The capital city is covered in silver, the streets are as lively as ever, and all kinds of bright clothes turn the winter day into a lively painting.
The restaurants and tea shops were filled with steam and the clouds were glowing, and the gambling house was also in full swing.
“My boss—my boss—” the two guys from Huixianlou couldn’t squeeze in, so they could only shout at the top of their lungs, “My old boss is dying—”
These words finally made Gao Xiaoliu look up from the crowd.
"My dad is dying again?" he asked, then looked at the person next to him, "How many times is this this year?"
The rich man has been paralyzed for many years, relying on his family's money to buy countless miracle medicines. Even his son is used to it two or three times a year.
People around laughed loudly: "No matter how many times it is, you should hurry up and take a look."
After everyone said that, they squeezed Gao Xiaoliu out and scrambled to occupy the position.
Gao Xiaoliu tossed his sleeves angrily: "I'm about to win."
Two shop assistants grabbed his sleeves, lifted him up skillfully and left.
As expected, Gao Xiaoliu did not come back that night, and the people in the gambling house were not surprised: "His father deceived him back, and he had to be locked up in the ancestral hall for at least one day to discipline him."
In Gao's house at night, Gao Xiaoliu was not sleeping soundly in the ancestral hall. The latest news and newspapers were in front of him.
"Caught it so quickly?" He sneered, "What a waste."
Zhike also looked a little helpless: "This actor is too sloppy. I have already told him that his family is in decline. No one is covering for him. He has also told him what trouble he has caused in the capital, and he is so arrogant.
Consider yourself a fugitive."
"Even if my father didn't give instructions, I can't protect this kind of trash even if I want to." Gao Xiaoliu said angrily. Looking at Zhike again, "Why is there such a trash in the house? He is really an unworthy descendant and should not be kept."
"As you say, no matter how unworthy your descendants are, they are still descendants. How can a family really not care about them?"
A voice next to me complained.
Gao Xiaoliu didn't turn his head, and said in a long voice: "Dad - you really can't talk when you lie down and fall asleep. Your son and I are the ones doing the work now."
Zhike had already gone to the bedside and helped Gao Caizheng slowly get up and sit down.
"Nonsense." The rich man said, "My back hurts only when I lie down and sleep."
Gao Xiaoliu turned around. Although his face was disdainful, his eyes were full of smiles: "Dad, you also feel sorry for your son and me."
The wealthy man pointed to the side and said, "Master Six, please sit down." He called Zhike again, "Hurry up and serve some good tea to Master Six."
As expected, Gao Xiaoliu sat down and Zhike served him tea with a smile.
Rich Man Gao asked: "The child was really caught?"
Gao Xiaoliu snorted: "It's faster than I expected."
"I'm afraid I'm going to suffer." The rich man sighed, "He's a country boy, I can't help him."
In fact, although he has been scolding the actor from the beginning to the present, and the actor was caught because he was asking for trouble, Gao Xiaoliu is still a little uncomfortable. After all, if he helps, it will not be like this.
You can scold me as much as you want behind closed doors, but it's a bit awkward to see you in trouble.
"Dad, you let him be arrested by the government because the government announced that you had captured Mo Tu, so that the world and the surviving members of our sect would know that we are still there?" He asked, "Then what?"
"Then rescue him," said the wealthy man. "Let the people in the family know that there is still someone who can protect the family members and take care of the family business."
Gao Xiaoliu was startled and seemed to understand.
Take charge of the family business.
Family business.
The Momen were separated after being severely damaged, but their karma is still there.
And it is a huge family fortune, a lot of money and many capable people.
"The leader is no longer here, the elders are all dead, and the Mo family has no head. This is our real crisis." Rich Man Gao said, leaning on the pillow and sighing softly.
Without a master, a family cannot be a family.
If things go on like this, Momen will really be gone.
"After seeing the recent events, it can be seen that the disciples in the sect are still determined, so it is time to revive the family business." Rich Man Gao said. He sat upright on the bed, his eyes were bright, "We have to choose a new one."
Master, take up the family business and pass it on, so that the master’s sacrifice of his own life will not be in vain——”
At this he coughed violently.
Gao Xiaoliu and Zhike both rushed over.
"Dad, just keep talking, why are you so excited?" Gao Xiaoliu complained as he patted him.
Zhike holds a bowl and feeds water.
The rich man Gao's cough subsided for a moment, and he gasped and said: "I am not excited, I want to calm down, I must live to see the new leader appear with my own eyes."
Gao Xiaoliu coughed slightly: "So, dad, what you mean is that rescuing the actor will be used as a test to select the new leader?" At this point, he snorted again, "Isn't that too much praise for the actor? The leader is not
Only those who have passed the test can be elected."
Rich Man Gao said: "Even if the leader is not determined by one thing, at least let all the fellow disciples get to know each other. This is also a start."
Gao Xiaoliu raised his eyebrows: "So are you going to provoke the government? Our charges have not been cleared yet."
"Are you provocative? If we continue to live like this, our Mo clan will be completely wiped out without the government cracking down." Rich Man Gao said, "If we can revive the family business, there may be hope that we can get rid of the charges."
He was still cleared of charges. King Jin was whipped to death. What hope can Momen, who colluded with King Jin, have of clearing the charges? He was not related to the emperor, so why did his father suddenly become so confused? Gao Xiaoliu
Said: "Dad, you are older than me, but you are more of a boy than me?"
The wealthy man glared at him, sat up straight and puffed out his chest: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die. What am I afraid of? I dare to think of anything -"
Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently again.
Gao Xiaoliu and Zhike hurriedly patted and fed him water again.
After all, he was unwilling to give in, and his health was getting worse and worse. If he had died then, he would have died, but now he was half dead, and he would not die in peace. Gao Xiaoliu sighed in his heart.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay." He kept saying, "You are older, you are the most powerful, and whatever you say is right."
Zhike also nodded repeatedly: "Master, don't worry, the young master is here. With the young master here, all your wishes will come true, and you can rest assured."
Mr. Gao finally caught his breath and leaned on the pillow to catch his breath: "Yes, Xiao Liu is here, leave it to Xiao Liu."
Gao Xiaoliu curled his lips and said, "I owe you a father in my last life. I know it. I'm going to issue a hero order and ask for a hero who can save the actor and save our Momen from getting into danger again.
"
"You said my father is the same, why do you still need to post hero posts?"
After leaving his father's house, Gao Xiaoliu put his hands in his hands and said to Zhike.
"Who else in this world can do it except me, a hero?"
Zhike laughed and said, "Young master has great talent. I know it, and it's time for others to know it too."
"What can I do? Who else can I rely on besides me?" Gao Xiaoliu said, pointing randomly, "Rely on the actor in the east hall, or on the ruler in the west hall?"
Zhike laughed and corrected: "It's Qixing, it's called Qixing."
Gao Xiaoliu flicked his sleeves: "Whatever his name is."
Zhu Chuan entered the crowded prison but did not see Huo Lian.
"Where is the governor?" Zhu Chuan asked.
"I didn't see the governor today." said the soldier in the cell.
"The official office also said that they haven't seen the governor." Zhu Chuan said in surprise, "Where else can the governor go? He didn't even enter the palace."
The bearded man came in from the outside at this time, rubbing his hands and saying, "It's still warm in the cell." Hearing Zhu Chuan's words, he replied, "In the weapons room, I saw it just now when the weapons were placed."
Zhu Chuan looked puzzled: "Why did you go to the weapons room again?" After saying that, he hurried out.
Sure enough, Huo Lian was in the weapons room, holding a sword in one hand and a knife in the other. She looked at them for a moment and then slammed the swords against each other.
There was a clang, and Zhu Chuan covered his ears and walked over.
The swords were not broken, Huo Lian continued to examine them.
"It's not very good, it's not bad either," Zhu Chuan said.
Huo Lian said some time ago that the sword had become lighter and less sharp. Unexpectedly, she has been staring at it and pondering it since then.
"If it's not broken, then everything is fine." Huo Lian said, put down the sword in her hand, looked at Zhu Chuan and asked, "What's the matter?"
Zhu Chuan took out a letter and said: "Captain, that Zhang Yuan is quite powerful. He really caught the Mo disciple who killed Liu Xiucai."
Huo Lian took the letter and read it: "He is lucky, he met a newbie."
Zhu Chuan Le Diandian said: "I will go to the city gate and wait. As soon as he arrives with his people, I will take them away. Zhang Yuan may be so angry that he bursts into tears at the city gate."
As if thinking of that scene, Zhu Chuan put his hands on his hips and laughed.
After laughing for a while but not hearing Huo Lian's reaction, he stopped laughing and looked over, seeing Huo Lian holding the six-foot sword again in a trance.
"Captain?" he called helplessly.
Huo Lian raised her head and looked at him: "When we found this sword, there were two people in the nearby temple?"
