Nalan Zijian nodded, "But Lu Qingfeng knows."

"Do you think he's going to tell me"?

"meeting".

"Why do you think so?"

Nalan Zijian smiled lightly, his smile was calm and confident.

"Killing is always the biggest risk. Shadow never kills people easily. Why is he always clinging to Lu Qingfeng and you? I think Lu Qingfeng's identity is by no means as simple as a martial artist hired by the Jin family, which can make Shadow pursue him at all costs.

The person who killed must be someone who knows shadows very well. What kind of person knows shadows best? It is naturally shadows."

Jin Buhuan looked at Nalan Zijian in surprise.

Nalan Zijian continued: "Shadow is used to having people watching around puppets. Back then, the Chenlong Group had it, the Nalan family had it, and the Jin family naturally had it. Lu Chenlong developed Shadow into his wife, and your Jin family developed Lu Qingfeng into a wife.

He killed his own people, so Shadow must kill Lu Qingfeng."

Nalan Zijian ignored Jin Buhuan's surprised expression and said calmly: "Since Lu Qingfeng is the shadow, he naturally knows the shadow's behavior very well. He knows that even if he tells the shadow that he didn't want to reveal anything to you, the shadow still won't reveal anything to you.

You will be left behind as a disaster. Instead of letting you die in a daze, I might as well tell you everything, and maybe there will be a glimmer of hope."

He looked into Jin Buhuan's eyes and smiled lightly, "So I'm sure Lu Qingfeng told you everything he knows, including some secrets he knows about shadows."

Jin Buhuan looked at Nalan Zijian in surprise. His guess was not wrong at all.

Nalan Zijian smiled calmly, "Don't be surprised. I didn't think of these things just today. I thought of them many years ago. I just kept thinking about them."

There is no suitable opportunity to contact you."

Jin Buhuan looked at Nalan Zijian like a monster, "You have played a big game of chess."

Nalan Zijian chuckled and said, "How about it? With my IQ, little brother, you can feel free to cooperate with me now."

Jin Buhuan took a breath and said coldly: "Okay! Fuck you."

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Feng Xiaolan gingerly clutched her old-looking Gionee phone and dialed.

The call was connected, but there was no word on the other end.

Feng Xiaolan felt uneasy inside. She told Ying Tian everything in Pingyang County. She was worried that something would happen to him because of her betrayal.

"Skylark"! After a long time, a familiar voice came from the phone.

Feng Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Goshawk, I am Skylark."

"Do you have anything to report?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not a qualified policeman."

The other party was silent again, and Feng Xiaolan was prepared to be scolded by Goshawk, but no scolding sound came from the other end of the phone.

After a while, the voice of vicissitudes of life sounded again, "No one is a qualified police officer at the beginning."

Feng Xiaolan was stunned unexpectedly and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I request punishment from my superiors."

"Now is not the time to hold people accountable. I will give you another task."

Feng Xiaolan was very excited. She didn't expect that the organization still trusted her. She immediately asked: "What mission?"

"Observing Ma On Shan".

"Ah"? Feng Xiaolan was very surprised.

"Can't do it"?

"No, Director Ma is an experienced police officer. It may be easy to detect him if you observe him."

"You don't have to worry about this."

Feng Xiaolan hummed, "Goshawk, nothing happened to you."

There was silence for a moment again on the other end of the phone, "It has nothing to do with you, remember you just need to keep an eye on Ma'anshan, don't worry about anything else, and don't ask. I won't have to take the initiative to contact you in the future, and you don't have to take the initiative to contact me."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Xiaolan sat on the bed with her hands on her knees, feeling deeply guilty and remorseful. It was obvious that Goshawk was in trouble. As for staring at Ma'anshan, she was mostly just trying to comfort her.

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After the life-and-death battle with Xue Meng, Lu Shanmin benefited a lot both physically and mentally. During the period of recuperation in Mazui Village, he let go of all thoughts. The internal energy in his body became fuller and gentler, and he vaguely felt signs of a breakthrough.

After recuperating for the past few days, his injuries have improved a lot. He can now move around freely in the yard and practice Tai Chi twice. During this time, many people in the village visited him, including Bai Fugui and his wife.

The simplicity of the hotel and the outside world are two different worlds, and it feels so good to be home.

Lu Shanmin sat at the Eight Immortals Table, sitting in the same position he had been sitting for more than ten years, picking up his pen and practicing calligraphy.

For more than ten years, he has been sitting in this position, and his grandfather is sitting directly opposite, and the old and the young are practicing calligraphy quietly. In the past, there was a calligraphy on the wall, "One step at a time, one at a time, one at a time, all the way to the sky." In the past,

He couldn't understand how the mountains, rivers and trees in Mazui Village, which had remained unchanged for decades, and the unchanging life of hunting, eating and sleeping every day, could be related to these three families. Now he understood.

Every step in life is an arena, and you will meet your destined opponent. Only by winning can you be qualified to take the next step and enter another arena. Every step in life is a drama, and there are things in the drama.

There are good guys and bad guys, love and hatred, entanglements, and real-life scripts are often more exciting and profound than those on TV. On the surface, people in this world are staring at the same sky and stepping on the same ground.

, in fact, they are completely two worlds. People in the mountains will not understand the pressure and anxiety of people in the city. It is difficult for ordinary people in the city to see the real life of rich people, and it is also difficult for ordinary rich people to see the real life of rich people.

Levels of intrigue and bloody battles. As you fight and play, you accumulate step by step. Unknowingly, you have moved from one level to another, from one sky to another.

In the past, when I practiced calligraphy, I only had the form but not the spirit. Gradually, the calligraphy began to have a soul. With more experience, the calligraphy gradually became murderous, and the words were like knives, axes, and swords, sharp and powerful. Now.

The word , the murderous aura is restrained and looks more gentle and peaceful.

The spirit enters the words, and the words reflect the spirit. The words written are changing, but actually the state of mind is changing.

Xiao Nizi sat aside, holding her chin in one hand and polishing ink with the other, quietly watching Lu Shanmin write, her face turned slightly red without realizing it.

After Lu Shanmin finished writing, he put down his brush and said with a smile: "Xiao Nizi, what do you think of my writing?"

Liu Ni nodded gently, "It looks good."

Lu Shanmin raised his hand and knocked Liu Ni on the forehead, "You didn't even read what I wrote."

Xiao Nizi grinned and said, "Brother Shanmin writes beautifully."

Lu Shanmin smiled. It was indeed difficult for Xiao Nizi to ask someone who didn't like reading and writing to evaluate calligraphy.

“In the past, every time I finished writing a piece of writing, my grandpa would give me comments, but now I can only write and appreciate it myself.”

He smiled bitterly and said, "My grandpa used to say that my handwriting lacked soul. If he could see the handwriting I write now, he would be very happy."

Xiao Nizi lowered her head and glanced at Lu Shanmin's writing. She couldn't figure out why, and said lightly: "Brother Shanmin, I will take you to see Grandpa Lu tomorrow."
Chapter completed!