"But it's a bit far-fetched. Maybe it's just a matter of speaking for Fan Qingqing. I guess he's also trying to repay kindness. After all, Chen Qiu had saved the eldest lady."

"Um."

Master Lei nodded.

He asked again:

"Then, how do you decide on this?"

Manager Zhao bowed and said:

"The master has made a decision, so why should I ask me?"

"Old Zhao!"

Master Lei opened his eyes, picked up the hookah and took a gulp, and he looked at Manager Zhao with dissatisfaction, and he said:

"You and I are brothers who are deadly, so you can also play this trick of charming the best with me?

If you say it, you say it."

"Haha, sir, don't be angry."

Manager Zhao smiled. He stood beside Master Lei, his face slightly serious, and said softly:

"I don't think we have to interfere in this matter.

The master’s thoughts and the lady’s statement actually make sense, but now is not the time for the bow to be on the string, so why not take a look at the situation first.

If Chen Qiu had no blessings, he would die if he died, and no one would blame others.

But if he can see a glimmer of life, I might as well help him.”

Manager Zhao’s opinions are summed up in one word.

Gou.

Don't act first, let's talk about it.

Be prepared for both hands and wait until the situation is clear before making plans.

Anyway, according to Fan Qingqing, Chen Qiu was just kidnapped, and the Qingyang Demon Lord abducted him to find someone.

In other words, before that person was found, Chen Qiu had no worries about his life.

The land of Qilu is so big that it would be impossible to find someone in the chaos without months of time.

"Well, what Lao Zhao said is very heart-to-heart."

Only then did Master Lei nod his head with satisfaction.

It can be seen that Manager Zhao’s thoughts are the same as his.

Such old swordsmans who are used to seeing things in the world are like ghosts, and they are all masters who do not show off their rabbits or eagles.

Compared with them, both Fan Qingqing and Lei Shiyin are a bit too tender.

"Old Zhao, go out of the house and invite my elder brother."

Mr. Lei said to Manager Zhao:

"Don't alarm others."

"Yes, Master, wait."

Manager Zhao left the house, looked around, and then jumped gently, like a bird flying in the night, leaping into the roof, and then disappeared.

This butler, who looks ordinary, is actually a master!

Thinking about it, it was because he was a confidant who had been through the journey with Master Lei. If he had not mastered martial arts, he would have died in the internal strife that the Heluo Gang had never stopped.

As for businessmen, even if they are hugged and fight each other in groups, they are indispensable.

At midnight, the monk Hseng Ming Lang came to Lei Mansion with Manager Zhao. He was still in the side hall. Master Lei had already prepared a table of wine and food.

I am pouring myself and drinking myself, eating happily.

Seeing the cold-faced monk coming in, he got up and invited him.

"Brother is going to Suzhou, is things going well?"

The monk was still dressed up as before.

He was wearing a monk's robe, covered with a red cassock, black monk's shoes, a long string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and six scars on his smooth scalp.

He has a well-proportioned body, thin cheeks, and although his face is cold, he can be regarded as a solemn appearance at first glance, and has a fairy-like demeanor of a monk.

He turned the Buddhist beads, sat opposite Master Lei, picked up the wine glass, drank a bit of wine in a bad mood, and then said:

"It's going well, but I almost lost my life there."

Lang Monk said a little scared:

"I went to Suzhou and presented the Sumeru Zen Temple to my friend Mustard Monk. He refused, but he accepted it. I discussed the scriptures with him, but nothing happened a few days ago.

But then... it was the storm!

You don't know my danger."

The monk glared at Lei Ye with a smile on his face. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a ham pancake, put it into his mouth, and said while eating:

"That day, when I visited an old friend in Suzhou City, I saw Tai Ajian fighting with Luo Yueqin. The Taoist Ziwei and Taohua fighting fiercely, ruining half of the market, almost involving me.

Later, Ren Hao came. When I saw that the situation was not good, I slipped off the soles of my feet.

As a result, I met Taoist Ziwei and a strange master again on the way. In just a few moves, I destroyed a street."

The monk seemed a little scared, so Master Lei got up and poured him a glass of wine himself.

The monk drank the wine in one go, and he said:

"A night of fish and dragon dance. This trip to Suzhou was really in vain. I bought something good in the Mojiafang City."

As he spoke, the Lang Monk took out a booklet from his sleeve and threw it to Mr. Lei.

The latter was held in his hand and looked at it, and found that it was a top-grade sword technique.

"Dragon Bird's Knife's Qi?"

Master Lei put the book in his arms and said:

"This is really strange. You used to want to strangle me to death, but today you took the initiative to find martial arts for me?

The sun is coming out to the west?"

"Stop being proud."

The monk sneered and said:

"Your autumn wind sword is indeed magical and can be called the best in the world. However, if you are just as talented, you will be trapped in the bottleneck of sword techniques for many years and cannot understand the ultimate sword intention.

It is better to learn another set of sword techniques to learn from other things and make breakthroughs.

As for me, I am just afraid that you will not be able to protect my niece Shiyin!

This old peach blossom man really scared me again. If the Holy Fire Sect is active again, it will be difficult to hide the secret of Shiyin!"

The monk sighed, and he pulled the Buddhist beads in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"You and I have to be prepared to fight to the death."

Master Lei was also silent for a moment. He raised his wine glass again and said to the Lang Monk:

"I'm looking for you today, for this reason.

Listen to me, you are in Suzhou, do you know a young man named Shen Qiu?”

"Know."

Langshen did not clink cups with Lei Ye, he pronounced the Buddha's name and said:

"That young man is so low-key, but holding the seven-star shaking light in his hand, no matter how low-key he is, he is still famous. When I left Suzhou, the Mustard Monk was personally healing his injuries.

It is said that the young hero, the leader of the martial arts world, and the master of the Mo family, all had some relationships with the heroine of Xiaoxiang Jianmen.

I once saw them walking together in the Zen temple. In the autumn, their peach blossom luck is good, and I am afraid that they will become the son-in-law of the Jianmen in the future."

“That’s it.”

Mr. Lei smiled and said:

"But you don't know that the young hero was kidnapped by the Qingyang Demon Lord and was heading to the Qilu land. This news is still hidden, but because of Shiyin's relationship, his junior sister and brother begged me."

"I'm looking for you, just ask the previous question, do you think, this young man Chen Qiu...
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