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"Ye Jianwei is still in Lushui."

Yan Zhefei smiled lightly when he heard the words, and his voice could not hear the slightest ripple: "He knows very well that those people in Changzhou are greedy and wicked, but he still let Ye Xinghui and Su Lang go. "

Meng Chiyi shredded the letter paper in his hand: "30 years ago, Lishan stood by and watched, and the Er Fei Medicine Sect disappeared overnight, and the suzerain was imprisoned to death. 30 years later, Ye Jianwei acquiesced to his son, and even the whole Li It's interesting that the mountains stir into this muddy water."

Yan Zhefei snorted lightly: "After all, Ye Jianwei is different from the previous head of Lishan Mountain. He was once beneficiary of the Erfei Medicine Sect, so although he didn't think much of my actions, he never really took action to stop them. Five years ago, when the eldest son of Empress Dowager Zhong's eldest son, King Qi's rebellion failed, and the emperor killed the Yanxi Zhong family of the Queen Mother of Qi, Ye Jianwei knew that the Dingkang Zhou family would not be able to escape, but he was happy to see it succeed, so he acquiesced to Ye Jianwei. Xinghui and Su Lang went to Changzhou, and they were willing to help the emperor. People in the world say that the leader of the Eastern Capital does not care about world affairs and is content with one side, but they don't know that this Mahayana is actually the most bloody and persistent in his bones."

Yan Zhefei's fists tightened tightly, and fierce killing intent and hatred surged in his eyes: "The blood debt must be paid with blood. All those who slaughtered my Erfei Medicine Sect and my Guihai clan back then, no matter whether they were first Huanglingcheng, the Yanxi Zhong family, the Dingkang Zhou family, the Cangwu Fang family... I will not let any of them go."

Yan Zhefei exhaled heavily, her body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and a violent cough choked out from her lips along with black and red blood.

Meng Chiyi's complexion changed suddenly, he grabbed the person around him, and the pure internal force surrounded him in an instant, but he still couldn't stop the lifeless and complicated patterns from spreading along Yan Zhefei's neck to his cheeks.

I don't know how long it took before Yan Zhefei's breathing gradually calmed down, the black lines gradually disappeared into his blood, his forehead and hair were covered with cold sweat, his face was as pale as paper, and he lost all strength and leaned against Meng Chi In Yi's arms, it seemed as if he had lost all vitality.

Meng Chiyi's eyes were red, and he suppressed his sobs: "I will save you, Ayan, I will not let you die, Mingyu failed to kill Chu Heng, I will kill, whether it is Chu Heng or Ye Xing Hun, or Su Lang, whoever's spirit bone can save you, I'll kill whoever..."

Yan Zhefei took his hand, and slowly shook her head: "I can only use 'Little Martial Uncle' to kill Chu Heng once. He helped Qinghe, and I owe him a favor, not to mention that he is the son of Xu Wei. , I don't want to attack him personally. Since Ming Yu failed to kill him, there is no chance to attack Jun Lishan. Ye Jianwei has not left in Lushui because I touched his bottom line. What do I think? He doesn't care about revenge, but I can't touch the people in Lishan, and of course Ye Xinghui can't touch, you and Ye Jianwei are old friends, you kill his son, what are you thinking, Meng Xiaoliu."

Big drops of tears overflowed from Meng Chiyi's eyes, and the word "Meng Xiaoliu" seemed to bring him back many years ago, when they were still young, and Ah Yan was not Yan Zhe Fei, Er Fei It's not Lushui either, nothing has changed, everything is for the best.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable strong hatred rose in his heart, he hated those people for being damned, and also hated himself for being incompetent: "Then Su Lang! I only care about you, other people don't care! I won't let you die, I can't Losing you again..."

Nearly fifty years old, the city lord of Qianyong City made a desperate sound like a trapped animal in his throat, and finally cried like that.

Yan Zhefei closed his eyes, time seemed to have passed for a long time, his face finally returned to normal, he stood up slowly holding Meng Chiyi's hand: "Don't worry, I won't die until those people pay their debts with blood." .”

He paused, and murmured: "Chi Yi... I believe that people have an afterlife, so I don't want your hands to be stained with too much blood. I can bear these injustices and evil results by myself. I don't want you to be like me." .”

Without waiting for Meng Chiyi to speak, he quickly restrained all his emotions, and became the cold-hearted Qianyong Realm Lord Yan Zhefei again: "We should go to Lushui, Ye Jianwei is waiting for me."

*

After staying in Lushui for a few days, the group parted ways. Ling Ye took Chu Heng back to the imperial capital, Ye Shuli set off for Yishan Academy, and Su Lang and Xinghui stayed for a few more days in the Lushui Cemetery. After repairing the mausoleum for Mingyuan's junior master, he set off by boat. Three days later, at dusk when the lanterns were first lit, he finally arrived at Su Lang's home, Yinghai City, Changzhou.

There has always been an old saying in Kyushu - if you don't come to Yinghai, you don't really appreciate the prosperity.

Xinghui used to be skeptical about this sentence before, but now that he really came to Yinghai City, he realized that whether it was Anfan City at the turn of China and Wanwan, Lanjiang Pearl City, or Changzhou City Jindu, All the soft red fragrant soil was overshadowed in front of Yinghai Everbright City.

Eight streets and nine streets, crowded with people, cars like water and horses like dragons, large expanses of bright lights bloom like fireworks in the dark night, golden and green buildings connect to the Milky Way under the bright lights, and the end can't be seen at a glance.

Yinghai is synonymous with "prosperity".

As soon as they entered the city, someone drove towards them in a carved BMW car. When the driver saw Su Lang, he reined in his horse and jumped out of the car. Excitement was written on the corners of his brows and eyes: "Second Young Master I'm back! Madam and Eldest Young Master have prepared a banquet in the mansion, saying that they will clean up the dust for you two!"

Su Lang smiled and patted the boy's shoulder: "Has father arrived in Yinghai?"

"Not yet," the boy shook his head: "The Lord came with a letter, saying that he will come back later, and he should be able to catch up with the old man's birthday."

Su Lang's grandfather, old Duke Ying Su Huai, is approaching his [-]th birthday, so Su Lang naturally wants to return to Yinghai City, but at the same time, it is also a good opportunity to return to Changzhou quietly to investigate the Dingkang Zhou's spice ship and Dingkang waterway .Although Zhou's ship does not enter from the port of Yinghai City, it still sails in the East China Sea. As long as it is in the East China Sea, he will find out the tricks hidden in it sooner or later.Su Lang thought of the seemingly indistinct connection between the Dingkang Zhou family and King Jing of Jiang Jincheng, so he squinted his eyes.

The boy's words brought him back to his thoughts, and the expression on Su Lang's face suddenly became indescribable, with a hint of disgust: "Why is my third brother going to give birth again?"

Xinghui was stunned when he heard it, and doubted his ears: "Your third brother? Health?"

"Well, my third brother, Su Dabao." Su Lang sighed helplessly, with a trace of worry on his brows, and pulled Xinghui into the carriage, muttering in his mouth: "My parents' sweetheart Egg, gold is very expensive, I can't compare to it."

Xinghui was at a loss.

The carriage drove along the long street towards Duke Ying's mansion, and Xinghui suddenly remembered something more important than the birth of Su Lang's third brother: "I came to your house for the first time, but I didn't bring a salute, no, no, Let's not go to the Duke's Mansion, first..."

Su Lang interrupted him, and pecked Xinghui's ear: "Don't worry, as long as you come, it's fine, the family never pays attention to those formalities, but Su Dabao... Forget it, anyway, he only accepts eating but not eating." Recognize people, just perfunctory at home and it's over."

*

As night fell on the land of Kyushu, the bright moon radiated like water quietly flowing in every corner of the small courtyard. Yan Zhefei got off the horse and took off the mask covering her face in front of the courtyard gate, revealing a familiar face.

Ye Jianwei stood in the small building, heard footsteps from far to near, and turned around slowly, Gujing Wubo's eyes were piercingly cold——

"Gui Haiyan Lan."

The author says:

Gui Haiyan Lan, Guide No.11 and Chapter Eighteen.