As one of the few rich people gathering in Qingshi, those who can live in the West Lake Pavilion are either rich or expensive. Perfect security measures, intimate property services, and green gardens echoing the West Lake opposite all highlight the luxury and extraordinaryness of this villa complex.

At this time, on the second floor of Villa No. 3, which covers an area of more than 4,000 square meters, in a study decorated with mahogany collage, on a desk carved from aged yellow rosewood as a whole, a familiar Xuan is tiled, Xiao Lao holds a wolf pen, leans over slightly, and writes on the desk with a focused expression, the Buddhist classic translated by Kumarosh - "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra"

As the vice president of the Jianghai Provincial Calligraphy Association and the honorary president of the Qingshi Calligraphy Association, this pair of "Heart Sutra", Xiao Bingsheng did not know how many pairs he wrote in his life, but there was no time as anxious and irritable as today.

When the 'mantra' of 'is the supreme mantra' is written, near the end of the whole text, the mobile phone rings by the inkstone on the table.

Xiao Bingsheng's hand holding the pen shook, and he didn't care that the last 'spell' word had not been written, and hurriedly put down the purple bamboo wolf.

"How?"

"Dad, I have compiled all the information I can collect into a document and sent it to your goose letter, you can take a look. ”

"Okay, good, good!" Xiao Bingsheng hurriedly hung up the phone, paused, seemed to think that the phone was too small, and hurriedly pulled out the iPad under the tea table next to him, and boarded the goose letter that had not been published for a long time. Just lying on the Taishi chair leisurely, looking at the screen in his hand with an expectant expression.

After reading all the more than 10,000 words of information, Xiao Lao's brows couldn't help but condense into a Sichuan character.

"Strange, it shouldn't be!"

Xiao Lao, who was afraid that he was wrong, flipped through the chat history again and again, looked at the few personal photos sent by his son, and was sure that it was the Zhou Hao he saw in the morning, and he was even more puzzled.

"When I was born, my mother died in childbirth, my great-grandmother died of wrestling on my birthday, and my grandmother died at home on the day of the high school entrance examination. This ......" Closing his eyes and thinking back to Zhou Hao's appearance, Xiao Lao couldn't help but look more solemn.

"This kid has a strange skeleton, a handsome face, from the physiognomy, this kid has a square seal, a rhino on his forehead, a god in his eyes, and a loud voice, he doesn't have the physiognomy of his mother and relatives at all, how can there be a numerology of three relatives dying violently?" tried to recall Zhou Hao's face when he saw Zhou Hao in the morning.

Although Xiao Lao is a martial artist, he has a deep friendship with a metaphysical master like Fan Lao, and there is no shortage of real physiognomy friends around him, plus he has read countless people in his life, and he can still see through some simple physiognomy numerology.

But the more I look at it, the more I feel that things are wrong, very wrong.

"From one year old to sixteen years old, it is mediocre, there is no trace of martial arts revealed, and it has disappeared for five years in the middle, is it because these five years have been the true inheritance of the master?"

On the land of China, there are not a few people who have real skills like Fan Lao, and many people are like Fan Lao, who do not like to live in a corner and are trapped by secular trivialities, so many people often travel around China without seeing the end of the dragon, and even all over the world. Be the lazy idler of the idle clouds and wild cranes.

Of course, some people are stuck in bottlenecks and want to seek improvement with the help of natural perception, some are looking for successors, and some are responsible for having to travel around, and the reasons are different.

It's just that what Xiao Lao doubts in his heart is that he can forcibly promote a sixteen-year-old boy to an external martial artist within five years, this kind of means and ability, even Xiao Lao's master can't do it!

Thinking of the scene when Zhou Hao was learning boxing at that time, as well as Zhou Hao's words later, Xiao Lao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was extremely solemn and he said to himself: "Is it possible...... It's those guys. After thinking about it for a while, he knocked his head and said, "It seems really possible!"

Judging from the information, it is an indisputable fact that Zhou Hao returned to his hometown alone, and furthermore, those rumored masters rarely show up in front of people, going alone, combining the two, according to the temperament of those people, even if they really accept disciples, I am afraid that most of them will be left alone, unless the disciples encounter something that endangers their lives, it is possible to show up.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my guess was right, and at this point, Xiao Lao's body couldn't help but tremble slightly. If the conjecture is correct, then Zhou Hao is really amazing, his eyes are shining, and he is full of energy and mutters to himself: "Interesting, interesting! It's getting more and more interesting." ”

After deep thought, a person hurriedly walked in outside the door, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a Chinese face, and a five-or six-point resemblance to Xiao Bingkun. It is Xiao Bingsheng's second son, Xiao Shihui.

"Dad?"

As soon as the middle-aged man entered the door, he asked straight to the point: "I'm also curious, who needs your attention so much?"

"What man? hehe. UNSURPRISINGLY, XIAO BINGSHENG SLOWLY PUT DOWN THE IPAD IN HIS HAND AND LOOKED AT THE SON IN FRONT OF HIM, WHO WAS THE LEADER OF THE MUNICIPAL PARTY COMMITTEE, AND THE LATTER WAS VERY INTERESTED IN BOILING WATER AND MAKING TEA ON THE SIDE, LOOKING LIKE HE WAS LISTENING ATTENTIVELY.

"A twenty-one-year-old warrior. ”

"So what?" Xiao Shihui, who seems to be a little blessed and graceful, has been around his father since he was a child, and he has been in the top position for a long time, as a figure who can affect the livelihood of millions of people with his decisions, at the moment, many things cannot make Xiao Shihui's heart ripple, not to mention, his father is a martial artist himself, and Xiao Shihui, who also has a certain understanding of the martial arts world, even thinks that his father is making a fuss.

"It's just an outsider martial artist, worthy of your attention Dad? made me think something big had happened, so I hurried over. ”

Xiao Lao, who had already drunk hot tea on the side, slowly took a sip of tea, and then said happily: "If it were an ordinary martial artist, I wouldn't be so aggressive, but this kid is not an ordinary martial artist." ”

"It's not an ordinary martial artist? Could it be that he is cultivating some peerless martial arts?"