The leader of the martial arts world has never left, and the protection of his predecessors made me call him "Uncle Ren". I also have some fate with the heroine of Xiaoxiang Jianmen.

If I suddenly disappeared, how would they react?”

"Haha, are you, you, threatening me?"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Qingyang Demon Lord, but he didn't see how he moved. A small needle of cow hair pierced into the meridians in Chen Qiu's body, causing him to suffer.

"I'm not threatening you!"

Chen Qiu gritted his teeth and said:

"I want to say that, and let me leave a letter to my friend's family, so that I can cover it up. If you can't trust me, just watch it from the side.

I am not a brainless person either. I will not ask for trouble. I am willing to cooperate with you. With your intelligence and talent, I can't even play tricks.

Let me leave a letter so that everyone can be at peace and quiet.

You have less entanglement and I have less torture. Do you think?"

This is very reasonable.

But Chen Qiu was not sure.

It’s okay for others to forget it. Ai Dacha is really a mentally ill patient. Who knows how he will play?

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Qingyang Demon Lord sneered and hit Shen Qiu on the forehead, he said:

"You are a slap guy, but you must be dishonest. The old guy likes you so much, probably you are not a fool...

But it’s not impossible to leave a book.”

"I'll write it, you can copy it once!"

Ai Dacha opened the chains of Chen Qiu's body and sat at the table, asking Chen Qiu to grind the ink for him.

This arrogant man picked up a brush but wrote small calligraphy in small hand-held style.

The handwriting is beautiful and beautiful.

The letter he wrote was concise and said that Chen Qiu suddenly had something important to leave Suzhou for a while, and he would always come and entrust Li Yijian to tell others about it, so that others would not worry about it.

After writing, Ai Dachai stood up and waved his finger to Chen Qiu:

"Go and copy one, don't be careful, I'm watching."

Chen Qiu rubbed his wrists and sat beside the chair, thinking that although the Qingyang Demon Lord was a little crazy, his brain was very good.

It seems that I can't do anything.

He picked up the brush and copied the farewell letter written by Ai Dachai. The Qingyang Demon Lord watched from the side. The lunatic with a very fleshy face sniffed and said disdainfully:

"You are a slap guy, your hand is really bad! It's like a dog crawling."

Chen Qiu was also helpless.

He didn't know how to write with a brush at all. He wrote with a quill for a year in Suzhou.

After copying, Chen Qiu wrote in the letter:

"My sister Qingqing, it has been more than twenty days since you were separated from you, and two more days will be your birthday, but I have too many things to be too urgent, so I can only set off immediately.

My brother was deeply uneasy to celebrate you in person. I hope this matter will end on August 17th, which is the master’s birthday.

If my brother cannot return, please ask my sister to bring incense to the master for me, and memorize him and look forward to meeting him.

Shen Qiuliu."

After writing, the letter was snatched by Ai Dachai. He read it and suddenly asked:

"When is your junior sister's birthday?"

"The fifth day of the seventh month of the eleventh year of Yongding."

"How old are you?"

"The fourteenth year of the year."

"What is the zodiac?"

"Hai."

Ai Dachao and Chen Qiu asked questions and answers without any stagnation.

It seems ordinary, but it hides murderous intent.

If the reader doesn't believe it, he will make up a birthday casually and answer these three questions to know that it is dangerous.

Seeing that Chen Qiu's answer was flawless, the Qingyang Demon Lord sneered and wanted to take the stroke and stroke the last paragraph, but was stopped by Chen Qiu. The latter gritted his teeth and stared at him with a fierce look.

"Next month is my master's birthday, and the dead are the most important!

It would be fine if you plunder me to go to Qilu and prevent me from burning incense and sacrifices for my master! Ai Dacha, why don’t you let my junior sister take care of me?

You deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, and you will be sentenced to your master, and you will want to kill your master.

Could it be that everyone in the world must be as heartless as you?”

This was said bluntly, and it hit Ai Dacha’s foot with a sore throat. The Demon Lord was so angry that he slapped Chen Qiu hard in the face.

But eventually stopped in the air.

At that time, in the martial arts world, respecting teachers and respecting Taoism was the first priority, even in the Demon Sect.

The Northern Dynasties also advocated filial piety.

This is the "political correctness" of this era, and the power of political correctness has always been very huge.

Even though Ai Dachai is a complete psychopath, he still understands this.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Qingyang Demon Lord shook his hand and threw the letter back to Shen Qiu's hand. He said viciously:

"Go and hand it over to the young man next door. If you dare to play tricks, your junior sister will burn incense to both of them next year!"

"Shen is disdainful of playing tricks on such things."

Chen Qiu snorted, carried the knife magazine on his back, pushed open the door, knocked on the door of Li Yijian and the other two, and handed the letter to Li Yijian, saying that he had something urgent to leave Suzhou immediately.

He instructed Li Yijian to bring the letter back to Luoyang and hand it over to Qingqing so that his junior sister would not worry.

After saying that, he went downstairs, rode his horse, and left the piano platform.

Three miles away from Qintai, Ai Dacha was already waiting for him. The guy drove a carriage and asked Chen Qiu to get on the carriage, and set off overnight.

"If you said something more just now, you and your three friends will be burping away."

Ai Dacha sat in the carriage and asked Chen Qiu to drive the carriage.

His voice came from the car, he said:

"I'll remind you, Chen Qiu.

The nine small needles of cow hair in your body, only I and the old man from Momen can take out this world.

I don't care what you want. If you run away by your own ability, I can only admit defeat.

But if you become a useless person in the future, don’t say that I didn’t remind you!

All I want is a boy who has broken iron. I don’t care about your life. Don’t force me to take ruthless actions.

Since you are a smart person, then consider it yourself."

Chen Qiu remained silent, but just carried a knife magazine, waved his whip, and drove the car, and disappeared on the Suzhou Post Road.

Chen Qiu's sudden departure made Lin Huiyin a little surprised.

But there is a letter here, and he met Li Yijian before leaving. Even if he is confused, he cannot investigate it.

As for the others, they have nothing to do with Shen Qiu.

As the leader of the martial arts world, Ren Hao has to be busy with too many things. He also has to go to Xiaoxiang and Huainan. Then this great situation will wipe out the remnants of the Demon Cult there.

Chen Qiu's departure is like the last drop of rain in the storm in Suzhou City.

Falling into the water, it failed to cause any sensation.

A week later, in Luoyang City, Qingqing held the letter brought by her senior brother Li Yijian in her hand, but her cute little face was full of doubt.

"What's wrong? Qingqing."

Miss Lei Shiyin beside her had just finished playing the flute, and while wiping sweat, she watched Qingqing sit on the chair.

"This is a letter sent by your senior brother? Hey, this word is so ugly. Depending on your appearance, is there any problem with this letter?"

Miss Shiyin frowned by the ugly word.

But Qingqing pursed her lips and said:

"There is no problem with your letter. But... did my senior brother remember my birthday wrongly?

I am the same as Shi Yin you.
Chapter completed!