Chapter 681

"Isn't that the boy who has been on the Huo family Road on Hong Kong Island? Are these celebrities and celebrities on Hong Kong Island all kicked by donkeys?" Wang Jing's face twitched and his heart was angry.

At ordinary times, he goes to Hong Kong Island for official business and asks these people out for tea. These people all push and hold back.

Now, there is a man who has more face than the head of his famous Art League.

"This little guy once scattered ghosts in the Huo's house and offered a sacred object comparable to the" hundred year old mountain "of Daxiong temple on Hong Kong Island. Isn't it exaggerating?"

Luo Fei, the seventh uncle, is thirsty. In their line of work, the wind of magic wand is very popular. They all like to boast that a spirit amulet can be turned into an immortal amulet, and a fierce ghost can be turned into a king of ghosts. All the experts know it. Therefore, when the patriarch talked about Luo Yu's deeds on Hong Kong Island, he just laughed but didn't say a word. In his heart, he showed Luo Yu at least half of them.

But now, it seems that Wu Changqing and these Hong Kong Island masters are more than that!

"See Lord Luo!"

Here, after Luo Yu nodded slightly, Wu Changqing hastened to give the same gift to Luo Yu.

"Master Wu, please get up quickly, you're a terrible old man."

Luo Shuxiang was so surprised that he got up to help him. Ten years ago, when he was running the company, he went to Hong Kong Island on business. He visited the feng shui master once in admiration. He wanted to give advice to his family and company, which were in bad luck, to change Feng Shui. As a result, he couldn't even get in the door, even to the level of assistant Wu Changqing.

"Mr. Luo, happy new year to you!"

"I wish Lord Luo happiness and longevity."

"Just a small gift, please accept it!"

Around a group of Hong Kong Island masters see this, but also a quick reaction, Ma Liu to Luo Shuxiang New Year greetings.

Different regions make different oil and water. We can see how rich the oil and water of these Hong Kong Island talents is from the gifts we can give them.

Most of them gave them calligraphy, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, some of which were the masterpieces of Qi Baishi and Xu Beihong.

When I saw a young man who had just accepted his ancestry and received a gift, I felt very soft. The old people in this room were blowing their beards and staring at me. It was hard not to envy him.

"Come and help Luo Shuxiang receive the gift and keep it properly."

The patriarch Luo Yan can only ask someone to help Zhang Luo. After receiving the gifts, the elders here all save them in their hands or put them beside them for fear that others will not see them and lose face. However, if they don't let people clean up the gifts they have received in a short time, they will pile up like a mountain.

Luo Yongrong and Luo Yongde's father and son, after being looked back at by the seventh uncle, look at Luo guying, full of doubts and doubts. Is it true that guying has already made efforts to Hong Kong Island?

Luo Gu Ying's eyes were also very dark.

Although he is arrogant to these mortals, he also needs the elites of these mortals to serve for himself.

Hong Kong Island's magic circle was the one he first thought of penetrating. For this reason, he even devoted half of the holy spring water to Hong Kong Island. Previously, master Jiao told him that it was going well. Why is it that no one came to see him today when so many Hong Kong Island masters came here?

He glared at the master of Jiao hall coldly.

Master Jiao's legs softened. Knowing that the paper couldn't cover the fire, he knelt down on the ground and complained in fear: "God, please forgive me. My subordinates have done their best, but..."

"But what?" Luo guying is angry.

"But... Your holy spring water, the celebrities from all walks of life on Hong Kong Island, has not paid for it recently..." hall leader Jiao was terrified and revealed the truth.

"How could it be?" Luo Gu Ying does not believe, "say, is it you carry me on your back, enrich your own pocket?"

"I didn't..." master Jiao was wronged.

"Is this the son of Luo? The spring you opened a few months ago was really fascinating, but it's exaggerating to call it a divine spring. "

At this time, a Hong Kong Island master who paid homage to Lord Luo Yu in his later years came and said with a smile.

"How dare you disrespect me?" Luo Gu Ying's face was cold, and his killing intention was awe inspiring.

Conceited as he is, he has been used to these mortals flocking to his own holy spring. He is grateful and can't tolerate anyone's doubt.

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you the real holy spring!"

The master shivered, and then very hard to prove that what he said was true. He took out a small bottle and poured a small drop into his heart.

In a moment, the present clan elder, looking at the crystal liquid in the palm of the master's hand, his eyes were straight.

There is a rare aura in the ancestral place of Luo nationality.

Therefore, whether they practice Taoism or not, they are very sensitive to spiritual objects.

"The holy water poured out by this master is more spiritual than the spring of the son of God. It is at least 100 times more mysterious." An old monk called.

Luo Yongrong and Luo Yongde's father and son had a bad secret. They deceived the superior and deceived the inferior. After the Dongyun holy spring was upgraded, it was identified as a real holy spring by the medicine God Association. Of course, they would not tell the clan, let alone let a drop of holy spring flow into the ancestral land.

"Master, where do you get the spring water?"

The patriarch Luo Yan looked at his father and son and couldn't help asking.

"It's from master Luo Xian, of course." That master arrogantly way, by the way provocative swept eye Luo Gu Ying, almost didn't ask, you this next convinced?

"Before I came back, I also heard from people outside that there was a divine spring in Dongyun. Its spiritual value was identified as more than 6000 by the medicine God Association, and it also had an unexplained divinity!"

The wind hall master's eyes were complex, and he said it carefully.

It's not that he deliberately conceals it, but that he is also hearsay. In today's atmosphere that everyone in the clan is superstitious in the shadow of the God son, he would have been hostile to the people if he had spoken so much before. Now that the evidence is solid, he can finally speak boldly.

"Little fellow, how much can you run that holy spring?" The elder's eyes were hot and excited. He quickly asked Luo Yu, an elder of the clan, what he was most concerned about.

"As much as I want, it belongs to me."

Luo Yu joked.

All of a sudden, the clan elders present were in an uproar, and then they looked at Luo Yu in a completely different way.

Last night, Luo Yu said that the condition for the Luo people to benefit from the Dongyun holy spring is that their grandfather and family are happy in the family. They also sneer at it. They think that there is no need for the spring with the shadow of Shenzi. Now they all feel hot.

"Shenzi wants to fight with Luo Yu. I have a long-term plan." Some people are getting nervous.

"Yes, it's OK to have a duel, but it can't hurt the harmony."

"Or let the son of God be generous."

These old men are very good. In their eyes, although Dongyun spring was upgraded by Luo Xianyu himself, now Luo Yu says that it belongs to him. The subtext is that Luo Xianyu has given him the whole fountain.

That's at least two layers of information.

1、 The holy spring belongs to Luoyu.

Let Shenzi bully Luoyu. Does Luozu want the holy spring?

2、 Luo Xianyu can give such a precious spring to his disciple, which shows that he regards it as his own.

If later on in the martial arts arena, Shenzi fights with Luo Yu and injures Luo Yu, Luo Xianyu is shocked and angry, and the guard comes to the door. It's really not alarmist.

Luo Yongrong and his son spread out on the chair powerlessly. They were really afraid of what they were afraid of.

"Ha ha, this year of the Luo people is really busy!"

All of a sudden, Cang Mai's laughter came. An old man with a white head, led by Wang Bailun, came with a smile.

Along with him, there was a middle-aged scholar with fierce eyebrows and cold breath.