Chapter 358: Master means

Chapter 359 Master Means

Seeing the two left, Zhou Biyu looked back, and sighed in his heart, "Xiao Fan, I'm sorry for your mother. If it weren't for me, how could you marry Ye Ziqin for the benefit of the family."

Although Zhou Biyu also liked Ye Ziqin, she felt that it was because of family interests that prompted Zhuo Bufan and Ye Ziqin to marry, and Ye Ziqin was a few years older than Zhuo Bufan.

Except for Ye Ziqin, Zhuo Bufan has never brought other girls to the house. She regarded Shi Jian as Zhuo Bufan's girlfriend, but she couldn't give Shi Jian a name. She felt guilty and could only send a red string to make up for her guilt.

Seeing this scene, Ye Ziqin looked a little sad, and quietly returned to the room.

At this time, it was winter in a quaint attic in Qingzhou, but the small courtyard of the attic was like three spring peach blossoms, with flowers in full bloom, strong fragrance and full of vitality, as if it were not winter but warm spring.

"The master is the master, you see here, it's like spring, it's amazing." A bodyguard standing by the corridor whispered secretly.

"Shhh, keep it quiet, the master doesn't want others to disturb him." A young man standing opposite said solemnly.

I saw a bluestone grinding disc in the yard, and an old man in a tattered sweater was sitting with his eyes closed and condensed. The whole person was like a stone. He had been sitting here for a day and night without eating or drinking.

Even if the mosquito was attached to his face and sucked blood, he didn't seem to notice it at all.

And as he breathed in and out, his chest bowed together, as if there was a certain rhythm in it, and two white mists spewed out of his breath, as if two naughty little snakes stretched and contracted.

The bodyguard looked at him from time to time, but found that the old man's breath became very misty, that feeling was very strange, and sometimes found that the old man didn't know when he left the yard, and when he fixed his eyes, he still sat there, motionless. , The whole person has merged with the surroundings, sometimes exists and sometimes turns into a falsehood.

"Is Senior Hui Chan here?" A middle-aged man with a moustache came along in the far corridor, followed by two bodyguards with sword-like eyes, with a deep law.

The middle-aged man wears a meticulous, tailor-made suit made by an Italian handcrafted workshop. It sets off a tall and straight back, like a steel gun. He holds a string of sandalwood beads in his right hand, and his thumbs move the beads one by one, and his eyes are slightly squinted. Even flashing fine light.

"Senior has been sitting on the stone mill for a day and a night. He hasn't moved or eaten." The bodyguard in the hallway whispered.

This man is Zhuo Wanli, the head of the Wanli Group. He left Zhuo’s home 17 years ago and went out alone. In recent years, if he has been assisted by God, his career has risen steadily, and even entered the top of the Hurun Rich List Qingzhou list. Hundreds, nearly tens of billions of assets.

The most important thing is that Zhuo Wanli was little known in the past few years, and he made a fortune in a short period of time, which is really amazing to other people.

"Huh?" Zhuo Wanli nodded, staring at the old man in the courtyard.

The old man’s face is clear, even thin, and his clothes are in tatters. If lying on the street, he is no different from the beggar beside him. What is even more fascinating is his eyebrows, as white as snow, hanging down to the cheekbones. The location, about three inches long, adds a bit of mystery.

"All kinds of dharmas are born from the heart, and all kinds of dharmas come from the heart."

The old man sitting on the stone mill slightly opened his mouth, and the sound seemed to sound out of thin air, and it seemed to be speaking from his mouth.

Zhuo Wanli and several bodyguards opened their eyes instantly.

I saw the flowers in the original yard that were in full bloom in March in the sunny spring withered, and the dewdrops hanging on the green leaves evaporated into white mist. The whole yard suddenly withered and lost all vitality, as if the ancient dry desert land, but the white mist But it filled the entire courtyard, making people feel like immortal world.

"Prajna Longxiang Gong."

The old man opened his eyes suddenly, and his two dry hands came out from the long sleeves with a whirl, like a whirlpool in the palm of his hand. The lingering white mist seemed to have encountered a long whale drinking water and poured into his palms and disappeared.

Just as Zhuo Wanli was surprised, the old man patted it out with a fluttering palm in the air, leaving a white mark in the air, click, a bucket of thick and round Tegsia beams burst open, and sawdust rained down one after another. Without the support of the log, the roof tile slammed and tilted downward.

"Prajna Longxiang Gong, I finally got it." The old man laughed.

Zhuo Wanli was dumbfounded with those bodyguards.

Even if the solid wood column is hit by a car quickly, the log breaks at most, but at this moment, the round wooden column seems to be detonated by explosives buried in the center of the person, and it burst into sawdust, and the palm is more than ten meters away. If it hits a person, it will probably be a lot of flesh and blood in the sky.

"Congratulations, master, great achievement." Zhuo Wanli arched his hand, lowered his eyebrows and plucked his eyes, and cried respectfully.

Behind Hui Chan's hand, the whole body's breath instantly dissipated, almost as if she had become an ordinary old man. If he hadn't seen the power of his hand just now with his own eyes, I'm afraid a teenage child could bully him.

The two bodyguards who stayed in the corridor were even more dull-eyed. Both of them had learned fighting skills and worked as bodyguards for some second- and third-tier stars. The coach they had ever seen smashed an inch-thick plywood with the most powerful punch. Kick off a willow tree with a thick wrist, that's terrible, you can beat ten.

But the old man's move just now is like a peerless master in the martial arts world. Is this modern society? Brother is not kidding me.

"Yeah." Hui Chan hummed softly, but secretly said in his heart: "Although I haven't stepped into the realm of a grandmaster, but I have already practiced such magic skills, even if I am a grandmaster, I have the power to fight.

On this day and night, he radiated the vital energy of his whole body and condensed in the yard without dispersing, so that the flower branches that should have been withered in winter were blooming, making the vegetation green like a spring breeze. Let all the plants around lose their vitality.

"Master Hui Chan, I will return to Zhuo's house this time to win the position of Patriarch. Master Hui Chan must wish me a helping hand." Zhuo Wanli said.

"It's just a small matter. As long as you listen to our Hehuan Sect, I will not only protect you for a lifetime, but I can even take your son into another real world." Hui Chan sighed lightly, and froze in the air. It took a few seconds to disperse.

"Thank you Master Hui Chan." Zhuo Wanli was overjoyed but with a trace of sadness in his heart.

His life’s wish was to regain the position of his own Patriarch, but after getting acquainted with the Hehuan Sect, he realized that there are real martial arts and magic techniques in this world. As if humans look at monkeys, those financial connections are of little use to them.

The goal of his life's struggle seems to others to be as simple as eating, how could he not be sad.

"dad……"

Suddenly a voice came into the courtyard, and Zhuo Wanli frowned, "Who told you to come here to find me? No matter how big or small, if you disturb the master, I will peel your skin."