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Chen Weicheng sat alone, gently pinching his eyebrows. The lamp on the table illuminated his scorched yellow and blue complexion. A huge stone weighed on his heart, making him restless. But it turned out that Fang Geng, a Manichaean, had the heart to kill his father and escaped from the Qiyuan swearing-in ceremony on the ninth day of October in the second year of Emperor Huizong's reign of Emperor Xuanhe of the Song Dynasty. After that, he searched for medicinal herbs in the mountains and forests, scrawledly bandaged his broken arm, walked day and night, and went to the government to report Fang La's rebellion and lead the officers and soldiers to avenge his bloody family.

On a tall and long wall, there is an inconspicuous small door. The door was opened from the inside, and two burly men in bright clothes came out and led Nie Qingchen into the door. This time, Li Qiao was not blindfolded. He followed Nie Qingchen through the small door and was immediately stunned by the scene on the other side of the wall. Inside the wall is an endless stretch of tranquil beauty. The rockery and running water are ingeniously arranged, with pavilions and pavilions dotted among them. Although it is an artificially stacked garden, it is more touching and moving than real mountains and waters. Li Qiao was dumbfounded. He couldn't tell the direction after walking a few steps. He felt like he was in a dream. He couldn't help but sigh: "Tokyo is indeed the best resort in the world, and its residents are all very lucky. Sir, are the people we are going to visit coming soon?" Nie Qingchen walked in front of him and said, "They have already arrived."

The person who walked out of Wangchu Hall was in his forties, dressed in a scholar's robe, but he was an honest and honest Confucian. Three other disciples followed him out, and they all wore white jade like Situ Yi and the other six. The Confucian took five steps out of the hall and waved gently to the disciples on the rooftop. The people who were kneeling suddenly stood up in unison. Then he stood upright with his hands behind his back and turned to look at Nie Qingchen in the isolated circle. Nie Qingchen looked at him, speechless for a while, but there seemed to be mixed and moist lights dancing in his eyes. After being silent for a while, he bent down to salute and greeted in a very hoarse voice: "Master Chen, long time no see. How is everything lately?" Chen Weicheng smiled slightly and said, "It's indeed a long time. There is a junior brother who is doing evil outside and brings shame to the door. Do you think it's good or not?"

In the dark night, Li Qiao saw clearly the snakes surrounding him, which looked like a grass basin. He was so frightened that he bit the back of his hand, not daring to make a sound. However, he was stunned for a moment and quickly let go of his teeth, almost spitting out. He just thought that he was about to be bitten by a poisonous snake with thousands of wounds, so he couldn't help but close his eyes and wait for death. After a while, he didn't feel any pain from the bite. When he dared to open his eyes, he saw the snakes only circling around him, as if trying to avoid them. He stayed for a moment and then crawled away on his hands and knees. He sneaked all the way until the light of the hut was no longer visible, then he stood up and ran. At this time, all the panic was forgotten, and he just ran and thought: "Mrs. Chen actually lynched my eldest brother. Fortunately, Daxia Chen is taking care of him and can protect him for the time being. I must find Shi Xiucai immediately and rescue him. I must rescue him!" At this time, the moon was in the sky, and silver light was shining through the forest tops.

Nie Qingchen returned to Truman to inquire about the truth behind his master's death from vomiting blood, but became confused because of Chen Weicheng's deliberate stimulation. Nie Qingchen pointed out that Su Chaoyu was the murderer in front of the Yujia Ao people and the Truman leader Ye Yinian who wanted to form an alliance, but was refuted by a woman. The name Cen Biyan has actually been admired by Trumen disciples for a long time. Although the people in Gusu Mountain don't like to talk about this man, the orphan of Cen, the gangster who was once a gangster, and the assassin who murdered the founder of Trumen many times, he is the master of the sect. Hearing his senior talk once when he joined the sect is enough to be unforgettable. Faced with the treacherous situation in front of them, the shrewd Sun Shaoyou was shocked and speechless. All the ten young masters of Chutai were at a loss. They could only focus on Nie Qingchen, who only had half his life left, and the woman who had just unveiled her veil.

Wanzhou, with a radius of 120,000 hectares, rich mountains and accessible water systems, is the source of wealth on the land of Kyushu and a paradise for merchants in Chinese society. The top ten famous cities, headed by Huai'an, have always implemented chamber of commerce autonomy; the profit-seeking hearts have given wings to gold and silver coins, and the prosperity of the world has soared into the sky. Stars have flown for 5,500 years, and this is the 210th year of the founding of the Great Xie Dynasty. The stars that are said to symbolize wealth have never been so bright. Stars have flown for five thousand and five hundred years, desires are as expensive as gold, and morality is as cheap as dust. Twenty-seven-year-old Jiang Zimei climbed to the top of Huai'an City and took office as the leader of Wanzhou Chamber of Commerce. Looking down at this place where even dreams have a price tag, he made a decision that subverted tradition: setting up a special "Embroidery Envoy" to enforce the law with a license and supervise the business order of the ten cities. Stars have flown for 5,500 years, and every Wanzhou person has a golden dream. The Embroidered Clothes Envoys are the only heretics left on the busy trade routes - they will not be bought off at any price.