My super open life

"Although bragging is not taxable, it is easy to cause misjudgment. You'd better tell the truth."

"Hahahaha, you're thinking too much. Our Wan family has been keeping a low profile just because we like it, not because we want to avoid our opponents. Besides, we really don't need to use our mouths to declare our strength."

"Very well, I believe you, my first goal, or the first thing, is to let Wang Pengyu die."

Wan Dongfeng was silent.

Wan Nianqing smiled and said, "You're scared."

Wan Dongfeng shook his head: "Impossible."

"Then why don't you dare to nod?"

"I'm just wondering... how much of this decision of yours was impulsive."

"What if this decision of mine is all on the spur of the moment?"

"you win."

"Very well, I believe you are sincere."

"Of course, I only have your son, and everything in my future will belong to you—now, it's time to prove that you can take on this important task.

Of course, the resources you can use are limited now..."

"I don't need too many resources, I just need a little Qixiansan, including the scorching sun and long song..."

"These are two highly poisonous things..."

"Since there is a need to kill, there is no one that is noble."

Wan Dongfeng laughed loudly: "It really is my Wan Dongfeng's son, it really is my Wan Dongfeng's son, I am waiting for your good news."

"It's not going to be good news..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wan Dongfeng laughed wildly and left.

Wan Nianqing turned the refill in his hand, and muttered slightly: "Suddenly I feel... pretending to be stupid is actually quite happy...

But, I can't go back. "

……

Two hundred miles away from Luxi, Rizhao Mountain.

The mountain is 800 meters high and climbs gently. At the top of the mountain, there is a famous nunnery.

Jianfu Temple.

It's just that this nunnery has never been open to the outside world, and only a few people have seen the scene of the nunnery's main gate being opened, so there are many rumors around it.

On this day, dozens of luxury cars suddenly came to the foot of Rizhao Mountain from all directions, and countless foot-lifting brothers at the foot of the mountain carried dozens of earthen sedan chairs and rushed towards the top of the mountain.

When I got to the top of the mountain, I found that the gate of Jianfu'an was open.

Everyone filed into the nunnery, and the gate was slowly closed.

After entering the compound, there is a huge hall. In front of the hall, there is a two-foot-long incense burner, which is as tall as a person, but there is no incense ash inside.

In the main hall, facing the statue of the Bodhisattva, a person is sitting on the futon, knocking on the wooden fish with peace of mind, and chanting non-stop.

Everyone could only hear the sound of wooliwala, but nothing else, so they all entered the hall.

An old voice among the crowd said: "President Mu, you didn't invite everyone here today to let everyone watch you chant sutras, did you?"

Another person couldn't help mocking: "Pretending to be a ghost."

The third person said: "Could it be that Chairman Chengmu wants to give us all his property?"

The fourth person said: "If this is the case, I am a little more modest, as long as 1/4."

The fifth person sneered: "I have seen shameless people before, but I have never seen such shameless people like you. If you want 1/4, how will the rest be divided? Isn't it your responsibility if other people fight? So the best The solution is to give me all the property that Chairman Mu has, so that you will not fight.

Am I a great kind person? "

The sixth person said with a smile: "You guys don't want to mess with each other, don't you just ignore you if you don't look at President Mu?"

The seventh person said: "Since you ignore us, why invite us here?"

The eighth person said: "It seems that President Mu is about to leave the mundane world, is this asking us to be her pilgrims?"

The ninth person was even more anxious: "Be quick, what do you want to do? No one is here to chat with you."

……

The crowd was chattering.

After a while, Mu Linglong quietly turned around.

Looking past these people's faces, Mu Linglong said softly: "The big guys are here."

"You said this is the last meeting of the Old Knife Society, no matter what, we will come."

"Yeah, you have been looking forward to this meeting for a long time, and there is no way to delay it any longer. To make a conclusion here today is also a friendship between old swordsmen."

"Everyone, please take a seat."

Mu Linglong pointed to a row of futons in the main hall, and said to everyone.

"There won't be explosives under this futon, will there?"

"Ha ha……"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Mu Linglong didn't give an explanation, and these other people laughed out loud.

"To be honest, I wouldn't have come if you hadn't said that this meeting was the last meeting of the Old Knife Club."

"That's right, the old knife will become what it is today in your hands. You are wise if you can turn your back on your way."

"Do you know how many things you have delayed? It can be said that death is to blame."

"..."

"Have you all finished?" Mu Linglong said softly, "If you keep talking like this, this meeting may not be finished for a few days."

"Humph……"

"For so many years, the Old Sword Society has not done you any harm. Now that you have gained considerable status in the world, it is time for you to repay the Old Sword Society. It seems that you have forgotten what to do."

"Everything we have, we have worked hard with our brains. Is it possible that success should be counted on your head?"

"Please put on your beast masks," Mu Linglong said.

A dozen people slowly took out the masks they carried with them, put them on, and sat down on the futon.

Mu Linglong smiled and shook her head: "The twelve divine beasts have now reached eleven, which is great. It hasn't been this neat for a long time. Let's have a meeting."

"Okay, President Mu, who should take the responsibility for the matter of Fengjin Racecourse? I invested so much money, it can't just be over in silence." At this moment, the man wearing the strong beam mask asked aloud .

Mu Linglong: "Then who do you think should be held responsible?"

"There are only two people who should be held responsible, one is you and the other is Li Huaishui."

"Very good." Mu Linglong said with a smile: "Your family shoulders the heavy responsibility of the old sword society, but the number of old sword society has not increased but decreased in the past ten years, but the expenses have increased by three times. Can I tell you why?"

"How many times has the price increased in these years? You are not blind, you must be able to see it. Besides, the reputation of the Old Daoist Society is declining, and it is getting worse every day. Whoever chooses the Old Swordsmanship? The responsibility should be on you. Not on me."

"Really? This reason is reasonable, but in the past ten years, the number of warriors in your family has quadrupled. Can you tell me, where did the money come from?"

"You..." Qiang Liang couldn't catch his breath, he paused and said: "It seems that you are really not the material to be the president, and our family members, Ding Xingwang, are actually jealous of you."

"Ha ha……"