Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Lu Zijun's home is not on Nangang West Street.

Xia Wanwan drove through the town near Nangang Street and entered a rural road.

It wasn't until about ten minutes later that we stopped in front of a three-story small foreign-style building.

"Mr. Jiang, we're here." She turned off the vehicle, got down first and opened the back door.

Jiang Ran looked at the self-built house in front of him. The decoration style with real stone paint and floor-to-ceiling windows looked much more beautiful than most pigeon cages in the city.

"Lu Zijun's father went to sea with a ship in the early years, and then gradually started working alone. He has made a lot of money these years."

As soon as Xia Wanwan locked the car, two people came out of the house.

After the younger one focused his eyes to see who was coming, two dimples quickly appeared on his face.

She had not seen the other person when she sent Lu Zijun home before, but she had seen him in the alley behind Golden Years.

"Big brother." Lu Zijun broke away from the hand that was holding him, trotted up to Jiang Ran with an innocent smile on his face, suppressed the joy in his heart, and shouted crisply.

Lu Zihan was wearing striped home pajamas, and her eyes were a little red under her rimless glasses. It was obvious that she had just cried a lot.

When she saw Jiang Ran, she was a little frightened when she recalled what happened before, but when she saw her sister's behavior, she became obviously confused.

"You left in such a hurry before, I didn't even have time to say thank you!"

Lu Zijun shrugged his little nose and took out a small bag of pickled pepper-flavored konjac juice from the abdominal pockets on both sides. "Here, this stuff is delicious. When I came back, I asked Sister Xia to help me buy two." Big bag.”

No matter how smart she is, she is still a child, and her idea of ​​inviting Jiang Ran to eat snacks is very simple.

Xia Wanwan reached out to take Konjac Shuang, touched the little girl's head, and said with a smile in her eyes: "Is this your sister?"

Lu Zijun immediately twitched his lips at this interruption, with a hint of disdain, "Although I don't want to admit it, this idiot is indeed my sister... Her name is Lu Zihan."

Benbi took a big step forward, rushed forward and tapped her chestnut with his fingers, holding his breath and looking at Jiang Ran cautiously.

"Jiang...Brother Jiang." The simple name came out of her mouth intermittently.

"Did you save my sister?" There was a bit more enthusiasm and gratitude in this sentence.

Jiang Ran didn't answer her words. He looked at the half-open door and asked lightly: "Is your father at home?"

Lu Zihan didn't hear the answer she wanted, but seeing her sister's behavior when she saw her idol, she already made a decision in her heart.

"My dad injured his leg a few days ago and has been recovering at home."

Jiang Ran frowned slightly and walked directly into the house.

Lu Zijun jumped behind him, "Brother, what are you doing with my dad?"

Lu Zihan, who was left behind, bowed to Xia Wanwan with a hint of apology: "Thank you for sending Zijun home."

"If you want to thank me, just thank Mr. Jiang. Without him, she and the other children may not have the chance to go home."

Xia Wanwan's words were unclear. This involved Xie Heng, who wanted to maintain stability, and Jiang Shouye, who was holding back and was willing to cut off an arm.

Among the four children locked in the secret room, except for Lu Zijun, who had a normal mentality, the other three had more serious psychological problems than the last and needed a long period of psychological treatment to recover.

Will Jiang Shouye really "rescue" these children?Will Xie Heng let another incident of such a vile nature be exposed right under his nose?

The best outcome is to wait until the storm subsides before letting them go. As for the worst outcome... Xia Wanwan doesn't dare to think deeply about it.

As long as Jiang Ran intervened, the official people didn't see these children at all, and Xie and Jiang would ignore a lot of things in a tacit understanding.

How could Lu Zijun return home safe and sound?It all depends on Jiang Ran.

The living room in the house seemed extremely spacious. There was a middle-aged man lying on the sofa directly opposite the wall-mounted TV. His facial features were vaguely similar to those of the Lu sisters. Lu Zihan's dazed temperament might have been inherited from him.

The man put a thin quilt on his legs and looked towards the door.

"Zijun, come here." When he saw his daughter following a young man with a backpack, his eyes were a little solemn, and he waved his hand to signal her to come to him.

"Brother, please find a place to sit by yourself. My dad's legs are probably uncomfortable again."

Lu Zijun raised his head and squeezed out his two dimples, then quickly dimpled them as he ran to the sofa, his little face full of concern.

Jiang Ran sat directly on the single sofa beside the long table, his eyes swept over the man who held Lu Zijun in his arms and stroked his head, staring at him with a solemn expression.

Lu Jiangang has been on the boat since he was 15 years old, and he has never seen such sinister hearts and storms.

In the early years, when dockworkers fought, there were many instances of brains splattered on the deck, but never before had anyone exuded such a strong smell of blood from head to toe.

Not the taste, but the feel.

Perhaps it can also be said to be a keen instinct. When he was 42 years old, he met an old man who said that if he practiced martial arts with this kind of instinct, he could "predict the enemy's opportunity first."

But in the end, the other party just sighed a few times with regret and said twice that it was a pity.

Lu Jiangang wasn't sure whether the man was talking nonsense or was telling the truth. He only knew that this instinct had saved his life many times.

In recent years, except for the dangerous aura he felt on Si Zhi Tan on East Second Street, and this time when his leg was injured, no one had ever given him this feeling.

The indifferent young man sitting on the sofa in front of him could be described in visual terms. As soon as he entered the door, he was filled with waves of blood and evil energy condensed into substance.

At this moment, if someone told him in front of him that the other party had just killed dozens of people, Lu Jiangang would believe it.

"Who are you?" He swallowed hard, his hand holding Lu Zijun trembling all the time.

"Nothing else." There was a hint of amusement in the corner of Jiang Ran's eyes, and he could clearly feel the fear deep in the heart of the man in front of him.

"Take me somewhere in your boat."

Lu Jiangang's heart skipped a beat, and he forced a smile and said, "Where do you want to go?"

His leg was injured, and he would definitely not agree if someone else came to charter the boat, but when facing Jiang Ran, he still felt scared from the bottom of his heart.

"Mr. Lu." Xia Wanwan walked into the room, looked at Jiang Ran who was taking a rest, and Lu Jiangang, who was so nervous that his face turned pale, and called out at the right time.

“Ms.

Seeing Xia Wanwan, who had sent her little daughter home more than two hours ago, turning back again, the gratitude in her heart temporarily suppressed her fear of Jiang Ran.

"Mr. Jiang." Xia Wanwan nodded to him, walked slowly to Jiang Ran's side, and saw that he was concentrating on peeling the pistachios on the table. She squatted down and grabbed a handful, "Let me peel them for you."

what's the situation?Lu Jiangang was a little dumbfounded and involuntarily moved his eyes to Lu Zihan.

Lu Zijun pinched his arm, and after attracting his attention, he glared at Lu Zihan arrogantly.

"Dad, don't look at that Peppa Pig. What can she know?"

"As you can see, this handsome big brother and Sister Xia saved me together!"

Before Lu Jiangang could be shocked, he was even more shocked.

An idea flashed in his mind, and he quickly figured it out. The real person who saved Lu Zijun was this murderous young man, and Xia Wanwan was just a foil.

"Zijun, Zihan, come here and kneel down." He pointed to the ground under Jiang Ran's feet and said in a very serious tone, "Thank you for saving me."

While Lu Zihan was still hesitating, Lu Zijun plopped down and knelt at Jiang Ran's feet, hugging his calf and crying like a drama queen, "Thank you, big brother, for saving my life. Zijun kowtows to you."

Before she even rubbed her forehead against Jiang Ran's calf a few times, two fingers grabbed her collar, lifted her up, and threw her onto the sofa nearby.

"There's no need for common courtesy. If you can still move, just sail on and see me off."

"You can move!" Lu Jiangang was afraid before, but now he was sincere. He walked up to Jiang Ran and asked, "When will we set off?"

Jiang Ran stood up from the sofa as straight as a spring, "Now."

Xia Wanwan grabbed more than 20 peeled pistachios in her hand and stood up: "Do you still want them?"

Jiang Ran glanced at her nonchalantly, then reached out to take the pistachios and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Zihan, take care of Zijun at home." Lu Jiangang stopped Lu Zihan who wanted to follow him out.

Lu Zijun was still on the sofa trying to imitate Jiang Ran's movement of standing up straight without using any force. At this moment, he finally realized that they were leaving and hurriedly slipped off the sofa and chased after them.

When I ran outside the door, I only saw the tail lights of the car speeding away. I couldn't help but stand there aggrievedly. After a long while, I turned my head and glanced at Lu Zihan, "Lu Peiqi, what's the big brother's name?"

"His name is Jiang Ran." Lu Zihan sighed quietly, always feeling that everything that happened after meeting Jiang Ran in the library was just a dream.