What is the difference between martial arts masters and ordinary people? This question is really not easy to answer.
On the surface, there really is no difference. Only people who are in the world can feel it.
Just like a clever thief can quickly discover that his kind is the same as the police as soon as he gets on the bus; Zhu Tong and the Eight Immortals of Tao Zong felt threatened at the same time.
Elder Shui made a gesture, and Zhu Tong pulled Jingchi Xuemei to greet Mei Lanting and Mei Lanting and slowly moved to one side, and the Eight Immortals moved in sync with them. It seemed casual on the surface, but it was extremely dangerous.
The crutch of Shengou Wang Han was faintly facing Elder Shui, and the fearless monk had his right hand in the pocket of his windbreaker, and something hard was facing Jingchi Xuemei; Zhu Tong had no choice but to block Jingchi Xuemei with his body.
Something doesn't seem right. Could it be that someone wants to attack Jingchi Xuemei? The little liar thought quickly in his mind, over there, "He Xiangu" has already started fighting with the other party.
A young female tourist pretended to accidentally bump into the circle set by the Eight Immortals. He Xiangu stepped forward to help the girl; the accident happened at the moment when the two parties came into contact.
In a hurry, the female tourist quickly pushed her left hand towards He Xiangu's ribs. Zhu Tong saw a cold light flashing on her middle finger, and was about to remind He Xiangu to be careful, as the contact battle had already ended.
He Xiangu's right hand pressed just under the female tourist's shoulder, but she didn't see how much force she exerted. The female tourist was ejected three meters away and hit the fearless monk's arms.
What an amazing use of Tai Chi and soft skills. He Xiangu turned out to be a master of Tai Chi and Baguazhang! The poor and fearless monk didn't understand the power of it. He managed to stand upright without being knocked down by the female tourist, and a blush instantly appeared on his face.
Zhu Tong walked over, held down the fearless monk's chest and said: "Master, you shouldn't be stiff. You can only use Zhanyi Shibatu to deal with this move. That should be your basic skill. Go back and rest for a month, don't use your internal strength rashly."
After saying that, the little liar took out a golden needle and stabbed it into Wuwei's ribs. Wuwei snorted and his face turned from red to white. He handed over his hand to thank him and retreated in embarrassment with the support of the female tourist.
Wang Han, the divine hook, was not a fool. He saw that he couldn't get any benefits here and wanted to leave, but Zhu Tong stopped him: "Old Wang, it's been a long time."
"Haha." Shengou Wang Han smiled unnaturally and had to stop; he didn't understand why the little liar stopped him.
"Please leave a message for the whistle. This is the last time. If I see your people again, just eight words: Heaven and earth, until death."
The little liar was annoyed and issued the sternest warning to Sipinhonghuo: Jianghu post.
If Wang Han or the whistle dare to challenge, the seventh-grade Zhumen and the fourth-grade Honghuo will start a life-and-death fight. Zhu Tong won't have the guts to eat the fourth-grade red fire correctly, and he will pick the weak persimmon. The fourth-grade red fire is now
In decline, only Suowonda Living Buddha, the most powerful person in the world, can suppress them.
Another flight arrival announcement sounded in the departure hall, and Iike Yukimi's private jet "Sakura" landed.
Zhu Tong approached Wang Han, the magic hook, and whispered: "If the whistle gives me an explanation within three days, hum!"
"Doctor Zhu, what do you want to explain?" Shengou Wang Han recovered from the shock and asked with dignity.
"You have repeatedly provoked me, do you really think that the door is made of mud? If you don't understand the whistle, I can remind you: I don't offer a high price, as long as you and the big fire wheel each have one hand; or... something of equivalent value."
While he was talking, Shengou Wang Han found that he was surrounded in the middle, and his two companions who had come with him had already sat on the armchairs at some point. They both looked a little injured.
"I will convey Dr. Zhu's wishes to my elder brother. Do you have anything else?" Shengou Wang Han shook the crutch in his hand and made a desperate gesture as if he could not agree with him.
"It's okay, Lao Wang. You have been in the martial arts world for most of your life. Have you ever thought about how fun it is to fight and kill all day long? The monkey tricks are better than you. At least they are playing monkey tricks instead of being beaten by others.
Holding the rope and acting like a monkey."
After the little liar finished speaking, he pulled Jingchi Xuemei towards the boarding gate, leaving Shengou Wanghan's vagina dazed. It took him a long time to squeeze out a voice from between his teeth: "Little liar!"
Matsui Hirashi appeared at the boarding gate with two bodyguards, accompanied by two airport officials. When they saw Iike Yukimi in a casual outfit, they all opened their eyes in surprise; they couldn't believe that someone with a net worth of billions
Your lady is dressed like this.
At ten o'clock sharp, Jingchi Xuemei's private plane moved slowly from the runway, from fast to slow until it penetrated the clouds.
The interior of the "Sakura" is not very luxurious. There are four comfortable airline seats in the front of the cabin, a small conference table in the middle, a dining table and a bar; there is also a large sofa bed in the rear of the aircraft. The entire cabin looks like
Like a small and comfortable office, it can accommodate fifteen passengers.
Jingchi Xuemei invited Mei Lanting, Fanxin and the Eight Immortals of the Dao Sect to fly to Shanghai with her. Matsui Hei learned that Nomura Kakai was injured and was recuperating in the Zhangjiajie Scenic Area, so he asked the two bodyguards who came with him to attend to Nomura Kakai
; In this way, the space on the plane will not appear too crowded.
The Butterfly God couldn't stand high altitudes and was exhausted from the past few days. After entering the safe route, the stewardess in kimono played soft music and helped the little liar lie down on the sofa bed. He quickly fell asleep to the soft music.
.The last thing I realized before going to sleep was that this girl should be called Wanzi.
When he woke up, the plane had landed at Hongqiao Airport. Zhu Tong rubbed his eyes and asked Heishi Matsui who was accompanying him sheepishly: "Did I sleep well?"
"Very good. I can see that sir has been exhausted these past few days." Matsui Heizhi smiled; "Excuse me, where are we going now?"
"Why are you asking me?" The little liar leaned forward and took a look. Jingchi Xuemei, Mei Lanting, and He Xiangu were sitting around the bar talking enthusiastically. Fan Xin was talking softly with Elder Shui in front.
"Miss Xuemei doesn't want to stay in a hotel, nor does she want to live in the villa arranged by Mr. Tian. Look, there are reporters there." Matsui Heishi pointed out the window.
Sure enough, even though this is a tarmac, there are already more than a dozen reporters with powerful skills waiting, and at least two professional cameras are pointed at the "Sakura". It is conceivable that there must be more reporters and enthusiasts outside the airport.
"Mr. Tian called just now and said that he would come to the venue to greet Miss Xuemi. The lady refused on the excuse of being tired." Matsui Heishi continued to exert pressure. The little liar felt very bad. He looked ahead and met Ichi Xuemi.
The coming gaze.
Zhu Tong suddenly understood that Ichi Xuemi did not trust Matsui Heishi at all. Just last night, Ichi Xuemi wanted to persuade him to avenge his father; with Matsui Heishi's shrewdness, he would not fail to feel that Ichi Xuemi
Coldness and caution.
It seemed that something was wrong when he returned to Shanghai this time, at least it was not as simple as he thought.
Zhu Tong tilted his head and looked at Matsui Heishi. Of course, nothing could be seen from the surface. The so-called knowing people, knowing faces but not knowing the heart, the thoughts of rich people are as difficult to guess as the thoughts of women; they all have to go to great lengths to keep something.
Scheming.
"Miss Mei, you should invite Miss Xuemei to stay at Broken Snow Garden for two days." The little liar suddenly had an inspiration. There are only two places near Shanghai where he feels safe, both of which are in Suzhou.
Compared with Xiaguang Temple, Suixueyuan is more suitable for entertaining a noble lady like Ichixuemi.
"Are you afraid that Miss Xuemei won't appreciate the glory?" Mei Lanting is eager to have the opportunity to get close to Jingchi Xuemei and create a gallery. Of course, the more wealthy people she knows, the better.
"Sir, this is a great arrangement. Are Mr. and Pingzhi going too?" Jingchi Xuemei only hesitated for three seconds, that is, she and Zhu Tong looked at each other for three seconds before she understood that living in Suixueyuan is the best option.
Only in a safe place can we take the initiative to transcend other things.
"We stay in Shanghai. Broken Snow Garden is the essence of Suzhou gardens. There, Miss Xuemei can be entertained by Miss Mei's grandfather, the master of traditional Chinese painting, Ma Ye. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I, Heping Zhijun, will go see Miss Xuemei. Just be careful.
Click." Zhu Tong winked at Mei Lanting, meaning that I've left him in your hands, and you can blackmail me as you please.
"What are you careful about?" Mei Lanting asked dissatisfied.
"snake."
"Snake? It's winter now."
"There are snakes in winter too." Xuemei Jingchi gestured seriously: "Big, big snakes."
It is obviously not appropriate for Xuemi Ichi to go to the Snow Park alone as a guest, even though there is her personal assistant on the plane.
The "Sakura" stayed at Hongqiao Airport for three hours, during which time only two passengers got off. After Mr. Matsui got on the plane, the "Sakura" took off again. This time the destination was Hangzhou Xiaoshan International Airport. Jingchi Xuemei
From there, the lady will transfer to Suzhou Snow Park, and Matsui Shiki will accompany her.
The reporters waiting inside and outside the airport were a little disappointed not to see Xuemi Ichi, but most of them were excited when they saw "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang" appear in front of them.
From the tarmac to exiting customs and getting into the high-end RV picked up by Kazuo Ikeda, Zhu Tong kept smiling and nodding, but did not answer any questions.
"Mr. Li, how do you feel?" The RV started and drove onto the airport expressway. Matsui Heishi raised the isolation window and teased the little liar.
"Not bad, not bad, but I'm just not used to it." Zhu Tong twisted his slightly sore neck. Behind him was Kazuo Ikeda's escort car, and behind him, a series of reporters' cars chasing after them. It seemed that it was impossible to return to the Ocean Hospital Apartment.
Yes.
"Where does Heishi-kun live?"
"Jinjiang Hotel. Aren't you going home, sir?"
"The way I am now, I have no choice but to disturb Mr. Ping Zhi. It's hard to return home." The little liar sighed, looking at the high-rise buildings outside the window and thinking to himself: Where in Shanghai is his home?
"I didn't expect you and the lady to return to Shanghai at this time." Matsui Heizhi suddenly said this.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the car became a bit dull, even embarrassing.
I hope Tong Xin will be vigilant. With Matsui Heishi's upbringing, if he doesn't have some evil intentions, he will not make the guest feel uncomfortable; besides, this guest is his grandfather's savior.
When did it start? Zhu Tong took the red wine that Matsui Heishi poured from the refrigerator in the car and shook it slightly to look for clues.
Well, maybe it was because I saw Ichi Xuemi's attitude on the plane, maybe...
Damn it, does Heishi Matsui think something happened between him and his prospective fiancée?