Fatty Xiao has already used two fake instructions.

This matter is completely undiscussed.

I was too lazy to say more, so I said, "Okay, come in with me!"

Fatty Xiao looked happy when he heard this. He immediately jumped off the motorcycle and replied: "This is the Su Shen in my heart!"

When we arrived at the entrance of Furong Manor, we were stopped by four or five people in black Zhongshan suits and extremely cold-looking people.

As soon as I saw them in costume.

I thought of the scene where Xu Qing's mouth was bleeding heavily that rainy night, and the hatred in my heart rushed up.

But I repeatedly warned myself that they were just emotionally unsatisfied swords. Although smashing the sword can relieve the anger, only by fucking the sword holder can you really take revenge.

Close your eyes and adjust your emotions.

I took out the invitation that Ma Ping gave me and handed it to them: "I inform the owner of Wen Hall, and the guest will come to see you as agreed."

A Zhongshan apparel glanced at the invitation and replied: "Waiting for the notification!"

After the talk, he went in with the invitation.

The other three stood in a row with their hands behind their bodies, blocked the door, and stared at us coldly.

Fatty Xiao looked very dissatisfied, took out the cigarette box and asked them jokingly: "Comrades in the security guards, why don't you get one?"

Those people were like wood standing at the door, completely ignored Fatty Xiao.

Fatty Xiao said, "Fuck! Isn't this a shame for not giving face?"

He took out the cigarette, bared his teeth, and wanted to go over and stuff the cigarette into their mouths.

This guy is simply provoking for no reason.

At first, Fatty Xiao was in the restaurant and knew that Xiao Zhu was in the life-seeking gate, he was so scared that he couldn't even sit on the stool. But now, he has hatred and does not take them seriously at all.

I glared at him fiercely.

Fatty Xiao had to resist and take the cigarette back, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

After a while.

The Zhongshan who went in to report came out and said to me: "Master Wen, please invite me!"

Fatty Xiao and I stepped forward.

But the Zhongshan suit stopped Fatty Xiao and said, "One person's name can only be added to the invitation!"

Fatty Xiao's face changed suddenly. He quickly tapped the elbow of the Zhongshan suit with his backhand and kicked it over.

This kick is extremely heavy!

Zhongshan suit "thumped" and fell to the ground.

In an instant!

Several Zhongshan at the door were dressed up and surrounded us.

It’s not that Fatty Xiao’s strength is too much higher than others, but that Fatty Xiao didn’t expect that Fatty Xiao would dare to attack at the door of Furong Manor, and he said unexpectedly.

Fatty Xiao patted his clothes and said, "If you don't let them in, you won't go in. Why are you touching my clothes with your dirty hands? Can you stinky security guards afford it? Fuck!"

Several Zhongshan suits looked extremely angry and were ready to attack us.

A middle-aged man came out of the manor and said coldly: "Don't move if you don't want to be a gold or a grudge, don't fight with the fireflies!"

If you don’t want to be a bad debt, don’t move, it means that you are not a money owner, no one hires you, there is no grudge, and you cannot take action.

This is a rule formed by the Suoxingmen since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

But the latter sentence is very insulting.

But it is understandable.

In ancient times, swordsmen were arrogant and even emperors were not taken seriously, let alone others.

Fatty Xiao became popular and rolled up his sleeves: "Oh, damn..."

I said, "Fatty!"

When Fatty Xiao heard this, he stopped moving forward angrily, turned to me and said, "Waiting for you for half an hour, if you don't come out, I have a solution!"

This guy is not a completely mindless person.

If you dare to be so arrogant, you will definitely have a backup plan.

I followed the middle-aged man into Furong Manor.

Through the vestibule, we came to the middle yard.

The yard is full of birds singing and flowers, and the environment is beautiful and elegant. There are cool curtains made of small bamboo sections hanging in many places, which look hazy and quiet.

The more charming, the more dangerous it is.

I can smell a different scent.

When I came to the middle of the yard, I found a white marble platform with a height of several centimeters, but very wide, with a wide felt pad of animal skin on it.

An antique tea table was placed on the animal skin felt mat, with a few dishes of dessert, osmanthus cake, peach crisps, and oil beans.

There is also a copper teapot. Next to the teapot is a bronze tea-style pot covered with small holes. The tea-style pot is filled with mist.

A man in his forties sat cross-legged on a felt pad of animal skin.

He was wearing a Tang suit, with a haggard face, pale face, his fingernails were very long, his eyes were extremely vicious, he was powerful without anger, and his body was full of murderous aura, and he looked like a zombie crawling out of the coffin.

This murderous aura.

It's not the murderous aura of Uncle Wang like an angry lion.

It is a terrifying atmosphere accumulated by killing many people.

To be precise.

This should be called ghost energy.

He was wearing the small-leaf red sandalwood Buddhist beads in one hand and the other with a juansi handkerchief. He occasionally covered his mouth with a handkerchief, coughed, then closed his eyes and smelled the mist coming out of the small hole of the bronze tea wind trunk, and then took another sip of tea, which seemed intoxicated and leisurely.

Behind him were four or five people in Zhongshan suits standing, standing upright one by one with no expression on their faces.

The whole scene looks quite ancient.

The person sitting cross-legged is the Lord of Wentang.

In this way, welcoming guests is not because the Master Wen is showing off, but it is indeed a unique habit of seeking life.

Let me explain it briefly here.

In ancient times, people did not sit on benches and chairs. Whether people drink tea or drink wine or talk about state affairs in the temple, they all used the posture of sitting on the ground. The appearance of benches and chairs was still after the Tang Dynasty, and it was gradually popular in the Northern Song Dynasty.

The life-seeking gate originated from the Spring and Autumn Period to raise scholars, so naturally this habit was retained.

However, there were several types of sitting on the ground.

Each one actually expresses different meanings.

Sitting with your legs together, stretching straight forward, and sitting on the ground. Unless the king faces the minister, the father faces the son, this is a sitting position that extreme contempts the other party.

Sitting is to kneel. When talking to the venerable and elders, they are humble. The people of Sakura used to come to China to study and used this posture to talk to our clan. After returning, they still use this kneeling posture.

Sitting cross-legged, sitting cross-legged. It is more formal and polite to friends.

The Master Wentang was able to greet him in a cross-legged posture, which shows that the person behind Ma Ping mediated the situation and was extremely faced.

After I walked over.

Master Wen opened his eyes, glanced at me expressionlessly, picked up a teacup, poured a cup of tea, and raised his hand to signal me to sit opposite me.

I replied, "I did not come to discuss the truth for the sake of sitting down. Master Wen can get up."

No friends to make!

Today is to redeem people!
Chapter completed!