Carefully report Xiao Bi'er to the wooden couch and cover the quilt.

Zhong Shenxiu sat aside, thinking to himself.

At present, the situation of the Zhong family is chaotic and unclear, which is in response to the old saying: the temple is small and the demon is windy, and the water is shallow.

Judging from the information that can be known so far, there are at least two or more forces in the Zhong family now, fighting openly and secretly.

The purpose of the act is unknown, and it is clear that he is definitely an important pawn in it.

And the traces of the Blood Dove Valley are undisguised, and they will definitely break some tacit understanding and balance in this delicate situation.

This is not necessarily a good thing for me.

Only when the water is muddied and the truth hidden at the bottom can it surface.

Everyone thought that Zhong Shenxiu was just a pawn that could be used, and he couldn't help himself.

It is precisely because of this contempt that Zhong Shen Xiufang was able to play his hands in it and become one of the secret chess players.

.........

In the middle of the night, a terrible sound of breaking the air sounded outside the door.

"Who?"

Zhong Shenxiu's palms were like lotus flowers, brushing Xiao Bi'er's body, causing her to fall into a deeper sleep.

Carefully wrenching the other palm away from her clenched little hand.

Lifting the water and fire front, like a phoenix sweeping its wings, it swept out of the door without touching the ground.

I saw that in the shade of the trees outside the door, a black corner of clothes flashed away.

On the top of the doumen outside the courtyard, a small sword with a strange shape was nailed to a piece of white silk.

"Cut, can't you have some fresh routines?"

Zhong Shenxiu's heart was slightly sprinkled, and he was not in a hurry to chase after the figure with his head and tail hidden, Shi Shiran put away the white silk.

"The Xuanyi Sword Guard under the command of Zhong Ziqi mysteriously disappeared a team, and the general Zhong San crossed the corpse of the blood dove valley!"

The handwriting was sloppy, apparently done in a hurry, and there was no payment.

However, this strangely shaped small sword is the unique token of Zhong Yuanjie, the third commander of the Zhong family.

"The first one who couldn't hold his breath was actually Uncle Yuan Jietang? Or ......?"

Zhong Shenxiu muttered to himself, and as soon as he spit out the true qi in his palm, the white silk turned into wisps of crumbs and fell from his palm.

.........

"Why is the virtuous nephew in the court?"

When Zhong Shenxiu was secretly thinking, a hearty laugh came from a distance.

Before the words fell, a figure that seemed to be slow and fast, as if it was in harmony with heaven and earth, floated in.

Zhong Shenxiu raised his eyes and saw a middle-aged scribe wearing a white jade crown, a colorful brocade robe, and a long beard with three willows, strolling leisurely.

"It turned out to be Uncle Nian, and the little nephew has seen Uncle Nian!"

It turned out that this middle-aged scribe was Zhong Wannian, the father of Zhong Boya and the head of the three leaders of the Zhong family.

He and his brother Zhong Qianqiu are both one of the three leaders of the Zhong family, and they are powerful people who can compete with the head of the Zhong family.

"You and my dear relatives, you don't have to be so polite! If it weren't for your father's careful teachings, how could I have achieved what I am today?

I'm ashamed that I haven't been able to take care of you for so many years! I heard that my nephew was injured a few days ago, but there is a big problem?"

Zhong Wannian's words were sincere, his eyes were sincere, and his slightly ashamed eyes were very in place.

However, the first time Zhong Shenxiu saw him, he felt that this person was a heroic figure like Yue Buqun.

After he spoke, the feeling intensified.

"The little nephew thanks Uncle Nian for taking care of him over the years, if it weren't for Uncle Nian, the little nephew would probably be ......"

Hearing Zhong Wannian's words, Zhong Shenxiu bowed and bowed, and his words were stalking.

It was as if the grievances of many years had finally been poured, and the mist in his eyes was hazy.

"Alas, these years, I have suffered you! Soon, your father's former study of the Kanli Sword Sect is about to hold an introductory trial.

When the time comes, we will do our best to fight for a seat for you!"

"Little nephew, thank you Uncle Nian!"

Zhong Shenxiu bowed to the ground again, but he secretly thought in his heart: Kanli Sword Sect, this is the second time I have heard this name.

Presumably, these treacherous situations of the Zhong family must be inseparable from this Kanli Sword Sect.

"This is the thousand-year-old ginseng that my uncle has accumulated over the years, which is just right to nourish the vitality of the virtuous nephew.

Remember, before the end of the year, you must reach the realm of the day after tomorrow, and you can only operate this matter for you. Got it?"

Zhong Wannian's broad palm slapped Zhong Shenxiu's shoulder a few times, and commanded with a serious face.

"The little nephew remembers Uncle Nian's teachings, and he will do his best to live up to Uncle Nian's high expectations!"

Zhong Shenxiu raised his head suddenly, looked squarely at his cousin, and replied with a solemn face, revealing a determined light in his eyes.

"It's so good, Uncle Wei doesn't live up to your father's trust!"

Zhong Wannian stuffed a brocade box into Zhong Shenxiu's hand and smiled with relief.

Then he turned and floated away, without the slightest fuss.

After Zhong Wannian left, Zhong Shenxiu was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled.

"This Zhong family is getting more and more interesting. There are both Yue Buqun-style heroes like Uncle Nian, and there are uncles who act domineeringly and resemble the leaders of the Wuyue Alliance, so should I play the role ......of Linghu Shaoxia well?

pinched the brocade box in his hand, and Zhong Shenxiu's eyes looked inexplicable.

There will definitely be no problem with this thousand-year-old ginseng, and if there is a problem, Uncle Nian is not worthy of fighting with his uncle for so many years.

But whether this is good or malicious depends on the wisdom of the people.

............

After pondering for a while, Zhong Shenxiu put down the brocade box, carried the long sword upside down, and Shi Shiran walked towards the direction of the clan land and the treasury.

"Second Young Master!"

"I've seen the second young master!"

"Second Young Master, Hailful!"

Along the way, whether it was the clansmen or the people in the house, they all saluted respectfully when they saw Zhong Shenxiu.

It is undoubtedly a world of difference from the previous attitude of cold sidelines, with a hint of ridicule.

Some beautiful maids, between the flow of their eyes, are even more implicitly flattering, secretly sending autumn waves.

Zhong Shenxiu didn't care about the attitude of these people, and turned a blind eye to them.

People are warm and cold, and the world is hot and cold, Zhong Shenxiu has long been commonplace in his previous life.

After harvesting a basket of flattery and autumn spinach, Zhong Shenxiu took a leisurely stroll and came to the front of the warehouse.

"Second young master, the little one has seen the second young master! I just said that early this morning, why did the magpies chirp non-stop, it turned out that there was a distinguished guest coming to the door! I don't know what the second young master has to say......?

The treasurer of the treasury is a fat man with a fat brain and a brocade robe.

As soon as the fat man saw Zhong Shenxiu, he hurriedly sent a basket of good words.

"Treasurer Gao, why is Young Master Ben a guest in your eyes?"

Zhong Shenxiu glanced at the big fat man and asked coldly.

The high treasurer, who was full of fat brains, was stunned when he heard the words, and his endless words stopped abruptly.

"The villain lost his words, the villain should die, the villain offended the second young master, he should be beaten, he should be beaten!"

This fat man is also a character who can bend and stretch, and when he heard Zhong Shenxiu's words, he quickly slapped himself a few big mouths and begged for mercy incessantly.

Zhong Shenxiu smiled freely, and didn't bother to entangle with these villains.

"Half a year's worth of rice, flour, oil, and salt, as soon as they are used, will be sent to my hospital within half an hour!

"No problem, no problem......"

Under Zhong Shenxiu's cold eyes like a knife, Gao Si Kuan was sweating profusely and was busy responding one by one.