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At the sentry court at the door, a middle-aged man in a white Tang costume was staring at the plane tree opposite with his hands behind his back, and the expression on his face was very strict.

Behind him were seven or eight big men dressed in black, like stakes, staring straight ahead.

At this time, two dazzling lights appeared at the fork in front of him, looking at the direction of this direction, the man in Tang costume was shocked, squinted his eyes slightly, remembered what Ming Ye said earlier, and his heart turned over for a while.

"Distinguished guests welcome the door, and they all cheer up Lao Tzu." Telling the person behind him, the man saw the car stop in front of him, and greeted him with a smile.

Looking at the man standing at the door, Gong Mingyong rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and when he was sure that he was not mistaken, he hurriedly rolled down the window and poked his head out to look at him and quipped: "Yo, I can't imagine that my old Gong will also have a day when Brother Dao, a capable cadre by Mingye's side, will you see what you are doing in this big battle, isn't this torturing the little brother?" ”

The Ming family, the first family in Jiangnan, has a history of hundreds of years, the earliest salt merchants, since ancient times there is a saying that the salt merchants in Jiangnan are rich and rival the country.

The Ming family is the leader of the salt merchants, accumulated for several generations, whether it is power or wealth, can not be underestimated, in the war years, in order to resist the invasion of foreign people, contributed money and efforts, and made outstanding contributions to the establishment of the new government.

The ancestors of the Ming family are not allowed to enter the court as officials.

The head of the Ming family, who adhered to the family rules, politely refused the government's request after the founding of the People's Republic of China, leaving a sentence where there was a need, and the Ming family was by no means ambiguous.

Then he took the rest of the family children back to his ancestral home in Jiangnan, turning from light to darkness and hibernation in secret.

"Get out, you don't have that much face, get out of the car according to the old rules." A smile flashed in Brother Dao's eyes, and he reprimanded Gong Mingyong, who was smiling hippie, with disgust.

Raising his hand and waving, several big men in the back hurriedly stepped forward, opened the door and invited the two people inside, one of whom got into the driver's seat and drove away.

Seeing this, Gong Mingyong glanced at Jun Huaijing, shrugged helplessly, and came to the old man's territory, it was the dragon who had to lie on his stomach, and the tiger who had to lie down, in this place, no matter how many of your hands and eyes were in the sky, there was no way to resist the old man.

"Xiao Jing, if you meet Ming Ye one day, remember to do the gift of juniors, in front of Ming Ye, you have no arrogant capital." Thinking of what his old man said, Jun Huaijing tidied up his collar, and glanced at a few people out of the corner of his eye.

The lower plate is calm, the limbs are powerful, the family is practiced, look at the momentum of this body, at a glance, it is experienced by blood and fire, the Ming family really lives up to its reputation, and even the people who stand guard are masters, no wonder grandpa every time he mentions Mingye, he is both admired and feared.

"Uncle Dao is good, the junior Jun Huaijing has come to visit Mingye." With both hands clenched into fists, Jun Huaijing made a junior salute to the man in the white Tang suit.

Nodding, Chen Dao looked at him carefully, the man's handsome facial features were carved out like a ghostly axe, and a simple white dress and black pants could not hide his temperament of Gao Hua Mingmiao and Yu Ling's handsome frost.

The posture of bending over is neither humble nor arrogant, and the dark eyes with a little respect are indifferent and arrogant that cannot be hidden, this is a young man with firm beliefs, and he is still a young man who knows how to hide, no wonder Ming Ye gave him such a high evaluation.

is old, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and now the young people are sharper than the other, they should abdicate and make way for Xian, thinking of the young master who stayed in the tea room with Ming Ye and Master Wuchen, the love in Chen Dao's eyes flashed, pulled the corners of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to signal: "Please, Master Ming and Master Wuchen have been waiting for the two of them for more than a time." ”

Jun Huaijing nodded, walked side by side with Chen Dao and Gong Mingyong, and walked through the sentry post to the courtyard.

In a quaintly decorated tearoom in the backyard, an old man is playing against an old monk wearing a monk's robe, and a young man kneeling next to him has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, clear eyes, and a righteous body.

"Amitabha." Putting down the chess pieces in his hand, the old monk turned the rosary in his hand and pronounced the Buddha horn.

A smile flashed in the old man's eyes, he stood up and moved his body, looked at the young man and asked, "Jing Shuo, do you understand?" ”

Hearing this, Ming Jingshuo lowered his eyes and thought for a while, raised his head and looked directly at the old man's cloudy eyes, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, understand a little, Master Wuchen takes the golden mean, it can be seen from the chess path that the master abides by the middle way, adheres to principles, is impartial, and has no faults."

When encountering contradictions, he is good at holding on to dual-use, compromising and achieving harmony, and pursuing neutrality, neutrality, and stability.

Able to retreat and advance, both offensive and defensive.

And grandpa's chess path is wide open and closed, revealing the momentum of God blocking and killing God, and Buddha blocking and killing Buddha, unstoppable, the only drawback is that it is too sharp and easy to hurt others and hurt oneself. ”

However, if grandpa does not kill decisively, their Ming family will not have today's status, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, how many families have declined, now in addition to the Ming family located in the south of the Yangtze River, the Mu family in the north, the Yue family in the middle, and the family moved overseas for several centuries, the rest is not to mention.

Facing Ming Jingshuo, who was talking eloquently, the two glanced at each other and nodded approvingly, yes, from their chess paths, it can be seen that the style of the two of them has improved.

Knock knock~

A crisp knock came, several people in the room glanced at each other, the old man tilted his head slightly, Ming Jingxuan nodded, stood up and went to open the door.

Jun Huaijing didn't expect that his first meeting with this grandfather's generation of heroes would be so sudden.

In the quaint tea room, the old man sat on a mahogany chair, holding a cup of tea and sipping from time to time.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles and age spots, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were all traces carved by the years, he was wearing a satin white dress, and the occasional flash of fine light in his cloudy eyes was not to be underestimated.

Chen Dao stepped forward and bent down slightly, and said something in Mingye's ear.

"Nice boy." Looking at the young man standing in front of him, a trace of approval flashed in Ming Ye's eyes, and he was terrifying.

Jun Huaijing stood in front of Ming Ye, bowed respectfully, bent over, restrained his arrogance and sharpness on weekdays, and looked extremely restrained and calm: "Ming Ye, junior Jun Huaijing has just arrived, and it has been so long since I came to say hello to you. ”

"Haha, what a newcomer, you have the ability to set off a bloody storm when you first arrive, you are really good." Ming Ye put down the teacup in his hand, half-closed his eyelids, and his tone was very flat, and he couldn't hear joy or anger, but it made several people in the room nervous.

The thin lips were slightly hooked, and Jun Huaijing was neither humble nor arrogant: "Praise, compared with your great achievements in the old days, what the kid did was not worth mentioning." ”