In fact, what Mr. Jing told Xiao Feng was nothing more than a story, and it was a bloody story.
To put it bluntly, if there are two proud men and one proud daughter of heaven, especially if they come from the same school, the most bloody scenes will happen.
"You said that your junior sister likes you but doesn't like your junior brother," Xiao Feng heard sweat breaking out on his forehead. He never thought that such a thing would happen to Mr. Jing. Moreover, he deeply suspected that this old guy was doing this for his own sake. He tampered with the script in front of himself.
"Of course, you doubt my charm, Jing Moxian," Mr. Jing frowned, as if he had returned to his youth.
"Ahem, no, really not," Xiao Feng shook his head hastily. He didn't dare to touch the old guy's brow: "Um, old guy, that man is interested in having a concubine. Why is your junior brother so entangled? Besides, Well, what do you care about him? Just let him fiddle with himself."
"Well, if it was really that simple, then so many things wouldn't have happened later," Mr. Jing sighed, "My master betrothed my junior sister to my junior brother."
"Pfft..." Xiao Feng just took a sip of tea and was about to wake up, but when he heard these words, he spit out all the tea: "Ahem, old guy, are you sure you are not teasing me anymore,"
‘Pa’, a loud bang hit Xiao Feng’s head. Mr. Jing stared: “Would I tease you about this kind of thing?”
"Ahem, are you sure that you are not confused or something like that? You made a mistake and grafted the plot of a certain TV series or movie into your story," Xiao Feng really didn't want to believe what Mr. Jing said.
‘Pa’, there was another ringing sound, and Xiao Feng was horrified to find that he couldn’t escape at all.
"I don't have Alzheimer's disease, so how could I have confused thinking? Also, I don't have delusions, so I won't bring TV drama plots into my story," Mr. Jing said coldly.
"Um, don't do anything. Let's talk it over, okay? You can continue, I'm listening." Xiao Feng sat back, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Well, it felt pretty good. It was like listening to storytelling in a teahouse.
"I left in a rage..."
"Hey, where did you leave from?"
"Of course it's the sect. Did I come from another planet?" Mr. Jing wanted to beat Xiao Feng again. Why did a very sad past turn into something nondescript when he disturbed it?
"Old guy, I find that you are so boring right now. Why do you always use violence?" Xiao Feng covered his head. In the eyes of outsiders, he could be a cold-blooded and ruthless ace of spades, but in front of his own old guy, He really has no temper.
Mr. Jing glared at Xiao Feng: "After I left the master's school, I went out alone..."
The smile on Xiao Feng's face gradually disappeared. Although it had been many years, he could still hear the unwillingness and anger in the old guy's voice... Back then, he must have felt that the world was gray. What had he experienced? How did you create the Taitian organization?
Following Mr. Jing's eloquent talk, Xiao Feng realized a different Mr. Jing. When Mr. Jing mentioned the scene when he held a sword, ran across the capital, and slaughtered the elites of several big families, his blood boiled, as if he was in the same place. Among them, he is one of the participants.
"Since then, I have stayed in the capital... However, more than twenty years ago, he appeared," Mr. Jing narrowed his eyes, "He brought a baby..."
"I am the second best, it can't be me," Xiao Feng glared and almost jumped up, wondering why he had escaped into the grandson's hands again.
"What are you thinking about? It's a baby girl," Mr. Jing frowned.
"Baby girl, could it be...Belle," Xiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but was still surprised.
"Yes," Mr. Jing nodded: "It's Bei'er,"
"she……"
"She is my granddaughter," Mr. Jing said slowly, "I have verified it."
"Uh," Xiao Feng scratched his head, it was really messy here.
"The Xiao family can be said to have been implicated by me, and by chance, I rescued you, so you grew up with me..."
Although Mr. Jing didn't talk in too much detail, Xiao Feng still figured out the whole story. It turned out that there was such a grudge back then.
"You said that in the next year I will challenge the person he trained," Xiao Feng asked with a frown.
"Um,"
"Do you have any information?"
"I will collect them for you later,"
"good,"
"Haha, the secret that has been hidden for many years has been dug out again," Mr. Jing showed a wry smile and shook his head, sealing away a memory once again.
"Don't worry, old guy, I will definitely help you vent your anger," Xiao Feng clenched his fist: "Your grandson is the best,"
Mr. Jing nodded: "Well, I believe you,"
"Even if the other party cultivates a Wolverine, I can make him become a shit-eating dog," Xiao Feng gritted his teeth, not for himself, but for the old guy who worked hard to raise himself and cultivated himself, and he had to do it for him. Do this well.
"Haha, okay, I'll wait and see," Mr. Jing nodded, with a hint of domineering air in the air: "You and my grandson are alike in one thing, that is, when you draw your sword, no matter who the enemy is, you will never bow your head, and you will fight when you are strong. Strong, going against the will of heaven,"
"Yes," Xiao Feng nodded heavily, he would not let Mr. Jing down.
The grandfather and grandson talked a lot, especially Mr. Jing, and even told the whole story about the organization. What surprised Xiao Feng was that the organization in its heyday had changed the pattern of the country, but after all, it was just yesterday. Just mention it.
However, Xiao Feng finally understood why Mr. Jing could speak out in front of those giants in the capital, even those in the imperial court considered themselves juniors.
"Many old brothers have died, and even if their descendants recognize the Titian Order, they are not as monolithic as before," Mr. Jing lamented: "So, while the Titian organization can still exert some residual power, it's like handing it over into your hands,"
Xiao Feng could feel Mr. Jing's good intentions and nodded: "Yes,"
"Haha, okay, it's time for us to go out. A group of old brothers must be waiting impatiently." Mr. Jing talked too much today, and he felt relaxed because there were some things that he could only keep in his heart. People bear it silently, even if they are facing some old brothers, they cannot share it.
"Then let's go out," Xiao Feng nodded and stood up: "When will they leave?"
"I will let them stay after the new year and let them be a witness,"
"New Year is coming soon," Xiao Feng turned to look out the window, and at some point, snowflakes started to fall.
"It's snowing, haha," Mr. Jing also looked at the snowflakes outside the window, stood up, and walked slowly outside.
Xiao Feng silently followed Mr. Jing. In the past, he always seemed to be digging out the old guy's details. Now he almost knew everything, but he felt empty and had a strange feeling in his heart.
"Boss, where are you running?" Sun Xiaoqi came up to meet him, glanced at Xiao Feng, and nodded to him.
"Xiao Qi, you are considered a senior in the domestic underground world. Why don't you go and teach the juniors some experience?" Mr. Jing said, pointing at Xiao Feng and Zhang Yu.
Sun Xiaoqi smiled: "Boss, I'm joking. Even if I'm in the three eastern provinces, I've heard of Tianmen's name. They are developing well, and young people are motivated now. Some of our things are no longer applicable now."
"No, there are some things that are always useful, but young people nowadays lack these things, such as loyalty and forbearance..." Mr. Jing shook his head and said.
Sun Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes,"
"Mr. Sun, why don't you educate us," Xiao Feng smiled. Hearing what these seniors said, they would make many detours.
"Okay, go and call Lao Qi and the others. They are all stained with black hair," Sun Xiaoqi agreed.
"Okay," Xiao Feng greeted, and then went to call Master Qi and others.
A group of young people sat around, while Sun Xiaoqi and Lao Qi and several old men talked about many things about the development of the road, including the development to a certain degree of constraints, what channels should be used to make the community self-sufficient, etc...
"Mr. Sun, I think we can cooperate," Xiao Feng said to Sun Xiaoqi after listening.
"Oh, how to cooperate,"
"Your side is also close to the border, so it should be good for export trade. Xiao Yuzi now controls the entire Golden Triangle, and there is sufficient supply of goods."
"Haha, General Yu from the Golden Triangle is so famous. I've heard of it too," Sun Xiaoqi nodded: "Okay, let's talk later."
"Thank you, Mr. Sun," Zhang Yu rarely said modestly. With his current status, he is already qualified to sit down and discuss matters with a giant like Sun Xiaoqi.
A ringtone rang, and Xiao Feng stood up: "You guys chat first, I'll answer the phone,"
"good,"
Xiao Feng walked aside and pressed the answer button: "Hey, what's going on?"
"Tonight, 01 will attack you, please make preparations,"
"Haha, have you finally taken action? I'm already waiting for him," Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes, murderous intent emerging.
"If you find a few more helpers, we must succeed tonight,"
"Any help?" Xiao Feng turned his head, glanced at Sun Mo and others, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Okay, I have ready-made helpers here,"
"Well, just wait for my news," he said and hung up the phone.
Xiao Feng put away his phone and smiled playfully, Sun Mo, don't blame me for trying to set your sights on you. Relationships are cultivated on the battlefield. How can we cultivate relationships if we don't do things together.
Thinking about Xiao Guan's confidant 01 again, as long as he is dealt with tonight, he will be able to find out the news about his parents. The top priority is to rescue them, so that there will be no worries.
"Perhaps Shen Du can help," Xiao Feng's eyes touched Shen Du, and his heart moved. The Shen family is a noble in Hong Kong. If they want to do something, it should be very simple.
Thinking of this, Xiao Feng walked towards Shen Du with a smile on his face: "Mr. Shen, I have something I want to ask you for help with."
"Well, you tell me," Shen Du nodded happily, for no other reason than that he was Jing Moxian's grandson and the person who would hold the Order of Heaven in the future.
Xiao Feng explained the matter, and Shen Du thought for a moment: "As long as you can find their location, leave it to me to arrange the rescue."