After Zhou Xuan handled these things, he and Duan Zhengchun were in the middle to reconcile. Everyone was still harmonious on the surface.

However, the third son of Yue came to Zhennan Palace with shamelessness to have a meal. The master, the aunt, the grandfather and grandma kept calling.

In fact, he was entrusted by Duan Yanqing and had to come to find Zhou Xuan, otherwise he would not want to come to the Zhennan Prince Mansion full of ancestors and elders.

The next morning, Zhou Xuan took the time to meet Duan Yanqing.

He ran to the place he had agreed with Duan Yanqing outside the city and saw someone sitting on a rock several feet away. The man was still motionless, wearing a green robe, the same color as the green rock. If he didn't pay attention, he really thought it was a statue.

Zhou Xuan approached and saw that the man in green robe was an old man with long beards hanging down his chest, and his eyes were pitch black. His eyes were wide open. He looked into the distance without blinking. His tattoos were not moved all over his body, and even his eyes never turned slightly.

When he saw this situation, he knew that he didn't need to ask. This person was Duan Yanqing.

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but sigh when he saw Duan Yanqing's appearance.

"This is really a bit miserable."

Duan Yanqing not only had a broken face, but his legs were disabled, and his voice was hoarse. It was difficult for a normal person to accept such things, but he survived with a disability until now, and he also worked hard to practice good martial arts.

When Duan Yanqing saw Zhou Xuan coming, his eyes suddenly became bright and bright, and his face also regained blood. His lips were closed, and his stomach fluctuated and sound came out.

"You are the God's Purposer?"

With his ventral skills he practiced, he was able to communicate with others normally. There are many people who play puppet shows in the world, but it is really not easy to say it as clearly as he does. It is impossible for those who have profound internal skills to do it.

Zhou Xuan nodded and said,

"Yes, you're Duan Yanqing."

In fact, Duan Yanqing is also a pitiful person. He has been working hard to regain the Dali throne all his life. But he never expected that the throne would have been the object of his blood relatives.

Duan Yanqing continued to ask in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency, can you tell me the grudge between me and the Duan family."

He already knew Zhou Xuan's identity, and he was the only heir to the Duan family today. But he learned from Yue Laosan that the other party was not an ordinary person. Now when he saw him, he was indeed well-known.

Zhou Xuan nodded indifferently and said.

"Of course, everyone knows it."

If it weren't for Duan Yanqing's biological father, he wouldn't have wasted his time talking nonsense here.

Duan Yanqing asked.

"How do you think of the current Dali Emperor?"

He really wanted to hear criticism of the current Dali Duan family from Zhou Xuan's mouth.

Zhou Xuan just said lightly.

"Just cycle of cause and effect."

Duan Yanqing asked.

"What is the cause? What is the result?"

Zhou Xuan said.

"Then Guanyin Bodhisattva is a member of Duan's current family. Do you understand that?"

Duan Yanqing said, a thin black iron rod stretched out from his sleeves with his hands.

"Thank you, goodbye."

I saw his feet in the air, and although he had only an iron rod on the ground, his body was extremely stable. His left iron rod was on the rock, and he had already jumped up and landed lightly about a ft away.
Chapter completed!