Chapter 3 The Storm is Coming

"Master, I see that you are happy, is there anything good?" Compared with Lin Pingzhi, Mrs. Wang's understanding of Lin Zhennan is more comprehensive, as soon as Lin Zhennan stepped into the courtyard gate, Mrs. Wang had already seen the joy in his eyes.

Lin Zhennan smiled, first walked up to Lin Yizhi and asked a few words, and after seeing that there was no response, he found a chair and sat side by side with Mrs. Wang. He took out his cigarette pouch, filled it with shredded tobacco, and said, "Madam, so that I can teach you that our dart bureau has received good news today." ”

Mrs. Wang smiled, she knew that Lin Zhennan hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Zhennan took a long puff of cigarette, and said in a calm mood: "Just now, Zhang Darttou sent a letter from Hunan, saying that the Qingcheng Sect in western Sichuan has accepted the gift we sent. ”

"Clank!"

As soon as Lin Zhennan's words fell, there was a sudden soft sound in the courtyard, and the two hurriedly looked for prestige, and the wooden platform that Lin Yizhi used to carve was scattered all over the place due to disrepair.

But Lin Yizhi had already found another corner to continue carving.

These are some trivial things, Mrs. Wang didn't care, so did Lin Zhennan, it's just a wooden platform, let someone send another one later.

Now, all the two of them are thinking about the fact that Lord Yuguan of Qingcheng Mountain has received a gift.

Mrs. Wang is not Lin Pingzhi, Lin Pingzhi may only know that his dart game is very big, and he doesn't know how big it is, but Mrs. Wang knows.

Over the years, Fuwei Dart Bureau has traveled westward from Fujian, from Jiangxi, Hunan, to Hubei, and then stopped.

If the dart game wants to develop again, then it can only go back to the west of the river and then go to Sichuan? Sichuan is a land of abundance and is very rich. As long as you go through the road of Sichuan, go north to Shaanxi and south to Yunnan and Guizhou, you have to do more business.

It's just that Sichuan Province is the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there are really a lot of masters, and the dart car of the Fuwei Dart Bureau wants to go to Sichuan, so it has to deal with Qingcheng and Emei.

Lin Zhennan has been fighting since three years ago, and he always prepared generous gifts for the Spring and Autumn Festivals every year, and sent people to send people to the Songfeng Temple of the Qingcheng faction and the Jinding Temple of the Emei faction, but the heads of these two factions never accepted them. The Venerable Jin Guang of the Emei faction was willing to meet the dart head sent, thank you a few words, please eat a vegetarian meal, and then return the gift as it is.

Now. Qingcheng Mountain Yuguan received the gift, which means that the range of darts in the Fuwei Dart Bureau will be more than doubled.

It's no wonder that Lin Zhennan, the old Jianghu, will be overjoyed.

Lin Zhennan said: "Zhang Darttou mentioned in the letter that the Qingcheng faction sent four disciples to return the salute, and if you calculate the time, it must be these few days." ”

Just as the two were talking, no one noticed that Lin Yizhi, who was carving a wooden sword on the side, was strange at this time.

I saw Lin Yizhi lowering his head, without saying a word, and the knife in his hand slashed at the wood one by one, fast and accurate, full of strength.

No one noticed that the blood light in his eyes had become more and more victorious at this time, until in the end, it had almost spread to his eyes.

A person's eyes are black and white, but at this time, Lin Yizhi's eyes are red, like a demon who has come out of hell.

Lin Zhennan and Mrs. Wang were happy for a long time, but the words changed, but they only heard Mrs. Wang sigh: "Yi'er and Ping'er have reached the age of marrying a wife, Yi'er is like this now, just our Fuzhou Mansion Ximen Street, down to the three-year-old child, up to the seventy or eighty-year-old man, all know that Yi'er is a fool, I'm afraid that no one will marry him, you can wait a few more years, on Chinese New Year's Eve, we are ready to salute, visit my father at the same time, but also in Henan and Hubei to find the whereabouts of the murderous doctor Ping Yizhi!" But Ping'er is already the eldest and the youngest, and it's time for him to take care of it, these days you have to consider it, choose a good match for him, and hand over the business dealings of the dart game to him. ”

"Done!"

Lin Zhennan also responded, he originally wanted to pass this dart game to his eldest son Lin Yizhi, but unfortunately it has become like this now.