Fatty Xiao had already indicated with two false fingers.

This matter is completely non-negotiable.

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

When Fatty Xiao heard this, his expression showed joy, and 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 from the Suoming Sect wearing black Chinese tunic suits and extremely stern faces.

When I saw them dressed like this.

I thought of the scene on that rainy night when Xu Qing's mouth was bleeding profusely, and the hatred surged up in my heart.

But I repeatedly warned myself that they are just knives without emotion. Although smashing the knives can relieve anger, the real revenge is to kill the person holding the knife.

I closed my eyes and adjusted my mood.

I took out the invitation that Ma Ping handed me and handed it to them: "Inform Hall Master Wen that the guests will come to see you as agreed."

A man in Chinese tunic took one look at the invitation and replied: "Waiting for the announcement!"

After he finished speaking, he went in with the invitation.

The other three stood in a row with their hands behind their backs, blocking the door and staring at us coldly.

Fatty Xiao looked very dissatisfied. He took out his cigarette case and asked them jokingly: "Comrade security guards, how about one?"

Those people were like logs stuck at the door, completely ignoring Fatty Xiao.

Fatty Xiao said: "Fuck! Isn't this a shame?"

He took out his cigarette, bared his teeth, and tried to force the cigarette into their mouths.

This guy is simply provoking for no reason.

At first, Fatty Xiao was so frightened that he couldn't even sit on the stool when he found out about Xiao Zhu's identity as a member of the Suo Ming Sect in the restaurant. But now, he harbors hatred and doesn't take them seriously at all.

I gave him a hard look.

Fatty Xiao had no choice but to hold back the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

After a while.

The man who went in to report came out and said to me: "Master Wen has invited me!"

Fatty Xiao and I stepped forward.

But the man in Chinese tunic suit stopped Fatty Xiao and said, "Only one person can enter with the name on the invitation!"

Fatty Xiao's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly backhanded the man in the tunic suit's elbow and kicked him violently.

This kick is extremely heavy!

The tunic suit "popped" and fell to the ground.

In an instant!

Several people in Chinese tunic suits at the door cheered and surrounded us.

It's not that Fatty Xiao's strength is too much higher than that of others, it's that the other party didn't expect that Fatty Xiao would dare to attack at the entrance of Furong Manor, and was caught off guard.

Fatty Xiao patted the clothes on his body and said: "If you don't let me in, I won't go in. Why are you touching my clothes with dirty hands? You stinky security guards can't afford to pay for it! Damn!"

Several men in Chinese tunic suits looked extremely angry and were ready to attack us.

A middle-aged man came out of the manor and said coldly: "If it's not gold, it's not invitation, it's not hatred, don't do anything, don't compete with fireflies!"

Don't do anything if you don't have money, please, or hatred, which means you are not the financial owner, there is no one to hire you, and there is no enmity, so you can't take action.

This is the rule formed by Suomingmen since the practice of raising scholars in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods.

But the last sentence is very insulting.

But it’s actually understandable.

Swordsmen in ancient times were so aloof and arrogant that even emperors did not look down upon them, let alone others.

But Fatty Xiao got angry and rolled up his sleeves: "Oh, shit..."

I said: "Fat man!"

Hearing this, Fatty Xiao angrily stopped moving forward, turned to me and said, "I'll wait for you for half an hour. If you don't come out, I have a lot of ideas!"

This guy is not completely brainless.

If you dare to be so arrogant, you must have some backup plans.

I followed the middle-aged man into Furong Manor.

Pass through the front hall and come to the middle courtyard.

The courtyard is full of birds and flowers, and the environment is beautiful and elegant. Cool curtains made of small bamboo sections hang in many places, making it look hazy and quiet.

The more charming, the more dangerous.

I can smell a different scent.

When I came to the middle of the yard, I found a white marble stone platform that was a few centimeters high but very wide. There was a large animal skin felt mat placed on the stone platform.

An antique small tea table was placed on the animal skin felt mat, with several plates of snacks, osmanthus cake, peach cake, and fried beans on it.

There is also a copper teapot, and next to the teapot is a bronze tea cup with small holes all over its body. Misty mist comes out of the tea cup holes.

A man in his forties sat cross-legged on an animal skin felt mat.

He was wearing a Tang suit, with a haggard appearance, a pale face, very long fingernails, extremely sinister eyes, not angry, and a murderous look on his body. He looked like a zombie crawling out of a coffin.

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Such murderous intent.

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

Rather, it is a chilling aura accumulated from having actually killed many people.

Exactly.

This should be called ghost energy.

He held small-leaf red sandalwood beads in one hand and a Juan silk handkerchief in the other. Occasionally he would cover his mouth with the handkerchief and cough, then close his eyes and smell the mist coming out of the small hole of the bronze tea cup, and then take another sip of tea.

, seems intoxicated and leisurely.

Behind him stood four or five people in Chinese tunic suits, all of them standing upright with no expression on their faces.

The whole scene looks quite ancient.

The person sitting cross-legged is the Master of the Wen Hall.

Using this posture to welcome guests is not because Hall Master Wen is showing off, but it is indeed a unique habit of the Suoming Sect.

Here’s a little explanation.

People in ancient times did not sit on stools and chairs. Whether drinking tea and drinking in the private sector or discussing state affairs in temples, they all used the posture of sitting on the floor. Stools and chairs only appeared after the Tang Dynasty and became gradually popular in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Suomingmen originated from raising scholars in the Spring and Autumn Period, and naturally this habit has been retained.

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

Each actually expresses different meanings.

Sitting on the ground, with legs together and stretched straight forward, buttocks sitting on the ground. Unless the king is facing his ministers, or the father is facing his son, this is a sitting posture that shows extreme contempt for each other.

Sitting in the posture, that is, sitting on your knees. It is a humble posture used when talking to the venerables and elders. People from the Sakura country used to come to China to study and used this posture to talk humbly with their elders. After returning, they still use this posture to this day.

Kneeling position.

Sitting cross-legged or cross-legged. Generally, this sitting method is used among friends, which is more formal and polite.

The fact that Hallmaster Wen was able to sit down to greet him showed that the people behind Ma Ping who were mediating between them had great dignity.

After I walked over.

Hall Master Wen opened his eyes, looked at me expressionlessly, picked up a teacup, poured a cup of tea, and raised his hand to motion for me to sit down across from him.

I replied: "I didn't come here to sit down and talk about Taoism. Hall Master Wen can get up now."

No friends to make!

Today is redemption!
Chapter completed!