Pan Yu, Chunfeng Street.

Xinglin Blind Massage Parlor----

Master Su was shirtless, showing a lean back, with his eyes closed, lying comfortably on the massage table, and said to the blind uncle who was about to give him a massage: "This ghost place is as good as this, there is a formal massage; ”

He said, "You said last time that I had a bad kidney, and it's good to help me massage that, so I'll do it again today." ”

The blind uncle rolled his eyes and pestled Master Su's waist pole with his hand, "Your kidneys are too weak to do this kind of massage often, you have to do food supplements." ”

"Eat food, eat snake soup, bullwhip?" Master Su licked his lips, "Why don't you write me a list, I'll buy it to make soup!"

The blind uncle laughed and said, "I am a masseur, not a physiotherapist, and even less a chef...... If you really want to take care of your body, go to a Chinese medicine doctor, and he will prescribe some medicines to nourish your qi and strengthen your body. ”

Master Su waved his hand, "I know--- you don't need to say it, start massaging me, the technique is the same as last time, as for the strength, lighter, remember, you must be lighter!

"Okay, please wait a minute, I'll go get a hot towel!" After the blind uncle finished speaking, he groped his way out the door and went to get the towel.

Master Su lay on the bed, owed, turned on the tape recorder next to him, and immediately a loud singing voice came out of the tape recorder---

"My family lives on the high slope of the loess, and the wind blows from the slope ......"

"I'll pick!" Master Su was startled, he was from Hong Kong, he had never heard such a high-pitched and violent song, and hurriedly turned off the recording, but he felt that his heart was still beating.

"The ghost song, it's so ugly! it's almost scared me to death!" Master Su patted the little nest proudly.

I thought about it again, this dead blind man's musical taste is quite special, he is blind and not deaf, why listen to such a loud song.

Just when Master Su was thinking wildly, the door of the room creaked open.

Master Su lay down again, closed his eyes, and urged: "Hurry up! Don't ask the turtle to pull the eggs, slow down, I still have something to do!"

didn't respond, but a hot towel was already on Master Su's waist.

The warm sensation instantly spread from the waist rod to the spinal cord, which was very refreshing.

Master Su couldn't help but groan, and then he felt a hand start to help him massage.

Fortunately at first, the strength of that hand was just right, not light or heavy. Gradually, however, the hand began to grow heavier.

Master Su endured it at first, but gradually he couldn't stand it anymore, so he said, "You have a light hand!"

The other party was silent.

Still massaged him very hard, and suddenly, the hand pressed to the most vulnerable waist of Master Su, and Master Su made an "oops" and jumped up directly from the bed.

"What are you doing? Do you want to kill someone?" Master Su yelled, and when he turned around, he realized that something was wrong, and it was not a blind uncle who was massaging himself in front of him, but ......

"Song, Song Zhichao?" Master Su looked at each other in surprise.

Song Zhichao smiled very kindly, and then nodded: "I'm sorry, the craftsmanship is not good, I frightened you!"

"What kind of craftsmanship are you not good, you did it on purpose!" Master Su said angrily, "Don't think I don't know, you have been calling me for the past few days and asking me to arrange for you to meet with Miss Fu, I don't want to, you just do this, right?"

Song Zhichao smiled and reached out to take the hot towel that fell on the bed, "That's right, I'm very sincere in doing business with Miss Fu, that's why I need a middleman like you--- who doesn't know that you are a celebrity next to Miss Fu, and if you want to see her, you have to go through you!"

"Hmph!" Master Su snorted, "That's how you beg for help, I think you're a threat!" Covering his waist with his hand, "Pity my old waist!"

Song Zhichao moved his fingers and said to Master Su: "It seems that you don't like my craftsmanship very much, it doesn't matter, I will continue to improve, and I will continue to work hard!"

"Don't! Excuse me!" Master Su hurriedly stopped Song Zhichao's words, "If you continue to toss like this, you will kill me sooner or later!" After a pause, he said: "You are doing so many things, just to meet with Miss Fu, okay, I will fulfill you, but you don't have to regret it!"

"How could I regret it, it's too late for me to thank you!"

"Hehe, it's better to be like this!" Master Su let out a sneer, and a trace of weirdness shot out of his eyes.

......

Panyu County, "Liugengtang" Scenic Area---

"Liugeng Hall" is the great ancestral hall of the family surnamed He, and the name of the hall is named after the couplet of the ancestral hall: "Yin Deyuan is planted from the ancestors, and the heart is left to be cultivated by the descendants." ”

It is said that the first He family to settle in Shawan was He Renjian, who purchased a large piece of land in Shawan in the sixth year of Shaoding in the Southern Song Dynasty and became one of the five famous families in Panyu at that time. In order to commemorate and enshrine He Renjian, in the Yuan Dynasty to the twelfth year of the Yuan Dynasty, the He clan built this Liugeng Hall.

Liugeng Hall covers an area of 3,300 square meters, is a brick and stone wooden structure, the plane is a north-south long strip, the main buildings are: the mountain gate, the Yi Palace, the Diaoyutai, the hall of enjoyment, the dormitory, the east and west corridors, and the most magnificent He clan ancestral hall.

At this time, Song Zhichao, under the leadership of his master Su, came to the ancestral hall of Liugengtang.

Master Su asked Song Zhichao to stand outside the ancestral hall first, waiting for him to report to Miss Fu.

According to Master Su's words, it is rare for Miss Fu to have Yaxing come here to play today, and Song Zhichao is simply shit luck.

Song Zhichao didn't know if he was lucky, but he didn't like to be stared at at the moment.

Staring at him was a sturdy man in a suit and leather shoes.

Song Zhichao didn't need to ask to know that this guy was Fu Qingqing's personal bodyguard and driver, Chen Biao.

As the name suggests, people are really biao.

Song Zhichao smiled at this very biao guy.

Chen Biao snorted coldly, his eyes revealing a trace of coldness. For Song Zhichao, he hated it to the core, remembering that if he hadn't been yin by this kid last time, he wouldn't have hit the cow, and he was chased and beaten by those ignorant villagers with shovels.

Shame on you!

He is also one of the top kung fu masters in Hong Kong, but in the end he was captured by a large group of mountain village nofus and sent to the police station.

Chen Biao has always said to himself that it is not that he is not good at kung fu, but that the other party has too many people, but this kind of self-comfort obviously treats the symptoms but not the root cause, and deep down, Chen Biao has seriously felt that his self-esteem has been insulted and frustrated.

At this moment, it is clear that the enemy is very red when they meet.

Chen Biao's eyes were red, Song Zhichao would not be stupid to do anything with him. So he calmly avoided Chen Biao's eyes, and then with his hands behind his back, he browsed the scenery outside the He Clan Ancestral Hall.

Seeing that Song Zhichao didn't accept the offer, Chen Biao had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only snort heavily.

Song Zhichao felt that the people around Miss Fu had a serious rhinitis tendency, whether it was Master Su or this biaozi, they all liked to hum their noses.

Chen Biao had been paying attention to Song Zhichao all the time, and when he saw him laughing secretly, he guessed that the other party must be laughing at himself, so he couldn't help it anymore, and glared at Song Zhichao and yelled: "Hit the street, are you laughing?"

Song Zhichao frowned, he didn't like Chen Biao's attitude of shouting and scolding.

People can be biao, but not horizontal!

Song Zhichao dislikes those arrogant and arrogant people the most.

You're crazy, I'm mader than you.

You are horizontal, and I am more horizontal than you.

Therefore, Song Zhichao pointed at Chen Biao's nose with his hand and said with a smile: "I laugh at you like, oops, it's more like a straight face!"

"Hit the street, die!" Chen Biao had never been humiliated like this in his life, and he was immediately furious and wanted to do it on the spot.

At this time---

"Stop!" Master Su came out of the ancestral hall, he glared at Chen Biao, "Are you a beggar?" Secretary Song is the eldest lady's guest!"

Chen Biao gritted his teeth viciously, took a step back, and glared at Song Zhichao angrily.

Song Zhichao shrugged his shoulders like a human being, and said to Master Su, "The eldest lady is willing to see me?"

"Yes, she let you in. ”

Song Zhichao nodded, and then said to Chen Biao: "You're lucky!" After speaking, he threw the big stone hidden behind him on the ground, clapped his hands, and turned around and walked towards the ancestral hall.

Behind, Chen Biao looked stunned.

Master Su couldn't help but say, "It's so insidious!"