There was still a week of preparation time, so Su Butong decided to stay in Xiangjiang for a few more days. After his last visit, he did not take a good tour of this city that has fascinated countless Chinese descendants for hundreds of years.

After Su Butong got up, he practiced Xingyiquan for an hour. Then he picked up the pen and wrote about Zichuan for a while. Zichuan's current popularity was something Su Butong never thought of when he started the trap. Since it was his own fault,

Only he can fill it out. Lin Muyu went out early in the morning to do shopping because of what he said yesterday, and didn't care about his food.

Su Butong called room service for breakfast. After eating a simple meal, Su Butong stretched a bit and called Mr. Ding.

"Third Master, it's me, Su Butong." Su Butong said straight to the point.

"Did you enjoy playing yesterday?" Mr. Ding asked with a smile.

"The offshore company matter has been settled," Su Butong said.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"We need to meet and talk. Is the second master still living at your place?" Su Butong asked.

"You brat, what are you doing again?" Mr. Ding asked on the other end of the phone.

"You'll know when we meet each other," Su Butong said with a smile. After getting dressed, Su Butong didn't dare to wear the Rolex anymore. He went out and took a taxi to Mr. Ding's residence.

Third Master Ding said that Second Master Xiao was in his study, so if you need anything, just tell him.

Su Butong said: "There are two things. One is that I want to meet Mr. Cha who writes martial arts novels; the other is that I went back last night and wrote a formula for the Marrow Cleansing Sutra and gave it to you and Mr. Xiao."

Mr. Ding Sanye said with a smile: "The sun is rising in the west today? Why did you think of giving us this marrow cleansing sutra? Can this thing be passed on randomly? What's the matter with wanting to see Mr. Cha?"

Su Butong said with a smile: "If I don't tell you, if you don't tell me, who knows? And it's just some formulas that help the body digest. What can be kept secret?"

"I understand your kindness. It's just a martial arts sect's opinion. It's not as simple as you think. Su Jianglong is a lay disciple of Shaolin. Naturally, he can practice the Marrow Cleansing Sutra. He can even pass it on to future generations after traveling to Japan. As long as he

If Shaolin does not pursue this matter, everyone will selectively forget about it. We are different. We are from different sects. If we practice without Shaolin's consent, this will be a disservice to our fellow martial arts colleagues.

If you are disrespectful, you will cause a lot of trouble." Mr. Ding said.

"Is there still a Shaolin sect now?" Su Butong asked with a black question mark on his face. In his impression, Shaolin Temple has been in decline for a long time. If it weren't for the popular "Shaolin Temple" in the Chinese world, Shaolin Temple would not be revived again.

Vibrate.

"In a sect, some people have face, and some people have lizi. What you see is face, but for a thousand-year-old sect, which is more important, face or lizi? As long as lizi remains intact, there will be face."

Mr. Ding's words were filled with clouds and mist, which made Su Budong faint.

"Since there is a sect view, how can Mr. Li Yunxuan teach me Xingyi?" Su Butong asked.

"There is a formula for Xingyi, which is called: 'Dharma came without a single word. He practiced Kung Fu entirely with his mind. He wanted to seek Dharma from paper and dipped the tip of his pen into the Dongting Lake.' This mind is Xingyi. Patriarch Bodhidharma also founded Shaolin.

Yimai, do you think this form and meaning have much to do with you?"

"But I am not a Shaolin disciple after all..." Su Butong was a little embarrassed, why did he have a Shaolin identity again? Gao Shun had pointed out that his kung fu came from Shaolin before.

"Even in my Hongmen, there are many Shaolin heroes here. If they know that you secretly taught us the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, they will have to clean up the family. So let's forget about it for now." Mr. Ding knew that Su Butong had good intentions.

, but he can't let young people suffer, this is not his style, Ding San. "As for the fact that you are not a Shaolin disciple - we asked Li Yunxuan to teach you Xingyi, not only to teach Xingyi, but also to make you

I have learned from my master." Mr. Ding revealed his intention.

"What if I insist on giving it to you?" Su Butong felt that this was all he could offer. Third Master Ding and Second Master Xiao did not care about money. They had everything else. They could only hope that they would

Being able to be healthy is the essence of being a junior.

"You'd better let us both live a few more years." Mr. Ding waved his hand and declined Su Butong's kindness. "As for why you want to see Mr. Cha?" Mr. Ding asked.

"I want to obtain the copyright of his novel in the mainland, mainly including game adaptation rights and film and television production rights," Su Butong said.

"You want to see him?" Mr. Ding smiled strangely.

"Yeah." Su Butong didn't understand why Mr. Ding had such a strange expression.

"You go out and walk up the mountain road. The first house you come to is Mr. Cha's house." Mr. Ding said.

"But you have to be recommended by someone, right?" Su Butong said.

"The literary circle is the most troublesome. Anyway, I don't know them." Mr. Ding asked Su Butong to find a solution on his own.

Su Butong had no choice but to go out and try his luck.

It took Su Butong half an hour to walk to No. 1 Baijia Road. At this time, the mountains were blocking the mountainside, making people feel like they were in a fairyland.

He rang the doorbell several times, and someone asked, "Who is it?"

"I'm in Xia Subudong. I'm a neighbor of Courtyard No. 11. I'm here to visit Mr. Cha."

"No time to see you." For a long time, there was no word.

"Mr. Jian Feng asked me to come." Su Budong had no choice but to move out Mr. Jian Feng.

"Come in." There was a click, and the small door next to it opened.

When I walked into the courtyard, I found that it had a more ancient and quiet feel than Master Ding's courtyard.

"Who are you?" An old man with glasses walked out of the room. Isn't this the Cha Liangyong whom Su Butong has wanted to see for a long time?

"I am Xia Subudong, a Chinese, born in Japan. Now I am doing business in mainland China. I have admired Mr. Cha for a long time, so I came here to visit him."

"Oh, now that you have seen me, you can leave." Mr. Cha looked distrustful of Su Butong.

Su Butong said: "I have a merciless request."

"Then it's better not to invite him." Mr. Cha looked at the burly Su Butong and felt that he didn't look like a good person.

Su Butong: "..." I am really not a bad person. Mr. Cha, please believe me. I really grew up reading your books.

Mr. Cha has been troubled by the public opinion on the island recently, so he closed the door and refused guests, locked himself in this villa, and played Go with himself.

"Can you play Go?" Mr. Cha asked.

"Does backgammon count?" Su Butong scratched his head and asked.

Mr. Cha: "It's difficult to do so." Mr. Cha was really depressed, otherwise he wouldn't have opened the door just now, just to talk to people and relieve the depression in his heart. In the past few months, public opinion in Xiangjiang has been

Mr. Cha's voice is mostly criticism. Although Mr. Cha doesn't want to pay attention to it, his words are like a knife and will always inadvertently hurt others.

Mr. Cha let Su Butong into his study. What made Su Butong sigh was that as soon as he entered the study, he could see a five-meter-high floor-to-ceiling window. The entire Victoria Harbor could be seen from the floor-to-ceiling window. And the study was surrounded by

It is a book, from religion to philosophy, from history to culture, it seems that it is a treasure house and a paradise.

Su Butong said: "I didn't expect Mr. Cha's collection of books to be so thick. It's amazing."
Chapter completed!