Chapter 150 The Man of the Adjuster

Pictures flashed in the slide projector.

Su Ya squatted on the ground to pick strawberries, holding a delicate small flower basket, and the whole picture was beautiful like a fairy tale.

The picture has changed. Su Xue is dressed in a pirate suit and holds a plastic pirate knife, which is very cute.

Next is a photo of the Tang mother and daughter making cakes in the kitchen.

Although Tang's mother returned to Jinjiang after living in Beijing for less than a week, she gave the young people living in this villa a taste of the delicious food she made. The cake in this photo hooked Pan Hongsheng's greedy worm, and he turned on the light and stopped the slide.

"What? Why did you turn it off? I'm enjoying watching it!" The people who watched the slide together protested: "Hurry up! Go on!"

Pan Hongsheng had to resist his desire to get the cake in the refrigerator. Look, turn off the light and continue to play.

Chen Ji got the photos of the champion of the undifferentiated fighting show and the photos of the champion of the National Games. The photos of Tang Jiajia before boarding the plane as an exchange student went to the United States... The photos are vivid in front of him.

Suddenly, a blue screen appeared on the slide, and it was the end.

"Well, this is the bits and pieces of our lives in the past few months." Pan Hongsheng breathed a sigh of relief, and ** was already a little suffothed.

Su Ya Su Xue, Wang Xiaoling and others sitting behind shouted Ula and shouted that they didn't see enough.

Pan Hongsheng can't care so much. He hasn't been to the toilet for more than half an hour. He is really worried that he will break his prostate.

After coming out of the toilet, Pan Hongsheng sent two text messages. They are Xu Shu from Jinjiang and Tang Jiajia from the United States.

But both text messages have the same content: Is it okay?

Although Tang Jiajia is far away, the speed of replying to text messages is very fast: OK, everything is fine, it's only half a year, and I will go back soon!

However, Xu Shu's text message was: The text message you sent me yesterday let my father see it, and he didn't seem to be very happy!

Pan Hongsheng looked at these two text messages, and suddenly one eyebrow was high and the other was the bottom of the eyebrow.

In the past few months, he has been muddle-headed. In a blink of an eye, it was the end of the semester. During this period, he went to Jinjiang to find Xu Shu several times. Xu Shu was still the same. He could not forget Pan Hongsheng, nor could he face his father's gloomy face.

This problem seems to have become a dead knot. Xu Yan used to be a teacher and friend of Pan Hongsheng, but now he has turned into an enemy. He doesn't know how to face Xu Yan now.

Walking through the corridor, I saw the warm afternoon sun shining in. Pan Hongsheng lazily stretched out and picked up the invitation on the table.

Wudang finally softened. They obviously learned Pan Hongsheng's strength and Kongtong's determination, and finally had to explain the previous incident.

The words and politeness on the invitation letter are extremely flattering. Finally, it also explained the hope that Pan Hongsheng would participate in the mediation of the dispute between the two factions.

To be honest, this is not a dispute in a strict sense, but a unilateral injustice on Wudang's side.

This matter is ugly both legally and morally. It's just that the current power of Xinwudang and the strength of the gold owners behind it are amazing, and no one dares to say anything.

But they dare not offend Pan Hongsheng, a famous strong man. In those years, the suburbs of Beijing and the Green Scorpion Gang became famous in the first battle, and the three wars were well known all over the world. In the underground world, Pan Hongsheng's name was almost the same as that of the King of Yan.

Not only that, he also has the identity of the National Security Group and the support of several senior officers. Who dares to offend this role?

Pan Hongsheng took a sip of tea and chewed the words on the invitation.

"Please, Mr. Pan, please come and me to mediation the small misunderstanding between my faction and Kuntong - Yan Zhenzhen."

Yan Zhen... He really hasn't heard of this name. I remember that when he was a child, when the old man talked about these anecdotes of the martial arts circle, he mentioned Wudang just talking about Yu Yangzi.

In the past, Wudang required formal disciples to believe in Taoism, because Wudang was a sect based on religion; but I don't know what it has become now.

A large number of new Wudang disciples are practicing horse walking at the foot of Wudang Mountain. These are all strong young people selected from all over the world. They are all wearing black and red practice uniforms. While practicing simple beatings with the master, they roaring loudly...

Pan Hongsheng, who just got out of the car, saw this scene and couldn't help but feel numb: Your sister, so many disciples? No wonder it is said that the number of disciples in Xinwudang is equal to an army.

Although his men strongly opposed it, Pan Hongsheng still decided to come alone. This is his usual character, and in addition... an ordinary warrior is not an essential threat to him.

"Mr. Pan!" Yan Song greeted him from afar, with dozens of disciples behind him.

Compared with Pan Hongsheng's free and easy-going, it's a little embarrassing.

In fact, it is useless for you to bring many people in other people's territory. If they really want to kill you, you will kill a thousand if you come a thousand; with so many people, it is not only useless, but also looks very fearless.

Pan Hongsheng smiled faintly and shook hands with the other party politely: "Are you coming? It seems that you are really right. This new Wudang is really a big family. There are so many new disciples..."

"How do you know these are new disciples?" Yan Song looked at him in surprise.

Pan Hongsheng smiled and pointed to a Wudang disciple recently: "Look at the tenderness of his palms. It is said that Wudang disciples who pay attention to the fists have to practice the toughness of the palms every day. Except for the new disciple who is not qualified to practice the fists and is still laying the foundation, who will be like this?"

"Oh, Mr. Pan is not only bold in martial arts, but also careful! I really admire you!" Although Yan Song was smiling, he felt a little sad: this boy is only in his early twenties, but he has such a powerful position! I have been thinking about Yan Song for decades, and I still have to look at the faces of these strong people...

Pan Hongsheng and his party walked on the mountain road of Shangwudang Mountain. Obviously, the mountain road had just been renovated. The white marble looked particularly elegant, and there were some tourists in the pavilions in the mountains. It seems that here, like Shaolin, has not let go of the ticket revenue.

And there are several magnificent Taoist halls halfway up the mountain. There are charging standards hanging in front of the door. How much does it cost to learn, and how much does it cost to learn?

These are for consumer students, and those disciples who officially join do not have to pay these fees, but only pay for food, but they have to listen to the orders of the head all the time during the sect.

It seems that Hairun Group has completely marketized this place. The traditional Wudang has become a tool for making money, and has also transformed it into a chariot to annex other sects to expand their interests.

Pan Hongsheng looked all the way and roughly estimated the number of people here in his heart, no more than 10,000!

The number of disciples on Wudang Mountain alone is more than 10,000, which does not include the number of Wudang martial arts museums in various places.

It seems that the investment return of Hairun Group is quite rich. The site of Wudang Mountain and this signboard alone are worth hundreds of millions.

For Pan Hongsheng, these are not important. He is like traveling. He also bought some souvenirs in the small shops on Wudang Mountain and put a souvenir tourist hat on his head.

When they saw Yan Zhen, both sides were a little surprised.

Although Yan Zhen learned about Pan Hongsheng's approximate age in advance, the college student looked careless; Pan Hongsheng, wearing a tourist hat, was still stunned.

When Pan Hongsheng held his hands with the other party, his face was also full of doubts: Is this Yan Zhen, the strong figure of Wudang now?

The hair is combed back without any confusion. The exquisite facial features are indistinguishable between men and women. Although he is not very tall, his body is slender. When Pan Hongsheng holds the other party's soft and smooth hand, he actually has a trance: Is this male or female?

It's hard to believe that this is a new generation of iron-fisted leaders who lead the new Wudang to annex small sects and power!

"Mr. Pan is so young, I can't imagine..." Yan Zhen spoke with a little strange smell, just like a foreigner just learned Chinese.

Pan Hongsheng's first feeling is that this is an abc that has just returned from abroad, and there is a strange sense of estrangement. It's really hard to imagine that the person who rules Wudang now is such a person.

"Recently, the new Wudang has been so famous that I don't think it's difficult to know!" Pan Hongsheng stared into each other's eyes and suddenly found something strange...

The other party's eyes are like a Persian cat, with a sapphire-like color.

"Don't look, I'm a mixed-race." The other party smiled generously: "My mother is French, and my father is half Chinese, but I still feel that I have more oriental thinking patterns."

This sentence made Pan Hongsheng involuntarily have a little affection for this person. Compared with those fake foreign devils who often pretend to be hatched by foreign eggs, this person's frankness makes him like it.

But he also knows that he is often this kind of person, and his heart is very strong. The more people who can face themselves correctly, the stronger they are.

Yan Song felt a little embarrassed, because the other party seemed to have forgotten his existence. It was not until he coughed a few times that he suddenly realized: "Oh! Yan Zhangmen is also here! It's a pity that Mr. Bai didn't come.

After listening to this sentence, Yan Song's face pulled longer: Isn't it obvious that he looks down on me? Bastard!

If it weren't for Pan Hongsheng's face and the current power of Xinwudang, Yan Song really wanted to go! However, as the head of the Kuntong School for many years, he still has some self-control and reluctantly squeezed a smile from his face: "He is practicing in isolation, and it is not convenient to walk around. Master Yan just said that Mr. Pan is young, and you are in charge of the whole school when you are less than 30 years old. It's really ashamed of the Yangtze River. It's up to us old guys."

He thought the other party would be polite, but Yan Zhen directly turned his face and said to Pan Hongsheng, "Please follow me to the top of the mountain patio to watch the matter."

Yan Song's face suddenly sank and his eyes stared! The other party's cold attitude made the evil fire in his heart suddenly burn: What's the look? It's your loss this time! If you don't explain or apologize, you dare to play character!

According to his young temper, he has long been separated from each other, but now he can't!

His every move represents the safety, honor and disgrace of Kuntong, and many times he can only hide his emotions in his heart.

Pan Hongsheng gently poked Yan Song and winked.