The savage world lay stark beneath a sky of flawless azure, like the glaze of a priceless celadon vase, poised to spill onto the thirsty lands below.

“Do you truly believe a clash with Jiang She will erupt?” Pei Min inquired.

Zou Zi nodded grimly. “The tremors will be seismic, the repercussions far-reaching.”

Pei Min sighed, a shadow crossing his face. “Alas, to be denied the spectacle of such a battle!”

“Even if you could witness it,” Zou Zi cautioned, “it’s best not to meddle.”

“Why is that?” Pei Min pressed.

“Zheng Juzhong is involved,” Zou Zi stated simply.

Silence descended upon Pei Min.

Unbidden, a thought resonated within Zou Zi’s mind: *’Bi Xiao Daoist speaks true. He who spares Gu Can, damns himself. He who spares not Ma Ku Xuan, finds liberation.’*

Pei Min’s brow furrowed. “When have you had occasion to speak with the Master of Bi Xiao Grotto?”

They had departed Tong Ye Continent together years ago, venturing across the various provinces of the Azure Vault Heavens. Even knowing that the Master of Bi Xiao Grotto and the demon sword immortal known by the title “Joyous Candle” lingered in the domain of the elegant Yao Qing, they had deliberately avoided crossing their paths. Pei Min knew Zou Zi was not one to seek trouble, and the Master of Bi Xiao Grotto typically minded his own affairs. However, when Zou Zi deemed something a matter of import, or when the Master of Bi Xiao Grotto felt his path obstructed, the consequences were never slight. Pei Min was a student of the old almanac, and knew that at least two or three daoists, despite their advanced age and power, still carefully avoided encountering the Master of Bi Xiao Grotto. This avoidance had persisted for millennia, for once one crossed the path of the man who once used the old daoist title “Daoist of Cai Province,” and who later founded a temple, the Viewing Dao Temple, in the Radiant Land, there was no forgiveness.

For ten thousand years, only the Dao Ancestor himself held sway enough to temper the Master of Bi Xiao Grotto’s notorious temper.

Zou Zi explained, “The other day, when Bi Xiao Daoist was a guest at Mount Luo Po, he spoke in such a manner that the name ‘Zou Zi’ was clearly meant for my ears.”

Pei Min’s confusion deepened. He probed cautiously, “If it was a deliberate gesture, what did the Master of Bi Xiao Grotto seek? Was he trying to intercede on behalf of the master of that mountain while being a guest on that mountain?”

The Master of Bi Xiao Grotto possessed an unparalleled vision and an eccentric temperament. His cultivation stretched across nearly two millennia, a depth of seniority and lineage that defied imagination. Rarely did he bestow favor upon a young junior, but Pei Min knew that the young mountain master who once bore Chen Qingdu’s sword, “Lasting Qi,” and stumbled into the heart of lotus blossoms, had indeed caught the old Daoist’s eye.

According to Zou Zi, this was because the grass-sandaled youth’s heart and actions resonated with the Master of Bi Xiao Daoist’s temperament. He was willing to involve himself in the most trivial of human affairs, handled them deftly, and persevered despite obstacles, refusing to “repent” when he believed he was right. He shouldered burdens twice his weight, yet found joy in the struggle, grinning with a hopeful gaze towards the dawn.

Even Zou Zi was unsure of the daoist’s true intentions. He shook his head. “It’s unclear, the threads are hidden. However, as he prepared to return to his Bright Moon Sanctuary, the Master of Bi Xiao Daoist smiled and said, ‘Man for himself, or the heavens will destroy him.'”

It was an ancient daoist maxim, laden with profound meaning: a daoist who was not true to himself, who deceived himself, was an abomination to the heavens, and would inevitably be reduced to ashes. But as old sayings often did, it had become corrupted, losing its true essence.

Pei Min’s expression shifted subtly. Zou Zi spoke of the Heavenly Land’s Lu clan, but the Master of Bi Xiao Grotto interjected with a declaration of divine retribution… to Pei Min’s ears, it carried a chilling undertone.

Even Pei Min, a swordsman of renown, always spoke of the Old Master with reverence, addressing him as the Master of Bi Xiao Grotto, never daring to follow Zou Zi’s lead and call him “Daoist Friend.”

He feared that the old daoist might suddenly materialize and ask, with a cold edge, “Pei Min, do I know you that well?”

Legend had it that in the earliest days of the Azure Vault Heavens, when primordial chaos still reigned, the Master of Bi Xiao Grotto, renowned for his great deeds to all humanity, floated down from the heavens, surveyed the lands, and claimed a piece of ground he found pleasing. Without even consulting the Dao Ancestor who built the White Jade City, he roughly drew a circle with his whisk and declared Cai Province his sanctuary.

This, of course, led to a dispute with a mountain peak daoist who had already established his grotto there. The latter, having survived the brutal ascension to immortality and accumulated merit in war, was not one to back down. He left his grotto, manifested his true form, and unleashed a host of carefully refined treasures, intent on settling the matter of dominance through daoist combat. Naturally, he was defeated. He feigned weakness, but the Master of Bi Xiao Grotto remained relentless, demanding to make the Grand cultivator into a gate guard for his Daoist sanctum…

The cultivator was a renowned and seasoned hero. Humiliation was not an option. He had no choice but to cast aside his grotto and flee Cai Province, seeking refuge with a sympathetic Daoist whose grotto stood in the ancient Pi state. The Master of Bi Xiao Grotto followed closely. That Daoist friend, though hesitant and conflicted, was ultimately honorable enough to unseal the grotto’s wards marked by the twin steles inscribed “Golden Well” and “Silence,” and let him in. However, he could not help but complain to his distressed friend, what did you do to anger that bad tempered old Daoist? It ended with both of the daoist friends making friends on the run.

It was said that while the honorable daoist who had offered shelter evaded capture, he failed to transcend in his cultivation, unable to merge with the Dao. He reincarnated, wandering mountains and the mortal world, and eventually ended up back at the East Sea Viewing Dao Temple, working as a fire tender for alchemical potions.

Pei Min chuckled. “At the East Sea Water Lord’s residence, in Wang Zhu’s domain, they didn’t fight? Could it be because they share the Chen surname?”

Zou Zi explained, “Both their origins are similar, their early lives bleak. That is why Chen Qingliu was able to endure that. Had anyone else dared block his path, he would have drawn his sword long ago.”

Pei Min conceded, “One has to admit, Chen Ping An has an undeniable affinity for elders.”

Zou Zi added, “Chen Qingliu actually wanted to seize the opportunity to guide Chen Ping An onto a more stable path. A detour to the current road, a true path nonetheless. It’s just that Chen Ping An could never accept such kindness.”

“How so?” Pei Min asked.

Zou Zi elaborated, “For instance, he could choose to be slain by Chen Qingliu’s blade, transforming into a ghost. This would provide a legitimate reason to abandon all worldly affairs, to withdraw and cultivate one’s spirit. He could simply manage the affairs of Mount Luo Po, seclude himself for centuries, and with Chen Ping An’s intelligence, he could undoubtedly forge a purer path of the sword, steadily ascending to the pinnacle. Then, one day, when he was powerful enough, he could challenge the White Jade City.”

Pei Min pondered this, then agreed. “Becoming a ghost would be a steep price, but it would free him from external concerns, allowing him to hone his sword within the mountains, pursue purity single-mindedly. It would be a reliable shortcut.”

Zou Zi countered, “You underestimate Chen Ping An’s ambition.”

Pei Min smiled. “How great must that ambition be to be underestimated by you and the Azure Lord?”

Zou Zi replied, “His ambition is embodied in one word: ‘contention’.”

Pei Min exclaimed, “From daring to have nothing, to daring to contend for everything! That’s a transformation of earth-shattering proportions.”

Zou Zi corrected, “Not entirely. His nature hasn’t become extreme; rather, it’s a liberation, a return to a state of ‘freedom’. Chen Ping An contended fiercely when he walked the Covered Bridge as a boy. Qi Jingchun’s encouragement to continue walking forward appeared to be encouragement, it was his truest self that made him move forward. Without such a foundation, that supreme being wouldn’t have bothered looking at Chen Ping An.”

Pei Min suddenly laughed. “A man who has stolen watermelons is different.”

Zou Zi nodded in agreement. “Align his place, release his heart, settle his spirit.”

Pei Min raised his chin slightly. “He’s here.”

Lu Tai, staff in hand, hacking a path through the wildflowers, sauntered towards the two mountain peak figures’ mentor. His greeting was a disrespectful accusation, “Why are you targeting Chen Ping An?”

Pei Min, one of the Radiant Land’s three most formidable figures, a slender old man with a sword’s edge to his gaze, retorted, “You seem to have things backwards.”

Years ago, during a sword trial at the Heavenly Palace Temple outside the Great Spring Dynasty’s capital on Tong Ye Continent, Pei Min, disguised for decades as the High Duke’s steward, radiated a killing intent, but held no true malice. It was more a matter of sparring and instruction. Of course, if the young Hidden Official had failed to withstand his attacks, he would have perished. To that end, Zuo You, who were “visiting immortals from across the sea,” had come to him again. Ning Yao had also visited him after leaving the Five Colors Heavens. Cui Dongshan and Jiang Shangzhen had been secretly searching for his whereabouts for years.

However, Pei Min had accompanied Zou Zi on a secret trip to the Azure Vault Heavens, where Zou Zi selected the newest members and replacements for the Ten Talents.

Thus, Zou Zi had no fixed abode, his feet constantly treading the mortal realm, targeting the sword cultivator Chen Ping An, the White Jade City daoist Yu Dou, and even the head of the Central Earth’s Lu clan.

In short, whether the already-ascended Lu Chen could merge with the Dao and attain the Fourteenth Realm depended entirely on Zou Zi’s whim.

Lu Tai chuckled impishly. “You used to hide from Zuo You, now you hide from Ning Yao. You’re growing up, Second Teacher.”

Pei Min smiled. “Good disciple. Time for you to fear heights.”

Their master-disciple relationship was clearly amicable.

When Lu Chen had sought out Lu Tai, they had discussed Liu Cai and Liu Cai, which led to a discussion about Zou Zi.

Lu Tai didn’t dare to conceal the matter, saying telepathically, “Eldest Teacher, Lu Little Three sought me out, and uncharacteristically spoke gravely.”

Zou Zi, without needing to deduce the conversation, could guess its essence. “He asked you to pass on a message, and didn’t challenge you?”

Lu Tai nodded. That was roughly it.

Zou Zi chuckled. “The highest seek to blame themselves, the next seek to blame others. Sect Master Lu isn’t that narrow-minded. He was deliberately putting on a show to intimidate you.”

Generally, those who attained immortality were too preoccupied with their own cultivation to concern themselves with worldly affairs, or risk dividing their attention.

Lu Chen was no ordinary man, more like an ancient sage, seeking the Dao, understanding life and death. Life was but a temporary visit, death a temporary abode.

That was why Gao Gu of the Earth Lung Mountain revered Lu Chen. His final lesson was that if one could grasp seven or eight tenths of Lu Chen’s understanding of life and death, their cultivation would be free of mortal perils.

Not only the Daoist Gao Gu, but even the Old Scholar of the Literary Saint Temple held genuine admiration for Lu Chen’s scholarship.

Lu Tai surveyed the figures behind him, and couldn’t help sighing softly, what am I looking at.

A young man, tall and powerfully built, clad in coarse hemp clothing, walked slowly with a sword at his back and two antique gourds hanging at his waist.

Beside him walked a young woman with a cool demeanor, her garments colorful and magnificent. The only flaw was her ordinary features, which seemed unworthy of the radiant robe she wore.

The swordsman was Liu Cai, of the Jade Purity Realm.

The female cultivator, Liu Cai, of the Willow Sinew Realm.

Finally seeing these “selves,” Lu Tai’s expression grew complex.

One was an external incarnation of Yang spirit, the other a distant journey of the Yin Spirit.

Lu Tai looked at them, and they observed Lu Tai.

Liu Cai chuckled. “We’re not looking at you with resentment or hatred. Why are you looking at us like thieves?”

Liu Cai added, “Easy to understand. Strike first, and then cover up the weakness.”

Lu Tai regained his composure, grinning. “Are you guys acting out a play?”

Liu Cai was blessed with prodigious talent. He was born at the right time and blessed with many good qualities.

His name first appeared on the list of the young ten people in the sky.

He was destined for a sword trial with the newly renowned “most famous in thirty years” Hidden Official.

The swordsman’s origins, lineage, and history were a blank slate.

It was only known that when Bai Ye’s immortal sword “Great White” broke into four pieces after the battle of Fusui Continent, each piece followed its own fate. Chen Ping An obtained the most lethal piece of the sword tip. It made the night wandering sword. Liu Cai got the section with the most sword energy.

According to Cui Dongshan, he gained fame without having done anything.

Liu Cai’s “ancestral home” was in the Green Shade Blessed Land, which was controlled by the Liu family.

The Celestial Well Blessed Land that the female cultivator Liu Cai was from was owned by Liu.

The Green Shade Blessed Land was one of the most populous of the seventy-two blessed lands, a lower-ranked domain with ninety million inhabitants. However, the wealthy Liu Jubao had deliberately avoided raising its rank, resulting in thin spiritual energy, making immortal cultivation almost impossible. If someone accidentally embarked on the path of cultivation and advanced to the Grotto Heaven Realm, they were taken away from the Green Shade Blessed Land. Normally, a blessed land with such a large population could be exploited to generate immense wealth. However, it was said that two Liu family advisors had convinced Liu Jubao not to be so mercenary.

The Celestial Well Blessed Land had been upgraded from a lower-ranked domain to a high rank with a lot of money thrown at it. The Liu family had maintained a tradition of having the younger generation Liu women scatter countless snow coins from the sky on the first day of spring every year.

Zou Zi had brought Liu Cai out of Green Shade Blessed Land, while Yuan Bai had brought Liu Cai out of Heavenly Well Blessed Land.

Lu Tai probably felt there was nothing to say, so he went to talk to the two mentors.

Liu Cai asked, “How many natal flying swords does Mr. Pei have?”

Liu Cai replied, “Four. I’ve only seen three of them so far.”

Liu Cai only asked, “What’s it like to earn money? You’re not short on money.”

It was a true case of different lives for different people. Liu Cai was an ordinary person. Liu Cai was the sole owner of two sword raising gourds from the Dao Ancestor’s hands. He used the “Mind” gourd to nurture his natal flying sword “Falling Azure”.

Liu Cai responded, “It’s just that I’m not short on money right now, but I used to be afraid of being poor. Now that I’ve learned the sword well, I’ll have two gourds, so there’s no need to stay in the sword refining business all day. You have to find something to do, and you have to spend money to buy books if you want to read them.”

Without family background or success in the civil service examinations, the thresholds for the libraries of scholarly families and local gentry were high. Occasionally, someone would open the door, and one would have to watch their expression when copying books.

Liu Cai asked, “What was it like to witness the sword trials at Mount Zhengyang?”

Liu Cai curled his lips, expressing indifference. “You’re not you. I’m a willow cultivator, and my Dao is low and I can’t see clearly.”

Chen Ping An and Liu Xiaoyang met at the Guoyun Tower.

Chen Ping An was not paranoid, it was a ghost that actually existed.

In fact, it was Zou Zi who waited for the opportunity to take.

It was a mantis that was stalking the cicada. The crossbow lay below.

Chen Ping An’s line of Peak Ancestral Hall door had a sudden pause. He looked over the beautiful faces of the Flower and Wood women Xiu. He reached the agreement with flower spirit that would be asked by the two to delay. Zou Zi has agreed. Zou Zi, it may be said, has accepted. The “return” was an occasion in which Chen Ping An made the appointment.

Mount Zhengyang was in chaos at the time, and there was no strength to retain a nameless woman who was born in the Snow Peak even if Wu Ti Jing had rebelled.

Liu Cai asked, “What do you think of fighting him?” Are you nervous?”

Liu Cai stated, “Of course I’m nervous, but not so much that it interferes with my sword trials.”

Liu Cai commented, “Building a great canal could save countless lives.”

“The key is that the mountains and rivers of the Tong Ye Continent, which has been a pool of stagnant water, will be activated by this.

“It’s an honor to have a sword trial with this kind of person.”

Liu Cai laughed, “No wonder you like to read, you speak so well, you should go to the academy to be a teacher.”

Liu Cai smiled.

Liu Cai then slightly said, “Being targeted, how about he found us in the mountain to get out of the way? Do you know he’s afraid?” (Note 1)

The two had the objective to land on Tong Ye Continent to have an agenda from Zhou Mi. One, he wants to locate the person of Liu Cai.

The goal can be located by Liu Cai. If this is the case, the opportunity to find Zou Zi might happen.

Zhou Mi once took a trip through the mountains of the Tong Ye Continent. The Daoist was the host. It was the war that was happening to let the children be free from the master and the priest in the mountains. For over a decade now, the master had spent the time outside to do his job in the world.

Zhou Mi was shown the threads and the method of a Daoist trick on the children. Liu Cai had only worked with the Daoist sect for some time.

Liu Cai denied it. “Just let that be. What has been set, is set. If he finds me, I guess I’ll die. Why must I think?”

Liu Cai was frank and said, “Humans can not be held by the urine.”

Liu Cai was playful and said, “He’s like Chen Ping An. He loves money, is a fan of reading, is hardworking, has a good mentality, is young with many opportunities, is skilled in what he does.”

Liu Cai laughed but was speechless.

The meaning of this is that if the sides are good and evil, those things will happen.

“But the situation was critical. If it was not for Zhou, I have no idea where I would be born in this lifetime.”

“These are death warriors according to books.”

“In the life of a human being, one makes a debt, one pays a debt, so that we are balanced.”

With a village accent, Liu Cai said, “The life of this body is less than a slave.”

“Each person has a life, each has one. This is how you get rich by getting into danger.”

“Oh, the life!”

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One young Daoist, named Lu, walks away from his home. What’s happening?

The monk opened his eyes and noticed an impressive aura. The Daoist felt very stressed out and couldn’t help but wonder if Lu was the one who shared the information with that man in the Green Vault Heaven. What’s going on is because he wants to kiss up with the Master of Bixiao Grotto. I am going to do it with him. The path is high, but it’s not more important than the path of Ancestor Tao!

The old Daoist asked, with a chuckle, “What are you, Daoist? It’s been a while.

The monk closed his eyes.

The old Daoist was patient and looked at the familiar acquaintance. In silence, he said, “It seems that you can say anything to anybody!”

The monk glared. How could he not say that in the first place? In those years. He could not believe what had just happened.

He was going to say something, with the heart of anger, when he was pointing at the tall old Daoist. All the anger was from it. “Ouch. So what, Ouch! How could this Daoist live?!

The old Daoist kept silent.

Now that his heart was filled with anger, the monk stood up and scattered the ashes to the wind. The monk had a youthful appearance, but he was growing old. “Done, done!”

“Wrong path, no good in the end. Why do you want to grow old?

With all his heart, the man was not to be.

The old Daoist saw it but was not at all annoyed, and said, “You took away heaven’s merit. How stupid!”

The monk started to go to the sky.

He looked back and said, “Please, Bixiao Daoist!

“You are not a hero right now. Calling you a Daoist?”

The Monk had regrets.

With such a place to walk, there is no way to find poetry, articles of the ancient barren places.

In the Daoist’s journey to the skies, there were many more strange, mysterious things.

Daoist had said that Bixiao Taoist was someone who was destined to grow up in that country.

Buddhist was going to take Lu Chen with him. It was going to be one of the world’s more well known places.

The old Daoist, who was in search of the meaning of life, was a monk named “Ancient Crane.” He had experienced the reincarnation in those days and honestly said, “With the heart, all the body and souls are there. All those moments are not possible.”

In looking at the old Daoist’s smile, he had nodded the head and said, “This is a matter that will be worth it for the rebirth. We will introduce a Taoist with you.”

After the old Daoist had stopped at those places, he said something strange.

“How can the ancients do that?”

Just after Lu Chen and Chen Ping An had walked to those places, The monk was standing with a bone-like thing.

The old Daoist had reminded him with a heavy heart, “From now on, you will just be quiet. Do not make trouble!”

Hwang Chin gave a salute and then said, “Greetings, Daoist.”

It may also be for a good way to meet each other.

The monk asked, “Why does he know that I have a Daoist name? Did he reincarnate?”

“He knows the future.”

He was saying that the luckiest time was the luck. That’s why he needed to escape in those days.

The old Daoist smiled. “The sword has been thrown, and Chen Pi An can’t stop his growing!”

“Lu is wide, so Chen will not mind. What are you hoping for?”

“”Is what I did supposed to mean I’m dying soon? Am I supposed to ask her who this guy is, the one who may die soon?”

“If he sees that this chance may pass.”

He was saying that he could not get this.

“How would someone tell one thing?”

It was a shame that Hwang’s one hundred was not possible. If it was so, what if he had Chen Pi Ann, Qi Jing Chun’s senior?

As he was leaving, The old head glanced back and said, “Sad, a person’s future is over! One can’t stay at those places. Those people are gone. You have to feel what I mean.”

The old Daoist said that there was a shortage of this.

“”If you go to heaven, is there a way for you to come back?”

Hwang smiled about it.

An old monk said, “How great is the country. So much better than many!”

Chen Pi An’s next door was the true king, Zhu! Huang Chin’s Tao.

Many things were known in the peaks. Some were upset about Qi Chin’s death and disaster. People of Qi’s family are big. Maybe it was a way to think.

“Why is it now?”

“No one can tell me that!”

“Sword?”

“It has some quality.”

“With those two words, you should feel bad!”

Gu had realized it.

Hwang Chin said “The biography is about to come to the world with the help of this author. The biography means everything!

It’s been about ten years.

I’ve finally been able to meet Chen and the chance to go.

Chen, are you bold?

————

Those who were imprisoned in the Wen Sect were going to be held up with some high-ranking officials.

The number was very small.

Then there was going to be someone arriving. He was going to stand on one side, waiting to meet Liu.

There was an issue with the person there. He had to take the right chance. “So what if you were to take the medicine with someone? Why not take it with the person named Zhou?”

He would have to say that this person eats a lot.

Chen said, “But you might have trouble.”

In those days, Li Hua had been to the Sword Path.

Chen said. “He may get some illness.”

At this point, the battle would be with the two. Cui and Zi had attempted to take care of the affairs from Li.

Liu had no intention of discussing this.

What’s the meaning to take?

Liu asked “You have a lot of people. What do you have in those days?”

People with extreme power. But they don’t know how to take care of everything.

Chen wondered, “Why would you not just take it!”

I don’t think that’s what’s coming from this.

Why do you want to do what you do?

Chen asked “What did you do?”

The fact of the matter is that there was a story about the “Liu” of the words of the day. Someone who was jealous. .

On the matter of how many people, there was one guy who threw some stone into the water.

“Why be a teacher? What a joke!”

In those days, people used to talk of people.

Chen asked “Can you really fish”

“On mountains, it’s worth some wealth.

“You’ll be on the moon in the near future.”

Liu frowned “I have many things to tell you.”

————

The moon is a place of many dreams!

How many things were happening?

People from the world are now saying Chen made the decision to open the mountain. That is why the old Daoist from Azure Vault Heavens gave that name to a few people.

This is to offer gifts.

There were all kinds of demons going in there, and giving a great time. They were happy about what they were seeing, and it was “Hidden” so many times.

Also, everything was going to a great thing.

A monk was wearing a cotton shirt. The monk said, “Jin I, who may leave the home to visit? Who may visit?

A youngster that was a monster would have had to keep an eye on the alchemist’s furnace. Otherwise, things may pass out of order. There were many things to worry about. “Well, those Daoists don’t know how to have a good time!”

Hearing that, the senior did not like it,

If the old Daoist was there, it may not have happened that many times.

A youngster was going to get some water.

The person was in a good mood because the temple had a good senior in it. Was it a good dream?

Old looked at those two friends again.

You would know that things were going to a good way.

What had he been doing there?

Those people didn’t want to go in.

The old man wanted to say something to calm that world, to help with things.

“”Greetings to my old senior,”

“Greetings Taoist to Bixiao Taoist friends.”

Things seemed like it was an idea. At first, The youngster was sad, then the feeling went away when the man said, “Good news, how much wealth that has been found!”

Hwang started up a thumb!

Hwang had gone to the home and talked to the Daoists. “Good luck on how the old person gets to the heaven.”

Old stared at his dream with a heavy face.

What were they doing?

Things will have two items.

“Who should we go to meet?”

Old said “When someone is going to be killed!”

Old had moved around and said, “The time is going to grow.”

Things looked very mysterious.

The elder had shaken the hand and signaled for those to move. He was on the outside of the home.

I have to do many things for this.

The person who had died has to be the first to face the demon!

The devils had looked up to the mountain, and were very afraid. They ran from there.

Daoist was walking on the moon.

————

The landscape was in bad shape. Chen had said that the group had been good. What has he done?

“There are few on the mind of Zou

Zi could not tell you if you did not know it.

The man was looking for the help of Chen Pi An

Chen said that things were not going to happen. He asked Chen and that happened by him

With that chance, Chen could use something to do.

Old said, “Let’s meet at that place!”