"Besides, if you don't do what I say, you will die."
The threat of this sentence is very serious to the old man.
Although he is old, with his current status, how can he be willing to face death?
Although this arrangement is likely to cause dissatisfaction among others at the Wuji Summit, is there any other choice to save their lives?
Of course, if you don't get some benefits while saving your life, this is unacceptable to the old man.
"How much benefit can you give me?" the old man asked.
Hearing this, Nangong Boring laughed. As long as the problem can be solved with money, it is not a problem for him.
"Is 100 million enough?" Nangong Boling said.
Hearing this number, the old man's brows jumped. Who is this guy? He talks about such an exaggerated number. Is he really so rich?
"Are you kidding me?" the old man asked.
"You can transfer the money first and then do the work. Do you think this is a joke?" Nangong Boling asked rhetorically. One hundred million seems to be a lot. For ordinary people, it is indeed an astronomical figure. But for the head of the Nangong family,
This is just a little pocket money, and it is not enough to build the tip of the iceberg in the center of the earth.
"Okay, I promise you." The old man said in a deep voice. For 100 million, even if he offends some people, it is still worth it. And now that his life is in danger, he can only do this.
"I will give you a candidate tomorrow and it will be done within three days. Is there any problem?" Nangong Boling said.
"As long as the money arrives, I will definitely make arrangements for you." the old man said.
"See you off." Nangong Boling waved to Zhong Changqiu.
After sending the old man away, Zhong Changqiu returned to Nangong Boring with a somewhat puzzled expression, because it was easier to kill the old man and use a puppet to do the job. He didn't quite understand why Nangong Boring would spend money to do things.
"I know what you are thinking. If you arrange a puppet, he will need time to adapt to this person's identity. For me, the delay is too long." Nangong Boling took the initiative to explain before Zhong Changqiu asked.
Nangong Boling is a person who does not take money seriously, but for him, time is very important, and he will never waste his precious time on meaningless things.
It's only 100 million, which is not even a drop in the bucket to the total assets of the Nangong family.
"Master, who are you planning to arrange to attend the Wuji Summit?" Zhong Changqiu asked.
"Do you still remember an old friend I met in the hot summer? He is now living in seclusion in the mountains. I heard he is teaching disciples, but I know where he is." Nangong Boling said.
"You mean Chongyang?" Zhong Changqiu said with a frown. He was indeed a master, but he had disappeared for many years. Unexpectedly, Nangong Boring still had his whereabouts.
"Yes, he is a real master. If Han Sanqian can win him, his identity will not be fake." After Nangong Boling finished speaking, he threw a card to Zhong Changqiu and continued: "This is the address, you go
Find him and tell him that I want to see him, and I’m sure he won’t refuse.”
"Yes." Zhong Changqiu nodded.
In a certain mountainous place, there is almost no human habitation here, but deep in the forest, from time to time, a young voice makes a cry of pain. People who don't know better think that it is someone who is abusing children in the mountains and forests.
But a closer look revealed that the child was not being abused, but was running into trees like crazy. His shoulders were bloody and bloody, and the child was gritting his teeth and persisting.
Sitting aside, there was a middle-aged man who turned a blind eye to the situation. Instead, he urged the child to continue to use force without showing any affection at all.
"Such a small injury can be called a pain. What qualifications do you have to claim that I, Chongyang's disciple, continue to exert force, and you can't rest today unless you break this tree." Chongyang cursed, and he didn't know where to dig it up.
of wild peanuts.
The child's eyes were filled with tears, but after hearing Chongyang's words, he did not dare to slack off at all.
"Do you know why you are called Qi Hu? The tiger is the king of beasts. I want you to become the king in the future. If you blame me now, you will definitely thank me in the future. Only then will you know how hard I have to endure my conscience." Chongyang said.
He couldn't seem to take any time off while stuffing peanuts, and kept chattering away.
Qi Hu didn't understand why he did these things, but since the day he was picked up by Chongyang, he could only do this to make himself full.
However, the injuries caused by hitting a tree will heal overnight after being soaked in medicine every night. This is a motivation for Qi Hu to persevere.
"My apprentice will definitely be a dragon among men from now on. If you fail to pass my test, you will not be able to go down the mountain for the rest of your life." Chongyang continued.
I don’t know how long it took, but Qi Hu fainted because of the pain. This happened almost every day.
Chongyang took one look, cursed again with dissatisfaction, then put Qi Hu on his shoulders and walked back to the cabin.
"If I had known you were so careless, I shouldn't have picked you up."
After returning to the wooden house, Chongyang threw Qi Hu directly into a yellow wooden barrel.
The bucket was filled with potions brewed by Chongyang himself. It was these potions that allowed Qi Hu to recover quickly from his injuries.
I don't know how long it took, Qi Hu woke up in a daze, and immediately smelled the aroma of barbecue. The little guy's eyes suddenly lit up, and he crawled out of the yellow wooden barrel with his butt naked.
Outside the wooden house, hunted hare is being roasted in Chongyang, and the aroma is wafting out.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Chongyang said: "Don't move. Today's task has not been completed, and you are not qualified to eat."
These words made Qi Hu feel like a deflated rubber ball, staying where he was without daring to move.
Listening to the sound of Chongyang gnawing hares, Qi Hu could only keep swallowing his saliva.
Suddenly, Chongyang froze, and his whole body tensed up.
In the distance, a figure was approaching.
How could anyone come to this remote place in the mountains?
Moreover, it seems that the person's pace is that of a fellow-minded person. Could it be that an enemy has come to seek revenge?
"Who are you?" Chongyang asked coldly.
"The head of the family asked me to come to see you. He wants to ask you to do a small favor." The person who came was Zhong Changqiu. He worked non-stop along the way and finally found Chongyang at this time.
This is also due to the fire of Chongyang Kao Hare. Otherwise, trying to find someone deep in the mountains this late at night would not be as simple as finding a needle in a haystack.
"Master?"
"Nangong Boring."
Upon hearing these four words, Chongyang stood up instantly and threw away the hare in his hand.
For Chongyang, he has never owed anyone in his life, but his life was saved by Nangong Boling, so he promised Nangong Boling that he would do Nangong Boling a favor, but he did not expect that Nangong Boring could actually
