“This is fulfilling the contract, and it is also a farewell.

After that day, I haven’t said thank you to you, Chen Qiu. If it weren’t for your help, I’m afraid my master and I wouldn’t have lived today.”

She bent down and bowed deeply.

Chen Qiu accepted it calmly, then stretched out his hand and helped Lin Huiyinxu up. He said softly:

"But I also killed your senior brother and many of your disciples.

In the past few days, many Xiaoxiang disciples have been angry with me. Even if it is out of justice, they have done this murder.

I'm afraid I can't enter your Xiaoxiang Sword Sect again in the future."

"It's okay!"

Lin Huiyin said calmly:

"As long as I am still here, the door will be opened for you. Your kindness will never be forgotten by the Sword Gate."

Chen Qiu shook his head. He wanted to say that in fact, Lin Huiyin had already given him a generous "reward". This trip was not a loss, but he couldn't say it out.

There seemed to be nothing to say between the two.

After a moment, Chen Qiu chuckled and broke the silence, he said:

"You wait a moment, I'll pack up and we'll set off."

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A few days later, outside Changsha City, Chen Qiu drove a carriage and parked in front of a villa.

This is the destination of this ward.

This villa is quite spacious, just like the Hanshan villa outside Suzhou City, with high walls. From the outside, I saw that the courtyard was full of bamboo, which made me feel quite peaceful.

"Is the Lu family escort agency? Young Master Chen?"

The guard at the gate of the villa went in and reported it. Soon a middle-aged man wearing a black long gown and like a shopkeeper walked out quickly. He bowed to Chen Qiu and asked.

Chen Qiu replied, and the two sides seemed to be very harmonious.

The manager directed several friends to help Chen Qiu deliver the goods into the yard, and invited Chen Qiu to beside him, opened several large wooden boxes, and the strong smell of sandalwood filled the small room.

After checking, the shopkeeper enthusiastically invited Chen Qiu to drink a cup of hot tea in the hall. He wanted to calculate the accounts and then settle the compensation for Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu didn't care, so he followed the shopkeeper into the yard hall.

As soon as I entered, Chen Qiu smelled a scent, just like a special incense, with a pine smell, which was quite good. It was inhaled into the nostrils and also had the effect of clearing the mind.

He sat alone on the chair, and a maid brought tea.

Chen Qiu is waiting quietly.

After a stick of incense, he seemed to notice something was wrong and got up to leave, but as soon as he got together, he shook his head and sat back on the chair weakly.

"Thief! How dare you harm me!"

Chen Qiu pulled out the Hongming knife in his hand with difficulty and shouted, but it seemed like he was poisoned and could not lift it up at all.

"Hahaha."

Accompanied by a series of chuckles, a handsome young man swayed his folding fan and walked into the hall.

He wore a fox-like mask on his face and was wearing white clothes. He was quite casual while walking. He used exquisite techniques to paint a picture of a beauty taking a bath on the folding fan in his hand.

Beneath that folding fan, there are agate beads and tassels embellishments.

He carried his right hand on his back, shaking the fan while looking at the weak Chen Qiu in front of him.

Finally, his eyes fell on the sword-shaped jade tied to Chen Qiu's wrist. Under the young master's mask, a complex light flashed in his strange eyes.

There are expectations, losses, and anger of escaping.

It's like it's his own treasure, stolen by someone else.

He closed the fan and rushed to Chen Qiu's eyes. He raised Chen Qiu's chin with the fan, and he sternly said:

"Tell me honestly, where did this jade come from?"

"none of your business!"

Chen Qiu seemed very weak, and the blue veins on his neck burst out. He weakly waved his knife to slash at the young master in front of him. He was lightly hit on his wrist by the other party's folding fan. Hongming's knife came out of his hand.

"I advise you to give it honestly!"

Zhang Lan, the young master of Xihua, said in a cold tone:

"Stop suffering more!"

"This jade was handed over to me by someone."

Chen Qiu seemed to surrender. He sat on the chair, lowered his head, and said to the young master:

"A tall man, about thirties, has a bun, he said..."

The information Chen Qiu said made Zhang Lan's eyes shine, she was tall, in her thirties, and had a bun, which was completely in line with his father's characteristics.

My father is not dead!

My father is still alive!

With excitement, Zhang Lan stepped forward and reached out to grab Shen Qiu's shoulder. He asked sternly:

"What did he say to you! Did he say what his name is?"

"He said...he said..."

Chen Qiu's voice became even lower and he almost muttered to himself. Zhang Lan couldn't help but lower his head. He wanted to be clear about Chen Qiu's words, the moment he lowered his head.

The wind and thunder are moving.

"Bang"

Chen Qiu's sword fingers poked Zhang Lan's forehead in front of him. The latter reacted very quickly, and his wide sleeves waved with his arms. As the true energy flowed, a strong wind blew.

The tables and chairs around Chen Qiu were blown away, but his fingers went up against the wind. While Yu Yan's Technique was fully operational, his fingering speeded up three points, like the long sword in the wind, and it hit the young master's wrist hard.

"ah!"

Zhang Lan cried out in pain and swept back several steps.

Although he used his true energy to block the wind and thunder fingers to destroy his muscles and bones, the pain he should have will not be less. The folding fan that he loved in the center of his hand flew down, and Chen Qiu held it in his hand with two fingers.

"You're not poisoned?"

Zhang Lan looked at Chen Qiu in disbelief. The latter put the heavy exquisite fan back into his waist bag, waved his toes, and grabbed the Hongming knife into his hand.

He smiled and said to Zhang Lan:

"Isn't it just Qianzhouxiang... You, a person from the Demon Sect, underestimate me Chen Qiu too much, right?"

“So what?”

Zhang Lan gritted her teeth and clapped her hands. In an instant, more than a dozen men in black rushed into the hall from all over the place and surrounded Chen Qiu, who was alone.

If it’s so soft, it’s hard!

"Shake people, I can do it."

Chen Qiu took out a bamboo whistle, put it into his mouth, and blew it hard.

The next moment, a sword light flew outside the wall, and a figure floating like a terrifying geese swept into the bamboo garden. She tapped her toes on the high wall, just like riding the breeze, and a piece of grace came.

As the sword lights intertwined, a disciple of the Demon Cult screamed in his heart and fell to the ground.

Lin Huiyin fell outside the hall, and the wind blew up the edge of her hat, revealing the cold face of the Xiaoxiang female hero in the veil.

Behind her, dozens of Xiaoxiang disciples held long swords and crossed the high wall. Amid the shouts of killing these inner disciples who shared the same hatred of the enemy, the entire villa was surrounded by the reverse.

"Swoosh"

Lin Huiyin raised the Xiaoxiang echo sword in her hand. In the sound of breaking the wind, the blade pointed directly at Zhang Lan, and there was a sound of cold as autumn wind, which sounded in the bamboo forest in the courtyard:

"The Seven-Miscellaneous Sect Master, I will kill my companions, and destroy my mountain gate. Lin Huiyin, a disciple of the Sword Sect, came with Xiaoxiang Juejian today...

Ask for a few questions!”

Zhang Lan was still a little confused about the situation. He stared at the group of reinforcements that suddenly came out.

He has been enjoying himself in Changsha these days, waiting for Chen Qiu to come to him, but he has no idea what happened on the shore of Dongting Lake, nor why this group of Xiaoxiang disciples are so murderous?

Why did Lin Huiyin, who was murderous intent in front of her, look at her so hatefully?

Have you messed with this iceberg beauty?

No...

PS:

In the previous chapter, a reader said that I had a bad view of my three views and cleared Lin Lang...

Oh, everyone is dead. If it is really whitewashed, you should save it. The fight in the world is ruthless, and the death is the most important thing. Don’t worry, everyone, I have a very positive view.
Chapter completed!