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Chapter 281

The Central Plains and Southern Xinjiang reached an agreement, and the two sides set foot without interfering with each other. In this way, seven years have passed.

None of the people who went to Tianchi back then returned, and no one could copy the formula of the secret medicine, so some bad intentions hit Nanjiang on his head.Gu art originated from there, and the only descendant of Baiwu Villa is there. If you can let him come out of the mountain, not to mention completely reproducing the secret medicine, it would be great to copy five or six points.

Over the past seven years, there have been constant undercurrents on the border.

The Wudang faction and the Kongtong faction have risen to fame in the past seven years. With Wudang's assistance and Chu Lin's own talent, no one dares to talk about the past of the Kongtong faction. At most, they can talk about Bai Jingyan's dirty things.

In the Kongtong faction, Feng Qingyang couldn't straighten his back because of a severe cough, and it took a long time before he leaned back on the chair and panted.

"I didn't feel well and came to Kongtong Mountain myself. Is it better to say that you have a strong sense of responsibility or that you don't want to die?" Chu Lin sat on the side drinking tea, and became more and more like a master in seven years.

The leader of the Kongtong faction is now Zhuo An, and Chu Lin is known as an elder, who specializes in cleaning up bad things on the border.

"This time I have to discuss with you face to face, I really don't want to come." Feng Qingyang smiled smoothly.

"In the past two years, the situation at the border has been a lot of pretense. No one dares to break through on the surface, but they can't break through secretly. Is there any special situation that requires you to worry so much?"

"The special situation comes from southern Xinjiang, is it enough to worry about?"

Hearing this, Chu Lin almost crushed the teacup in his hand: "Someone came from southern Xinjiang?"

Feng Qingyang persuaded him to calm down: "It's definitely not the person you think, but I guessed one of those clues...just..." As he spoke, Feng Qingyang frowned, his expression was not only worried but also flustered.

Seeing him like this, Chu Lin also became nervous. The person in his mind had been rejected, who else could make him like this?

After being silent for a long time, Feng Qingyang never expressed his guess. He just told Chu Lin not to be too impulsive when encountering problems.

Chu Lin was still very interested in people from southern Xinjiang, so he asked people to find Zhuo An, and was ready to find out who it was.

Then Zhuo An ran into the hall, faltering and babbling incoherently.

"Senior brother, Houshan, Houshan..." He tried his best to breathe evenly, trying not to sound so flustered, "The Witch King of Southern Border is in Houshan!"

"..."

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When Chu Lin rushed there, he ran into a little girl, about five or six years old, with big eyes and round face, so cute and cute. She held a snake thicker than her arm in her small hand, and stretched the snake's head in front of Chu Lin: "Who are you?" !” When the little girl spoke, she put her other hand on her hip, with a haughty expression and a defiant tone.

Chu Lin squatted down to observe the little girl's face carefully. He thought it was very familiar, but he couldn't tell where it was familiar for a while: "Who are you? Why are you in the back of my Kongtong school?"

The little girl probably succeeded in scaring people with snakes. It was strange to see someone not afraid for the first time. She tilted her head and looked at Chu Lin. The puzzled expression made Chu Lin feel more familiar.

It seems that there is nothing to ask the little girl. Chu Lin turned his head and looked up at Nazan who was sitting on the big tree beside him, impulsively wanting to curse: "Breaking the contract and breaking into the Central Plains, let people know, the boundary How do you manage it?" Once the border is out of control, Tong Hua will not be safe in southern Xinjiang.

Nazan: "Don't worry, with my ability, only Alang from Wudang can detect something is wrong."

Chu Lin pointed to the little girl: "Are you...bringing your children to play in the Central Plains? Where's the painting? How about in southern Xinjiang?"

Nazan didn't answer, his hesitation made Chu Lin feel uneasy.

"I'm asking you something." Chu Lin looked at the little girl again when he pressed the question. He knew why he felt familiar, but Nazan's silence could not arouse his joy.

"Back to the southern border where the Gu poison broke out, the best worm master and Gu master in southern border tried every means to save her life, but it was a drop in the bucket." Nazan tried his best to make his voice sound calm, and he clenched his hands into fists in front of her. Trying to restrain something.

"Where is she..." Chu Lin stopped thinking, not allowing himself to guess.

"Last month, I passed away." Nazan couldn't hold back after all, and said the word "passed away" was extremely desolate.

Seven years ago in Tianchi, Tong Hua knew that he was no match for the Sword Demon, so he forcibly mobilized the Gu poison in his body to restore his Charming Technique to its peak state.

The Gu in her body was left by Ba Song. Back then, it was thought that the Gu poison was cured after Ba Song died, but no one thought that the Gu poison could regenerate.The pain was unbearable on the [-]th of each month, and she insisted on returning to the Central Plains for revenge and refused to stay in southern Xinjiang to recuperate.

After returning to southern Xinjiang, Nazan immediately sent Tong Hua to Zhulongzhai, but this time he hurt his vitality and ruined his foundation, and the witch god could only shake his head and sigh if he really came down to earth, and could not be saved.

It dragged on for another seven years, Tong Hua failed to wait for the ten-year agreement with Chu Lin, looked in the direction of the Central Plains, and closed his eyes.

Nazan didn't tell Chu Lin that if it wasn't for Tong Hua's insistence on giving birth to the child, it might have been delayed for another two years... It's not that he didn't want to talk about it, but Tong Hua didn't let him talk about it, and only told him to send the child to Kongtong Mountain.

This is Tong Hua's child, Chu Lin's child.

Afterwards, Chu Lin shut himself in the room, holding the jade bamboo card that Tong Hua gave him, muttering, no one saw, no one listened to persuasion.

Seeing this, Zhuo An panicked, and hurriedly invited Feng Qingyang back.

But what can Feng Qingyang do...

Exiting and closing the door, Feng Qingyang sighed and said: "I'm going to Huangshan, just don't let him leave the Kongtong faction."

Zhuo An: "But the master brother is like this..."

Feng Qingyang: "If your heart dies, what else can you do?"

Knowing the news of Tong Hua's death that day, if Nazan didn't stop her, Chu Lin immediately wiped her neck and let her go.Nazan took out the child and threatened, and said that taking good care of the child was Tong Hua's last words. Chu Lin didn't dare to die, but his heart died after all.

The disciples of the Kongtong sect didn't know what happened, and no one dared to approach Elder Chu except the head Zhuo An, so they had to obey Zhuo An's arrangement and take good care of the little girl who suddenly appeared.

Half a month later, the little girl kicked open the door of Chu Lin's room.

It was dark and full of alcohol.

"Hey!" Walking to the table, seeing Chu Lin who was slumped on the ground, the little girl raised her foot and kicked again, "Hey, how long will I keep myself locked here?"

Chu Lin turned his head slightly to look at the little girl, his angry look was very much like a child's painting.

"Azan asked me to stay here with you, but I don't want to stay here, I want to go back to find my mother! You go out and tell Azan that you don't want me, and let him take me back. Did you hear that, hurry up! "

"Grandma..." Chu Lin said, his voice was hoarse like an old man in his 80s or [-]s.

The little girl waved her hand in front of her nose in disgust: "Azan said you are my father, let me listen to you, my mother used to tell me to listen to my father... Are you my father? It doesn't look as airy as Grandma said."

"Your mother... what else did you say..."

"Let me listen to my father, let me take good care of my father... But there are so many people here, and they will accompany you to take care of you. I want to go back to accompany my mother!"

Chu Lin stood up and carefully touched the little girl's cheek.The child looked like Tong Hua when he was angry, but he looked like himself when he smiled.This is their child...

"You can't go back now..." Chu Lin said softly to the little girl, "Nanjiang is your mother's concern. If someone destroys it, she will be sad. When you grow up, we will go back to find Ah Mom, how are you?"

As he spoke, Chu Lin couldn't help but shed tears, and the little girl reached out to wipe it off for him: "Why are you crying?"

Chu Lin: "Because I lost my painting, and I can't find it again."

Outside the door, Nazan raised his head and sighed when he heard Chu Lin ask the little girl's name.

"My name is Chu Lan, Lan from Shanlan. Grandma's name, it sounds nice."
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