This implies the implication of the name "Qi Wuxiang", but Fang Buwei can't understand it.

It's nothing more than a set of decoding and dismantling.

The old gentleman dipped in ink and wrote the words "Qi Wuxiang" on the incense book.

After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, Anliangtang kept pace with the times, and it had long ceased to form a dark incense.

However, the other disciples are in charge of the Ministry of Rites headed by Zhang Yonghe, and only the "new one" is written and sealed by the mountain master.

After writing it, the old gentleman handed the incense book to Fang Buwei.

Fang Buwei was just about to reach out to pick it up, Zhang Yonghe coughed violently.

Forget it, you still need to use the seal!

Fang Buwei bit off the thumb of his right hand and pressed a bloody fingerprint on the word "none" in "Qi Wuxiang".

The old gentleman picked up the jade seal again and stamped it on it.

After putting down the seal, the old gentleman picked up the bronze medal again and tied it to Fang Buwei's waist with his own hands.

In addition to the anti-Qing and Ming restoration signs, there are only a few sets of numbers on it, and Fang Buwei can't understand it.

But he knows that this bronze medal is the identity of the "new one" uncle.

"Sing!" Sitting in the hall shouted.

Keqing, a disciple in the audience, got up at the same time, clasped his fists and recited:

The green shirt is like grass shining on the spring pond, competing for the dragon pier to hold the yellow.

From today onwards, Mo teaches humanity only articles.

At this point, Fang Buwei's position as the "new one" is confirmed.

Fang Buwei hugged his fists, and bent over to make a full bow.

Hearing three gongs in succession, the disciples outside the hall lit the firecrackers, and countless silver coins were scattered.

Most of them are pennies and a dime, but even in the United States, the purchasing power of a dime dollar is not low.

The international gold price of the year is about 33 US dollars per ounce, and one US dollar can buy almost one gram.

More than a dozen disciples in strong suits stood on both sides, and although a group of beggars and homeless people were robbing, there were no evil deeds such as pushing and shoving.

After the ceremony is completed, it is naturally a big feast for relatives and friends.

There were six tables in the inner hall, and the rows of heads and guests were seated, and the rest of the children were all outside the hall.

Fortunately, the place is large, and forty or fifty tables are still set up.

The entire Anliang General Hall is lit up, so lively.

Without waiting for Fang to look for it, An Zhirong appeared by himself.

Vaguely seeing An Zhirong walking towards the inner hall, Fang Buwei confessed his guilt to Zhang Yong and Li Zaiyi, and walked quickly to the door.

The incident happened suddenly, and he didn't care about making people look at it.

He was most afraid that An Zhirong would be excited, and he couldn't control his emotions and tell An Qin his identity.

That's why it was decided that as soon as An Zhirong appeared, she would be intercepted first.

Seeing Fang Buwei, An Zhirong was stunned, his eyes seemed to be sucked, and he couldn't move them at all.

A pair of eyes were red and swollen from crying, like peaches.

"Brother Qi, don't be rude!" Seeing that Fang Buwei was standing in front of the door, without any intention of getting out of the way, Jin Feng took a step forward and blocked Fang Buwei's sight.

Even a fool can see that there is a problem between these two people.

But today is the grand ceremony of An Liangtang, and nothing can be made into a joke.

"Fourth sister, I have something to say to Miss An, please make it convenient!" Fang Buwei said with a smile.

"What are you going to say......" Before Jin Feng could answer, An Zhirong asked in a choked voice.

Jin Feng turned his head and saw An Zhirong biting his lip hard, as if he was controlling the tears from flowing.

"Don't you want to know why I'm here?" Fang is not a return.

An Zhirong looked at Fang Buwei, and the bean-sized tears rolled down one after another.

To be bad!

Jin Feng snorted secretly.

Before she could react, she heard An Zhirong say with a crying voice: "Follow me......"

Jin Feng subconsciously grabbed it, but before he touched An Zhirong's sleeve, he felt that his wrist was numb, and his whole arm hung down softly.

When she raised her head, An Zhirong had already run ten meters away, and Fang Buwei followed her closely.

Looking at the direction, it was going to the guest room.

An Zhirong is the family of the patriarch, Qi Wuxiang is the new uncle, and he has a wife......

The fourth sister of Jin Feng slammed the spirit, turned her head and ran in.

Fang Buwei is one, Jin Feng is only four, she can't control Fang Buwei's head at all.

In terms of force, I'm afraid that Fang Fang can press her to the ground without raising his fingers.

What's more, there are hundreds of disciples inside and outside the hall, as well as guests and guests, where does Jin Feng dare to speak out?

She glanced into the hall, ran quickly to Zhang Yonghe, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Zhang Yonghe frowned.

Qi Wu's oath of three knives and six holes is fooling?

He looked at Situ Meitang, who was talking and laughing with An Qin, and whispered a few words to Jin Feng.

Jin Feng walked out of the inner hall quickly, and Zhang Yonghe walked unhurriedly to the main table.

Zhang Yonghe first confessed his guilt to the guests, and then bent down and said to Situ Meitang: "Mountain master, there is a small matter for you to decide!" ”

As soon as he heard the word "decide", the old gentleman knew that it was not only not a trivial matter, but also very urgent.

"Wait, everybody!" The old gentleman hugged his fists, got up and followed Zhang Yonghe out of the door!

……

An Zhirong was excited, but he still had a little sense, and he dared to bring Fang Buwei to the guest room, even if he was covered with a mouth, he couldn't tell clearly.

There is a small flower courtyard in the back hall, which is tightly covered by annual snow. There is a square pavilion in the snow, and it is clean.

Rushing to the pavilion, An Zhirong couldn't hold back any longer, covering his mouth with his hands, and tears flowed down like a flood that opened the floodgates.

Looking at An Zhirong's undulating shoulders, Fang Buwei sighed slightly and sat down on the stone bench.

Now is the time when An Zhirong is most excited, and it is not easy to say anything, so she can only wait for her to calm down first.

If it's usual, if it's in China, there aren't too many ways to deal with this kind of thing. But unfortunately, it happened too quickly, and there was no time for Fang Buwei to prepare.

Soon after he sat down, his butt had not yet warmed up the stone bench, and there was a rapid running sound in the distance.

It's the fourth sister of Jinfeng.

must have misunderstood that something was going to happen to Hui'an Zhirong, and chased after him in a hurry.

Fang Buwei covered his forehead helplessly.

It's not my own territory, and I don't have a helper around, so it's inconvenient to do anything.

You can only stabilize An Zhirong first, and then find a way when it's over.

"My surname is Qi now, and my name is Qi Wuxiang!" Fang Buwei said a word towards An Zhirong.

An Zhirong was stunned, and even his shoulders stopped twitching.

It's good to be able to listen to it.

Fang Buwei breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "My family has been in business for generations, and now I have settled in Nanyang, and this time I came to the United States to make a special trip to Hongmen to join the great righteousness with overseas brothers......

"Chen Xinran, she has always been in the United States, is she also with you?"

An Zhirong turned around and interrupted Fang Buwei's words.

Fang Buwei was a little helpless.

Why is it always so strange that women focus on the focus?

Which word did you mention Chen Xinran?

"The reason why I faked my death and came to the United States was just to avoid the assassination of the Japanese, and I hope you don't tell me my identity......"

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Fang Buwei could only say the point.

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