This time leaving a letter and running away was probably Zhong Qingye's whim, rather it was a conspiracy between her and Feng Jin. [] At least the two of them had already agreed to meet at a certain location in a certain inn in Lilong Town.

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Of course, Feng Jin provided the location. Zhong Qingye had never been out of Jingyang City, so of course he wouldn't know about these small places. As for how Feng Jin knew, he didn't say, and Zhong Qingye didn't bother to ask.

Before the agreement, Zhong Qingye entrusted him with something, and now Feng Jin finally didn't take her words for granted. Through this matter, Zhong Qingye also indirectly affirmed Feng Jin's strength.

In the hands of this man, at least he held a piece of power that she was completely unaware of.

What Feng Jin gave her was a small wooden sign, with the word Fulin written in red cinnabar on the front, and a number written in ink on the back. She knew immediately that it was the room number of the inn. Zhong Qingye took the sign and

He raised his hand and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Feng Jinna looked at her, shook her head slightly, paused for a while and then asked: "Do you still have enough money?"

Zhong Qingye raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Although it is enough, if you are willing to give some in return, I will never care."

Feng Jin: "..." took out a handful of banknotes.

Zhong Qingye put away his smile and blinked at him. The expression on his face was clearly: Is there more? Is there more? My bag is not full yet?

Feng Jin stretched out his hand and rubbed her forehead affectionately, tilted his head slightly, the veil swayed, and the elegant arc of the lip line could be vaguely seen, and his tone was like coaxing a disobedient child: "Okay, it's getting late.

, you go over quickly, I have to continue on my way. Remember, be careful in everything, think twice before you act, don't be reckless, you know?"

This verbose guy... Zhong Qingye decided to forgive him for once on the face of that handful of banknotes. He raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, stretched out his hand and waved it with a crooked eyebrow, and said in a singing-like tone: "Bon voyage."

Feng Jinnai shook her head, knowing in her heart that she probably didn't hear her. She stretched out her hand to press the brim of her hat, and finally nodded to her: "I'll be back in about half a month, so remember to be careful."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the noisy hall. Zhong Qingye shrugged and sat alone for a while. After guessing that Feng Jin had walked a certain distance, he stood up and walked out of the hall. He asked a passerby to ask Fulin.

The location of the inn is just along the way.

The smoothness was incredible. Zhong Qingye stood in front of the door with the numbers written on the back of the small wooden sign. He was about to reach for the door, but he temporarily changed it to knocking on the door. After two thumps, the room became silent.

Zhong Qingye was very patient and continued to knock. It was not until the sixth time that he heard a cold voice in the room. He spat out one word with as much care as gold: "Who?"

Zhong Qingye walked in and said with a faint smile: "Your master, my fingers are sore from knocking on the door, and you just gave me such a word?"

The room was tightly closed with heavy curtains drawn. Even in broad daylight, the light was still dim. There was a set of wooden seats next to it. From Zhong Qingye's perspective, they looked at it as rubbish. He Rui

The rare wood scattered everywhere in the palace is not of the same grade at all, but fortunately it is still clean.

The tabletop is covered with a light hemp-colored tablecloth and a set of tea sets. It looks simple and warm. Four chairs are placed in four directions, each with a big red cushion on them. On the chair facing the north sits a small

boy.

He looks about seven or eight years old, with a slender figure but not weak, and a strange sense of strength. His face is cold, his eyebrows are picturesque, the lines of his neck are clean and neat, his skin is delicate and fair, and his shape is like beautiful porcelain. He wears a simple coarse cloth robe before the rain.

Wearing it on him, it inexplicably exudes an inviolable dignity. The black hair is neatly tied high and strands are scattered behind the head.

Hearing Zhong Qingye's voice, the child turned around quietly. The black hair on the back of his head moved slightly with his movements, and a few strands fell on his neck. The contrast between black and white was as strong as a knife.

The child's eyes were very quiet, like a bright mirror, with dark and bright pupils, but without any emotional fluctuations. They were like a magic stone that could inadvertently suck out a person's soul.

Zhong Qingye sighed, Xi Zhan took off his mask and turned into a miniature monster.

Zhong Qingye walked over, stretched out his hand to touch his head out of habit, and said with a smile: "Have you been waiting for a long time?

Xi Zang tilted his head, looked at her with an expression on his face, moved his thin lips, and said, "Turtle."

Zhong Qingye was angry: "If you are impatient, there is no need to follow me. Isn't it great to stay in the palace and enjoy the hot food? Why come out with me and suffer?"

Xi Yan narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand to press his waist. Ever since he started receiving training from Zhong Qingye, he had been accustomed to putting a dagger on his waist, just like Zhong Qingye liked to tie a dagger to his wrist. He raised his head and spoke to Zhong Qingye.

Ye looked at each other and said word by word: "I need actual combat."

Zhong Qingye took a breath and looked down at the child's seemingly calm eyes. She could see through his surface calmness and see the surging hatred lurking in his eyes. Inadvertently, Zhong Qingye frowned slightly.

This child is more resilient than she imagined. At least, he clearly understands what he needs.

It was Qi Mu who betrayed him, and it was Qi Mu who killed his entire family. In other words, his opponent was the royal family of Northern Qi. It is not fun to fight against the royal family, nor is it that simple. Just rely on Zhong alone.

With the training Aoba gave him, he would never be able to kill his enemies with his own hands.

The most direct reason why Xi Zang wants to become stronger is that he wants revenge.

Zhong Qingye still doesn't know if this child knows Qi Mo's ambition, but Xi Zang is very smart, and it will only be a matter of time before he discovers this. If Zhong Qingye is in Xi Zang's position now, she can easily understand Xi Zang.

If Zan's idea can't be accomplished by himself, then he needs to rely on someone who can. But before that, he needs to be able to protect himself.

Xi Zang wants to overthrow Qi Mu's dynasty, which is beyond imagination based on his ability, so as soon as he discovers Qi Mo's ambition, he is likely to attach himself to Qi Mo and achieve his goal through Qi Mo's power.

As for Xi Zang, Zhong Qingye believes that he definitely has this intention. However, Qi Mo has many capable people. If he wants to kill Qi Mu, he must at least impress Qi Mo with his strength.

This is why Xi Zang wants to become stronger wholeheartedly.

Zhong Qingye sighed almost inaudibly, reached out and patted the child on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "In that case, then follow me, your master."

Zhong Qingye will not stop this child's desire for revenge, because she has experienced Xi Zang's mood personally.
Chapter completed!