Seeing that the two left, Zhou Biyu withdrew her gaze and sighed in her heart, "Xiaofan, it's all my mother who is sorry for you. If it weren't for me, how could you marry Ye Ziqin for the benefit of the family?"
Although Zhou Biyu also likes Ye Ziqin, she felt that it was because of the interests between the families that Zhuo Bufan and Ye Ziqin married, and Ye Ziqin was a few years older than Zhuo Bufan.
Except for Ye Ziqin, Zhuo Bufan has never brought any other girls to his house. She regarded Shi Jian as Zhuo Bufan's girlfriend, but she could not give Shi Jian a title. She felt guilty and could only give him a red rope to make up for her heart.
Guilt.
Seeing this scene, Ye Ziqin looked a little sad and quietly retreated back to the room.
At this time, winter was already in a quaint attic in Qingzhou, but the attic courtyard was like a spring of peach blossoms. The flowers were in full bloom, the fragrance was rich and full of vitality, as if it was not winter, but a warm spring.
"The master is the master. Look here, it's like spring, it's so amazing." A bodyguard standing next to the corridor said in a whisper.
"Shh, whisper, the master doesn't want others to disturb him." A young man standing opposite said solemnly.
I saw a bluestone millstone in the yard. An old man wearing a ragged shirt sat upright with his eyes closed and his whole body was like a stone. He had been sitting here for a day and a night without eating or drinking.
Even if the mosquitoes attached to his face and sucked blood, he seemed to have no idea.
And as he inhaled and sucked his chest, it seemed as if there was a certain rhythm in it. Two white mists spurted out from his breath, as if two naughty little snakes were stretching and retracting.
The bodyguard looked at him from time to time, but found that the old man's breath became very ethereal, and the feeling was very strange. Sometimes he even found that the old man had left the yard at some point. When he looked closely, he was still sitting there, motionless.
, as if the whole person has merged with the surroundings, sometimes existing and sometimes turned into illusion.
"Are Senior Huichan here?" A middle-aged man with a mustache came from the corridor in the distance, followed by two bodyguards with a knife-like look, with strict rules.
The middle-aged man was wearing meticulously. The suit customized by the Italian handicraft workshop set off his upright back, like a steel gun, holding a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads in his right hand, and his thumb pulled the Buddhist beads one by one, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.
Sometimes it shines brightly.
"Senior has been sitting on the stone mill for a day and a night, and has never moved or eaten." The bodyguard in the corridor whispered.
This man is Zhuo Wanli, the head of Wanli Group. He left the Zhuo family seventeen years ago and went out alone. In recent years, he has been helping him, and his career has been rising steadily, and even entered the top of the Hurun Rich List Qingzhou List.
Hundred, assets of nearly 10 billion.
The most important thing is that Zhuo Wanli has no reputation in the past few years and has made a fortune in a short period of time, which is really amazing.
"Huh?" Chen Wanli nodded and stared at the old man in the yard.
The old man had a clean face, and could even be said to be thin and his clothes were torn. If he was lying on the street, he would be the same as the beggar next to him. What was even more astonishing was his eyebrows, as white as snow, hanging to his cheekbones.
The position is about three inches long, adding a bit of mysterious temperament.
"All things are born from the mind, and all things are destroyed by the mind."
The old man sitting cross-legged on the stone mill opened his mouth slightly, and the sound seemed to be heard out of thin air, as if it was spoken from his mouth.
Zhuo Wanli and several bodyguards opened their eyes wide instantly.
I saw that the flowers in the yard were in full bloom in March withered, and the dewdrops hanging on the green leaves evaporated into white mist. All things in the yard suddenly withered and their vitality was lost, as if they had been dry in the desert, but the white mist was
But it lingers in the entire courtyard, making people feel as if they are in the fairy world.
"Prajna Dragon and Elephant Power."
The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his two dry hands came out of his long sleeves, as if there was a whirlpool in his palm. The lingering white mist seemed to have encountered a long whale drinking water, and all rushed into his palms and disappeared.
Just when Zhuo Wanli was surprised, the old man slapped out with a light palm from the air, leaving a white mark in the air. Crack, a round iron-shirt beam and pillar, which was as thick as a bucket, burst into pieces, and the wood chips dripped down like rain.
Losing the support of the log, the roof tilt clanged and tilted downwards.
"I have finally mastered the Prajna Dragon and Elephant Art." The old man laughed.
Zhuo Wanli and those bodyguards were stunned.
Even if the solid wood cylinder hits a car quickly, the log will break at most. However, at this moment, the round wooden column seems to be buried in the center of the person and explode into wood chips, and this palm is more than ten meters away from the air.
If it hits a person, it will probably be covered with blood and blood.
"Congratulations to Master, for his great achievements." Zhuo Wanli bowed his hand, lowered his eyebrows and shouted respectfully.
Behind Huichan's hands, the aura of his whole body instantly dissipated, almost like an ordinary old man. If he hadn't seen the power of his palm with his own eyes, he would probably be like a teenage child who could bully him.
The two bodyguards who stayed in the corridor were even more dull. They both learned fighting skills and worked as bodyguards for some second- and third-tier stars. The most powerful coach they had ever seen smashed an inch-thick pressing board with one punch.
Killing a willow tree with a broken wrist is amazing, it can be a fight of ten.
But the old man's move just now was like a peerless master in the martial arts world. This is a modern society? Brother is not kidding.
"Yes." Huichan nodded softly, but said in his heart: "Although I have not entered the realm of a master, I have already practiced the magical power of Prajna. Even if I am a master, I still have the power to fight."
On this day and night, he emitted all the energy of the body, condensed in the yard without dissipating, which made the branches that should have withered in winter bloom in bud, making the plants and trees as green as the spring breeze. He just took back all the true energy,
All plants around lose their vitality.
"Master Huichan, this time I will go back to the Zhuo family to seize the position of head of the family. Master Huichan must give me some help." said Bi Wanli.
"It's just a little thing. As long as you listen carefully to our Hehuan Sect, I will not only protect you from wealth and prosperity for the rest of your life, but also take your son into another real world." Huichan gave out a faint breath and condensed in the air
It took a few seconds to disperse.
"Thank you, Master Huichan." Zhuo Wanli was overjoyed but also felt a little sad.
His lifelong wish was to regain the position of his own head of the family, but since he met Hehuan Sect, he realized that there were real martial arts and magic in this world. These people with great skills regarded human life as grass.
It seems that humans look at monkeys, and the money and power have little effect on them at all.
The goal he fought for throughout his life seemed as simple as eating to others. How could he not be sad?
"dad……"
Suddenly a voice came into the yard, and Zhuo Wanli frowned, "Who asked you to come here to find me? It's big or small. If you disturb the master, I will peel you off." (To be continued)