The sun shines in the sky and the breeze blows.

At this time, in the lobby of a mansion somewhere in Kyoto......

In the large hall, there is a rosewood desk, on which there are all kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and behind it is also a rosewood bookshelf.

The whole hall looked bookish.

It's just that there is a pair of words hanging above the bookshelf, with four big characters on the book, and the penmanship is wide open and closed, which is quite a bit solemn, which seems to be incompatible with the hall of this book.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hall, a middle-aged man in a tunic is leaning back in a chair, squinting and enjoying a rare calm.

Beside him stood two bodyguards, both of whom stood motionless like pillars.

Just looking at the two well-trained bodyguards, you know that this middle-aged man's identity is extraordinary.

It didn't take long for a man to walk in slowly, moving slowly, for fear of disturbing the middle-aged man.

Before he could get closer, the middle-aged man's flat voice came.

"What's wrong? Didn't I tell you not to bother me in the sun?"

Hearing this, the man hurriedly bent down and said respectfully: "Seventh master, it is Wang Biao who has something important to ask to see." ”

It turned out that this middle-aged man was the king of the famous underground forces in Kyoto, the Seventh Master!

"Let him in. The seventh master waved his hand lightly.

Hearing this, the man hurriedly and respectfully retreated.

After a while, Wang Biao walked in quickly.

He came to the front of the Seventh Master, bowed his head respectfully and said, "Seventh Master." ”

"What's the matter?" the seventh master was enjoying the sunbathing without even opening his eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Biao spoke: "Seventh Master, I seem to have caused trouble for you." ”

"What's the matter, let's hear about it. The Seventh Master said without hurry.

Subsequently, Wang Biao told the matter one by one, and did not dare to hide it in the slightest.

Hearing his words, the seventh master opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Wang Biao, and asked lightly: "You mean, you beat the little young master of the Zhang family, and that little young master is still a friend of Yuhe?"

Although the seventh master's tone was flat, it gave Wang Biao a lot of pressure.

He couldn't help but swallow hard and nodded heavily.

"You're really going to get me in trouble. A smile appeared on the corner of the seventh master's mouth, and he said lightly: "You have provoked me with two people I don't want to provoke." ”

Hearing this, the cold sweat on Wang Biao's head suddenly broke out, and he said hesitantly: "Seventh master, it's all Huang Ning's kid, he lied to me that someone Zhang Ping has been pestering the eldest lady, so I ......"

Hearing this, the seventh master sighed, shook his head and said, "You, you, let me say what is good about you." This time, Yuhe's girl must have to settle the account on my head again. ”

At this time, Wang Biao's head lowered even deeper.

The seventh master turned his words, and the corners of his mouth showed a mysterious smile and said, "It's the little young master of this Zhang family, it's really interesting." ”

After pondering for a while, the seventh master turned his head to look at Wang Biao, and said without anger: "You go down to receive the punishment yourself, and then go with me to meet this little young master of the Zhang family at night." ”

Wang Biao's body trembled, and his face showed a bitter face.

However, he didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly retreated.

Looking at the blue sky through the large floor-to-ceiling window, the seventh master squinted, and the meaning of his eyes was unclear.

Zhang Ping's side......

Lying on the hospital bed, Zhang Ping was not bored, but felt relaxed.

Ever since he came to Kyoto, especially after this month-long inspection period, he has been cautious and cautious.

I was afraid that something would go wrong and I would be caught by Zhang Feng's family.

Now that I'm in the hospital, I don't have to think about it so much.

There is no strife, no deceit, and this place can be regarded as a pure land.

Zhang Ping watched TV leisurely, enjoying this rare leisure time.

In the evening......

This rare tranquility was soon shattered.

Before Liu Yuhe came, Zhang Ping waited for another group of guests.

I saw a black-clothed bodyguard walk in outside the door, and said respectfully: "Little master, someone is looking for you." ”

"Oh, didn't I tell her, if it's a woman named Liu Yuhe, let her in. Zhang Ping replied indifferently.

"No, it's two men. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Ping's face couldn't help but be a little weird.

From last night until now, people have been coming to him, and he can't tell whether this is a hospital or a living room.

Who will be here this time?

"Let them in. Zhang Ping commanded.

The bodyguard nodded and walked out.

After a while, I saw a middle-aged man walking in with Wang Biao.

At this time, Wang Biao was still carrying a fruit basket in his hand.

Looking at the two of them, and seeing Wang Biao's respectful and submissive appearance towards this middle-aged man, the identity of this man is naturally self-evident.

"Presumably you are the famous Seventh Master, right?" Zhang Ping smiled slightly, neither humble nor arrogant.

Hearing this, the seventh master squinted and smiled, nodded and said, "Hahaha, Young Master Zhang is really good eyesight." ”

"How is it, is Little Master Zhang's health better?" the Seventh Master sat down directly and asked.

Zhang Ping nodded, and said with a pun: "Thanks to you, it's not a big deal." ”

The seventh master didn't care about Zhang Ping's little temper, but smiled.

After all, it was his people who beat others, and they were the first to lose.

"Young Master Zhang, Wang Biao, I have already punished him, you see that if you are not satisfied, you can beat him again to vent your anger, I have nothing to say. The seventh master said seriously.

Zhang Ping shook his head and said, "It's not necessary. ”

Then, he changed his words and said with a smile: "Seventh Master, don't call me Little Master Zhang, I am friends with Yuhe, you can just call me Zhang Ping." ”

"Then you're welcome. The seventh master laughed and said: "Since you and Yuhe are friends, then you can call me the seventh uncle according to your seniority." ”

"Okay, Uncle Seven. Zhang Ping said with a smile.

Looking at the seventh master with a light smile, Zhang Ping's mind couldn't help but come alive.

He didn't expect the Seventh Master to come, but since he came with sincerity, he couldn't refute his face.

This time, according to Liu Yuhe's side, the seventh master can also be regarded as half of his elders. Second, as the leader of the underground forces in Kyoto, Zhang Ping didn't want to offend him easily.

It's always better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

"Look at that girl in my family, she is usually not close to my father at all, and she doesn't tell me anything, if she had said it earlier, she wouldn't have had this thing. The seventh master shook his head and said with a wry smile.

This is really from the heart, but he said that he was too small.

Liu Yuhe is not close to him, but he doesn't want to recognize him as a father at all!

Zhang Ping also knows this point, but he doesn't want to expose him.