Chen Qiu felt sorry for the young man in front of him. He understood the warmth and warmth of human feelings better than Yi Sheng. He could probably guess Yi Sheng’s experience in the past few days.

After Yi Sheng finished crying, he asked:

"You have had a quarrel with the Yi family escort agency and don't want to rest. So, do you have any plans in the future?"

"I'm going to go out and go around the world!"

Yi Sheng wiped his tears and said to Chen Qiu:

"Since my father died at the hands of the Five Elements Sect, I, Yi Sheng, will never die with those people in the Demon Sect! My father has a friend in Luoyang who is in charge of the Heluo Gang, and I want to join him.

Then learn a good martial arts and go to the Demon Sect to avenge your father!”

"Oh, you're such a straight person."

Chen Qiu took out a few silver notes from his sleeve, stuffed them into Yi Sheng's hand, and then called Qingqing to lead a horse from the yard.

He stood outside the door and said to Yi Sheng, who was turning over the horse:

"That money is enough for you to live in Luoyang, and you can't show it to others casually. Walking in the world is not as simple as talking. Since you have made up your mind, I will no longer persuade you.

You go to the Lijia Pharmacy in Suzhou and report my name. Someone is preparing for your trip to Luoyang. The road is far away, and Young Master Yi is walking happily.

No matter what others say, you must remember that your father is a hero.”

Chen Qiu hugged Yi Sheng and said:

"Let's meet again in the world."

"Brother Shen, I'm leaving now! Today I'll give silver and horses a favor, and I will repay you today!"

Yi Sheng rode on the horse, his eyes were red, and he clasped his fists to Chen Qiu and said:

"Take care too."

Chen Qiu stood at the door and watched Yi Sheng, wearing a mourning clothes, disappear at the street corner.

He carried his hands on his back, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the end, it could only turn into a long sigh.

If he wanted peace, he wrote a letter to Miss Lei Shiyin to talk about this Yi Sheng's incident.

With the girl's intelligence, she naturally understood Chen Qiu's meaning. Then she told her father that it would not be difficult to "because Yi Sheng fell into the water and died."

but...

Why should my passionate son bear the grudges caused by his father? This Yi Sheng is also a young man's will. Could it be that he must kill him all?

The reason is Shen Qiu's side.

If you really do something bad, then the truth will be gone.

"Forget..."

Chen Qiu turned around and closed the door, and he whispered:

"After all, I'm not cruel."

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In the misty rain building, Shen Jia had just finished playing a piano piece for several literati and scholars who came here.

It naturally won applause from the whole house. One of them had an industry in Chang'an, so he invited everyone to visit Chang'an, but Chen Lan politely declined.

She said that she was in a state of dismay recently, so she left the hall and returned to her room under the care of a group of literati and scholars. She had just taken off her coat and lay on the brocade couch, intending to take a nap.

The maid Xiuhe walked into the room.

"how?"

Chen Lan closed her eyes and slapped the beauty slap, looking as delicate as a willow support.

She asked without any end.

The maid Xiuhe, who was lying beside the bed and rolling her fingers, said softly:

"I found out, the man was called "Zhetie".

A person from Liaodong was originally from the land of Liaodong seven months ago and wanted to go to Qilu to find relatives, but was noticed by the people of Tongwu Cult.

The year of the Iron is fourteen, but he is born with divine power and has extraordinary roots and bones. He was designed and captured by the Tongwu Cult and wanted to send it to Qingyang Gate as a "gift" from the Tongwu Cult leader to Qingyang Demon Lord.

However, it was delayed by the chaos in Qilu, and has only barely set off recently."

Xiuhe said to Chen Lan, who frowned:

"Miss, this has nothing to do with us, it's just bad luck."

"You said this to the Qingyang Demon Lord, can he listen to it?"

Chen Lan said in a low tone:

"Who doesn't know about the seven sects of the Demon Sect? The Qingyang Demon Lord Ai Dachai (chai) has been arrogant all his life, has been crazy and has a bad mind. He only convinced Zhang Moye, and only followed his leader.

After Zhang Moye disappeared, he broke off contact with other sects.

Now only Mrs. Tongtang can talk to him, but for such a mess, she would ask her to come forward... This precious relationship is not so wasteful.

But if he really came to Suzhou for the sake of the iron-cut boy, it would be the time for us to suffer.”

The maid Xiuhe was also a little discouraged for a moment.

The lady is right. Although people in the Demon Cult claim to be crazy, they often have their own rules in their own way of doing things. It is not difficult to deal with it clearly.

But I am afraid of meeting a real crazy person.

And this Qingyang Demon Lord is a real madman, but he still has a great skill. Once he goes crazy, it is unknown whether Suzhou City can be kept.

"Where is the folding iron now?"

Chen Lan asked, and Xiuhe replied:

"He and Shen Qiu returned to Suzhou, but there were people from the Mo family secretly protecting each other. It would be difficult to get back again unless the lady took action personally."

"Um..."

Everyone in Shen rubbed their foreheads and closed their eyes. After a quarter of an hour, she made up her mind.

"Since you can't stop it or hide it, just make a big deal!"

Chen Lan narrowed her eyes, and there was a cold light flashing in her eyes, she said:

"I'll send a letter to my master and talk about this Suzhou. It's better to inspire him to come to Suzhou in person.

When the two demon kings come together, I don’t believe that this is the right path in the world and there will be no response! Also, if you invite Zhang Lan, you must make a good decision with him.
Chapter completed!