"President, isn't this the secret skill of our leader? Why do you..."
"Hmph!"
Duan Chenzong smiled coldly: "You don't know many things, and it's time to tell you now."
"Actually, Luo Jiuyang and I are brothers from the same sect."
"This September Treasure Book was created by my master Feng Wuyue himself."
"The Nine-Yue Book of Art has nine parts in total, and each step is divided into nine moves. There are nine-nine-eighty-one moves in total. It is also called the Nine Moon Divine Fist."
"Back then, Master had nine disciples, including Yuan Nanwu."
"What?"
Dong Shijie's eyes widened and he was stunned.
Duan Chenzong continued: "I, Yuan Nanwu and eight other senior brothers, each of us only has one September Book."
"Only he, Luo Jiuyang, has eight treasure books. In terms of martial arts cultivation, he is naturally the strongest among our nine brothers."
"Later we went our separate ways, and Luo Jiuyang, Yuan Nanwu, and I joined the Northern Martial Arts Alliance."
"The other six brothers, some are going to the Southern Martial Arts League, and some are wandering around the world."
"Although the three of us are technically brothers, the two of them have always been prejudiced against me."
"So our relationship with each other is not very close, and we almost became enemies."
"Oh I got it!"
Dong Shijie nodded.
There was a rumor in the Northern Martial League that Luo Jiuyang and Yuan Nanwu were brothers, but no one believed it.
I didn’t expect all of this to be true. It’s true that there is no smoke without fire.
Duan Chenzong patted him on the shoulder: "Now I will pass this book on to you, as long as you succeed in practicing it."
"Isn't it easy to kill that boy named Xiao?"
"Yes, thank you, President."
'Poof!'
Dong Shijie quickly knelt down and took the book with both hands.
He was extremely excited because this was a true martial arts secret that was not passed down to others.
Once he succeeds in cultivation, he will definitely have a huge breakthrough.
Xiao Feng, just wait to be ravaged by me, hahaha...
…
Early the next morning, the mad dog woke up.
Xiao Feng checked his body again and made sure that there was nothing serious.
"Mr. Xiao, thank you."
The mad dog was obedient and still very afraid of him.
"Why are you so polite? We are a family."
Bing Ling smiled beside him.
"family?"
Mad Dog blinked, he had never felt the warmth of his family.
When Magu was alive, he was beaten and scolded constantly, and he didn't get any maternal love at all.
"Xiaobing is right, we are a family."
Xiao Feng patted him on the shoulder: "You are no longer alone, we are all your family, do you understand?"
Mad Dog nodded, tears actually filling his eyes.
"You have no future, why are you crying?"
Bing Ling rolled her eyes at him and smiled.
"Mr. Xiao, dinner is ready!"
At this time, Tang Xueru's shout came from downstairs.
"Let's go and see what kind of sumptuous breakfast our Miss Tang has prepared."
The three of them came to the restaurant downstairs. On the table were a plate of fried dough sticks, four bowls of soy milk, a plate of pickles, and nothing else.
"You're just going to let us eat this?"
Bing Ling's face darkened.
"What's wrong?"
Tang Xueru wiped her hands: "I bought this all morning. I heard that Jinmen's fried dough sticks are very famous."
"Are you kidding me?"
Bing Ling glared at her: "Madman is injured, and Brother Feng was also poisoned yesterday. They were all trying to save you, and you just use this to fool us?"
"I don't!"
Tang Xueru shook her head repeatedly and looked at Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng also felt a headache. Bing Ling used to be very taciturn and sometimes could not speak more than two sentences a day.
But since meeting Tang Xueru, Bing Ling's temperament has changed drastically, and she always looks for opportunities to make things difficult for her.
"I think it's okay. Are you talking about that crazy guy?"
Xiao Feng asked with a smile.
Mad Dog nodded, but when he saw something wrong with Bing Ling's eyes, he quickly shook his head. He didn't dare to say anything anyway.
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll buy it."
Tang Xueru had no choice but to give in.
"Forget it, I won't do it next time."
Bing Ling only talked about it and didn't mean it.
When the four of them were sitting together eating, Tang Xueru suddenly spoke.
"Hall Master Xiao, I want to join the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association, is it okay?"
"this…"
Xiao Feng thought for a moment: "After all, you are a member of the Yunfeng Martial Arts Association. If you join the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association now, you may be called a traitor."
Tang Xueru nodded, and she understood in her heart.
I didn't quit the Yunfeng Martial Arts Association, so I was in a dilemma.
Xiao Feng comforted her: "Don't worry too much. I'll go talk to President Yuan in the next two days. It shouldn't be a big problem."
"Thank you, Hall Master Xiao."
Tang Xueru was a little excited, gritted her teeth and said: "Dong Shijie did this to me, I must avenge him."
"snort!"
Bing Ling smiled coldly: "You are blind, who can you blame?"
"You're right, I'm blind."
Tang Xueru clenched her fists. She now hated Dong Shijie deeply.
After breakfast, Xiao Feng planned to go to Han Group.
It's been a while since I came to Jinmen, and Han Qianhui didn't know yet.
He had just prepared a gift and treated it as a surprise for her.
I tidied up briefly and changed into a set of clean clothes.
Xiao Feng went out in the grocery cart left by Zheng Shaobin.
Jinmen Han Group is located in the center of the city.
It is a building with more than 20 floors. There are three flagpoles erected at the main entrance, and three red flags are hung on them. It is very majestic.
There were more people and cars in this big city. Xiao Feng drove around in the parking lot several times before he found a spot in a corner.
As soon as he got out of the car, he saw a man and a woman getting out of a Mercedes Benz on the opposite side.
The woman is about fifty years old, wearing professional attire and her hair tied up. She looks like a wealthy person.
It's just that her neck is dark and her face is pale, and the makeup she applied on her is thicker than the wall.
The man is about thirty years old, wearing a crisp suit and standing next to him with a cold and arrogant expression. He should be the driver or bodyguard.
"That bitch Han Qianhui dares to point fingers in front of me? Who does she think she is?"
"Her father, Han Dongping, was an abandoned son of the Han family."
"You are actually riding on my head now, and you still dare to turn a deaf ear to my words?"
"Smelly girl, if you don't give her some clues, does she really not know where Bei is?"
The woman scolded fiercely with a cold face.
"Sister Xia, please calm down."
The bodyguard smiled apologetically next to her: "Han Qianhui has just taken office, and she must want to make some achievements."
"But how capable can she be as a foreigner? Isn't the real power of Jinmen Han Company still in your hands?"
When the woman heard this, a proud smile appeared on her face.
"That's natural!"
"How many years have I, Han Fengxia, been living in Jinmen? How can I be compared to a little girl like her?"
"Which of the CEOs of major companies in Tianjin wouldn't give me three points of thin noodles?"
"The company held a board meeting yesterday. How dare this stinky girl refute my proposal?"
"Yao Bo, I don't care, I can't swallow this breath."
Yao Bo rolled his eyes and said with a sly smile: "Sister Xia, don't worry, leave this matter to me."
"If Han Qianhui doesn't make you feel comfortable, I won't make it easy for her either..."
He leaned forward and whispered a few words, and a sly smile appeared on Han Fengxia's face.