Zhao Lian, the Weihou, who was smiling and gentle in his eyes, changed his expression after hearing Chen Qiu's questions.

He never expected that the Heluo hero in front of him would ask such a question, which was a taboo for the Zhao family. Since twenty-five years ago to the present, no one dared to explore this, whether in the court or the people.

It is like a layer of old scars, although it looks healed on the surface, no one pays attention to it.

But with a gentle touch, there will still be tingling blood.

Zhao Lian's smile became cold.

He put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Chen Qiu. The murderous aura of many years of troop travel quietly dispersed in the night, making the atmosphere in the camp stagnant.

"Shen Daxia, what is this?"

Zhao Lian asked coldly:

"Can't I deliberately spend the fun of me?"

"No."

Chen Qiu had a smile on his face. He sat on the chair and explained in a calm tone:

"Didn't Weihou want to serve the South with the hundreds of birds in his hand to serve the phoenix gun? But the former owner of this famous gun Qiu Buping, who did it back then, Weihou knows more clearly than the next.

If there is no answer to this question that concerns the inheritance of Da Chu and the Southern Kingdom, then even if you are willing, the gun will not obey.

The following question is also something that the leader Qiu was suspicious of when he was dying.

Such a spiritual creature has its own magical powers, and I think Weihou can understand the sufferings he suffers."

This reason is untenable.

Chen Qiu and Zhao Lian both knew this.

The reason why he asked this question was actually equivalent to politely declined.

Zhao Lian was a man of old age and naturally knew what Chen Qiu meant, but he frowned and did not get up and leave immediately. He stroked his fingers, and after a few breaths, he said:

"You are a man from the world, what do you care about? Could it be that Li Shouguo asked you to ask me this question?"

"This matter has nothing to do with the general."

Chen Qiu picked up the teacup and sipped a sip of tea. He said:

"Don't think too much about Weihou."

Serve tea and see off guests.

This is the rule of the Southern Dynasties, and Chen Qiu no longer wants to talk about it.

But Zhao Lian had no intention of leaving.

The anger on his face slowly dissipated. He looked at Chen Qiu and said:

"No matter whether it is him or not, I have known for all these years that Li Shouguo is in love with his home country and wants to be an lonely and loyal minister of the Great Chu. This is the case now. Our country relies on the power of the military and military, so I will not force him.

But since I have said this, I will tell you Chen Qiu clearly tonight.

Although the Great Chu wanted to rebel in the north, the land in the south of the Yangtze River had not yet fallen. Another Tiance army drove the northern country out of Guanzhong. The Great Chu Dynasty had been in its 300th anniversary, and the tiger's power was still there.

Although my nephew is determined to win the grand ceremony.

But once the murder of the young emperor was done, it would be the end of being stabbed by the people in the world! Under the circumstances at that time, my Zhao family was not crazy, so how could he dare to do such a big deal in the world?

Zhao Hu had just arrived outside Lin'an City and was preparing to visit the palace the next day.

As a result, the fire broke out in the Forbidden Palace that night and the young emperor died.

The incident happened so coincidental that the blame was put on the head of my Zhao family. The Zhao family took the blame for killing the monarch for twenty-five years!

When Li Shouguo and Tiance Army surrendered to the southern country, Li Shouguo also asked Zhao Hu this question.

My nephew answered the truth, and today I will repeat the truth to you again.

That fire was not what I waited for!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Lian sighed.

He stood up and said to Chen Qiu with some excitement:

"Shen Daxia is unwilling to serve the country, and I don't force it. After fighting last night, you have had a grudge against the Northern Detective. I don't expect you to help the country with your heart.

But if you encounter a dispute between the north and the south in the future, just wait until you have a scale in your heart.”

After saying that, the old man waved his sleeves, walked towards the door with his hands behind his back.

Chen Qiu stood up and saw him off. When he walked outside the courtyard, he bowed to Zhao Lian and said:

"There is another thing, Mr. Chen wants to say something.

I don’t know the origin of the Hundred Battle Army under the command of the King of Huainan, but I am from the martial arts world and have some understanding of martial arts. There are quick methods for martial arts in the world, but most of them have many hidden dangers.

The battle last night was a death-death battle, and the Marquis of Wei must have seen it. When the soldiers saw their blood, they bravely entered their minds, fighting and fighting forever, and finally fighting to the end, even without arguing with each other, and were like wild animals.

Mr. Wei naturally knew that this kind of training method could only be used in critical moments and could not be regarded as the decisive force.

Those fighting spirits are very dangerous, so it’s better not to cultivate.”

Although the two parted ways awkwardly just now.

But Chen Qiu's words really touched Zhao Lian's heart.

The Southern Army was able to win last night for three parts because the people in the martial arts world sacrificed themselves to entangle the masters of the Northern Army and created chaos.

The remaining seven points are all in the battle between these hundred battle armies.

But even so, Wei Hou still felt a little confused about the Bai Zhan Army. He was different from Zhao Biao. He was somewhat suspicious of this immortal military technique.

However, although he agreed with Chen Qiu's statement in his heart, Old Man Zhao Lian looked cold on the surface.

He said:

"Since Hero Shen is happy with the world, don't interfere in our army. I have a certainty in my heart how to arrange the Hundred Battle Army."

After saying that, the old man bowed his hand, then turned over and headed towards the Nanjun camp.

Chen Qiu watched him leave and was about to turn back to the camp when he heard the sound of eagles in the dark night. He looked up and saw a huge crested eagle hovering above his head under the starlight.

Not Jinghong.

Jinghong brought a letter back to Luoyang today, not Qingluan or Bolang. The crested eagle above his head was a bit bigger than Chen Qiu's favorite pet.

That was Ai Dacha’s Chuanyun.

The Qingyang Demon Lord was nearby, Chuanyun appeared, inviting Chen Qiu to meet him.

Chen Qiu whistled and signaled that he could hear it. He flew towards the northwest through his head. Chen Qiu followed behind, flew four or five miles in the night, and saw Ai Dacha in the forest under a barren mountain.

His left arm, which was burnt by the carpet, had been reinstalled. He was sitting next to his carriage led by Abed, holding a few bananas in his hand, and was slowly peeling it.

Seeing Chen Qiu coming, Ai Dacha threw a banana for him.

"The Demon Lord has obtained a big advantage this time, why don't he go back to Jiangxi?"

Chen Qiu gently stroked his finger on the banana, and the banana peel was peeled off by the sharp true energy. He bit the fruit and smelled the strong herbal smell from the carriage of Ai Dacha. He said to Ai Dacha very ripe:

"This time I go back, the Demon Lord's puppet legion will take shape, right?"

"Hehe, that's of course."

Ai Dacha smiled, his eyes were filled with joy, but his face changed soon. He threw the banana peel aside and said in a bad voice:

"It's a pity that Brother Zhang doesn't allow me to pick up Ren Hao's body, otherwise I'll make a lot of money this time. And that old thing, I didn't check it for a while, and he actually found an opportunity to slip away."

Qingyang Demon Lord looked resentful. He shook his head and his scattered hair braided around, saying:

"I will kill him again next time I see him and make him a puppet doll, and I will relieve my depression.

Mo Hei sent letters to Qingyang Mountain repeatedly to provoke, saying something like "success or failure" like "success or failure"? Do these Mo family members really think that this Demon Lord dare not kill them?"

Chen Qiu didn't answer.

This is a grudge between Ai Dacha and the Mo family, so he is not convenient for him to intervene.

He was waiting for Qingyang Demon Lord to talk about the serious matter.

This guy cursed and talked to himself for more than ten days. After eating the banana in his hand, he clapped his hands and stood up from the side of the carriage. He said to Chen Qiu:

"Brother Zhang wrote to me, saying that I would help you accomplish something in the future.

But I am annoyed when I see you, so don’t be arrogant. I don’t care about anything other than the affairs of Penglai dog thieves!

If you take action, you will inform us in advance. Do you know?"

"I didn't expect the Demon Lord to do other things."

Chen Qiu spread his hands and looked calm. He said to Ai Dacha:

"I can't be anxious about Penglai. I don't have any plans yet, I just have some clues. If I really take action, I will definitely tell the Demon Lord.

But now, there is something that needs the help of the Demon Lord.”

"explain."

Ai Dachai fiddled with his left arm of the machine, making the spring buzzing and clattering, just like he was entertaining himself.
To be continued...