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That night, all the Zhou family members and three generations of grandparents arrived in Yancheng.

The temperature in Yancheng tonight is particularly cold.

The whole city was filled with a solemn chill!

A Hanshan villa in Yancheng. After Mr. Zhou’s death, his body was transported here, and a mourning hall was placed, which was extremely simple!

The Zhou family came from Shanghai overnight and came to Beijing circles. They were all dressed in plain clothes.

For unnecessary trouble and external speculation, everyone in the Zhou family received a secret order and was not allowed to wear mourning clothes!

Ordinary cars after another were parked at the entrance of Hanshan Villa.

The current head of the Zhou family, Zhou Chongyue, is Zhou Changping's eldest son, who was the first to arrive at Hanshan Villa, with three sons and two grandsons.

After entering the manor and verifying his identity, Zhou Chongyue looked serious and hurried to the main hall of the manor to worship the old manor.

He must be present. As the eldest son, he must receive the hijackers coming from behind.

The news of Mr. Zhou's death also informed some of the close friends he had made with him.

In the main hall, Chen Ping stood in front of the mourning hall and stood with his hands behind his back.

On both sides of the main hall, the six masters all had solemn and dignified expressions.

From today on, there are only six left in the myth of the seven masters of the national martial arts world.

"Who are you? Why don't you kneel down and worship my great-grandfather!"

Suddenly, a rebellious male voice came from the entrance of the main hall.

The fourth generation of the Zhou family, Zhou Chongyue's eldest grandson, pointed at Chen Ping in the main hall with an angry chill.

He didn't expect that there was someone standing in front of his great-grandfather's mourning hall, so arrogant.

Chen Ping browed and turned around, seeing seven or eight people hurriedly stepping into the door.

When Zhou Chongyue, the head of the Zhou family, saw Chen Ping's original Lord, immediately turned his head and scolded his eldest grandson, "Stop talking! This is Mr. Chen!"

After saying that, Zhou Chongyue hurried forward, originally wanted to meet Chen Ping first.

But Chen Ping shook his head.

Zhou Chongyue bent down, then walked to the mourning hall, lit three incense sticks of the old man, and then led the descendants of the Zhou family to kneel down and bow down, then turned around and respectfully said to Chen Ping, "Sister Chen, please forgive Qingyun's rudeness and recklessness."

Chen Ping glanced at the young man hiding on Zhou Chongyue, who was only in his twenties and had red eyes at this moment.

"Qingyun, why don't you apologize to Young Master Chen?" Zhou Chongyue turned around and shouted.

Zhou Qingyun immediately stood up, bent down and apologized, "I'm sorry."

Chen Ping nodded, not saying anything about this little thing, and said, "Tonight is the home court of your Zhou family, just treat me as a slinger."

"Yes, Mr. Chen."

Zhou Chongyue said, and then led his tribe members to kneel down in the mourning hall, waiting for the condolences of the chanters.

It was Zhou Qingyun and a few juniors who occasionally peeked at Chen Ping and muttered something in a low voice.

"Brother Qingyun, he is Young Master Chen."

A boy about eighteen or nineteen years old looked at Chen Ping standing in the corner with admiration.

Zhou Qingyun seemed not convinced, and secretly clenched his fists and said, "Hmph, I will definitely be even better than him in the future!"

This is the battle between men.

He was in the Zhou family and had been hearing about Mr. Chen, so he was naturally dissatisfied!

The Zhou family needs his Zhou family to work hard!

No need to rely on outsiders!

"Brother Qingyun. Speak quietly. If grandpa hears it, you will be scolded again."

The little boy said quickly.

Not long after, Zhou Lingxuan and Zhou Zhixue rushed from Shangshanghai.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Lingxuan was already crying.

"Great Grandpa, wuwu℅℅" Zhou Lingxuan pounced in the mourning hall, crying very sadly.

It was the Zhou family who pulled her away and comforted her.

Chen Ping watched Zhou Lingxuan pull everyone away and ran out with his face covering his face.

Zhou Chongyue asked someone to chase him, and Chen Ping shook his head helplessly and said, "I'll go."

After all, I promised Mr. Zhou to take good care of Zhou Lingxuan for him.

When Zhou Chongyue heard this, he bowed and said, "Then I'll trouble Mr. Chen."

Chen Ping walked out of the villa hall and came to an artificial lakeside in a corner of the manor.

Here, he saw Zhou Lingxuan squatting on the ground, holding her knees and crying bitterly.

He didn't bother, but looked at her from afar. After she finally finished crying, Chen Ping slowly walked forward and handed her a tissue and said, "Wipe your face."

Zhou Lingxuan didn't answer, looking at the reflection on the lake with a lonely, red and swollen eyes. She curled up and held her knees, sobbing, looking very sad and aggrieved.

"Great grandpa is gone, and he promised to wait for me to get married."

"Great grandfather treats me the best, and I will buy everything for me. Every time I get into trouble, it's all my great-grandfather who loves me. We've only been separated for a few days℅℅"

"He doesn't keep his promises, he's a big liar!"

Zhou Lingxuan said to herself, and Chen Ping listened quietly.

"Mr. Zhou deserves everyone's respect." Chen Ping said.

"I don't need him to be respected, I just want him to accompany me safely. I don't want him to be a master." Zhou Lingxuan cried sadly, with tears flashing in her eyes.

After Chen Ping was silent for a moment, he had sadness in his eyes and said, "When I was twelve years old, my mother left me forever. At that time, I was about the same as you now, and even cried even harder than you."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Lingxuan turned her head and looked at Chen Ping with some confusion, and said frankly, "Did you lose your mother when you were twelve years old?"

Chen Ping lowered his eyebrows, looked at Zhou Lingxuan squatting on the ground, and nodded, "Well, twelve years old. During that time, I closed myself up, no one saw anyone, and no one came to persuade me, and I hid in my own small world. At that time, I thought, my mother was so good, just like an angel, why did God take her away? I hated God, I hated the unfairness of the world. However, as I grew up, I realized that all destiny had its own arrangements. We should not be immersed in the past, but looked up to the future. Losing a close relative is terrible, but there are more close relatives waiting for us around us. They need me, I need me to stand up, and I need me to be strong."

Chen Ping said a lot. He chatted with Zhou Lingxuan by the lake about the past and his thoughts.

Gradually, Zhou Lingxuan's mood gradually calmed down.

She clenched her fist and said, "Brother Chen Ping, I understand. I will work hard. I will study the martial arts of the Zhou family well. I will avenge my great-grandfather. I will defend the dignity of the Zhou family!"

Chen Ping touched Zhou Lingxuan's little head and said, "Let's go back."

"Yes." Zhou Lingxuan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, gritted her teeth and stood up.

One by one, one by one, and the other came to the manor hall.

However, from afar, they heard a dispute in the hall seemed to have occurred!

"Mr. Xing, this is the old man's mourning hall. What's the reason for you to come here without any invitation? You have to force yourself to break into the mourning hall!"

Zhou Chongyue roared with his eyes and stared at the dozen people outside the hall!

Behind Zhou Chongyue were all descendants of the Zhou family, and they were all filled with righteous indignation and glared at them!

On the opposite side, the man who was masked was Xing Yue, behind him. The twelve men in Zhongshan suits were all full of murderous intentions!

Xing Yue stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a dark green battle uniform, his chest and shoulders were all equipped with badges, and his waist was covered with swords, and he was covered with coldness. He said coldly, "I heard that Mr. Zhou died of illness, and he was ordered to condolence, and he came to pay his respects and get something back."

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