After Wang Yuzhou beckoned Qin Tian and them to sit down, Qin Ran was on the side, looking at him with a look of adoration.

Wang Yuzhou did what she wanted to do, but she didn't dare to do. If she made such a big noise at Hao Zhonglai's birthday feast, her son Qin Tian wouldn't kill her!

"Brother Tian, in fact, the reason for the matter is like this, didn't Mayor Hao ask you for something?" Wang Yuzhou didn't pay attention to Qin Ran's adoring expression on the side, and said to Qin Tian with his own care.

"Yes, last time Mayor Hao asked me to help him find the person who saved Old Man Hao in the park, what's the matter? Could it be you? Before he finished speaking, Qin Tian looked at Wang Yuzhou with a surprised expression.

I saw Wang Yuzhou nodding his head lightly, and then he showed a look of sudden realization.

"No wonder, I said how did Old Secretary Hao ignore that person's face and reprimand Liu Biao in public, if so, it would not be strange, after all, Old Secretary Hao has an almost paranoid affection for people who are kind to him."

"What's wrong? Listen to Brother Tian, what do you mean, if it weren't for me saving Old Secretary Hao, but something else, something that is beneficial to him, he wouldn't have reprimanded Liu Biao today? ”

Wang Yuzhou looked at Qin Tian suspiciously.

"Secretary Hao Lao is the former secretary of the Sichuan Provincial Party Committee, he participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea when he was young, and in middle age, he participated in the war against Vietnam, and worked in government agencies after retiring, because he was already a major general when he retired from the army, so he was promoted to the secretary of the Sichuan Provincial Party Committee after a few years."

However, because Old Man Hao was a military veteran and had a straight temper, he finally stopped here in Sichuan Province.

However, this is not the strangest thing, the strangest thing is that those who are kind to Old Man Hao have ended up with a bad death."

After speaking, Qin Tian also looked at Wang Yuzhou on the side with strange eyes, and saw that Wang Yuzhou still had an indifferent expression, and continued to speak slowly

"Back then, on the Korean battlefield, the squad leader who had taken care of Secretary Hao was blown to pieces by the enemy's bombs the next day; wenge, who is in the same village as Secretary Hao, just because he helped Secretary Hao say two words, but Secretary Hao is fine, and the whole village has been criticized In short, there are many, many such things"

"By the way, there's another thing that happened a few years ago."

Qin Tian seemed to remember something, and added, "A few years ago, a young man, a student of your age, Xiao Wang, was hit by a car and died on the spot because he helped Old Secretary Hao, who was crossing the road."

"But it's also strange, Xiao Wang, you've saved Old Man Hao for so long, why are you okay?" After Qin Tian finished speaking, he also looked at Wang Yuzhou suspiciously.

"Feelings, this old man Hao is a broom star! No wonder he was so enthusiastic about me, because he was afraid that I would die suddenly, and that he would be said to be his own benefactor." Wang Yuzhou exclaimed in his heart. Looking around, I suddenly felt that my body had become cold.

"Who said I'm fine, didn't I almost be killed by Zheng Yuanmin?" Wang Yuzhou immediately refuted Qin Tian's words, and at the same time kept warning himself in his heart that he must not contact this old secretary Hao in the future, otherwise his life will be lost.

When Qin Tian heard this, he immediately looked at Wang Yuzhou with pity, which made Wang Yuzhou very dissatisfied, and looked at Hao Zhonglai again, who knew that Hao Zhonglai also saw that Wang Yuzhou was looking at him, and immediately greeted Wang Yuzhou warmly with gestures.

made Wang Yuzhou hurriedly turn his head away, and was still silently muttering in his heart, "Amitabha, don't find me."

"Xiao Wang, are you done talking?" At this time, Hao Zhonglai greeted Wang Yuzhou and walked over.

"Mr. Hao, I have something to do, I'll go first, we'll see you another day" Wang Yuzhou yawned to Hao Zhonglai, and left the scene of the birthday banquet with a smoke.

Qin Tian and the others were left dumbfounded, while Hao Zhonglai was muttering there

"Finally, a young man who didn't have an accident because he saved me appeared, why did he leave now, old man, I still want to thank him!"

"Weimin, you say hello to Liu Biao, if he makes any moves to this young man, I, Hao Zhonglai, will fight to offend that person, and I will also get Liu Biao."

"Yes, Father!"

As soon as Wang Yuzhou ran out of the hotel, he stepped on a banana peel and fell to the ground. When I returned to school, before I entered the dormitory building, a basin of water was poured upstairs, and Wang Yuzhou was drenched all over!!

Damn, Qin Tian, what they said can't be true, right, this old man Hao is really so unlucky?

Wang Yuzhou shook his head, didn't dare to stay outside, and quickly returned to the dormitory

Wang Yuzhou stayed in the dormitory trembling for four days until the Soul Stone Space reminded him that Zhao Songting, the king of the flute, had finished piecing together. Only then did he enter the soul stone space.

When I came to room 2-1 on the second floor of the wooden tower, I heard a pleasant flute music coming from the room.

The flute sound is melodious and crisp. The flute was full of meaning, so that Wang Yuzhou stopped outside the room for a while.

Suddenly!!! The sound of the flute became like a torrent of water, murmuring with a hint of urgency, and with a tactful sound, the sound of the flute became like a flash torrent.

Out of control!!

Finally, the flute softened, and at the end, there was a loud roar.

Like thunder above the nine heavens, rise under the netherworld

Wang Yuzhou stood outside the door and listened with his eyes closed for half an hour before slowly opening his eyes.

"This is? It's just the artistic conception caused by the sound of the flute that brought me into the world of the flute!!

It's not a loss to be a person with the title of flute king.

At this time, Wang Yuzhou could no longer hold back the excitement in his heart and pushed open the door of the 2-1 room.

The room is arranged like a bamboo forest in the mountains, under a big mountain, outside the bamboo forest,

There is a bamboo house, where birds chirp in the mountains, streams flow, and bamboo forests are constantly swaying in the mountain breeze.

In front of the verdant bamboo house, an old man stood holding a yellowed bamboo flute in his hand.

The old man was wearing a Tang costume, very simple, with a smile on his face, kind eyebrows, very gratifying.

"This is the flute king, Zhao Songting, right?" Wang Yuzhou said secretly in his heart.

"You are the tower master here, Xiao Wang?" Zhao Songting spoke at this time, and looked at Wang Yuzhou with a smile on his face