I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

Xitang Ancient Town is located in Jiashan County, at the junction of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai.

Xitang has a long history and is one of the birthplaces of ancient Wuyue culture.During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it was the border between Wu and Yue, so it was known as "Wu Gen Yue Jiao" and "Yue Jiao Family".It is an ancient water town with a thousand years of Wu local culture and one of the six ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

Three Audi cars slowly stopped outside the hotel.

This is a resort with an ancient architectural style. There are no high-rise buildings, but only independent old houses.

There are blue bricks and red tiles, cornices and a small river winding through the house.

Outside the gate of the resort hotel, stood a young man who looked about 25 years old.

"Welcome to Xitang, everyone. I am Song Qingnian of the Song family. On behalf of the Song family and Chinese Orthodoxy, I welcome all the guests of Kassel College."

Song Qingnian looked to be in his mid-25s, with a short head, a square face, and a scar at the corner of his mouth.He seemed to have been in the military, and he had a cold and capable aura about him.

"Hello Mr. Song, I am Chu Zihang of Kassel College, the captain of this operation."

President Chu shook hands cordially with the other party. Although he was young, he did not look immature due to his paralyzed face and indifferent temperament.

The Song family is quite open, and a room has been arranged for each member of the Kassel College team.

This made Han Qingcheng feel a little regretful. He still wanted to live in the same room as Lin Jin.

After everyone put their luggage away, they came to a tea room.

This tea room, which is as large as a basketball court, was arranged by Song Qingnian for meetings. As the host, he had already taken the main seat early, and a pot of the finest West Lake Longjing tea was brewed on the tea table in front of him.

The smoke slowly rises from the purple clay pot, and the entire tea room is filled with a faint fragrance of tea.

"Everyone, please take a seat."

After Song Qingnian invited everyone to sit down, he poured six cups of tea, and the maid in cheongsam behind him served the tea to everyone one by one.

"Mr. Song, please tell us the information that Orthodoxy has, and then we can discuss the battle plan."

After taking a sip of tea, Chu Zihang got straight to the point.

Han Qingcheng, who was sitting on the side, curled his lips. Apart from gossip, this murderer only wanted to kill people.

This is a tea room, not a conference room. After all, I am still a Chinese, and I am as direct as a Westerner.

Sure enough, Song Qingnian's reaction was almost as Han Qingcheng expected.

"Captain Chu, don't worry. You guys have been tired from traveling and traveling. Please take a good rest today."

Song Qingnian refilled the tea slowly with a smile on his face.

"The dinner has been prepared for you. After the dinner, you can walk around as you like. Tomorrow I will arrange a car to take you to Xitang Ancient Town for a tour. As for the mission, it doesn't matter if you put it aside for a while. We are here We will arrange personnel to investigate."

Although Song Qingnian's voice was gentle, his face looked inexplicably tough.

It was the murderous spirit developed during his military career, and the sense of oppression brought by being in a high position for a long time.

Chu Zihang did not accept this trick of mediating and remaining calm. He himself was as straightforward as his knife.Dang even expressed his objection: "The mission comes first, and the entertainment and other things can be left after the mission is over. Please ask Mr. Song to tell us the specific information first."

Song Qingnian did not show any dissatisfaction with Chu Zihang's tough attitude.

In China, anyone who has experienced officialdom or the business world can basically keep their emotions and anger a secret.

With elegant movements, he poured the tea soup in the purple clay pot through the tea filter into the fair cup, and waved to the maid on the side to add tea for everyone.

"Captain Chu, please be patient. There are new developments in the recent investigation, and the information is still being compiled. Once the information is compiled, I will share it with you as soon as possible."

Lin Jin, who was sitting on the left side of Chu Zihang, glanced at him calmly. After President Chu was stunned for a moment, he swallowed the words that were about to reach his lips again.

"Beep! Mission: Defeat the orthodox Song family representative. Mission reward: Sharingan fragment 10/40, 200 mission points."

"Cough cough~"

Han Qingcheng, who was sitting eating melon and drinking tea, suddenly coughed violently as if he was choking on water.

Damn it, what the hell kind of mission is this!

Isn’t this an attempt to undermine peace and stir up regional disputes?

System, can you be a human being and stir up trouble on the orthodox territory? Don't worry that I won't be able to return to the academy.

The slightly solemn atmosphere on the court was suddenly broken by Han Qingcheng's cough, and everyone's eyes turned towards him.

Touching the tea on his chin, Han Qingcheng smiled sheepishly.

"This student, please be careful, the tea is a bit hot."

As the host, Song Qingnian was polite.

"Thank you, thank you, I choked accidentally."

Song Qingnian smiled and looked at Han Qingcheng and nodded, "I'm sorry, everyone, I have official duties and can't continue to accompany you. You can continue to enjoy tea here, or you can walk around here. The scenery here is not bad."

After saying that, Song Qingnian stood up from behind the tea table.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Song."

Just as Song Qingnian was taking steps to leave the tea room, the big boy who could choke on his tea just now also stood up.

Song Qingnian did not speak, but looked at Han Qingcheng with an unclear smile.

"Mr. Song, I am Han Qingcheng, a first-year student at Kassel College. Before I came here, my tutor told me that all Chinese orthodox families are elites with pure blood. I would like to ask Mr. Song for advice."

Han Qingcheng walked out from behind the tea table and cupped his hands towards Song Qingnian.

The smile on Song Qingnian's face, who had always been gentle and gentle, finally disappeared, and his eyes suddenly became sharp and cold.

"You are all distinguished guests of the secret party. It is rude to fight with guests."

Song Qingnian no longer called them the students of Casal College, but instead used the word secret party.

Obviously, this man with a cold temperament put away his politeness, and the chilling air on his body immediately became thicker.

"Han Qingcheng..."

Lin Jin stood up and was about to speak out to dissuade her when Chu Zihang next to her pulled her sleeve.

Although she is from an orthodox background, she represents Kassel College at this moment.As the leader of the team, Chu Zihang had no intention of organizing Han Qingcheng, so Lin Jin naturally couldn't do anything for him.

It's just that she doesn't understand why Han Qingcheng behaved so irrationally.

Song Qingnian was obviously irritated and used the name Secret Party. The meaning was very obvious, which was to warn Han Qingcheng not to provoke conflicts between the Secret Party and orthodoxy.

"Hey, Mr. Song, you should just give guidance to the younger generation. We are just comparing notes, no harm to our friendship."

Han Qingcheng obviously had no intention of giving up. Although he spoke nicely and maintained a low posture, he made it clear that even if Song Qingnian didn't want to take action today, it would be impossible.

"Are you sure you want to provoke my orthodox Song family?"

"Mr. Song, please don't misunderstand me. This is not a provocation, but a request for advice!"

Han Qingcheng stood there with a smile on his face, his hands hanging in front of him, and his tone was firm.