Chen Ping nodded silently and said nothing.

"By the way, Mr. Chen, these days when I was away, I want to ask Mr. Chen to help me take care of that girl Lingxuan." Zhou Changping bowed slightly and said.

Chen Ping quickly grabbed Zhou Changping and said, "How many days do you go?"

Zhou Changping said calmly: "Four or five days, I have not planned to come back alive. If there is an accident in me, I hope Mr. Chen will support the Zhou family more."

Chen Ping browed and said, "So serious?"

Zhou Changping said: "Young Master Chen knows too little about the national martial arts circle. I am old. I hope I can use my life to suppress these families and seek ten years of stability for national martial arts."

"I'll let Fu Daoren, Pan Maodian and others go with you."

Chen Ping said anxiously, he could see that Zhou Changping had already had the ambition to die.

"No need." Zhou Changping shook his head and said, "The masters are not allowed to attack the national martial arts families and forces. This is a deadly rule."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping was stunned, looked at Zhou Changping in confusion and said, "Then are you?"

Zhou Changping shook his head and said, "I am old. Those false names are nothing to me. If you throw them away, you will throw them away. Moreover, there must be masters in the national martial arts world to intimidate martial arts forces from all walks of life such as Fusang."

At this point, Chen Ping didn't say anything more.

After saying goodbye to Zhou Changping, Chen Ping returned to the hotel.

The only thing that surprised him was that Yang Guilan actually came in a wheelchair...

Chen Ping was puzzled, how could she come here?

Jiang Wan was accompanying Yang Guilan when she saw Chen Ping coming back and said with a smile: "Are you back?"

Yang Guilan was drinking the bird's nest porridge that Jiang Wan served. When she saw Chen Ping appearing at the door of the suite, her face instantly became cold and she muttered: "Waste."

Although the voice was small, Jiang Wan heard it and glared at Yang Guilan, whose hands and feet were covered in plaster on the wheelchair.

Chen Ping was also helpless. He was so good at it. Yang Guilan still had this temper and didn't know how to restrain herself.

"Why did mom come?"

Chen Ping originally asked Jiang Wan, but when Yang Guilan heard this, she felt harsh and shouted angrily: "Why, you don't welcome me now, right? Chen Ping, is it in your eyes that I am sitting in a wheelchair and my hands and feet cannot move. I am a useless person? So, do you look down on me?"

"Mom, Chen Ping didn't mean that."

Jiang Wan hurriedly explained.

However, Yang Guilan didn't listen at all, stared at Chen Ping unreasonably and asked, "Why are you talking, do you mean that?"

After saying that, she cried and made a fuss: "It's unreasonable. The son-in-law starts to dislike my mother-in-law. Wan'er, you said, if my mother collapses on the bed in the future, will Chen Ping ignore my life or death?"

Jiang Wan was helpless and quickly said, "No, mom, don't think too much, Chen Ping is not that kind of person."

After saying that, she glanced at Chen Ping, who was helpless and said, "Mom, don't think about it. I won't ignore you. But why did you suddenly come over? You can't be discharged from the hospital yet?"

When Yang Guilan saw Chen Ping's look that seemed to be able to see through everything, she immediately felt guilty and said, "I... I miss my daughter and granddaughter, so I'll come and take a look. Why, don't you welcome me?"

As he said that, Yang Guilan started to make trouble again.

In desperation, Chen Ping had to give up.

The next day, Jiang Wan was flying in the morning. Chen Ping took her to the airport. After she separated from her, she hurried to Zhou Changping's small villa in Shangshanghai.

I didn't see Mr. Zhou.

There are only six masters standing on the balcony on the second floor, looking at the rising sun in the sky.

"Where is Mr. Zhou?" Chen Ping asked.

Pan Maodian said with a worried look: "He has left."

Chen Ping was silent in his heart and looked at their sight.

Perhaps, many years later, someone will remember this scene.

Mr. Zhou, dressed in white, gave up all his reputation for the foundation of national martial arts and inheritance, and embarked on a path of fighting alone.

After a while, Chen Ping asked, "Is Mr. Zhou's trip difficult?"

Daoren Fu shook his head, sighed, and said, "There are eighty-one difficulties, Senior Zhou, you are eighty-four."

Yu Rong, the senior sister of Emei, seemed very angry, wrapped her hands around her chest and said angrily: "Those damn big families have always hindered the development of national martial arts. No, I want to accompany Senior Zhou!"

Another old man, about sixty years old, had sword eyebrows and long beards, and had a great temperament, saying, "Don't forget what Senior Zhou told us before leaving, the overall situation is the most important thing."

Master Yin Buwei, a practitioner, Yin and Yang Bagua, Feng Shui secret techniques, divination and fortune-telling, and is very proficient.

Yu Rong then gritted her teeth hatefully.

Chen Ping never said anything, and watched the back as the six people watched the far away.

Vicissitudes and tallness.

This back has supported the backbone and future of the Chinese martial arts!

After leaving here, Chen Ping returned to the hotel.

When Yang Guilan saw Chen Ping coming back, she shouted and said, "Chen Ping, I'm thirsty, pour me a glass of water."

Chen Ping responded, poured a cup of warm water and handed it over.

Then, he played with Mi Li for a while.

"Chen Ping, I want to eat an apple, peel an apple for me."

Yang Guilan watched the TV and shouted.

Chen Ping hurriedly stood up, sat aside, peeled the apple and handed it to Yang Guilan.

"You are blind! How can I take it? Cut it into small pieces and feed me with a toothpick!" Yang Guilan said angrily immediately.

Chen Ping nodded and said okay.

He cut the apple into small pieces and then slowly delivered it to Yang Guilan's mouth.

Yang Guilan seemed to enjoy being served by Chen Ping, and her eyes were filled with joy and pride.

When it was lunch, Chen Ping pushed her downstairs and went to a nearby restaurant.

Perhaps because she was her mother-in-law and couldn't move, Yang Guilan had a bad attitude towards Chen Ping in the restaurant and shouted in all kinds of ways.

Even the people who were eating around could not bear it anymore.

Of course, there are many people who are watching the fun and gossiping:

"Look, that silly boy, like a male nanny."

"It's so pitiful. I'm sure I can't do it if I'm so mean."

"No, I'm a man with no prospect at first glance, and he has no temper at all."

Chen Ping listened to the discussions of the people around him and said nothing.

Yang Guilan was very happy, but on the contrary, she became more and more powerful in calling Chen Ping.

After leaving the restaurant, Yang Guilan was pushed in front and said sarcastically: "Chen Ping, don't think that if I am sitting in a wheelchair now, I can't cure you. I am your mother-in-law, and there are some methods to cure you. Why are you doing in Shanghai? I have heard from others that I raise a mistress, right? You can really do it."

Chen Ping pushed Yang Guilan and frowned.

Raising a mistress?

Did Yang Guilan come for this?

"Mom, who did you hear me? I have my own private affairs when I come to Shanghai." Chen Ping explained.

However, Yang Guilan didn't listen at all and cursed: "You're still quibbling, right? OK, when I get the evidence, you'll wait until you leave the house with nothing from my Jiang family!"

"There is also the little wild girl Mi Li, which is not something that my Jiang family won't want. My daughter can't bring a bottle of oil. At that time, even she will be driven out!"

"I tell you Chen Ping, if you don't want to have a good life with me, Yang Guilan, all day!"

The more Yang Guilan spoke, the more unpleasant she heard, the chill on Chen Ping's face became stronger and stronger.

Just in time, the intersection.

Not far away, a truck was driving rapidly, and Chen Ping also pushed Yang Guilan to cross the road.

Suddenly, Chen Ping looked at the car, then looked at the wheelchair in his hand, and his hands suddenly loosened.

Beep!

The truck honked his horn desperately!
Chapter completed!