"Damn, damn it, damn it! Damn Zhu Ping, damn Yang Qiao, all damn it!"

In the Wei family's compound, Wei Yanfeng was furious. This old man has reached his old age, and his destiny is coming, and he still wants to take away the luck of the Yang family and continue his life.

In the lobby, the children of the Wei family, four generations in the same house, are discussing countermeasures in the face of the failed plan to seize the luck of the Yang family.

"Father, if you hadn't blocked the bullet for that Yang Bridge back then, that old thing would have died on the battlefield a long time ago, where is the Yang family now. ”

Wei Lao Er was the most angry, he had been running around for this matter, but now, it was a bamboo basket for nothing.

"Father, don't worry, I have already sent someone to hunt down and kill Zhu Ping, this damn old thing, not only did not complete our plan, but blackmailed my Wei family's 500 million funds. He can't be allowed to leave the capital alive. ”

After Boss Wei learned that Zhu Ping had taken 500 million funds, he immediately sent a killer to chase and kill.

"Hmph, Zhu Ping is just a small character. Before he left, he said that the Yang family had invited a master with advanced Taoism, and Zhu Ping was not his opponent at all. That's the problem. ”

Wei Yanfeng is still thinking about the luck of the Yang family, his Wei family's luck has begun to decline, if he doesn't seize the luck of the Yang family, he may not last for a few years.

"Zhu Ping is the head of the Pure Ming Dao, although the Pure Ming Dao has declined, but this Zhu Ping's cultivation is famous in the south. Even he is not an opponent, so what should I do?" Wei Lao Er asked.

"Above the Dao Law, he is indeed a master, but above the Martial Law, he may not be able to say. If you can ask a martial arts master to help, you can get rid of it quickly. Wei Yanfeng said.

"But, where to find a martial arts master?" Wei Lao Er asked again.

This time, Wei Yanfeng was asked. There are martial arts masters, but not everyone is as easy to invite as Zhu Ping, martial arts masters are very proud, and it is difficult to buy them with a lot of money.

Just when the Wei family was in a dilemma, suddenly an old slave walked into the lobby and said to Wei Yanfeng.

"Old master, Young Master Wei Chong is back. ”

"Oh, my grandson Wei Chong is back?" Wei Yanfeng was overjoyed, Wei Chong was his favorite grandson, and Wei Lao Er also surpassed the eldest in the family because of this son.

"Wei Chong, the eldest young master of the Wei family, isn't he cultivating the law in Laoshan Mountain?" said Jin Shicheng, who was sitting in the corner of the outer part of the lobby.

Jin Shicheng has been called to the Wei family for three days, and in the past three days, he has been holding emergency meetings with the Wei family every day to discuss how to deal with the Yang family. He didn't even know that his son was now in the intensive care unit.

"What are you talking about, my son Wei Chong, isn't he a martial arts master? He has been studying art in Laoshan for more than ten years, and he has a good kung fu. Wei Lao Er was ecstatic in his heart.

"Not only Young Master Wei Chong, but he also brought people back. The old slave continued.

"I also brought a helper, that would be even better. ”

"Then what are you waiting for, please come in!" Wei Yanfeng said.

For a moment, all the people in the lobby turned sideways and looked out of the door. I saw two young men wearing dark blue Taoist robes and Taoist hats walking in.

The two of them have a dusty aura on them, which is admirable.

One of the tall and thin men, after entering the lobby, immediately knelt down to Wei Yanfeng in the center of the main hall and said, "Grandson Wei Chong, please say hello to grandpa." ”

"Hurry up, grandson, let grandpa see. Wei Yanfeng said, and Wei Chong stood up.

"Grandpa, when I heard about the changes in the family, my grandson brought my brother back to help. After Wei Chong finished speaking, he introduced Lin Qi behind him to the Wei family.

Lin Qi, the strongest young man of the younger generation of the Laoshan Taoist School, has a profound Taoism, profound cultivation, and first-class martial arts.

After listening to Wei Chong's introduction, Wei Yanfeng was very happy and said with a smile: "My grandson has won my heart, it is really a charcoal in the snow." My Wei family has been bullied, and my grandson wants to defend the Wei family!"

"My grandson came back just to solve problems for my grandfather, and my grandfather should tell me if he has any needs. Wei Chong said.

"Well, I'll be blunt, I need to deal with someone. Wei Yanfeng said that it was Zhang Fan who he was going to deal with.

"Can it be killed?" Wei Chong didn't ask anyone, but directly asked if it could be killed, which shocked the Wei family.

However, this sentence won Wei Yanfeng's heart, Wei Yanfeng squinted, pursed his lips and smiled, and replied: "But!"

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9 Comfort Street!

After last night's incident was over, Zhang Fan also returned to Hong Fu Street.

The divorce between the second aunt and Ren Song is inevitable, and Zhang Fan is not good to ask more. The matter could only be left to the cousin's family to solve.

After calming down all night, Zhang Fan remembered that he was a little impulsive last night and actually exposed his ability.

However, he did not regret it, he inherited the original purpose of the Heavenly Master's mastery, which was to protect his family. In order to protect the second aunt, what if it is exposed?

Early in the morning, Zhang Fan saw the monk move a stool and sit in the courtyard, and he was actually reading.

"Oh, have you ever read?" Zhang Fan was surprised, he originally thought that the monk was a rough man who couldn't read big characters.

When the monk saw Zhang Fan coming, he replied, "Sir, when I was in the monastery, he taught me to read and write. ”

"What book?"

"300 cases of home-cooked stir-fry. ”

The monk was not looking at any martial arts cheats, but at the recipes. Seeing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help laughing.

"Yes, there is progress. ”

"What kind of cuisine does the gentleman like?"

"Sichuan cuisine!"

After a simple daily conversation, Zhang Fan sat on his special recliner, and at some point, he had an extra medical book in his hand.

This hand takes things from the air, and it is naturally seen by the monk. Ever since he saw Zhang Fan's eyes scrapped the golden call last night, he was even more convinced of Zhang Fan's ability.

After the two read the book for a while, Zhang Fan covered his head with the medical book and lay down.

"Monk, sir, I just calculated a hexagram for you, I'm afraid that you will have a bloody disaster today. Zhang Fan said while lying on the rocking chair.

"Seriously?"

"Pretty serious!"

"Will you die?"

"No, it won't. Not only will he not die, but after this disaster, the path of martial arts will be unimpeded. ”

"Then I really hope that this disaster will come soon. The monk replied.

Zhang Fan closed his eyes and smiled: "Yes, I'll be there soon." ”

Syllable!

As soon as Zhang Fan's words fell, the gate of his courtyard suddenly opened by itself, and a gust of wind blew in, sweeping up the sand and dust all over the ground.

Zhang Fan fell asleep directly on the rocking chair, and when the monk saw this, he put down the recipe in his hand and looked at the two who suddenly appeared at the door at some point.

When the monk saw these two people, he immediately understood what the Bloody Light Plague was talking about.

"Good come, the monk is waiting for the two. The monk got up and looked at the two. Battle, on the verge of breaking out.