Chapter 668

That night, the Zhou family members, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren all arrived in Yancheng.

In Yancheng tonight, the temperature is extraordinarily cold.

The entire city was filled with a chill of chills!

A cold mountain villa in Yancheng. After the death of Mr. Zhou, his body was transported here. There is a mourning hall, which is extremely simple!

The Zhou family came from Shanghai and Beijing overnight, all dressed plainly.

For the sake of unnecessary trouble and speculation from the outside world, everyone in the Zhou family has received a secret order that they are not allowed to wear sackcloth or filial piety!

Ordinary cars one after another stopped at the gate of Hanshan Villa.

The current head of the Zhou family, Zhou Chongyue, Zhou Changping's eldest son, arrived at Hanshan Villa first, bringing his three sons and two grandsons with him.

After entering the manor and verifying his identity, Zhou Chongyue, with a serious face, led people to the main hall of the manor in a hurry to pay homage to the old man.

He must be present, as the eldest son, he must receive the guests who came from below.

The news of Mr. Zhou's death was also notified to some of his close friends.

In the main hall, Chen Ping stood in front of the mourning hall with his hands behind his back.

On both sides of the main hall, the six masters all had solemn expressions.

The myth of the seven masters in the martial arts world, from today, there are only six left.

"Who are you? Why don't you bow down to my great grandfather!"

Suddenly, at the entrance of the main hall, an unruly male voice came.

The fourth generation of the Zhou family, the eldest grandson of Zhou Chongyue, pointed at Chen Ping in the main hall with an angry chill on his face.

He didn't expect that there would be someone standing with his hands behind his back in front of his great-grandfather's mourning hall, so arrogant.

Chen Ping frowned, turned around, and saw seven or eight people hurriedly entering the door.

Zhou Chongyue, the Patriarch of the Zhou family who was the leader, immediately turned his head and reprimanded his eldest grandson when he saw Chen Ping himself: "Shut up! This is Young Master Chen!"

After all, Zhou Chongyue hurried forward, originally wanting to meet Chen Ping first.

But Chen Ping shook his head.

Zhou Chongyue bent down, then walked to the mourning hall, offered three sticks of incense to the old man, and then led the four generations of the Zhou family to kneel down, before turning around and respectfully saying to Chen Ping: "Young Master Chen, please forgive Qingyun for being rude. and recklessness."

Chen Ping glanced at the young man hiding on Zhou Chongyue's body. He was only in his twenties, and his eyes were red at the moment.

"Qingyun, why don't you apologize to Young Master Chen?" Zhou Chongyue turned around and shouted.

That Zhou Qingyun immediately stood up, bowed down and apologized: "I'm sorry."

Chen Ping nodded, he would not say anything about this trivial matter, and said: "Tonight is your Zhou family's home stadium, just treat me as a hanger."

"Yes, Young Master Chen."

Zhou Chongyue said, and then led the clansmen to kneel down in the mourning hall, waiting for the condolences of the mourners.

It was Zhou Qingyun and a few juniors who peeped at Chen Ping from time to time, muttering something in a low voice.

"Brother Qingyun, he is Young Master Chen, so young."

A boy about eighteen or nineteen years old looked at Chen Ping standing in the corner with a look of admiration.

That Zhou Qingyun seemed still not convinced, he squeezed his fist secretly and said: "Hmph, I will definitely be stronger than him in the future!"

This is a contest between men.

He was at Zhou's house and had been hearing about Young Master Chen, so he was naturally dissatisfied!

The Zhou family needs his Zhou family son Lang to work hard!

No need to rely on outsiders!

"Brother Qingyun, keep your voice down, if grandpa hears it, you will be punished again."

The little boy said quickly.

Not long after, Zhou Lingxuan and Zhou Zhixue rushed over from Shanghai.

As soon as she entered the door, Zhou Lingxuan was already in tears.

"Grandpa, woo woo..." Zhou Lingxuan threw herself into the mourning hall, crying very sadly.

It was Zhou's family who pulled her away, trying to comfort her.

Chen Ping watched Zhou Lingxuan tear away the crowd, and ran out covering his face.

Zhou Chongyue asked someone to chase him, but Chen Ping shook his head helplessly and said, "I'll go."

After all, I promised Mr. Zhou to take good care of Zhou Lingxuan for him.

Hearing this, Zhou Chongyue cupped his hands and said, "Then please trouble Young Master Chen."

Chen Ping walked out of the hall of the villa and came to a corner of the manor by the artificial lake.

Here, he saw Zhou Lingxuan who was squatting on the ground, hugging her knees and crying bitterly.

He didn't bother, but watched from a distance, and when she finally finished crying, Chen Ping slowly walked up, handed her a tissue and said, "Wipe your face."

Zhou Lingxuan didn't answer, looking at the reflection on the lake with lonely and swollen eyes, curled up hugging her knees, sobbing, looking very sad and wronged.

"Grandpa left, he promised to wait for me to marry."

"Grandpa treats me the best. He will buy me everything. Every time I get into trouble, it is Grandpa who loves me. We have only been separated for a few days..."

"He doesn't keep his word, he's a big liar!"

Zhou Lingxuan was talking to herself, while Chen Ping listened quietly.

"Mr. Zhou deserves everyone's respect," Chen Ping said.

"I don't need him to be respected. I just want him to accompany me in peace. I don't want him to be a leader." Zhou Lingxuan cried very sadly, with tears shining in her eyes.

After Chen Ping was silent for a moment, with sadness in his eyes, he said: "When I was twelve years old, my mother left me forever. At that time, I was about the same as you are now, even crying harder than you."

Zhou Lingxuan turned her head when she heard the words, looked at Chen Ping with some puzzlement, and said crisply: "Did you lose your mother when you were twelve?"

Chen Ping lowered his eyebrows, looked at Zhou Lingxuan who was squatting beside him on the ground, nodded and said: "Well, I was twelve years old. During that time, I closed myself up and didn't see anyone, and I didn't listen to anyone who came to persuade me. , I hid in my own little world. At that time, I thought, my mother is so good, like an angel, why did God take her away? I hate God, I hate the unfairness of the world. But, with As I grew up, I realized that all fate has its own arrangements. We should not be immersed in the past, but look up to the future. Losing a loved one is terrible, but there are more around us The loved ones are waiting for us, they need me, they need me to stand up, they need me to be strong."

Chen Ping talked a lot, and chatted with Zhou Lingxuan about the past and his thoughts by the lake.

Slowly, Zhou Lingxuan's mood gradually calmed down.

She squeezed her fists and said: "Brother Chen Ping, I understand, I will work hard, I want to learn the Zhou family's martial arts, I want to avenge my grandfather, I want to defend the dignity of the Zhou family!"

Chen Ping touched Zhou Lingxuan's little head and said, "Let's go back."

"Yeah." Zhou Lingxuan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, gritted her teeth and stood up.

The two walked towards the hall of the manor one after the other.

However, from a distance, they heard a dispute in the hall!

"Mr. Xing, this is the old man's mourning hall. Why do you want to force your way into the mourning hall when you come here uninvited!"

Zhou Chongyue roared with cold eyes, staring at the dozen or so people outside the hall!

Behind Zhou Chongyue, all the heirs of the Zhou family were filled with righteous indignation and glared!

On the opposite side, the masked man Xing Yue took the lead. Behind him, twelve men in Chinese tunic suits were full of murderous intent!

Xing Yue stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a dark green battle uniform with badges on his chest and shoulders, and a knife on his waist. His whole body was cold, and he said coldly: "I heard that Mr. Zhou died of illness. Come to express condolences and take back something by the way."