Si Huaizhong glanced at the person who spoke and was immediately displeased. This person's name was Mo Qiaozeng. He was a fellow traveler with Si Huaizhong. He was also a well-known Feng Shui master in southern Fujian. He was proficient in antiques, calligraphy and painting, and had extensive research on magical instruments.
Most people in the South are superstitious about Feng Shui. When wealthy people put up decorations in their homes, they would ask a master to see where the Feng Shui is suitable. That's why people like Si Huaizhong and Mo Qiaozeng exist.
It is said that people who work in the same industry are enemies, so Mo Qiaozeng and Si Huaizhong are enemies.
Mo Qiaozeng told Si Huaizhong that the Wu family in Lukang was not really asking Si Huaizhong for help or anything, but was trying to show off to Si Huaizhong that he was close to the Wu family.
Si Huaizhong was not willing to show any weakness at this time. He hummed and said: "I'm sorry, I have also received an invitation from the Wu family, so I won't give you a free ride on Master Mo."
"It turns out that Master Si also knows the Wu family in Lukang!"
"That's right, our Master Si's strength is very powerful. Whose family in the surrounding provinces and cities has something to do? Who wouldn't invite Master Si to come over and support them?"
When Mo Qiaozeng heard that Si Huaizhong had also received the invitation from the Wu family, his face suddenly darkened. However, he immediately concealed his displeasure and whispered to Si Huaizhong: "Old Si, do you know that the Wu family in Lugang is here this time?"
What's the matter?"
When Mo Qiaozeng asked, Si Huaizhong understood that this guy didn't know what the Wu family was going to do, but Si Huaizhong couldn't lose. Instead, he sneered and said loudly: "Master Mo, you don't know what the Wu family is doing."
Why are you inviting me here? Haha, I know, but—I won’t tell you!"
After Si Huaizhong finished speaking, he laughed and walked to the sofa in the front row.
"Bah, what are you pretending to be? I don't think you know."
Mo Qiaozeng was teased by Si Huaizhong and lost face. He couldn't help but cursed angrily.
"Why don't I know? I just know, but I just--don't tell you!"
Si Huaizhong turned his head and spoke in a deliberately long tone. Mo Qiaozeng was so angry that he almost broke the fan in his hand.
Mo Qiao became more and more angry, and Si Huai Zhong became more and more carried away. He walked to the front sofa and was about to sit down when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He quickly called Qin Lang over and said, "Mr. Qin, please go first."
"Um!"
Qin Lang didn't care about the fight between Si Huaizhong and others, so he nodded and sat down.
"Wait a minute, this is a seat reserved for other distinguished guests. Please sit in the back!"
A staff member suddenly came over and said to Qin Lang.
"Haha, Master Si, are you stupid? You didn't see that we were all sitting in the back, and you still walked to the front. Could it be that your tail is longer, so you have to sit in the front to enter?"
Mo Qiaozeng seized the opportunity and immediately turned over and ridiculed Si Huaizhong.
Another great monk wearing monk's robes and a sinister face snorted coldly: "How can a young boy sit in the front row? Why don't you hurry up and get to the back?"
Qin Lang frowned and glanced at the monk, but he was surprised in his heart. This monk had actually practiced hard qigong. Not only did his breath last long, but his body was like an iron tower, his skin was dark, and he had reached the level of hard qigong.
He is a quasi-guru!
The exercises Qin Lang practiced in his previous life were dedicated to cultivation, and his body was not very strong. Therefore, in this life, he chose to practice the Kunrong Body Refining Technique in order to strengthen his body.
It is said that one breath is practiced internally and the muscles, bones and skin are trained externally.
Ten years of breath, a hundred years of muscle, bone and skin.
From this, you can see the difficulty of internal training and external training.
You know, it is very difficult to reach the master level just by practicing kung fu horizontally, but this monk did it.
However, Qin Lang was only slightly surprised. With his current foundation-building skills, killing this monk would only take a little effort.
So Qin Lang replied to the monk without any fear: "If a monk doesn't lie, are you worthy of being a monk?"
Si Huaizhong glared at the great monk and whispered to Qin Lang: "Mr. Qin, he is not a monk, his name is Fa Lun, and he got around by dressing up like this. In his early years, he studied martial arts in the mountains for several years, and was later expelled.
After I left the temple, I made a living by consecrating people's feng shui."
It was obvious that Si Huaizhong disliked this monk, otherwise he would not have said so much in front of Qin Lang.
Falun didn't expect that Qin Lang would dare to scold him. He slapped the armrest of the sofa and stood up, glaring at Qin Lang: "Boy, you are looking for death!"
This Falun has practiced Kung Fu all his life, and he has the most violent temper. If he doesn't deal with anyone, he will fight with fists and kicks. Basically, everyone here has suffered from him at one time or another.
As soon as they saw Fa Lun getting angry, a group of people moved out of the way, for fear of accidentally hurting themselves. Mo Qiaozeng was even more happy. The auction hadn't started yet, so Fa Lun had sex with the people brought by Si Huaizhong first. That's good.
The play is really good.
Qin Lang looked at Fa Lun indifferently: "You dare to be arrogant after practicing shit. Only when you become a master can you be qualified to show your teeth to me."
"Everyone, gentlemen and ladies, if you have any grievances, you can settle them outside Cuiqing Garden when the auction is over. There will be several special guests visiting this auction, so please don't affect the order of the auction house.
"
A woman wearing aqua blue cheongsam appeared at some point and spoke softly to dissuade Falun, Mo Qiaozeng and others.
"Stop arguing, Miss Feifei is coming out."
This woman looked like the owner of the auction at first glance. She had a delicate face and was dressed like a lady from the south of the Yangtze River in an ink painting. She spoke elegantly, spoke softly, and was extremely alluring.
After the master said this, Falun sat down obediently. Qin Lang was not an unreasonable person, so he got up and walked to a corner in the back row and sat down.
When Si Huaizhong saw that Qin Lang didn't pay attention to this matter, he also let out a long sigh. He was afraid that Qin Lang had just violently injured someone. It would be fine if he killed Fa Lun, but he would be in trouble if he offended the owner of the Green Garden.
As the saying goes, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. Si Huaizhong was always on tenterhooks when he found out that he was accompanied by a great master.
He hurriedly ran all the way to sit down next to Qin Lang, and then introduced to Qin Lang: "This lady's surname is Xue, she is the head of Cuiqing Garden, and her father is a descendant of the Xue family in Hong Kong Island."
The Xue family on Hong Kong Island, Qin Lang nodded, the Xue family on Hong Kong Island is also a big family. On Hong Kong Island, it is a big family with the same name as Li Chaoren's family.
"Miss Feifei, who is the row in front reserved for? Who is so awesome that even the big guys in Zhangcheng have to give way?"
Among the guests sitting in the second and third rows, someone asked Xue Feifei.
Xue Feifei smiled: "It's a good friend of mine. She should have arrived a long time ago. I called just now and she said something happened on the road and she is handling it. Please be patient and wait a moment."
Although everyone is a little dissatisfied, since the master has opened his mouth to explain, it is not easy to refute.
After waiting for another ten minutes, many people were already impatient.
"Miss Feifei, wouldn't it be better to wait any longer like this? Our time is also very tight."
Someone asked impatiently.
"That's right, how long will it take to wait like this? We are also very busy. If we don't start, we will leave."
Someone stood up and shouted in displeasure.
Xue Feifei was also quite embarrassed, bit her lip and said: "Since we haven't arrived yet, forget it, let's get started."
"Feifei, I'm coming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the hall suddenly opened, and the first people who rushed in were two rows of ten bodyguards in black suits, each wearing sunglasses, divided into left and right sides, blocking both sides of the passage.
Then Wu Kuangyi and Wu Kuangchong, siblings, walked in.
Behind the two siblings was the middle-aged man in a linen gown with his hands behind his back. The three of them followed the path blocked by the bodyguards and walked to the front.
"Who is this? Such a grand ceremony?"
"I don't know, this girl looks familiar, as if I've seen her on TV."
"It's the Wu family in Lukang! Wu Kuangyi!"
Someone finally recognized Wu Kuangyi and shouted softly.
"It turns out she is the daughter of the Wu family. No wonder it is so grand."
Everyone was talking about it.
Si Huaizhong, who was sitting in the corner of the last row, was almost scared out of his wits. He looked at Qin Lang, then at Wu Kuangyi and his sister. He was so upset in his heart that he was afraid that something would come from this firewood...
No, the tip of this needle is facing the wheat awn...
Si Huaizhong didn't know how to describe it anymore, it was just terrible!
Qin Lang sat in the corner, looking at Wu Kuangyi and his brother and sister who were hugging Xue Feifei and sitting in the front row. The corners of his mouth curled up. This world is really small! (To be continued)