blue sky.

The two of them entered the courtyard, went straight to the north room, opened the cotton curtain and went in.

In the center of the room is a maroon-red Eight Immortals table, and behind the table is an eight-foot table.

Above the table, the nave and couplets hang.

What is painted in the middle hall is a long river, rolling in from the sky. The mountains in the distance are towering, connecting with the sky.

The two sentences in the couplet are: "If the mountains are not high, if there are immortals, they will be famous; if the water is not deep, if there are dragons, they will be spiritual."

There was no one in the room. The two of them had just stood still when the door curtain of the suite on the left opened and a young woman wearing a green jacket and a black cloak came out.

"Thirteenth sister."

Song Zixue held her hand, and the woman, with a smile as bright as a flower, jumped over and hugged Song Zixue.

"Sister Song, I miss you so much. Master originally said that he would be able to visit you as soon as he arrived in Jinan. Unexpectedly, the informant reported that there were too many bad guys and we couldn't meet. I've been bored here for three or four days, and I'm almost suffocated.

Okay. Fortunately you came today, that’s great..."

Song Zixue introduced Chen Baoxiang: "This is a member of the Eighth Front Army, my sworn sister Li Qingtian's only apprentice, Silver Thirteen, we all call her Thirteenth Sister."

The girl clasped her hands in her fists and bowed deeply: "Brother Chen San, I have long admired your name."

Chen Baoxiang was very ashamed. A year ago, Silver Thirteen assassinated the Japanese chieftain Jiro Ono in Jing'an Park in Shanghai, threw a bomb, blew up the enemy's truck, and killed 20 enemies.

Commendation.
Chapter completed!