Ye Qianshan's words of running away were just an excuse to get rid of Tang Jingyue's entanglement.
He rolled his wheelchair around the living room and sighed: "Suning, Brother Ye has Brother Ye's difficulties. I hope you can understand."
"My heart can be biased toward you, but after all, I am a member of the Ye family."
"I can't change my position whether I succeed or fail when I am loyal to others."
"Old Monk Ci'en is not a vegetable seller on the roadside. It is impossible to get words from him."
"If you ask me, this deal is feasible, what do you think about it?"
Ye Qianshan said in a deep voice: "There is no need to act out of anger. Your father's safety is not more important than this tone?"
I was very disappointed, but I also knew that what Ye Qianshan said was true.
But I just couldn't swallow this bad breath, and I felt helpless and helpless as I was being led by Buddhism.
Back in the kitchen, I silently cooked dinner.
During this period, my grandma called me again, and I comforted her for a long time before she calmed down.
At around seven o'clock, Du Qirui came out of Lingxi's room and was slightly surprised when he saw Ye Qianshan.
Tang Jingyue explained Ye Qianshan's intention, and the Kunlun elder smiled and waved his hand: "We already have some clues about where Suning's father is, so we don't need to worry about it."
Ye Qianshan said doubtfully: "Do you really have an clue?"
Du Qirui sat on the sofa with a cane and said firmly: "The other party has no harmful intentions."
Ye Qianshan became interested and asked curiously: "As far as I know, you don't know who kidnapped Suning's father, so how do you know what the other person is thinking?"
"Whether or not you have harmful intentions cannot be judged just from the surface. The other party did not kill you immediately, but it does not mean that he will not do it in the future."
"If you're not afraid of 10,000, you're afraid of the worst. You're betting on human life. If an accident happens in the end, how will you explain to Suning?"
Ye Qianshan said with a calm face: "I was invited by the old monk Cien to run errands and spread the word, but I am really not his lobbyist."
"I'm looking at this from the perspective of Xixi and Suning. Please don't blame me for my unintentional remarks, Elder Du."
Du Qirui said casually: "Kunlun has its own methods, I can guarantee this."
Ye Qianshan was thoughtful and said no more.
...
In the suburbs of Kyoto, in a luxurious courtyard built in antique style.
Jiang Yuezhong, who was wearing a green robe, was lying on his side on the sofa in the living room, while two beautiful young women were rubbing his shoulders and legs.
The old Taoist priest grabbed the pastry with one hand, put his other hand into the clothes of the woman who was rubbing her shoulders, and walked up and down, enjoying himself to the fullest.
The young man Qi Yan held a worn-out boxing manual and walked back and forth, making gestures from time to time.
"The punch must be powerful and the foot must be rooted." Jiang Yuezhong gave vague instructions: "The sword has its sword moves, and the fist has its fist posture. People who practice boxing must not be restricted by the boxing rules. The appearance is just a fancy fist and an embroidered leg. The real
The killing technique emphasizes killing with one blow."
"Punches can generate wind, and punches can gather the mind. Once the punches are released, there will be no way out."
"Whenever you can knock down the apricot tree in the yard with one punch, you will barely get started with this book "Kaishanquan"."
"Shut up." The dark-skinned young man said angrily, "Let me think about it slowly and don't disrupt my rhythm."
The old Taoist priest said with a smile: "Okay, okay, keep practicing, I don't see anything."
Qi Yan threw the boxing manual aside irritably and looked at the old and disrespectful Jiang Yuezhong with disdain: "You have food, drink, and a woman to keep you company. No wonder you don't want to go to the Chen family's mansion these days. You are too happy to miss Shu.
no?"
"Yes, I am as happy as a god. I don't want to go anywhere." Jiang Yuezhong put his right hand into the woman's clothes and gently raised it.
The young woman rubbing her shoulders kept moaning, twisting her graceful body, and was irresistibly charming.
Qi Yan turned his back and drank water.
Jiang Yuezhong said slyly: "You are still young and don't understand the happiness that women bring."
"This thing is just like men smoking and drinking, their addiction will get worse and worse."
