Chapter 57

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At the entrance of the "Meteor Years" club, Chu Yang and Lin Wanyu got into the car.

On the way back, the two talked about what happened in the club, and Lin Wanyu was filled with emotion.

"Chu Yang, I didn't expect you to know the leader of Nancheng District. Thanks to you, otherwise we would be in big trouble. How did you and him know each other?"

"It's a long story. I met Li Qianyuan, the Feng Shui master from Jiangzhou. I came to your house a few days ago. Li Jinliang is Li Qianyuan's grandson. In fact, I didn't know at the beginning that Li Jinliang was the eldest brother of Snake Brother in Nancheng District. " Chu Yang explained.

Lin Wanyu nodded as if she understood, and then glanced at Chu Yang gently from the corner of her eye. She didn't know if she was mistaken. She felt that Chu Yang had some secrets that she didn't know about. The leader of Nancheng District was actually the same as Chu Yang. It is really unimaginable for Chu Yang to call him brother.

However, Lin Wanyu was still very worried about the Longzun Conference in a few days. Yin Qingshu mobilized all his connections for this grand event and even extended an invitation to the ten elders of the Xia Kingdom.

She had mixed feelings in her heart. On the one hand, she was worried about Chu Yang, and on the other hand, she was helpless about her marriage to Yin Qingshu.

She had no feelings for Yin Qingshu at all, but she couldn't escape this family marriage.

Thinking of this, Lin Wanyu's eyes turned red.

At this time, Chu Yang suddenly said: "Since you don't want to marry Yin Qingshu, then don't accept his proposal, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Chu Yang had already guessed what Lin Wanyu was thinking.

Lin Wanyu smiled bitterly and said: "If I was just an ordinary person, that would be it, but I am the daughter of the Lin family and I can't help myself. My marriage is no longer something I can control. Now that Yin Qingshu has revealed that he has the Dragon Lord's token in his hand, I It is even more impossible for the Lin family to dissolve their marriage with the Yin family."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Wanyu said: "On your side, there is no need to attend the Longzun Conference. Yin Qingshu has made it clear that he wants to humiliate you, and he may not do anything excessive to you on that day. If you do this, I will feel very guilty. After all. It was because of me that the misunderstanding was caused.”

Chu Yang smiled, shook his head, and said, "Don't take it too seriously. Even if Yin Qingshu doesn't invite me, I will definitely go. I want to see what his Yin family can come up with."

"Are you saying that Yin Qingshu will cause an own incident like Jiang Shaolong did before?" Lin Wanyu said firmly: "It's impossible. The Yin family is different from the Jiang family. The ancestors of the Yin family once It’s a given that they are the servants of the Dragon Lord, so it’s not surprising that they have dragon bottles in their hands. If we expect this time to be like last time, the probability is extremely low.”

Chu Yang said calmly: "Everything is possible, just be yourself."

...

The next morning, Lin Wanyu was having breakfast with her family.

Mr. Lin Lin Zhenxiong asked about what happened last night, and Lin Wanyu told what happened.

After listening, Lin Zhenxiong was obviously a little surprised.

"Chu Yang can actually call Li Jinliang brothers, which is indeed beyond my expectation."

Afterwards, Lin Zhenxiong sighed again and said: "But I can't figure out why Chu Yang insists on confronting Qingshu. Since Zhang Hui has offered to help him resolve the conflict with Qingshu, why should he refuse? I let him participate." The original intention of this gathering is to help him ease the conflict with Qingshu."

"Grandpa, everyone has his own ambitions. He just doesn't want to bow to Yin Qingshu. Yin Qingshu is originally narrow-minded. There is nothing wrong with Chu Yang not wanting to bow his head. But not only does he not bow his head, he also wants to attend the Longzun Conference. Yin Qingshu will definitely target him. We need to help Just help him." Lin Wanyu said.

Lin Zhenxiong stroked his beard and frowned: "I will try my best. I can't forget Chu Yang's life-saving grace. This is the Lin family's principle of life, but my power is limited after all. Qingshu's strength and influence are becoming more and more Stronger, and this time Chu Yang didn't save his cousin, he might hold a grudge. Although Chu Yang knew Li Jinliang, by the time of the Longzun Conference, Qingshu's connections were at least as good as those of a wealthy man in the province, and not like Li Jinliang. Compared with other local snakes, whether Chu Yang can escape this disaster depends on his luck."

"Grandpa, who did Yin Qingshu invite to Jiangzhou?" Lin Wanyu was worried.

Lin Zhenxiong took a deep breath and said: "As far as I know, several major golden families in the provincial capital have arrived. These are all famous and famous families in Jiangbei. Of course, in addition to Jiangbei Province, there is another top priority, which is They are the Zhong family from Lingnan, one of the ten elders of the Xia Kingdom!"

On the other side, Chu Yang had also had breakfast, reviewed several secret techniques in the Longmen inheritance, and then went for a walk by the lake in the community.

At this time, he saw a middle-aged man standing by the lake practicing boxing with luck.

The man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was wearing a black mandarin jacket. His eyes were sharp and threatening, and every move he made was domineering and fierce.

It can be seen that this person is a practitioner.

However, Chu Yang frowned as he watched the middle-aged man swing his fist.

Because he could see that although this middle-aged man's boxing technique was domineering and powerful, it could also cause harm to himself. It was similar to the Seven-Injury Fist. When you hurt others, you hurt yourself first. If you kill a thousand enemies, you will hurt yourself. Eight hundred.