In fact, the moment Tang Guobin's figure appeared on the TV screen, Xu Qing had already guessed the godfather's intentions, and secretly thought about how to deal with the next interrogation, how much did the godfather know?

Tang Qingsheng watched the short film without squinting, he watched it very seriously, but the corner of his eyes never left Xu Qing's face, he is a successful businessman, but he asks himself if he is not a good father, many times the care for his son is lacking, any successful person must know how to make trade-offs, if you want to succeed, sometimes you have to pay a certain price, this is the so-called sadness behind success, and you can never find a balance between gain and loss.

The short film is not short, it took 40 minutes to finish, it can be seen that Tang Qingsheng spent a lot of time and energy in order to collect his son's information, and there is one thing that is indispensable to get these materials, banknotes, in order to collect these materials, he spent no less than eight digits in banknotes, in exchange for forty minutes of torment to scratch his heart and lungs.

Syllable!

Tang Qingsheng pressed the stop button on the remote control, looked up at the ceiling lamp, and said with a slight distraction: "See it all?" If I guessed correctly, Guobin has embarked on his grandfather's old path again, which is a bloody road paved with honor and righteousness, and it is also a road of no return. At the end, he suddenly lowered his head, and his two bloodshot eyes looked directly at Xu Qing, obviously waiting for him to answer.

Maybe Tang Qingsheng's words sound a little extreme, but he has personally experienced that the death of his father Tang Jinsong is an indelible pain in his heart, joining the Huaxia martial soul means embarking on a murderous road of no return, I remember that every time my father leaves is a few days or more, every time he leaves, he will take the trouble to explain everything in the family several times, now in retrospect, every time his father leaves, he is ready to say goodbye, and Huaxia martial soul means a painful taboo for Tang Qingsheng.

Xu Qing looked at Tang Qingsheng's bloodshot eyes, and felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, it's bad, my godfather doesn't think that I let Brother Tang join the Huaxia Martial Spirit, right? panicked, and explained in a low voice: "Godfather, I only found out about Brother Tang's joining the Huaxia Martial Spirit later......" For fear that the godfather would misunderstand, he still explained, with a clear conscience, and he was afraid that the more he described, after all, Tang Guobin became a real ancient martial artist who was single-handedly promoted by him, and he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

Tang Qingsheng nodded slightly, and sighed: "I know, before Guobin went to the island country, he sent back a document, which told all the stories about how he joined the Wuhun team, alas! This kid is not a peace of mind. ”

Hearing Tang Qingsheng say this, Xu Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said in a low voice: "I won't tell you, I contacted Brother Tang once some time ago, and he will not be in danger for the time being, he said that there are still some things to do, and he will return to China as soon as he finishes it." ”

Tang Qingsheng stretched out his hand and patted his godson on the shoulder, and sighed gloomily: "Qingzi, you brothers are my good sons, I am already old, and I am ready to wait for your brother to start a family and hand over all the business to him to take care of, and then be an idle man, but now I am afraid that I can't do it, I remember that my father once said that once the king had a sword in his hand, a hundred years of dry bones and no name, this is the Chinese martial spirit, pity my two good sons surnamed Tang, alas!" ”

The king is just a metaphor, talking about the ruler in power, these two irregular verses are written by Tang Jinsong, it can also be said that he has feelings after joining the Chinese martial soul for many years, as long as he joins the Chinese martial spirit, he will serve the ruler until the end of his life, even if he throws his head and spills blood, he will only get a nameless grave.

A sword in the hands of a king, a hundred years of dry bones buried nameless. Xu Qing pondered the artistic conception in the two lines of poetry in his heart, as if he could feel the heroic twilight after the heroic dry clouds in the heart of the old man Tang Jinsong, the Chinese martial soul has always regarded itself as the sword of the country, and every ancient warrior who joined was full of enthusiasm, but it was even more difficult to quit after many years of fighting, and the reality was so cruel.

Thinking of this, Xu Qing's heart throbbed inexplicably, and he naturally thought of this Skynet fox hunting operation, what kind of Huaxia martial soul is going to play this time?

At this time, in a newly built flat-roofed house in the Huaxia Martial Spirit Base, a large group of people were surrounding an instrument that looked like a repair tank, standing side by side with the doctor and Long Fengyang in front of the instrument, and beside them were Qiu and Tong, two worshippers and a middle-aged officer with a serious face, and several assistants in white coats were holding recorders and carefully recording the data on the instrument, everything was in order.

There is a transparent synthetic glass door on the front of the instrument, and there is an old man with muscles and knots standing inside, this old man's body surface is connected with various tubular metal wires bent into rolls with small suction cups, and his body is soaked in a pool of azure liquid, which is one of the captured Hu heroes, who used to wear black clothes in order to distinguish his brother, but now he doesn't need to hang one, and his name is not needed, and everything before he comes out of the instrument has nothing to do with him.

This instrument is Meng Poyi, invented by Dr. He, and has been tested several times on several heinous death row prisoners before, and the effect is quite good, and now those few death row prisoners who have been reimplanted into their memories have been transformed into predators who defend their homes and defend the country, and they were sent to a certain border to carry out a dangerous anti-drug mission two days ago, and all of them died under the guns of drug dealers, in a sense, the experiment was successful.

Today is the first time to test the effect of Meng Poyi on an ancient martial artist, and the doctor is still a little nervous, he has been dealing with ancient martial artists for many years, he understands in his heart that each of these people is a strong person, in addition to having a body and combat power that ordinary people cannot match, he also has superhuman willpower, it is not easy to erase all the memories in the minds of this type of people, this is a new challenge for him.

Meng Poyi usually erases the memory of an ordinary person and implants a new memory in just two hours, but now this ancient martial artist has been in it for a full sixteen hours, which is equivalent to eight times that of an ordinary person, and according to the data of the brain wave frequency that detected him, his memory has not been completely erased, and there is still a little bit left, just a little bit of tenacious confrontation.

Di Di -

The instrument suddenly let out a shrill chirp, the two orange-red indicators on the top flickered, and the doctor's tense cheeks finally showed a satisfied smile, successful, the original memory has been erased, he waved his hand to a white-coat assistant behind him, "Prepare to implant the ninth memory system equal king." ”

"Yes!" The assistant in the white coat answered, walked quickly to an electronic console not far behind him, and his fingers quickly tapped the keyboard on the table, and a row of ten memory systems appeared on the LCD screen, King Qin Guang, King Chujiang, Emperor Song, King Wuguan, King Yama, King Bian Cheng, King Taishan, King of City, King Ping.

Drip!

The assistant decisively pressed the number nine number button, the orange indicator light on the top of Meng Poyi went out instantly, and the old man's eyelids in the glass door flicked violently a few times, and he calmed down again after a convulsion.