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382. Chapter 382 Martial arts disaster [17]

The boss of the killer organization also made such a request, and Mo Zihan's original answer was, "I have plenty of money. You can keep the little money you have for your own retirement!"

Looking at Mo Zihan, whose face was so dark that it was dripping with ink, Leng Feng and Yi Wuchen both felt like they had kicked a brick wall this time.

After a long time, Mo Zihan asked: "Is Jialan okay?"

"fine."

Lengfeng's answer made Mo Zihan breathe a sigh of relief, but he was immediately lifted up again.

"It's just that Ximen Yunhai issued an order saying that more entertainment venues like Jialan should be opened, and he also encouraged the private sector to open more such venues."

Mo Zihan raised her eyebrows slightly. Although she felt angry, but think about it, even if those people imitate her, they will not be able to manage her by then. It doesn't matter, it's a market economy!

"You ask the brothers in the branch to hide first, and we will discuss this matter when I get to Xiliang."

"Have you decided to go to Xiliang?" Yi Wuchen asked.

Mo Zihan nodded. "Anyway, the Qingshan Sect is located in Xiliang. Now that Luo Qingyun is injured, we can still send him back along the way."---------------------

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"Brother Luo, I saw a rainbow!"

"My lord, Jiuquan has arrived."

As soon as Mo Zihan finished speaking to Luo Qingyun, the sound of cold wind came from outside the carriage.

When you see a rainbow, you know you have entered the territory of Jiuquan, this is what Luo Qingyun said.

At first, Mo Zihan didn't believe it was so evil, but when their carriage turned a small corner and she saw the rainbow, Lengfeng also saw the city gate of Jiuquan.

"What, I'm not exaggerating, am I?" Luo Qingyun smiled and leaned on the carriage couch that Mo Zihan prepared for him. It was covered with a thick velvet blanket and was very comfortable to lean on.

Mo Zihan sighed and nodded.

Jiuquan is a small city. Not long after the carriage entered through the east gate, it left the city through the west gate and headed towards their destination, Qingshan.

Jiuquan City got its name because there are nine thousand-foot waterfalls surrounding the city.

Xiliang is located in the west, where the sunshine is strong and long-lasting. Coupled with the mist splashing down from the waterfall, you can see rainbows almost everywhere. Jiuquan City is also known as the Fog City.

Qingshan is one of the nine waterfall mountains.

When we arrived at the foot of the Qingshan Mountain, we looked up and saw the Qingshan Sect's martial arts training ground on the flat terrain halfway up the mountain.

Six huge running script fonts of "Qingshan Sect Wuzongmen" are gracefully and smoothly carved on the cliff.

According to Luo Qingyun, these are the six words left by the founder of the Qingshan Sect. At that time, the founder used his deep inner strength to fly up the cliff and carved them with his sword.

"Brother Luo, we're here, get off the car." Mo Zihan held Luo Qingyun's arm and said.

After entering Jiuquan City, Luo Qingyun's mood has been very low. Mo Zihan understood that he had no shame in going back to see his master and fellow disciples.

With a deep sigh, Luo Qingyun got off the carriage with Mo Zihan's help.

Several disciples at the foot of the mountain greeted Luo Qingyun happily when they saw him. Seeing Luo Qingyun being supported, they immediately asked with concern: "Senior Brother, what's wrong with you? Why didn't Young Master and other senior brothers come back with you?

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"Master, is he here?" Luo Qingyun asked directly, bypassing the questions of these junior brothers.


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