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Chapter 87 Canglan Sword Sect

If there is nothing to do, please leave and don’t come and disturb me.”

Cheng Yuren closed his eyes and said lightly.

When Gong Zhishan heard Cheng Yuren say this, she was also angry. With her appearance, which man in Qianlong City did not want to stay with her for a while when he saw her. But this young man treated herself like a mustard of grass. Could it be that there was something wrong with this young man?

Gong Zhishan had to think about this. Otherwise, Gong Zhishan would not understand why this person was indifferent to her face such a delicate beauty.

No matter what Gong Zhishan thought, after Cheng Yuren issued the order to expel the guest, he reluctantly left the room and left his boudoir to Cheng Yuren. Whenever he thought of this, Gong Zhishan felt so angry that she felt annoyed.

If it weren't for the fact that my great revenge was dependent on this young man, if it weren't for the mysterious history of this young man, she, Gong Zhishan, would have let the young man die without a place to die.

After Gong Zhishan left, Cheng Yuren continued to run the One Yuan method.

The method of One Yuan is stable and peaceful, but also progresses slowly. Even if Cheng Yuren has experience in his previous life, he has to follow the steps in the face of this method. After all, the importance of a good foundation is that Cheng Yuren, who has hundreds of years of practice experience in his later life, knows better than anyone else, even though he knows that his practice is slow, Cheng Yuren has no complaints.

Time blinked by, and when he saw a full moon hanging high, Cheng Yuren suddenly opened his eyes, and his own light flashed. Then he stepped down, flipped through the window, and rushed towards the west of the city under the invasion of the night.

Not long after Cheng Yuren left, a black shadow suddenly appeared in an Accord behind Gong Zhishan who was playing Yaoqin lightly.

"What's the matter?"

Gong Zhishan said coldly.

"The boy left the lady's boudoir and headed towards the west of the city."

A slightly indifferent voice emerged from the dark shadow behind him.

"I understand, go back."

Gong Zhishan said lightly.

The black shadow behind him slowly retreated until it was hidden in the darkness.

"Who are you? According to my investigation, Qin Ruonan and Han Xueqi, who were intercepted by Zhou Runze, the youngest son of the Zhou family, have an indescribable relationship with Cheng Yuren, the talented young man who was recently accepted as an inner disciple by Canglan Sword Sect. If you were not her, why would you save those two?"

Gong Zhishan murmured.

Chengxi Manor is one of the industries of the Zhou family and is also the comfort of Zhou Runze, the youngest son of the Zhou family. It is built by Zhou Runze like a poke. Warriors often patrol. There are many open and secret whistles and secret whistles. If ordinary people want to break in, it will be extremely difficult.

But today, under the moonlit night, a boy in black was wandering around in the open and secretly inspecting and sneaking in.

This young man is nothing else, he is Cheng Yuren.

With his sense of induction with Han Xueqi, Cheng Yuren quickly came to a courtyard.

In the courtyard, the sound of the afterglow was lingering. A woman in white was playing the strings. The wonderful notes fell into her ears with the fingers one by one, as if it was a pleasure.

Next to the woman in white, there was a woman in a young woman in mourning clothes, with the scarlet color on her eyes.

These two women are none other than Han Xueqi and Qin Ruonan. Qin Ruonan is the one who plays the piano, and Han Xueqi is naturally the one who stands.

Opposite Qin Ruonan, there was a small table with various rare fruits on it. Next to the table, a young man closed his eyes slightly, beat his hands slightly, and his head floated with the sound of the strings, and it seemed that he should be immersed in the melancholy sound.
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