In the era of hot weapons, martial arts are knocked down by a bullet, and Xuandao is a difficult business in this society, and now the Song family has learned the most is medical Taoism, but with the integration of Western medicine, the ancient medical skills passed down by the family are gradually not valued.

Coupled with the suppression of the other three major families, the Song family is not as good as day by day, and the only piece of broken mine is not known how many eyes are staring at.

The official family of the medical road is dominant, monopolizing the traditional Chinese medicine market in country Y, the martial arts school of the martial arts Zuojia, all kinds of domestic and international competitions are thriving, and the Xuandao Huang family relies on the ability to see the feng shui fixed gold hole, showing the living the villa feng shui, and giving the dead a place after death, and earning a lot of cymbals.

The Song family survives in such a crack, which is why the Song family is looking for a backer.

"Qin Linxiu left with you last night, you should know his whereabouts best." Song Weilan said and squinted at the so-called feng shui master in front of him, "Also, you dare to go to the Song family to receive such a three-sect and nine-rate goods?" ”

This feng shui master is a copycat at first glance, but the sad thing is that Song Qingwan, who is the heir of the Song family, was actually deceived by him.

Song Weilan's cold eyes shocked Song Qingwan.

"This beauty, you can't say that, I, Wu Xuanfeng, am the heir of the orthodox Xuan sect, you can insult me, you can't insult metaphysics." Wu Xuanfeng saw that Song Weilan didn't take him seriously, and touched his beard and acted in a serious manner.

[Trouble, this woman is not easy to fool. 】

As everyone knows, his inner thoughts have long been known to Song Weilan.

"Wu Xuanfeng, the name is quite Xuan." Song Weilan raised a seemingly innocent and harmless smile, "Orthodoxy? You mention orthodoxy to me? Before mixing this line, please go to check the Song family first. ”

Song Weilan raised his hand to lift Wu Xuanfeng's collar and walked towards the gate of the Song family.

Wu Xuanfeng, who was lifted in the air, didn't react for a long time, he didn't expect a woman to have so much strength, so he easily lifted him up.

Song Qingwan was dumbfounded, she never knew that Song Weilan's skills were so profound, and a man of nearly two hundred catties was like a piece of paper in her hands.

"Let me see you swindling again, and hit you once I see you." Song Weilan threw out the person in his hand, clapped his hands and threatened viciously.

The little brother who happened to deliver food arrived at the door on a small electric donkey, and suddenly a figure was thrown out, he braked urgently, and almost flew out without anyone taking the car.

[Oh my mother, I was scared to death, and I thought it was some kind of big garbage. 】

The takeaway brother parked the car, shrugged his head and walked to Song Weilan with an incubator in his arms.

"You, you, you, it's you." The takeaway brother looked up and saw Song Weilan's face clearly, and his tongue began to turn against him, "You are the Valkyrie who beat more than a hundred robbers and called Dad?" ”

More than a hundred? Valkyrie, is it already this version now?

Song Weilan smiled at him and diverted the topic: "This, it's all mine?" ”

She ordered two dishes and one soup, as for the box?

"Hmm." The takeaway brother nodded stunned, still a little frightened.

Song Weilan opened the incubator suspiciously, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "You put a dish in such a big box?" ”

And this dish is not the dish she ordered, she ordered an ordinary restaurant closest to her home, the delicacy of this dish is definitely not produced by an ordinary restaurant, and the presentation is not a disposable lunch box for takeaway, but the original high-end plating.

[What can I do?] I'm also very helpless, I'm just a money-taker, and a big guy has the ability to use money to contract the entire company. 】

The voice of the takeaway brother came into Song Weilan's ears.

Before I had time to ask in detail, more than a dozen takeaway brothers came one after another, in uniform and holding the same type of incubator, standing at the door in unison, as if they were escorting some kind of heavyweight national treasure.