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- Chapter 310 Secret Friendship
"But, do you know that the seventy-two Shaolin skills can be practiced together. There was once a person who combined the seventy-two Shaolin skills into one." Monk Juezheng said seriously.
"I seem to have never heard of anyone who can master the seventy-two stunts." Monk Juekong shook his head, looking confused.
Although he has just entered Shaolin, if someone really masters the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, he will naturally be the center of attention, how can he remain unknown?
"That's because, since our Shaolin lost a Buddhist scripture, no one has practiced seventy-two stunts at the same time." Monk Juezheng said.
"What scriptures?" Monk Juekong asked, his heart skipped a beat as he suddenly thought of the scriptures given by Xiao Yuesheng.
"Za Agama Sutra." Monk Juezheng said slowly, with a solemn expression.
"Za Agama Sutra?" Monk Juekong's expression changed and he exclaimed.
"Why, you also know this sutra?" Monk Juezheng asked, looking at Juekong in confusion.
Juekong hurriedly shook his head and smiled: "No, no, I seem to have heard of this scripture somewhere. What is its use? It can actually practice seventy-two unique skills."
"Our Shaolin's seventy-two stunts are too fierce and have different strengths. If they are used to them at the same time, they will conflict with each other. At most, practicing seven or eight types is already the limit. It is impossible to suppress these conflicting internal forces. Otherwise, , will completely damage the body.¡±
"For so many years, none of our Shaolin elders have mastered more than eight stunts. It is not because they are not talented enough to learn them, but because their mental methods are in conflict and cannot be reconciled."
"However, with the Zagama Sutra, these conflicts can be reconciled with each other, the body will not be affected, and all stunts can be practiced."
"So that's itthen this Miscellaneous Agama Sutra must be the most important." Monk Juekong murmured.
"That's natural. If our Shaolin had Zaaghan training, how could there be any rivals in the martial arts world?!" Monk Juezheng nodded vigorously and said with emotion.
Monk Juekong recalled the situation at that time, and it seemed that Mr. Xiao didn't pay too much attention to it, and even asked him to carry it on his back before sending it to the abbot.
"It's just that he doesn't know these words at all, so how can he recite them? Since it is such an important Buddhist scripture, he cannot keep it secret.
Soon, he met Master Fang Zheng.
In the abbot's meditation room, sandalwood was floating in the air. Master Fang Zheng looked solemn, and closed his eyes slightly. The round and large Buddha beads were slowly moving, shining with a faint purple luster.
He was thinking about Ren Yingying. Because of Xiao Yihan, things became complicated.
Xiao Yihan came here with bad intentions. He obviously came for Ren Yingying and wanted to let Ren Yingying go. But if this was really the case, it would be inappropriate. But it would also be inappropriate not to let her go. Whether to let her go or not would not be appropriate. It's really a dilemma.
Hearing the novice¡¯s report, he raised his head and let Juekong in.
Although Juekong is not the strongest in martial arts among the Jue generation, nor is he extremely talented, he has a pure nature, a broad mind, and a profound Buddha nature. In his eyes, he has unlimited potential, and he will definitely be a leader in Shaolin in the future.
"Greetings to the abbot, uncle!" Juekong came in, clasped his palms together, and bowed, neither humble nor overbearing, calm and composed.
Master Fang Zheng looked at him, nodded, showed approval, then put it away, and said warmly: "You have something to ask me about?"
"Yes." Monk Juekong nodded. Knowing that the abbot was busy and his time was precious, he went straight to the point. He took out two booklets from his arms and handed them over with both hands.
"These are two books given to disciples by Mr. Xiao." Monk Juekong said respectfully.
Master Fang Zheng took it with a smile, shook his head and smiled. This feeling was empty, but he was sincere. Why should he show the book that Xiao Yihan gave him to him for reading.
Xiao Yihan has an old relationship with him and has quite a bit of friendship. He already knows that if the disciples who enter Shaolin cannot be clearly identified, they will naturally not be recruited easily, even if they are recommended by Yue Buqun.
Even if he feels sincere, he still has to look through it to avoid chilling his heart. Master Fang Zheng thought in his mind and looked through it from thin to thick.
"Arhat Fist" Master Fang Zheng looked at the cover, smiled, and looked down. As soon as he saw the first page, his face became solemn.
"That's good, that's good!" Master Fang Zheng slowly finished flipping through the pages. This thin booklet only has five or six pages, and the words are concise and comprehensive.
Slowly stroking the booklet and rubbing it carefully, Master Fang Zheng was filled with emotions and his face was full of admiration: "Exquisite, exquisite, I didn't expect that the person who is the best in Luohan Boxing is not Shaolin, but This Mr. Xiao!"
Monk Juekong said respectfully: "This booklet was given to my disciples by Mr. Xiao, and the other booklet was given to my uncle, the abbot!"
??Master Fang Zheng nodded, knowing that Monk Juekong would not lie. He had no intention behind his words. If someone who didn't understand heard it, he would think that he was afraid of others stealing his secrets.
He nodded slowly, handed the boxing manual back to the hands of monk Juekong, and solemnly told: "This boxing manual is extremely exquisite. You must study it carefully and understand it carefully."
"Yes, I will remember my uncle's teachings." Monk Juekong nodded.
"About the abbot, Master Fang Sheng pays his respects." The voice of the young novice monk suddenly sounded outside the door.
"Brother Fang Sheng, please come in quickly." Master Fang Zheng waved his hand and ordered in a gentle voice.
Master Fang Sheng opened the door and came in. When he saw Juekong, he smiled kindly: "Juekong, you are here too. What are you doing?"
"Mr. Xiao gave Juekong two books. Master, please read them." Master Fang Zheng said with a smile.
¡°Oh¡ª¡ª?¡± Master Fang Sheng was surprised. He took the thin booklet handed over by Juekong and flipped through it with a look of surprise on his face.
¡°It¡¯s amazing, it¡¯s really exquisite, and it¡¯s something that people haven¡¯t discovered yet!¡± Master Fang Sheng was filled with admiration. The wrinkles on his face seemed to be completely spread out, and his face was shining.
"Brother, is this the note made by Mr. Xiao?" Master Fang Sheng asked.
Master Fang Zheng nodded: "Exactly!"
"Mr. Xiao is indeed a master of his generation, but my Arhat Boxing is far inferior to him!" Master Fang Sheng shook his head in admiration.
Master Fang Zheng smiled. With just this commentary on Luohan Quan, he could conclude that no one in the Shaolin Temple could compare to the subtleties and mysteries of Luohan Quan.
He picked up another yellowed silk book, his eyes narrowed, and his expression changed drastically.
"Brother, what's wrong?!" Master Fang Sheng asked hurriedly. Brother Abbot's Dharma is so profound that it can be said that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his appearance. What caused such a drastic change in his expression?
"Let me take a look first!" Master Fang Zheng waved his hand, staring at the silk booklet, slowly flipping through it, with a very solemn expression on his face.
His face gradually calmed down. His mood was agitated when he saw those four words just now, but now he has calmed down.
"Junior brother, take a look." He slowly handed it over to Master Fang Sheng.
Master Fang Sheng couldn't wait to take it. After taking a glance, he was startled and said in silence: "Is this the Zagama Sutra?!"
Master Fang Zheng nodded slowly with a solemn expression.
Master Fang Sheng eagerly flipped through it, and soon he finished it. There were only a few pages, but they were made of silk, and each page was very thick.
"Brother, is this sutra true or false?" Master Fang Sheng's voice trembled slightly. It was not because he did not have deep concentration or poor cultivation, but because the sutra was too important to Shaolin.
"It's 10% true." Master Fang Zheng said slowly, turning to Juekong: "Juekong, what did Mr. Xiao say?"
"Sir, he said that he also obtained this sutra accidentally. It is of no use. It is better to return it to its original owner and let me pass it on to the abbot." Monk Juekong told the truth.
¡°God is really helping me, Shaolin!¡± Master Fang Sheng said excitedly.
With the Zagama Sutra, you can practice the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, breaking through the limitation of not being able to practice the eight skills at the same time, and Shaolin disciples will become stronger.
Master Fang Zheng was not so excited. He thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Xiao is so generous. The entire Shaolin community deserves it."
Monk Juekong said: "Sir, this sutra can be regarded as an apology. As long as Shaolin does not blame him, I will be satisfied."
"Oh¡ª¡ª?" Master Fang Sheng nodded, suddenly realized, waved his hand and said with a smile: "This is nothing, just treat it as a competition."
Master Fang Zheng also nodded. If it weren't for Jiang Nanyun's nonsense, he would not have known that Xiao Yihan's martial arts was so high.
"Uncle Fangzhang, Uncle Fangsheng, I take my leave." Monk Juekong tithes.
Master Fang Zheng nodded: "Well, go ahead. You can take this book of Arhat Boxing, and I will keep this book of Miscellaneous Agama Sutras."
Monk Juekong nodded, bowed respectfully, and slowly exited.
Master Fang Zheng and Master Fang Sheng looked at each other and hurriedly read the Zagama Sutra together, with excited expressions.
"Abbot Qi, something big has happened!" The anxious voice of the little novice monk sounded outside.
"Jueming, come in and talk!" Master Fang Zheng frowned, shook his head in displeasure, and said in a deep voice.
The young novice monk Jueming hurried in and said, "Abbott, something bad has happened. Miss Ren has disappeared!"
"Gone?!" Master Fang Sheng was surprised and stood up. The Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin were guarding him. Who could snatch Ren Yingying away? !
"Where are Mr. Xiao and the others?!" Master Fang Zheng asked calmly.
"Mr. Xiao and the others are gone too!" Jueming said hurriedly, and held his own in his arms again.He took out a letter and handed it over with both hands: "This is a letter I found in Mr. Xiao's house!"
Master Fang Zheng took it, unfolded it, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This Mr. Xiao, alas -!"
¡°Senior brother, what did he say?!¡± Master Fang Sheng asked hurriedly.
"It's to apologize and forgive him for leaving without saying goodbye. Miss Ren also left with him!" Master Fang Zheng handed over the letter, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"It's really him!" Master Fang Sheng took the letter, looked at it a few times, and shook his head: "Brother, should we go after him?"
"Oh, forget it!" Master Fang Zheng shook his head.
Master Fang Sheng said angrily: "This Mr. Xiao is really!"
Master Fang Zheng shook his head and sighed, thought for a while, and said, "Mr. Xiao is willing to give up a copy of the Agama Sutra in exchange for Miss Ren. Miss Ren is indeed his confidante!"
"Amitabha" Master Fangsheng proclaimed the name of the Buddha.
"How did Mr. Xiao and the others leave?" Master Fang Zheng said slowly with a solemn expression.
Master Fang Sheng also looked solemn and regarded the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin as if they were nothing. Such martial arts can indeed be called high strength.
¡°Senior brother, I¡¯m going to ask Juese and the others!¡± Master Fang Sheng stood up, turned around and left.
Master Fang Zheng opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.
Master Fang Sheng had something on his mind and walked quickly. Compared to a young man, his body was stronger and stronger. In just a few steps, he arrived in front of the small courtyard.
The Eighteen Arhats stood there blankly like statues, their eyes dull, their expressions gloomy, no longer as high-spirited as before.
When Master Fang Sheng saw it, he felt slightly sad. This blow was too big for people.
"Juese, come here." Master Fang Sheng waved and called Monk Juese over.
"Uncle Master" Monk Juese walked over slowly, his face was drained of energy and energy, as if he was a different person, and he looked no longer energetic at all.
The other seventeen monks followed him and walked slowly over.
"Look at your appearance!" Master Fang Sheng showed a rare anger. He snorted loudly and said loudly: "As the guardian monks of Shaolin, you should become more courageous with every setback, instead of sighing!"
Monk Juese rolled his eyes, raised his sword eyebrows, and a bright light slowly flashed in his eyes. Yes, it was just a failure. He should not sigh here, but should work hard to earn back the face of this time in the future!
¡°Uncle Master¡¯s lesson is correct, I understand my mistake!¡± Monk Juese nodded solemnly.
Master Fang Sheng then calmed down, nodded, and said, "Well, this is what the Eighteen Arhats look like Tell me what happened. Did you hear any strange noises at night?"
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.
Seeing this situation, Master Fang Sheng already understood that they knew nothing and could not hear anything.
"Is it possible that you can't hear the voices inside them at all?" Master Fang Sheng asked unwillingly.
Monk Juese thought for a while, and his expression suddenly changed: "Uncle Master, now that I think about it, it's really strange why they didn't make any movement at all!"
After his reminder, everyone also woke up. Their internal energy was profound, and they were very close across the small courtyard, so they should naturally be able to hear the voices inside.
But this time, they heard no sound at all, only the rustling of the bamboo forest, and it sounded as if the people inside were silent.
¡°But, they were old friends meeting again, how could they not say a word? !
¡°Obviously, this matter is unspeakably weird and unreasonable.
"Uncle Master, I heard that this Xiao Yihan is extremely proficient in formations and can be said to be the best in the world. Did he arrange some formations?!" Monk Juese thought for a while, raised his head and asked.
"Well, that must be the case!" Master Fang Sheng nodded, showing approval, and said: "If it is really a formation, I can't blame you. I'm afraid it is very rare in the world to be able to break his formation."
"Yes!" The Eighteen Arhats nodded in unison and regained their energy. If they were not escaped due to poor martial arts, their thoughts would naturally be different.
"Uncle Master, let's go after him. I don't believe that he can break the Eighteen Arhat Formation!" Monk Juese groaned heavily.
"That is, even if he can break our Eighteen Arhat Formation, he can't break our Shaolin's One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation!" said a very young monk next to him.
"That's right!" The other monks agreed.
Master Fang Sheng waved his hand, shook his head and said: "Forget it, since he is proficient in formations, it is futile for us to chase him.There is no need to mobilize troops, the abbot makes his own decision. "
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the Eighteen Arhats indignant, talking loudly, and extremely angry with Xiao Yuesheng.
A group of seven people, without riding horses, used Qinggong to gallop. In the evening, they came to a small town, found the largest inn, and settled down.
Although the town is not big, the inn is of high quality. There are several elegant courtyards. They asked for one. Xiao Yuesheng lived in the east, Song Mengjun and Su Qingqing lived in the west, and the others lived in the wing room.
When the lanterns came on, they had dinner and sat in the living room drinking tea and chatting.
Several smooth and jade-like faces reflected each other, and their faces were so radiant that the living room seemed to have turned into a hall of light, which was dazzling.
"Master, the Shaolin monks really don't chase us?!" Jiang Nanyun was dressed in white, like a Gushe fairy who didn't like the fireworks of the world. She took a sip of tea and pursed her lips and asked with a smile.
Xiao Yuesheng drank tea and nodded slightly.
"If it were me, I wouldn't be able to swallow this breath!" Su Qingqing, wearing a lake green robe, shook her head and sighed, with a look of admiration on her face.
"That's right!" He Xueqing agreed, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, and smiled sweetly: "Shaolin is the largest gang in the world. Even if they want to maintain their dignity, they won't tolerate us!"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and lowered his eyes slightly, just drinking tea without saying a word.
Ren Yingying looked cold, said nothing, and did not look at Xiao Yuesheng.
Song Mengjun was wearing a sapphire blue shirt, as cold as ice, and said calmly: "Since Mr. said it doesn't matter, he must have some confidence."
"Yes, sir, what's going on?" Su Qingqing nodded quickly and looked at Xiao Yuesheng with curious eyes.
"Don't say it, don't say it." Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, raised his head, glanced at the girls with gentle eyes, and lowered his head again.
Su Qingqing pouted, rolled her eyes at him, and glanced at Jiang Nanyun.
Jiang Nanyun shook his head. If the master didn't want to say it, even if she acted coquettishly, there was nothing she could do. Besides, in front of so many people, if the master still didn't let go, she would lose all face. She might as well just be sensible.
"Sister Ren, come back to Lin'an with us." Jiang Nanyun whispered to Ren Yingying.
Ren Yingying shook her head and remained silent with an indifferent expression. She gently held the tea cup and focused her eyes on the tea cup, as if it was some kind of treasure.
"Sister Ren, let's go back to Lin'an City together. Wouldn't it be nice for us to talk together?" Su Qingqing turned to look at her and said softly.
Ren Yingying's indifferent face revealed a smile and shook her head.
"Sister Ren, although the Shaolin sect did not pursue you, it is not safe for you to be alone outside, so it is better to go back with us." Song Mengjun said warmly, and his cold face softened.
Ren Yingying shook her head, smiled, but still didn't let go.
He Xueqing and Ren Yingying had never met before. If they were admonishing each other, it would mean that they would communicate in a shallow and deep way. It was not what she wanted, so she did not say anything.
They all tried to persuade her, but when they saw that Ren Yingying still refused to let go, they all looked towards Xiao Yuesheng.
Xiao Yuesheng just looked down at the tea cup without any intention of speaking, which disappointed all the girls. They looked at him bitterly, complaining that he was not decisive enough.
Although they were sitting together, Ren Yingying kept sitting silently. The atmosphere in the room became less relaxed and she didn't talk much. She quickly dispersed and went to bed early so that she could leave as soon as possible in the morning.
Although Shaolin did not send anyone to chase him, he was still in Shaolin territory. After all, it was not very safe. Someone might take action secretly.
"Miss Ren, where do you want to go?" Xiao Yuesheng, dressed in mink fur and elegant, asked Ren Yingying calmly.
Ren Yingying is also dressed in a snow-white mink fur. The snow-white mink fur makes her face look white and crystal clear. Her lips are red and her teeth are white. She is so beautiful that it is hard to tell.
They were walking on the street, with lanterns hanging high on both sides, illuminating the street brightly.
Although the town here is small, it is quite prosperous, the weather is also cold, the streets are sparsely populated, and there are only scattered small stalls.
The two of them came to a wonton stall, ordered two bowls of wontons, and sat down.
The owner of this stall is an old man. Although his clothes are patched, he is very neat and clean.
The tables and chairs at the stall are extremely clean. Although they are a bit old, they are neat and free of stains, just like his people.
Seeing this, Ren Yingying also sat down.
The wontons were quickly prepared and brought to the table by the old man. They were steaming hot and fragrant, making them greedy.
"I want to go back to Heimuya." Ren Yingying took the bamboo chopsticks handed over by Xiao Yuesheng and said slowly.
Although she is indifferent when the two of them are alone, she is not as aloof as she seems to be in front of outsiders.??, but he is an extremely shy person.
This time, Xiao Yuesheng personally went to Shaolin to rescue her. When she saw the strange looks from the girls, she felt even more shy and did not even look at Xiao Yuesheng.
At the beginning, when she saw Xiao Yuesheng going to Shaolin, she still had resentment in her heart and was angry with him. Later, at this time, she was too shy to look at him.
"Heimuya?!" Xiao Yuesheng frowned and shook his head: "No!"
"Why not? I don't need your permission to go where I want to go?!" Ren Yingying took the spoon again, stirred it slowly, and hummed without raising her eyes.
"Heimuya must have known the news of your father's death, otherwise, he wouldn't have just stood aside this time!" Xiao Yuesheng said in a deep voice, staring at Ren Yingying closely.
"So what if you know?!" Ren Yingying said lightly.
"Your father has a huge feud with Dongfang Bubai. Not to mention what will happen to Dongfang Bubai, how will those religious people treat you?!" Xiao Yuesheng said in a deep voice.
"Even if I die, I will die on Heimuya." Ren Yingying said coldly.
Xiao Yuesheng frowned immediately. The word death was the last thing he heard, and he said solemnly: "Your father's enemies will inevitably not kill you. It's too dangerous, so just follow me back to Lin'an."
"I won't go back." Ren Yingying shook her head with a determined expression.
Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s face turned cold, and she snorted: ¡°Even if you don¡¯t go back to Lin¡¯an, you can¡¯t go back to Heimu Ya!¡±
Ren Yingying lowered her head, gently stirred the wontons, and stopped talking.
Xiao Yuesheng stared at her with sharp eyes. After a while, when she didn't look up, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly suppressed the surging anger.
Two more people came over, sat next to the wonton stall, ordered two bowls of wontons, and looked at Xiao Yuesheng and Ren Yingying.
The two of them were silent, each eating wontons. Their faces were covered with frost, and they could tell they were having an awkward moment.
The cold air is awe-inspiring, and the streets are becoming increasingly deserted. The sound of banging bangs at night comes from a distance, clear and vague with the cold wind.
After the two of them ate their wontons, they stood up and walked back along the street.
"Your father's martial arts has recovered, don't you want to see it?" Xiao Yuesheng said slowly with a calm voice, holding his hands behind his back.
"He only has martial arts and revenge. He doesn't need me as a daughter." Ren Yingying shook her head and said quietly, feeling indescribable sadness.
Xiao Yuesheng sighed: "Sigh if you were imprisoned for more than ten years, you would think of revenge after you escaped."
Ren Yingying sighed quietly, and suddenly felt that life was boring. She always thought that her parents were gone. Later, her father suddenly appeared. He was overjoyed, but he didn't expect that the father he welcomed was distant from family affection, indifferent to herself, and only focused on himself. Thinking about practicing and only thinking about how to take revenge, it really made her disappointed and sad.
"Now that my father has recovered his martial arts skills, there is no need for me." She said calmly.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed: "He is even more extreme now. If you don't stop him from the side, I'm afraid he will go further and further away."
"Will you kill my father?" Ren Yingying asked lightly.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded slowly: "Last time, I left him a glimmer of hope. Unexpectedly, he harmed others because of it. Next time, if I take action again, I will not show mercy."
Ren Yingying turned to glance at him, silently, and saw the indifference in his eyes. Although she had not been with him for a short time, she understood him very well. When she showed this look, she felt murderous intent in her heart.
She sighed in her heart, feeling more and more boring about life.
Xiao Yuesheng turned around and said, "If you don't like Lin'an, then go back to Luoyang. Didn't you live in seclusion in Luoyang before?"
Ren Yingying remained silent.
"If you go back to Luoyang, I won't bother you." Xiao Yuesheng said slowly.
"Well, okay." Ren Yingying finally nodded.
On this day, they came to a small town, and Song Mengjun and the four girls looked at each other and smiled. They experienced quite a lot of twists and turns when they came to this small town.
"Miss Song, let's go visit Daxia Li and heal Young Master Li's injury." Xiao Yuesheng said as he pulled the horse's reins.
"Okay!" Song Mengjun and the three girls all nodded in agreement.
This small town is where Li Kaiye of Yijianhan Sizhou lives. It is quite simple and does not look prosperous.
"Nanyun, just go and deliver the post first, and we'll pay a visit in the evening." Xiao Yuesheng said warmly.
"Yes." Jiang Nanyun said yes.
After a while, Jiangnan Yun rushed in like a gust of wind, and the lights were lit inside the house, illuminating the small courtyard and making it look gorgeous.
"Master, something happened." Jiangnan YunfuAs soon as he came back, he said hurriedly.
Xiao Yuesheng rolled his eyes at her, thinking that she liked to make a fuss, and asked lightly, "What happened to make you startled?"
Jiang Nanyun ignored the quarrel with his master and drank a gulp of tea. He was still panting and said, "It's Li something happened to Master Li."
"Oh, what happened?" Xiao Yuesheng asked casually.
Xiao Yuesheng admired this hero Li greatly. His martial arts skills were admirable, but more importantly, he had a chivalrous and righteous heart, which was quite rare in the martial arts world.
After practicing martial arts, human nature becomes more and more vivid. Many people live alone and even rob their homes and homes, which is not a good idea.
"Master Li was injured and his life is in danger now." Jiang Nanyun put down the tea cup and drank the tea in one breath.
"This step is inevitable when you are traveling in the world." Xiao Yuesheng sighed with emotion and shook his head helplessly. This was just the end of his luck.
Logically speaking, a person like him would have been assassinated long ago, but to survive to this day is an anomaly.
"Master, go and have a look." Jiangnan Yunming rolled his eyes and smiled beautifully.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Well, it might as well go and have a look."
Ren Yingying had already left. Jiang Nanyun wanted to accompany her and send her to Luoyang City, but Ren Yingying refused and refused to agree anyway.
Jiang Nanyun vaguely understood her thoughts, so he stopped insisting and could only let her leave silently.
But she had already sent a message to the Qingping Gang to protect her secretly and prevent others from hurting her.
Xiao Yuesheng led the five girls to Li Mansion, attracting the attention of countless people along the way. Jiangnan Yun's charming style, Song Mengjun's cold and noble, Su Qingqing's delicate beauty, He Xueqing's gentleness, and Xiaoxiang's youthful beauty.
These five women each have their own styles and attractions.
The door of Li Mansion was closed tightly. Many people stood outside the door but did not come out to greet them. The concierge seemed to have left.
Xiao Yuesheng stopped to watch it for a while, nodded and said: "This must have been a wealthy family's mansion in the past. It was of extraordinary style. It's not bad for Daxia Li to live here."
"Master, let's go in." Jiang Nanyun said in a sweet voice.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, waved his hand, and signaled to come forward and call the door.
Jiang Nanyun stepped forward and came to the door. In a crisp voice, he announced his life and asked Daxia Li to show up.
The door was quickly opened, revealing Li Tianze's pale and haggard face. He looked at Jiang Nanyun and then at Xiao Yuesheng, who was standing with his hands behind his back.
His face turned paler, his expression changed slightly, and he said hurriedly: "My father invites Mr. Xiao to meet Gang Leader Jiang inside."
Everyone followed him and entered Li Kaiye's bedroom.
Along the way, Li Tianze remained silent, as if mute, looking into Xiao Yuesheng's eyes, still showing hatred, but it was concealed, but not completely. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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