Late at night on the bank of Song Lake, on the plum blossom pile, Chu Chen was sure that he had no home.
Taoist Luo Yun laughed awkwardly. It was normal for the Chu family not to know that Chu Chen had gone down the mountain five years ago, but those experts in the Jiuxuan Sect must have figured out some of Chu Chen's circumstances. No one has ever mentioned it in the past five years.
Yes, it must have deep meaning.
Of course, if Chu Chen were to sum it up again, he still had no home.
The resentment in the heart of Senior Brother Chu.
"Elder brother, who is the masked man just now?
Why do you want me to let him go?"
Dao Zun Luo Yun calmly changed the topic, otherwise, Chu Chen would complain about those people in the Jiuxuan Sect, and he would not know how to answer it.
Chu Chen dared to complain, but he didn't dare.
"It's a long story, but a long story is short."
Chu Chen paused for a moment, "It's better not to say anything."
The corners of Taoist Luo Yun's mouth twitched violently.
"Are you sure he hasn't left Chancheng yet?"
Chu Chen asked.
"I left Jiuxuan Zhuixiang Powder on him. As long as he is still within fifty kilometers of me, he will not be able to escape my tracking."
Taoist Luo Yun said confidently.
"Okay, keep an eye on him and see when he returns to Yangcheng and who he comes in contact with."
Chu Chen said, "It's best to see what kind of face is underneath this mask. If it's so invisible, let's just let him disappear into the night forever."
Taoist Master Luo Yun nodded and asked for a long time, "What if he never leaves Chancheng?
I can only come out for seven days."
"Won't."
Chu Chen looked at the calm lake at night, a stone sank, and invisible ripples appeared, "Xiao Mo left Yong Ye, Yang Xiaojin got rid of the control of the phantom god Gu, and the plan of the manipulator behind it must have been destroyed.
The originally peaceful situation has become rippled, and now the fake Witch God Sect leader is missing. For them, things are a little out of control, and they will definitely take action."
"I'll keep an eye on him."
Taoist Master Luo Yun said, hesitating for a moment, but still looking at Chu Chen curiously, "What exactly happened tonight?"
"It's a long story..." Just as Chu Chen spoke, Taoist Luo Yun's face turned dark, "I'm leaving."
Taoist Luo Yun turned around and disappeared into the dark night.
Chu Chen sat on the plum blossom pile for a while, and his phone suddenly vibrated.
"Xiaoqiu, how are you?"
Chu Chen answered Song Qiu's call.
"Brother-in-law, Senior Qiao and I brought the fake Witch God Sect Master to Binhai City, which is more than two hundred kilometers away from Chan City. If the real Witch God Sect Master doesn't look in the right direction, he won't be able to find us so easily."
Song Qiu said.
Chu Chen nodded, "Very good, did he say anything?"
"He was only worried about the lives of his wife and children. He told us the specific location of the Witch God Gate's lair, and his wife and children were also there.
Li Zhen also confessed that the Witch God Sect captured many ordinary people and imprisoned them in mountain villages in order to raise Gu."
Song Qiu handed the phone to Qiao Cangsheng, who said in a deep voice, "The evil deeds of the Wushen Sect have violated the taboos of the martial arts world. I want to secretly launch a crusade in the name of Lingnan Medicine Valley to attack the Wushen within three days.
Sect, let the Witch God Sect be removed from the martial arts world."
in three days.
Chu Chen was a little surprised by Qiao Cangsheng's vigorous and decisive actions. Of course, Chu Chen was also happy to see this scene happen.
"The only powerful master of the Wushen Sect is the master of the Wushen Sect. He is not in the Wushen Sect's lair right now. You can attack him at any time."
Chu Chen said, "It's not a big problem."
"Also, although this fake sect leader Li Zhen was forced to act, his hands and feet are not clean at all. You can't believe everything he says, and you must be careful."
After Chu Chen explained a few words, he hung up the phone.
Just as Chu Chen was about to leave, he saw someone approaching from a distance.
"In the middle of the night, you and your wife reunited after a long separation. Why did you run out?"
Chu Chen looked at Ning Zimo doubtfully.
"Isn't Uncle Chu also outside alone?"
Ning Zimo came over, jumped on a plum blossom pile and sat down.
"I'm waiting for Xiaoqiu's call. They have arrived at Binhai City."
Chu Chen said, "I'm getting ready to go back."
"Uncle Chu, is it true that the injury on Xiaojin's face cannot be cured?"
Ning Zimo couldn't help but ask.
"Those are the scars left by the long-term corrosion of the Illusion God Gu. Even if you go to a plastic surgery hospital, you may not be able to repair them. This kind of scar corrodes the flesh and soul."
Chu Chen replied and looked at Ning Zimo, "Are you really concerned about it?"
"She really cares."
Ning Zimo took a deep breath and looked up at the sky with his dark eyes, "I love her regardless of her appearance, but because of the injury on her face, she won't even let me in the room tonight."
Chu Chen, "..." "In my opinion, there are two people in the world who can possibly cure this kind of injury."
After Chu Chen thought about it seriously, he spoke in a deep voice.
Ning Zimo was shocked and asked hurriedly, "Which two?
No matter how much it costs, I can do it."
"One is the owner of Lingnan Medicine Valley. Some people in the martial arts community call him the Holy Doctor of Lingnan."
Chu Chen said, "There is another one who is not well-known and even you don't know him."
Ning Zimo frowned, "The owner of Lingnan Medicine Valley?
Then I’ll beg Elder Qiao, hoping he can introduce me to the owner of the Lingnan Medicine Valley.”
"Ahem."
Chu Chen said, "Xiao Mo, you don't have to worry about this. The two people I'm talking about... are my masters. When the seventh junior brother goes back, I will let him take the message back. As for whether the two masters will
I can't guarantee that someone will come out."
Ning Zimo's eyes were blank, looking at Chu Chen.
He only knew that Chu Chen was a disciple of the old man from the Ning family, but he didn't expect that Chu Chen had so many masters, and they sounded like they had a lot of background.
Ning Zimo didn't believe that the second person Chu Chen said was not famous was really not famous.
"Uncle Chu, thank you."
Chu Chen patted Ning Zimo on the shoulder and said sincerely, "Don't worry, if possible, I won't keep you waiting. The seventh junior brother will go back in seven days at most."
Ning Zimo nodded vigorously.
"Then I'll go back to sleep."
Chu Chen smiled and said, "My wife will not let me go back to the room."
Chu Chen strode back, leaving Ning Zimo with a sad look on his face.
Back to the small hall of the villa.
Looking at Song Qiu's closed face, Senior Brother Chu smiled and cried.
Every family has its cupboard.
He was just occupying the latrine...no, it should be the dragon that landed on the sycamore tree, waiting for the phoenix to spread its wings...it was three o'clock in the morning at night.
There are fewer and fewer cars on the road.
A car left Chancheng and drove slowly towards Yangcheng.
"Elder brother is really clever and clever."
Behind, Taoist Luo Yun stopped a car and followed it, his eyes full of curiosity.
