That night, in the city of Suzhou, a fragrant courtyard filled with flowers of all kinds, shouts of killing suddenly sounded, alarming the calm night.

"Zhang Lan's dog thief! Demonic Cult! Come on your life!"

The man holding a knife with a hat jumped down from the eaves of the house, and behind him there was a companion of the same dress as holding a sword.

The two fell to the ground and then they fit into the exquisite attic with candlelight in front of them.

With the sound of the door being smashed, a woman's scream of horror suddenly sounded in the room. She was standing in front of the desk, holding a brush and painting the dude Zhang Lan, who was painting the painting, looked ugly.

In front of him, the maid who was not covered with any trace of her body and maintained the beauty's posture of taking off the bath was already frightened by these two people who didn't understand the charm.

"well"

Zhang Lan sighed softly, he threw away the brush and grabbed the folding fan at his hand.

The fierce man in front of him slashed at him and cut the desk in half, but Zhang Lan's figure was like a ghost, without any force, and he gently avoided the knife.

Another man from the martial arts world stabbed him with a sword, but he stabbed him in vain.

The figure flashed in front of him, and the dude Xihua holding a folding fan was standing on the blade he stabbed with his feet, holding one hand behind him, and opening the folding fan with the other hand, shaking it gently.

The handsome face was full of indifference.

This scene shocked the sword-holder.

He held the sword in his hand, but it had no weight, just like the demon demon in front of him as light as a feather.

"ah!"

The knife-holder shouted, swung the big knife and slashed at Duke Xihua.

Zhang Lan sneered, poked her left foot out, and like a long whip, it made a sharp sound in the air, and kicked the knife-holder's wrist with her toes.

The true energy was poured into the man's wrist from his toes, causing his arms to numb, and the big knife also came out of his hand.

With a bang, the knife-holder was kicked in the middle of the abdomen by Zhang Lan, who flashed into the ground, and his whole body was kicked to the ground, and his body-protecting energy was also kicked away.

Zhang Lan tapped his left hand lightly, like a wire hooking. The flying knife was spinning around in the air for a while, and was hit by the knife with a folding fan.

"Bang"

The true qi explodes.

The big knife, which had been castrated tightly, was like a man who was pushed hard by someone, whistling at the man in front of him who had climbed up from the ground.

His eyes widened, only to see his own knife whistling.

"puff"

The sharp blade pierced the heart, and the huge force attached to the sword pushed the man in the hat to retreat continuously, and finally nailed him to the wall on the other side of the room.

"bass"

The machine spring sounded, and a black knife popped out of Zhang Lan's folding fan. When he turned around, he gently pressed the blade against the neck of the sword-holding assassin behind him.

The latter did not dare to move again.

"In this Suzhou city, some people hate me for being generous and rich, some people blame me for being beautiful, and there are always low-key guys who are jealous of this young master's romantic and elegant."

Zhang Lan looked at the assassin in front of him and asked softly:

"Why did you kill me?"

"You...you are the young master of the Seven Quaternary Sect! You are the son of the Demon Sect leader!"

The assassin with the sword knew that he would die today, so he no longer feared. He shouted loudly:

"Why is it necessary to kill you in the right way? You people from the Demon Sect do things in a rebellious way, causing trouble in the Miaojiang in the Western Regions, and peeking at the martial arts world of our Central Plains, and everyone can kill him!"

"Well said."

Zhang Lan chuckled and said:

“But there are two errors.

First of all, the leader of the Seven-Character Sect is my brother Zhang Chu.

Secondly, the method you used was given to the people of the Jianghu by my father Zhang Moye! You received the kindness of my father and did not want to repay you, but came to assassinate him. He is really an ungrateful dog!

This is the character of you people in the right way?

Haha, I've really seen it again today, Master."

The young man Xihua chuckled, his arm moved slightly, and the small blade popped out of the folding fan blew like a breeze to the flowers. He gently stroked the assassin's neck and broke his vitality.

The smell of blood filled the attic full of candlelight.

Zhang Lan didn't care. He walked to the chopped desk and picked up the half-painted beauty with a look of distress.

"Beauty, let's go on."

He smiled at the scared naked beauty in front of him. The latter's body was stiff, but he did not dare to resist, so he could only act in a bathing posture.

Zhang Lan took out a piece of painting paper again, put it on the chair, and began to paint the painting again.

A servant entered the room and quietly cleaned up the corpses and blood on the ground.

"The peonies in the yard have not bloomed so much recently."

Zhang Lan said casually.

The servants dragged the bodies away silently. The young master understood the meaning and wanted to use these two people as flower fat.

During this process, no one dared to look up at the Chi*zi, who was very kind. The servants in the yard knew the second young master's romantic temper.

I love the women around me the most.

After a long time, it was already early in the morning after finishing painting.

The woman had been posing for a night and was already exhausted, so she lay in the arms of Master Xihua to fall asleep.

Zhang Lan sat on the chair, stroking her fingers on the beautiful skin. He looked at the painting in front of him. As the candlelight swayed, the figure on the painting was lifelike.

But it's not a woman.

Nor is it a beauty who came out of the bath tonight.

But a man.

It's Shen Qiu.

Zhang Lan's fingers gently stroked the painting, and finally landed on Shen Qiu's left wrist, where he used exquisite painting techniques to clearly depict the shape of the Tongtian Sword Jade.

Zhang Lan stroked the sword jade on the paper, and there was no longer any romantic and gentleness in his eyes, but a hint of nostalgia and sadness.

"Father, you really...

Dead?"

Everyone in Shen has also said about Zhang Lan’s origin before.

He is the son of a strange man of the Demon Sect, Zhang Moye. Since his father was extremely sad because of his mother's death and disappeared inexplicably, too many things have indeed happened in the past ten years.

Zhang Moye was born into the Seven Quaternary Sect, one of the seven sects of the Demon Sect, and that place was in the Western Regions.

After his disappearance, the Demon Cult split. His eldest son Zhang Chu inherited the position of the leader of the Seven Quarter Sect, while his younger son Zhang Lan left home and came to the south of the Yangtze River.

He was forced by his brother, that's right.

But there is another reason. Compared to Zhang Chu, who wanted to reunite the Demon Sect and inherit his father's glory, Zhang Lan had no interest in the Demon Sect. His purpose was very simple, and he just wanted to find his father.

He never believed that his father was too sad and died of being too obsessed with the rumor of the outside world.

How could a strange man like his father end up like this?

Zhang Lan firmly believes that Zhang Moye is still alive and he will definitely find his father.

And now, the most important clue has emerged.

Shen Qiu, Zhang Lan has seen the jade in his hand countless times when he was a child.

That piece of jade is my father's beloved thing and never leaves it. It disappeared with his father. How could it reappear ten years later and fall into Shen Qiu's hands?

What is the relationship between Shen Qiu and his father?

Has he met his father?

These unsolved questions came to my mind one by one, and no matter how much Zhang Lan thought about it, she could not find the answer.

He had to ask Chen Qiu in person.

If that guy doesn't know the truth, give him some color and give him some bitterness!

He is nothing more than a young man who has just entered the world. What kind of skills can he have?

Zhang Lan held the beautiful woman in her arms, and the light in her eyes was bright and dark. After a night, in the early morning, the young man Xihua finally made a decision.

The next morning, Zhang Lan and the two beauties bathed together, and after using breakfast, they planned to go to Yanyulou.

Before he could go out, he saw Chen Lan's maid Xiuhe, dressed in an ordinary outfit, walking into his own house with flowers blooming.

"You're coming just right."

Zhang Lan met Xiuhe in the study. He danced the folding fan in his hand and said to Xiuhe:
To be continued...