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Text Chapter 48: It¡¯s just a place ranking, but you dare to stop me?

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    Chapter 48: It¡¯s just the Earth Ranking, how dare you stop me?

    As the representative of the misty Jiangnan Province, it is quite normal for Hangzhou to have a bright sun just now and then to have heavy rain pour down in an instant. The geographical boundary of Hangzhou can be said to be large or small, but as the provincial capital of Zhejiang, it is appropriate. Outside the window  It was pouring rain, and an old man was sitting peacefully on a sandalwood chair in the house, quietly reading a classical letter set and thread-bound "Zizhi Tongjian". The simple book seemed a little yellowed, but it did not affect the old man's mood of reading at all.  What you read is the book and what you experience is the state of mind.  He casually picked up the Yuqian Longjing that had just been delivered last night and took a sip. The white Tang suit looked kind and approachable, but the calmness and self-respect inadvertently between his eyebrows showed the extraordinary nature of the old man. Drinking  The old man took a sip of tea and put the cup back on the table in no hurry. He held the cup lid in his right hand and rubbed it on the cup from time to time. Looking at the heavy rain falling outside the window, the old man sighed and put down the tea cup.  , turned his head, and suddenly stood behind him a man in a gray robe with short braids on his head. His breath was restrained, standing behind the old man like a shadow at any time, respectful, with a low posture but standing straight.

    "Dugu, how many years have you been following me?" the old man asked casually, looking at the man in gray robe standing behind him.

    The man in gray robe was stunned and immediately responded: "Thirty years, four months and five days."

    The old man smiled softly, showing kindness, and sighed: "It turns out it has been so long."

    The man in gray robe didn't answer. If you look closely, half of the short braid on the man's head is white. After following him for thirty years, he looks like an old man.  The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed the vicissitudes of the old man's years, and there was a scar across his cheek on the left side of his face, which added to the horror.

    The old man stopped making a sound and looked out the window. The sound of rain was still there. The old man in gray robe accompanied the old man's gaze as he looked out the window, showing the ravages of time.

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    A light yellow Lamborghini parked at the door of the villa, and a man and a woman walked out of it. The woman went out and took out a black umbrella and opened it. She walked to the passenger door and opened the car door, held up the umbrella and waited for the man to get out. The car door opened, and a man with a crew cut stepped out.  Stepping out of the car, Versace was still in a well-fitting suit, but with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, adding a bit of elegance.

    It is Zhao Xuanshi, Da Qingyi.

    The two of them walked side by side towards the villa. When the security guard saw someone coming to the door, he was about to ask. Zhao Xuanshi was the first to speak and said, "Tell your master that Zhao Xuanshi is here to visit."

    When the security guard heard Zhao Xuanshi's words, although his eyes kept turning back and forth on the still charming woman, he had to turn around and leave. Zhao Xuanshi turned his head, looked at Da Qingyi, who was the most eye-catching person anywhere, and said with a smile: "  If he looks at you again, will you gouge his eyes out?"

    Da Qingyi glanced at Zhao Xuanshi, and his cold face suddenly became full of charm. Even Zhao Xuanshi's temperament, which he had practiced for many years, was moved by it.  Looking at the raindrops falling from the umbrella in front of him and dripping on his feet, Da Qingyi was slightly absent-minded and said: "Yes."

    Zhao Xuanshi smiled softly, looked at Da Qingyi who had regained his coldness and said, "You still haven't changed."

    Da Qingyi turned around and stared at Zhao Xuanshi and said word by word: "You have changed, will you be my man?"

    After saying this, Zhao Xuanshi¡¯s expression changed, he lowered his head and did not dare to look into Da Qingyi¡¯s eyes, and sighed: ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡±

    After receiving the expected answer, Da Qingyi smiled sweetly again. For a beauty like her who has remained unchanged for thousands of years, the smile that bloomed instantly was particularly alluring.

    ¡°I¡¯m used to it, and I¡¯ve guessed it.¡±

    Zhao Xuanshi sighed again. He didn't know whether he was sighing at Da Qingyi's paranoia or at his own unresolved heart.

    Inside the house, the security guard walked into the house in a hurry. When he reached the door of the house, he stopped slowly and blocked the door and shouted loudly: "Master, there is someone visiting outside the door."

    A sigh came from inside the room, saying: "Who?"

    "Zhao Xuanshi."

    There was a gasp in the room. He had not only heard of Zhao Xuanshi's name, but it also represented a past that had been forgotten by the world. Maybe many people didn't know what the title Little Prince of Northern Henan represented, but as a person in Hangzhou, he still had the right to speak.  The person at the helm of the Xu family would not understand.

    "Let him in."

    The security guard left in response. There was a feeble sigh from behind, and a slightly helpless word came from behind.

    "What is supposed to come will always come."

    Outside the house, the security guard who had received permission opened the door. He wanted to take the opportunity to take another look at Da Qingyi. When he raised his head, he suddenly found that the man who had always been smiling when he entered suddenly had a gloomy face. Just as he subconsciously lowered his head, he was kicked suddenly.  Fall to the ground.

    &nbsp"You must learn to close your eyes when you shouldn't look at them."

    Zhao Xuanshi strode forward, no longer looking at the man who was curled up on the ground and moaning like a shrimp.

    "Sometimes, it depends on the owner when beating a dog." Da Qingyi said calmly with no expression on his face.

    Zhao Xuanshi smiled, turned his head and looked at Da Qingyi seriously and said softly: "Some bigotry does not require anyone's permission."

    Da Qingyi's heart trembled, and then a bright smile appeared on his face, his smile was unbridled and extremely charming.

    It turns out that sometimes happiness is just a matter of two people and has nothing to do with other people, as long as he cares about it inadvertently.

    Black umbrellas, big green clothes, and the gentle rain fell silently on the hearts of the two people.

    The two of them strode into the house. Da Qingyi put away the umbrella and held it in his right hand, and walked into the house. The old man sitting on the chair looked at the two people who were always cold and hot, and said with a smile: "It's really great that Zhao Xuanshi can come here."  Let Xujia Pengpi shine."

    Zhao Xuanshi was not polite and went to sit on the sofa next to the old man. The old man in gray robe stepped forward and brought a cup of tea to Zhao Xuanshi. Zhao Xuanshi picked up the tea cup, took a sip and said, "I can make you Aixinjue Luo serve tea."  I¡¯m afraid there aren¡¯t many people delivering water in all of Zhejiang, right?¡±

    The old man in gray robe did not make a sound. After hearing the sound, he took a few steps back and stood beside Zhao Xuanshi, choosing to stand in the forgotten corner as always.

    Sitting on the chair is Xu Qianjin, the head of the Xu family. He does not have a famous name, nor is he a bluffing name. He is just an ordinary name in their time. He relied on his courage through reform and opening up.  He single-handedly carved out his own niche in Zhejiang.

    Hearing this, Xu Qianjin laughed loudly.  Looking at Zhao Xuanshi with a serious look on his face, he picked up the tea cup on the table and took another sip. He shook his head and said, "Young Prince of Northern Henan, it is worthy of Dugu to give you a cup of tea."

    Hearing this, Zhao Xuanshi just smiled softly and said, "Xu Wenyu is dead."

    "One word is like thunder exploding from the ground."  The originally peaceful and quiet atmosphere in the room was instantly ignited, and tension suddenly became tense.

    Xu Qianjin obviously wanted to calm his mind, but his hands refused to obey his original intention. He couldn't stop shaking, and the teacup in his hands fell to the ground.

    Snapped.  The tea cup cracked at the sound.

    The old man in gray robe walked up to Xu Qian as fast as lightning, and patted Xu Qian's back with his right hand. Xu Qian coughed a few times, apparently relieved, and his facial expression became distorted.

    Zhao Xuanshi could not bear to see it. He understood what kind of blow Xu Qianjin was suffering at this time.  Having lost a son in old age, I wonder how many people can bear this change.

    Xu Qianjin tried hard to stand up, but could not stand up. He asked softly: "Dead?"

    Zhao Xuanshi said without comment, "Dead."

    Xu Qianjin patted his chest, trying to calm his mind, looked up at Zhao Xuanshi who was still drinking tea, and said, "How did you die?"

    "My nephew killed him."

    The naked provocation was like a slap in the face, a slap in the face to the entire Xu family.

    Xu Qianjin looked at the unmoving Zhao Xuanshi in front of him in disbelief. He didn't know whether he was too confident or too arrogant. He came to Xu's house single-handedly and announced that Xu Wenyu had been killed by his nephew.

    Xu Qianjin frowned and said, "Are you trying to bully my Xu family?"

    Zhao Xuanshi continued to take a sip of tea calmly, and when the old man in front of him calmed down, he said, "He wants to kill my nephew."

    Xu Qianjin was speechless. He knew that Zhao Xuanshi did not need to make up excuses to demonstrate to him.

    Xu Jinjin sighed heavily, recalling the grandson who had been slightly rejected by him since he was a child. Although he had always disliked his arrogance, in the final analysis, he was always the root of his Xu family, Xu Jinjin's grandson.

    "How do you want to solve it?" Xu Qianjin looked at Zhao Xuanshi, whose expression remained unchanged, and asked first.

    Zhao Xuanshi smiled softly and asked, "I should be the one asking you how to solve the problem."

    Xu Qianjin suddenly exuded an aura of calmness and authority, and said in a deep voice: "My grandson cannot die in vain."

    Zhao Xuanshi raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man who just had pity in his heart, and sneered: "Is it possible that you want my nephew to trade his life for another?"

    Xu Qianjin stopped making a sound, apparently speechless when facing Zhao Xuanshi.

    The old man in gray robe suddenly rushed towards Zhao Xuanshi who was sitting on the chair as fast as lightning, and struck with a palm. Da Qingyi held an umbrella tightly in his hand and suddenly rushed sideways towards the old man in gray robe. The old man dodged and struck Zhao Xuanshi on the cheek with another palm.  .  Da Qingyi's posture did not change, and he did not move. The black umbrella came out of his hand and slammed into the old man's chest.  The old man stopped his offensive and changed his attack to Da Qingyi.  ?Xuanshi suddenly stood up, gently stretched out his right hand to hold the old man's palm, and said, "Qingyi, you are no match for him."

    Hearing the sound, Da Qingyi took back his offensive and stood quietly at the original position without any trace of the initial hostility.

    Zhao Xuanshi retracted his right hand, took two steps back, and continued: "Dibang Dugu, whose real name is Aixinjueluo Dugu, a Manchurian, an old man from the Republic of China, was saved by Xu Qianjin thirty years ago, and has guarded the Xu family for more than thirty years without hesitation.  .Am I right?"

    Da Qingyi was shocked when she heard this. She just thought that the gray-robed old man was just a master, but she didn't expect that he was ranked on the ground list. Da Qingyi has never been conceited. She reluctantly wandered in the middle of the ground list. She thought that judging from the old man's offensive just now,  She is no match for the old man.

    Hearing this, the old man in gray robe just raised his eyebrows slightly, snorted, and rushed towards Zhao Xuanshi again.

    Zhao Xuanshi smiled softly and said: "It's just a ranking list, but you dare to stop me."

    In one sentence, unbridled confidence emanates.

    Zhao Xuanshi flashed, and struck the old man's neck with a palm that was faster than the lightning-fast technique of the gray-robed old man. Before Zhao Xuanshi could see clearly, the old man had already fallen down.

    Dibang Dugu, who has been guarding the Xu family for thirty years, was defeated for the first time without seeing the opponent's tactics.  Xu Qianjin was also surprised. In his eyes, the myth of being undefeated for thirty years collapsed in one move from Zhao Xuanshi.  It was not that he didn't know the strength of the young prince, but he never expected that ten years later, Zhao Xuanshi would reach the point where he could defeat the masters on the earth ranking list with one move. This time, he was defeated, completely defeated.

    Just when Zhao Xuanshi was sitting on the sofa and continuing to drink tea, a sentence suddenly came into his ears, which made Zhao Xuanshi couldn't help but look up.

    "You have to spare others and spare them. Young man, spare his life. From today on, Dugu owes you his life."
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