Chapter 392 Shanxi Shentu!

In a heavily guarded courtyard in the suburbs of Yanjing, in a small study, a man and a woman are facing each other. There is a great tension between swords. Men can't sit or stand. It seems that this proud son of Yanjing's military world is the only helpless for this little woman!

Li Fengyang's rough face showed a gentle smile. He looked at Li Chenxi, who had a breathing disorder in front of him and stared at him fiercely, and said, "Hey hey, didn't I tell you? I just asked him to help me with half of the things. There will be no problem. You don't trust your brother so much?"

Li Chenxi, a taciturn girl, had such a bad temper for the first time. She didn't give Li Fengyang any face. She pointed to the latter and roared, "Trust you! How did you promise me last time? Tell me! You are an asshole who doesn't keep his word! You and Linghu Heng are both the same! Don't call me my sister in the future. Don't call my name. I don't know you, brother!"

Li Fengyang's bitter face and grabbed Li Chenxi's shoulder, but was dumped by the latter. He was not angry and said with a smile, "Before he left, I had a comparison with you. This boy's kung fu is not a show. I promise you that he will come back safely!"

Hearing Li Fengyang's words, Li Chenxi stretched out his hand and beat Li Fengyang. His eyes were red and he roared, "You still hit him. Do you know that he is injured? Do you think he grew up carefree like you? Do you think it's really happy that he always smiles on his face every day? Do you think he really wants to be a hooligan who will be hated all his life? You are all men. If grandpa and father were killed, what would you do? Tell me what you will do..."

In the end, Li Chenxi squatted on the ground and cried. Li Fengyang's clothes were torn a little messy by Li Chenxi. He bent down to help Li Chenxi up, but he was pushed away again. Li Fengyang really had no choice but to fight. He could fight. He was really a soft egg to coax girls. He wanted to go out and call people to persuade him with a bitter face. An old and kind voice sounded at the door. It was the old man of the Li family.

The old man walked weakly to Li Chenxi with a crutch and said with a smile, "Who bullied our Chenxi again? Tell Grandpa, I'll help you vent your anger,"

"Grandpa is the same as Li Fengyang. I won't listen to you in the future!" Li Chenxi cried and bowed his head and said;

The old man was not angry. He bowed his head and smiled and said, "Ha ha, your brother is stupid and unreliable. You come with me. Grandpa will say a few words to you. How about not let you down?"

"Do you promise?"

"Guarantee!"

In this way, Li Chenxi cried and his eyes turned red. He stood up and stared at Li Fengyang. Then he helped the old man walk out. Li Fengyang took a long breath and shook his head and smiled bitterly. Then he sat on the sofa and wanted to dial a number before he died. A minute later, Li Fengyang smiled bitterly again and hung up the phone. After a long silence, he muttered to himself, "It's still underestimate you..."

Jingdezhen, Jiangxi Province, is a small town in an important position in both political and economic and cultural fields. One of the most eye-catching places is "Jinxiu Changnan, Chinese Porcelain Garden." Jinxiu Changnan successfully integrates ceramics with history, culture, tourism, commerce, workshops, leisure and human settlements, reproducing the glory of the thousand-year-old ancient town of Changnan and becoming the first beautiful scenery of Jingdezhen at the west gate. In addition, the most awe-inspiring reason here is that this is the nest of the Sanqing Association, the first gang in Jiangxi. If those attractions are the reason for attracting people who love life in the sun, then the base of this gang is the reason for attracting underworld people living in the night.

At this time, in the "Dijing Hall", a high-end leisure place in Jinxiu Changnan, a gentle middle-aged man came from the study, washed his hands, sat on the sofa, and lit a golden smoke. Then he looked up at the young man who had been standing quietly and said leisurely; "Say it." Where is the boy? Have you contacted the two old guys in Hunan and Hubei? What did they say? Do you agree with my proposal?"

The young man frowned and looked a little ugly; "Last night, the boy appeared in Huangshan, as if Huang Qiufeng had promised him. After receiving the information this morning, they had set out for Hubei..."

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and the young man's heart trembled a little. The middle-aged man's small action of playing soot seemed to be a dangerous signal in the eyes of the young man, but the middle-aged man then looked at the young man with a playful face and smiled, "I didn't expect that his action was quite fast, but when I arrived in Hubei, I guess it would not be so smooth, right? When talking about business, it seems that you can only lose money when doing business with Hubei people. Nine-headed birds in the sky and Hubei guys underground! Ha ha ha, it's not blown out..."

The young man took a deep breath. He didn't want to and dare to disturb the self-confidence of the middle-aged, but if he didn't say it, the consequences would be worse. He looked up at the middle-aged man slightly and said seriously, "Uncle Jiang, the Central Plains Association in Henan has also agreed, and sent people to rush to Hubei..."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, looked at the young man who lowered his head and wanted to stop talking, and said in a low voice; "Cont on!"

The young man held his breath and said with a pale face, "In addition to the Central Plains Association in Henan, the butcher Shen Tu in Shanxi seems to have been approached, but he doesn't know the specific situation yet, but it seems that just a young man went to his territory and met and swept away the five tiger generals under Shen Tu..."

"What?" Jiang Dong smoked half of the cigarette in his hand and fell down. He squinted at a Qing Dynasty blue and white porcelain just bought through a wild road on the table. His face became darker and darker, and the young people in the room did not dare to have one. Although Jiangdong is now nearly fifty now, no one will think that Jiangdong cut to death on the interface of Jiangxi alone. The means of more than a dozen bosses of the gang have now been degraded.

Just as Jiangdong fell into meditation, the young man's phone rang, and the young man's body trembled slightly. Then he cautiously answered the phone and did not say anything, but his face changed from iron blue to a black line. He hung up the phone and took a long breath. At this point, things were uncontrollable. He looked at the middle-aged man and said gloomily; "Uncle Jiang, Meng Kui from Hubei has been persuaded and is now marching towards Hunan with that boy.

"A bunch of rubbish!" Jiang Dong was furious. When he raised his foot, he overturned the table. Naturally, the blue and white porcelain worth tens of millions also broke. Listening to the sound of the crisp porcelain bottle broken, the young man was as cicada, crossing his hands on his chest and waiting for the middle-aged man to speak.

The lowest point of Wutai Mountain is only 624 meters above sea level, and the highest point is 3061.1 meters above sea level. It is the highest peak in North China and is known as the "ridge of North China". The top of the platform is majestic, with layers of mountains, and the peaks are intertwined. It is straight and magnificent. Nature has created many unique landscapes for it. Wutai Mountain has a cold climate and is also known as "Qingliang Mountain". Shanxi is a province on the Loess Plateau. The land is dry and the trees are rare, but Wutai Mountain is an aisland number here. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the sky is blue and the ground is wide. Being in it gives people a sense of paradise.

At this time, among a group of modern buildings not far from Wutai Mountain, there is a white tower, which is the same height as the situation as the Bai Pagoda, a place of interest in Wutai Mountain, but who would have thought that this tower is a place where a person lives. There are many rich upstarts in Shanxi, and this white pagoda is also a local building because of coal mining. Because this man believes in Buddhism, there is a building in front of him. But what is surprising is that living here at this time is not the original owner, but the second generation of Shen, a big family in Shanxi. Tu Fuyun's home, the White Tower is located in the center of the courtyard covering dozens of mu. The tower gate is facing the direction of the gate of the courtyard, and there is a stepped Baishi Avenue in the middle of the two doors. What is strange is that there are still five ancient buildings on both sides of the stone steps in the middle of the white tower from the gate of the courtyard. In front of a building, they all climb more than a dozen steps. Just like upstairs, you have to climb five-story high stone steps in front of the White Tower Gate.

At this time, on the first floor of the White Pagoda is a hall. At this time, on the sofa in the hall, there is a middle-aged man sitting. It is Shen Tu Fuyun, the owner of the White Tower, wearing a cyan robe and a silver-framed glasses. He is of medium figure and a peaceful face. At this time, he is reading a Buddhist scripture borrowed from the Wutai Mountain Temple carefully. A young man came from outside the door, walked to him, bowed and said, "Master, he has climbed to the third floor,"

"Aw?" Shen Tu Fuyun looked up slightly and said with a faint smile, "Let him come to see me when he reaches the fourth floor,"

The young man nodded and retreated. Shen Tu Fuyun continued to read the Buddhist scriptures, but half an hour later, the young man still did not return. At the beginning, the servants reported that a man in a robe broke in. It took five minutes to enter the gate of the courtyard, seven minutes to the first floor, ten minutes to the second floor, and twelve minutes to the third floor. Normally, it won't take half an hour to get to the fourth floor.

Shen Tu Fuyun took off his glasses and was about to stand up at the door. A figure suddenly appeared, and his face was pale and sickly. Dressed in a gray robe. Standing straight at the door, the moment when the two pairs of eyes met, Shen Tu Fuyun's body trembled slightly, but the Buddha nature cultivated for many years almost collapsed at this moment. The calm face of more than ten years appeared waves for the first time. The two stood face to face like this, and no one spoke.

The young man walked into the room and looked at the latter in a stiff tone; "Please do something,"

Shen Tu Fuyun finally restrained his emotions, regained his composure, and said lightly, "How did you survive?"

"It has nothing to do with you. If you think it's necessary, just agree to my request." The young man's face was cold and cold.

Shen Tu Fuyun smiled and said without giving in; "Tell me how you survived first!"

The young man frowned slightly and was a little impatient. It seemed that it was a waste of words to say one more word to him, but in the end he compromised. After all, he came to ask him to do something, indifferently; "It was my master who saved me,"

"Your master?" Shen Tu Fuyun was slightly stunned,

"It was the old man who defeated Shen Tuhe Tian. He is my master and even my grandfather!" The young man is charming and cold;

Shen Tu Fuyun frowned. He didn't understand or understand. He sighed, "Anyway, your surname is Shen Tu, and you are my son..."

"If I'm not afraid of the master's fault, I should be surnamed Long!" The young man sneered. His gray robe was naturally similar to Shen Tu Fuyun. Only then did he understand why the master insisted that he wear a gray robe instead of the red robe of the Long family. There is no resentment in my heart, only grievances. After so many years of grievances, the master has always regarded him as a descendant of the Shen Tu family. And he is naturally the white sword Shen Tu Yongjue.

Shen Tu Fuyun frowned slightly, and suddenly a depressing aura came. Shen Tu Yong resolutely looked at the middle-aged man with his head high and did not avoid it. Finally, Shen Tu Fuyun calmed down and said indifferently, "Where is your master now?"

"I was surrounded and killed!"

Shen Tu Yong decided word by word, and his tone was full of fierce resentment and murder.

Shen Tu Fuyun's body trembled slightly, and his eyes narrowed at the young man with a gloomy face. No one had ever seen that the Buddha beads in his hand hidden in his long sleeves had been silently broken.

"I will help you do your things. Go back to your hometown and meet your grandfather. He has been paralyzed all his life. Every day, he still mutilated your master. Over the years, your master has only come once to visit your grandfather specially. Later, he never came again. Unexpectedly, he... Tell your grandpa about your master's recent situation over the years..."

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