Zuo Chongming brought Jiang Fenglong to Chen Mansion.
"Master Hou, I..."
Jiang Fenglong looked eager, as if he was about to rush up and knock on the door, but he hesitated and retracted his feet, asking again and again: "Is my sister really here?"
"Um."
Zuo Chongming squinted at the plaque and raised the corners of his lips: "Your sister is lucky. After being abducted by human traffickers, she was rescued on the road."
"Because your sister was still young at the time, and she was fair-skinned, they took her away together. This group is now the Chen family..."
Jiang Fenglong licked his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Hou, tell me...does my sister still recognize me? Are you willing to come with me?"
"have no idea."
Zuo Chongming shook his head: "But I know that after people get used to the current environment, they will generally not take the initiative to go out unless they are forced to do so."
The older a person is, the more obvious this characteristic becomes.
Because they are not so curious, they have frequent contact and understand new things, and they prefer to be in their own familiar small world.
Jiang Fenglong smiled bitterly: "My sister is three years younger than me. I am forty-eight this year, and she is also forty-five years old. Why are she still working as a maid?"
Zuo Chongming: "She has spiritual veins, and she should be around the blood coagulation state at present, so she is about the same as in her early twenties, and is far from old age."
"That's it." Jiang Fenglong's eyes were wandering and his voice was a bit drawn out.
Zuo Chongming said calmly: "You will never get the answer if you leave a mark at the door. Some questions can be asked clearly when we meet in person. Why bother here?"
When his words revealed what he was thinking, Jiang Fenglong showed a helpless smile: "I know, it's just..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw the closed door of Chen Mansion slowly opening with a creak.
The two women walked out of the door, communicating in soft whispers with faint smiles on their faces.
However, when they saw Zuo Chongming, their smiles suddenly froze, their pretty faces turned pale, and they even took a step back subconsciously.
They knew this face so well that it could even be said...that they would never forget it.
Chen Yue will never forget this person's invincible figure in the arena, killing everyone.
Although she was lucky to survive, every time she closed her eyes in the past few days, the scene of Zuo Chongming killing people with a sword would appear, killing people wantonly.
She finally regained some energy today and planned to go out for a walk to relax, but she never expected to meet him again as soon as she went out.
"Little, little, miss..."
The maid in green was the first to react. She suppressed her cramped calf and blocked Chen Yue behind her: "I'll break the rear. Hurry up and run."
"Don't be nervous, it's okay."
Chen Yue bit her lip hard, took a deep breath and said: "I didn't know that the champion Hou Dajia is coming to visit. The Chen family is disappointed to welcome you from afar. I hope that the Hou Lord will forgive me."
Zuo Chongming looked at her with squinted eyes, and suddenly showed a faint smile: "Do you know why I didn't kill you when we were in the arena that day?"
Seeing him approaching, Chen Yue couldn't help but tremble and asked in a trembling voice: "Why, why..."
Others may not know it clearly, but she does.
At that time, Zuo Chongming had every chance to take away her life with a sword, but for some reason he didn't do it.
She thought she was lucky enough, but now it seems that the other party did it deliberately.
Zuo Chongming raised his chin and motioned for her to lead the way: "My subordinate's own sister was abducted by human traffickers, so..."
Maybe his tone was calm, or maybe he didn't mean any harm.
Chen Yue's complicated mood gradually calmed down, and she frowned and asked: "Master Marquis came to Chen's house to look for someone? To look for your subordinate's lost sister?"
Jiang Fenglong hurriedly patted his chest and interjected: "It's my sister, she, she should be forty-five years old this year, her nickname is Ling'er."
"Ling'er?"
Chen Yue was stunned for a moment, then instinctively looked at the woman in green next to him: "Yes, I remember dad said that you seem to be a human trafficker..."
Jiang Fenglong looked at her instantly, the suspicion in his eyes gradually turned into excitement, and he rubbed his hands hesitantly: "You are Ling'er, can you lend me a drop of blood?"
He specially prepared a secret method to trace the source through blood and check whether the other party is related to him by blood.
When he first saw her, Jiang Fenglong felt a little familiar, but not too offended. Now that he could finally verify it, it was strange that he wasn't excited.
The woman in green clothes was a little at a loss and subconsciously looked to Chen Yue for help: "This, miss..."
Chen Yue sighed: "Give him a try."
"Thank you."
Jiang Fenglong took several deep breaths and solemnly thanked him.
Then, he quickly cut his finger, activated the true energy to wrap the two drops of blood and fused them, and then used a secret method...
The misty blood light flickered, and the two drops of blood gradually merged and quickly condensed into a magnificent blood-colored crystal, with vague inscriptions swirling in it.
Jiang Fenglong's pupils suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but murmured with joy: "It's true, it's true...it's really Ling'er..."
"Give them a place to reminisce about old times."
Zuo Chongming looked at Chen Yue and then said: "In addition, I happen to have a small favor to ask the lady for. Can you lend me a step to speak?"
"It all depends on the order of the Marquis."
Chen Yue nodded in confusion. At this time, the fear in her heart was much lessened, but the awe was not lost at all.
The two wandered to the garden.
Zuo Chongming took out a letter from the spiritual ring and said casually: "I heard that Miss Chen is a disciple of the Huanyue Sect, and the Huanyue Sect is in the Xiyun Mansion."
"exactly."
Chen Yue didn't know why and nodded warily.
"Miss Chen will return to the clan soon, right?"
Zuo Chongming smiled and said: "I remember that Huanyue Sect has a chief disciple replacement competition every five years. The time has come and you will definitely not miss it."
Chen Yuemei's eyes widened and she looked at him in shock: "How do you... Lord Hou know?"
Zuo Chongming did not elaborate and put the letter in her hand: "I will pass this letter to your sect leader, and don't worry about the rest."
"What's in this letter..."
Chen Yue was quite distrustful of him and always felt that there was a trap in it, so he hesitated and wanted to refuse.
Seeing this, Zuo Chongming couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, it's just an invitation, there's no harm in giving it to you."
Chen Yue smiled dryly and nodded: "In that case, the little lady will definitely take care of it."
"Then it'll be fine."
Zuo Chongming nodded slightly and glanced at her tiger's mouth with his peripheral vision: "You are not suitable for practicing swordsmanship. Huanyue Sect's Lingfeng Hunhun is okay. Go back and give it a try."
"ah?"
Chen Yue couldn't keep up with his thinking for a while and felt confused.
But the other party was stronger than him and there was no point in lying to her, so she secretly wrote down this suggestion and planned to go back and try it.
In fact, her biggest doubt is why Zuo Chongming is so familiar with Huanyue Sect?
It's a pity that she didn't dare to ask if they didn't tell her.
Zuo Chongming said: "I am leaving Beijing today. If you happen to be lucky enough, I can give you a ride."
Chen Yue waved her hands quickly and said awkwardly: "No, no need. Thank you Lord Marquis for your kindness. The little girl plans to stay a few more days to accompany her parents."