Chapter 40 The Chief Disciple

"Is your resistance to hope for the arrival of light?"

"But my resistance is just messing with the darkness."

This is what a great man who will fade out of the primary and secondary school textbooks has said at any time. At any time, light and darkness will exist to meet the light and fight against darkness. The starting point is different, and the result is the same. The difference is that the courage and capital paid by the latter will far exceed the former.

In the eyes of Ye Hetu, messing with darkness is just an undisputed game. Whether the person who makes the rules is him or not, it will be fun to play.

"Master, what should we do next? Last time you asked me to find a job, damn it, the boss's heart could be as dark as the skin of those African girls. If it hadn't been for you to say hello, don't be rough. That dead fat pig would have let me leave the river to feed the fish. He Changfeng was dissatisfied.

Ye Hetu didn't care about He Changfeng's feelings. He said with a narrow smile, "If you dare to do it, you will be targeted the next day. In China, there are more people than foreign countries. Let's wait and see what happens."

He Changfeng said that there are indeed too many restrictions in China. If he knew that the boss would serve tea and water for others in a restaurant, he would not know what he would think.

Song Zijian came to the counter with two people and happened to see Ye Hetu and He Changfeng sitting there.

"That's him." After Song Zi's fitness, he suddenly recognized He Changfeng with a sharp eye.

He Changfeng still drinks. Song Zijian and the other three of them are like a ball of air in his eyes. If they don't care, a bottle of beer will soon bottom out. This is his habit. He is not used to drinking foreign wine and white wine, only mouthful of beer. Everyone always has something persistent. As the saying goes, some Chinese people don't like to travel to Africa, but there are Some people like to travel to Africa. The former is a man and the latter is a woman.

"Your men?" Song Zijian was surprised at Ye Hetu and was not angry because of He Changfeng's disregard.

Ye Hetu nodded gently and admitted it.

"Chen Yang, Zhu Long, what are you doing? Why don't you apologize quickly!" Song Zijian turned around and roared at the two people behind him, scolding the two little ones behind him, and he couldn't react for a while.

He Changfeng's eyes were playful and didn't ask about the situation. Needless to say, he also knew that the problem was on the master.

"Brother, these two guys are ignorant. What happened today has hit their own people." Song Zijian explained kindly with a smile. There was no need for Ye Hetu to say that he also knew that this matter could not be involved today. For He Changfeng, Song Zijian saw some foundation and his skills were not weak, but compared with him, there were many gaps. What was missing was time. He did not lay a good foundation when he was a child. He Changfeng's personality expression made Song Zijian unable. Looking at it with new eyes, it's just like the big brother a few years ago. He simply doesn't care about anyone. The big brother is really talented and can bring out such a different brother.

"Changfeng, this is my younger brother. Just call me Brother Song." Ye Hetu finally laughed and said that fortunately, this boy knew how to be measured and did not waste others. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain to others as the boss. After all, he was from Kunlun, and he couldn't pat his buttocks and leave like the Hades family.

"Brother Song." He Changfeng said hello uncoldly and asked the bartender for a bottle of beer.

When Song Zijian saw this scene, he really didn't take the boss as a cadre. Song Zijian, who is familiar with the character of the eldest brother, can understand the younger brother brought out by Ye Hetu.

"Brother, is he?" Zhu Long, who had no special hobbies, asked doubtfully.

"He is my senior brother. Guess who he will be." Song Zijian looked at Ye Hetu with a smile and said.

Ye Hetu wiped his nose, and the boy was pretending to be a tiger again.

"Your brother? I remember that I know everyone else in Kunlun except the mysterious big brother who was killed two years ago. Zhu Long was still puzzled. It was impossible for one more person to come out of thin air.

It is no secret that Ye Hetu indirectly betrayed Kunlun. When the disciples of the outer door and the inner door were bored, they took this quietly and happy. Except for the situation of the elders nearby, who didn't shout that the fourth uncle, the bad old man, was beaten well.

"His surname is Ye." Song Zijian, who was smiling, whispered again.

"There is no one surnamed Ye in Kunlun." This disciple named Zhu Long affirmed that unless his brain was broken by the door.

Chen Yang, who had been silent, flashed his spirit, pushed Zhu Long and whispered, "Two years ago, didn't that big brother have the surname of Ye?"

"Isn't it?"

The two exclaimed with one voice.

Song Zijian nodded for sure.

Chen Yang and Zhu Long rushed forward with an arrow step. He Changfeng was ready to make a move and was secretly motioned by the master Ye Hetu.

Two steps apart, the two people looked at Ye Hetu carefully and actually knelt down.

"Are you the big brother who was invincible in the world two years ago?"

"Are you the big brother who is known as Yushu Linfeng, a pear flower pressed begonia?"

The two knelt on the ground at the same time.

He Changfeng didn't understand what kind of play this is. In fact, this is the rule set by Jun Yifeng in Kunlun. He went out to see the eldest brother and did not kneel down to his face. If he went back, he would not forgive him. Now Kunlun, without Ye Hetu, Jun Yifeng has the final say.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are called kings.

Ye Hetu can't laugh or cry. Only Jun Yifeng, a boy, can make such a harmful trick.

"Falen."

Ye Hetu said, which made He Changfeng almost drop the bottle. Song Zijian did not say anything wrong. In Kunlun, he has the network resources he has worked hard to cultivate. Compared with the unique Jun Yifeng, he is far from speaking. Naturally, Jun Yifeng, the first person after Ye Hetu, has no prestige.

Chen Yang and Zhu Long stood up and looked at Ye Hetu curiously from time to time. The popularity of this mysterious big brother in Kunlun has reached every corner. The battle of Ximen Xiongkui, the battle of Qinglong, and the peak battle two years ago spread to every corner of Kunlun.

Ye Hetu got up and patted them on the shoulder.

"In Kunlun, I don't have much power. Here, I also don't have power. My big brother is incompetent. If someone dares to bully you in the future, just tell me that although I don't belong to Kunlun, my brotherhood is still there. I will help you get justice." Ye Hetu said kindly to the two, extremely sincere.

At that time, Chen Yang and Zhu Long felt that something was blocked in their eyes. After staying in Kunlun for so long, when did they hear others take care of themselves so much? The big brother's words hit their hearts. Chen Yang felt that if the big brother fell in favor with him, he would take care of himself.

"No more nonsense. I have something else to do. Come here to play in the future."

Ye Hetu said goodbye, and He Changfeng followed him out. Song Zijian looked at Ye Hetu's back and left with a smile.

"Master, where is this place? Why do they call you brother?" After the fragrance at night, He Changfeng poured out all the problems that had been piled up in his heart for a long time.

"I used to belong to a sect. The name is Kunlun I just mentioned. My sect is similar to those big families abroad. I don't know how many years I have been hidden in China." Ye Hetu said lightly.

"The powerful kind?" He Changfeng asked with concern.

"It's not very powerful. There are many different people in the land of China. Even I don't know how many hidden forces there are in this 9.6 million square kilometers of local area." Ye Hetu shook his head.

"Why did you just say that you didn't belong to Kunlun?"

"Because two years ago, I killed Kunlun alone."

Ye Hetu's tone is always so calm and indifferent at normal times, because nothing is worth his excitement.

He Changfeng was stunned. How much courage does it take to kill Kunlun alone? Presumably there are many reasons. He Changfeng has never been interested in things that should not be inquired about, and he has no words appropriately.

Ye Hetu continued: "The two people you saw just now are Kunlun's outer disciples, and the other is Kunlun's inner disciples. The outer disciples and inner disciples are completely two concepts, but it is not ruled out that some young masters are hidden among the outer disciples. It's not that I look down on you. Your skills are Among the inner disciples, you can only support the level of the last stream, which is still the case of the explosion of all the strength. Among the disciples of the outer disciples, you are only the middle level.

He Changfeng was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. Kunlun actually cultivated such a monster. Of course, He Changfeng did not summarize Ye Hetu in it, but Ye Hetu's reputation in Kunlun is a monster among monsters, a new generation of mythical figures.

He Changfeng asked again, "How strong is that inner disciple?"

"I haven't tried it. In my hand, I should be able to hold out two moves, provided that I am not fully prepared." Ye Hetu said calmly that the two moves are not to belittle Song Zijian or to praise him, but to seek truth from facts.

He Changfeng knows the master's strength and does not doubt that whether it is two or three moves, the final result is not an escape defeat. It is not something worth boasting about with fifty steps.

"Changfeng." Ye Hetu suddenly called He Changfeng's name. Maybe there was something to tell him.

"There it is."

"If you have something to do in the future, you can go to Song Zijian. With his achievements in Beijing, as long as it is not too out of the mark, he can help you complete it."

"Yes."

Ye Hetu suddenly thought of something and said, "Don't get too close to him."

He Changfeng nodded. He knew the meaning of this sentence.

After saying that, Ye Hetu walked forward alone. He Changfeng caught up and asked a sudden question.

"Master, what was your identity in Kunlun back then?"

An inner disciple is already one of the best masters in He Changfeng's eyes. Ye Hetu is a mythical figure in He Changfeng's eyes. He is not an ordinary master who can compare, so he wants to know more about what the master does in Kunlun and can grow up to this dazzling.

"Me?" Hearing this question, Ye Hetu laughed at himself. In Kunlun, he was indeed the most qualified to take over the position of the next elder, or even the head, but these things were not important to anyone else in his eyes.

"I am the chief disciple under the head of Kunlun."