This inevitably made him wonder whether the death of Mr. Song might involve certain people in the Miscellaneous Services Hall?
"That's exactly what I meant."
Song Yingying said with her head down.
Grandpa told her that if Li Qian was willing, she would present herself as Li Qian's fiancée in the servants' hall.
Now that Li Qian revealed the identities of their cousins, she already understood what Li Qian meant.
At the same time, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, it was the first time she met Li Qian and she had no idea about him. If she was betrothed to Li Qian just because of what her grandfather said, she would feel a little uncomfortable.
It's just that she is a filial person and will not disobey her grandfather's decision.
I also understand my grandfather’s good intentions.
After all, her grandfather had told her that Li Qian had a high talent for martial arts and had a very high chance of becoming a formal disciple of the Divine Sword Sect.
On the other hand, in her grandfather's words, her qualifications are too mediocre.
Otherwise, Grandpa would have sent her to the Divine Sword Sect long ago.
Exchanging for a menial disciple status of the Divine Sword Sect was only for emergencies.
"Then I will call you cousin from now on."
"cousin."
Song Yingying nodded and shouted.
Li Qian took another look at the letter, and after memorizing all its contents, he crumpled it into a ball, circulated his internal energy, and squeezed it hard. The internal energy vibrated and shattered the ball of paper into pieces.
The contents of this letter must not be leaked.
Otherwise there will be trouble.
Without this letter, no one except him would know Song Yingying's true identity.
(End of this chapter)