He looked at Wu Bei and asked quickly: "Will the second boss meet me?"
Wu Bei smiled and said, "You'll know after just asking."
So he called Xu Jifei, chatted for a few words, and then said: "Third brother, I will go to the old man for a follow-up visit in a few days. Which day do you think is suitable?"
Xu Jifei smiled and said: "Any day is fine. By the way, the day after tomorrow is our family reunion, and I will be at home that day. If it is convenient for you, you can come over the day after tomorrow. I just want to see you."
Wu Bei: "Okay, then the day after tomorrow. Third brother, I want to bring a friend over. He is the mayor of Yunding City."
Xu Jifei said: "Okay. But my boss has a bad temper. You'd better find a better reason."
Wu Bei smiled and said: "I understand."
After hanging up the phone, he said: "Uncle, let's go to the provincial capital the day after tomorrow."
Zhu Chuanwu took a deep breath and said, "Wu Bei, thank you!"
"It's a small matter. But uncle has to think of a reason why he must see him." He said.
Zhu Chuanwu nodded: "I understand, I will think about it carefully!"
After chatting for a while, Wu Bei went to the backyard to practice martial arts. After practicing for so many days, the little dragons on his legs were gradually getting closer to perfection. He felt that he would be able to break through in these two days, so he had to practice harder.
At the same time, he continued to open up the secondary meridians in the trunk. These meridians were very complex and connected to the internal organs, so it was difficult to open them up. It is conservatively estimated that this time it would take a month.
At noon, Zhang Li cooked a whole fish feast, including fried, stir-fried and stewed. The mandarin fish tasted so delicious that even Zhu Chuanwu praised it.
After dinner, Zhu Yuanshan expressed that he wanted to go back to the provincial capital. Firstly, business could not do without him, and secondly, he was almost recovered now and wanted to move around a bit.
Wu Bei then prescribed another prescription for him, asking him to take one prescription every day and take the medicine on time.
Soon after, Zhu Chuanwu personally sent Zhu Yuanshan back to the provincial capital. Zhu Qingyan did not leave, she wanted to stay and consult Wu Bei on martial arts.
At this time, Song Hongbin was already dying in the intensive care unit of the County People's Hospital. His life had been worse than death these days. If it hadn't been for a ventilator, he wouldn't have been able to survive until now.
Beside the bed, Song Hongbin's wife looked at this man coldly, hoping that he would die soon so that she could take over the Song family's property and fly away with her sweetheart!
Song Hongbin could not speak and could only move his eyes. He had lived for half his life and could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with his wife. Unfortunately, he could do nothing now but stare at her fiercely and curse a thousand times in his heart.
Song Hongbin's wife seemed to understand what he was thinking, and said calmly: "Hong Bin, our son has not recovered yet, you are like this now, and my mother has Alzheimer's disease. I am the only woman who can support this family. I am too tired." Hong Bin
, don’t wait any longer and go with peace of mind.”
Song Hongbin still stared at her fiercely, then moved his eyes upward, as if he was looking at something, his eyes glowing.
Song Hongbin's wife was stunned. She looked back and screamed in fright. She saw a tall man wearing strange clothes made of bird feathers and animal skins, with a bunch of fist-sized fists hanging around his neck.
A baby skeleton with messy hair, blue and black skin, and a strange smell.
The man ignored the woman. He came to Song Hongbin and stretched out his hand to touch his Adam's apple. Song Hongbin coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, and then he was able to speak. He immediately asked: "Are you Master Nalong?"
The person coming was none other than Nalong, the elder brother of Chachai who was beaten to death by Wu Bei, and the famous head-dropping master in the Angkor area of Southeast Asia!
Naron asked in a stiff tone: "Where is the person who killed Chachai?" His voice was a little hoarse and sounded extremely uncomfortable, like the sound of metal and glass rubbing against each other.
Song Hongbin's eyes shone brightly and he said: "Master Nalong, the person who killed Chacai is called Wu Bei, and he is in this county! I can have someone take you to find him! Master, please save me first!"
Nalong glanced at Song Hongbin and said, "You are seriously injured."
Song Hongbin quickly asked: "Master, can you cure me? I'm in too much pain now. I would rather die than live!"
Nalong shook his head: "Buddha can't save you either. You have run out of gas. Please arrange your funeral arrangements as soon as possible."
Song Hongbin felt despair in his heart. He thought that with the appearance of Nalong, he would have a chance of survival, but he was still in despair. He suddenly stared at his wife fiercely and said, "Smelly cousin! What you did, you thought I wouldn't
do you know?"
Song Hongbin's wife shivered with fright, and she said in a trembling voice: "Hong Bin, what are you talking about, why are you trying to hurt me?"
Song Hongbin sneered: "I will make a will immediately. You won't get a cent of my property!"
Then he said to Nalong: "Master Nalong, please go find my son and see if he can be saved."
Nalong stood still and suddenly said to Song Hongbin's wife: "He is a dying man and has no value anymore. I will keep the secret for you. How about you hand over half of his property?"
Song Hongbin was dumbfounded, and then he loudly said: "Master Nalong, what do you mean?"
Song Hongbin's wife seemed to have grasped a straw. She nodded immediately: "Okay, I will give you half of the Song family's property!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Nalong lowered his head and coughed twice. Song Hongbin suddenly stiffened, and the next second, he stopped breathing. Until he died, he didn't know how he died!
Song Hongbin's wife looked pale, looked at this Southeast Asian head-dropping master with fear, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, please save my son."
Nalong said calmly: "It's okay to save people, but I have to charge extra, the price is 100 million."
Song Hongbin's wife secretly cursed in her heart, this monster is so greedy for money! She asked for 100 million, but she didn't dare not agree and said quickly: "Okay, 100 million is 100 million."
Nalong: "I can't spend my mana before avenging Chachai. You take me to find the man named Wu Bei. I will kill him with my own hands!"
Song Hongbin's wife quickly said: "Okay, I'll find someone to show you the way right away."
At this time, Wu Bei didn't know about the dangerous surveillance. He was practicing the fingering. He had figured out the last six ways of fingering, and the twelve fingering methods were used together to make them unpredictable.
However, he always felt that there was something missing in this flower-twisting finger. The more proficient he became, the stronger this feeling became. It was not until recently that he understood that this flower-twisting finger should be able to exert its strongest power after the true energy is released.
of lethality.
"If you release your true energy, you should be able to break through." He said to himself.
After two years of hard training in prison, he had no distractions. Apart from eating and resting, he just practiced Kung Fu. This kind of hard training was more effective than ten years of training outside. He laid a solid foundation.
At this time, he stood hunched over, with his palms clasped, and his true energy moved according to the breathing method. After about half an hour, the true energy in his body suddenly condensed, and the amount was reduced by half, but the energy density doubled.
!
His body was empty, and he almost fainted on the spot. He couldn't help but be startled, and quickly sat down cross-legged, meditating and adjusting his breath.
He continued to practice until dark, and the true energy in his body was replenished. He found that the density of his true energy had doubled, and his "internal strength" had become deeper.
"Not bad! At this point, you can release your true energy!"
After saying that, a layer of white light suddenly appeared on his body, which was the true energy he was releasing.
He used his flower fingers with his right hand, and with a slight tap, three rays of true energy shot out in the air, hitting a few pebbles on the ground. The pebbles were shattered by the blow, and the scene was covered with stone chips!
This chapter has been completed!