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

It is not uncommon for a young girl to be in love.

Especially when the person is your savior who descends from the sky on a colorful cloud when you are most desperate and helpless.

If you are not in Lin Siting's position, you will never understand how terrible it was to have the tip of the knife pressed against your neck and to be on the verge of death and suffocation.

Even though more than a decade had passed, she would still dream of that scene that was like a maggot on the tarsal bone every night.

When she was struggling desperately and drowning, the only person who reached out and pulled her out of the nightmare was Li Sutong.

Seventeen years passed in the blink of an eye, and she blossomed from the flower season of eighteen years old into a rose in the moist rainy season. However, this flower that others desire but cannot obtain, is unwilling to be picked even though it is within reach of some people.

So this feeling becomes old wine, which becomes more mellow as it ages.

Li Sutong is a master, so how could he not understand Lin Siting's intentions? But the fact that he could understand them did not mean he would accept them.

The flowers on the mountain top in the eyes of others are nothing but ordinary to him. There are so many beautiful flowers in this world, but they cannot compare to the endless road of martial arts.

"I asked someone to prepare the magnolia planted by your Aunt Luo. It can warm the lungs and open the orifices. Drinking more will be good for your rhinitis."

Li Sutong took out a handbag from the trunk with a look of concern on his face.

In a sense, Lin Siting also grew up under his care. Even though he cannot accept her friendship, it does not prevent him from caring about the younger generation.

It seemed like an ordinary thing to him, but it made Lin Siting's emotions suddenly stagnate, and for no reason, she felt a little more resentful and jealous.

She quickly suppressed her strange emotions, smiled faintly, and said, "Thank you." She still didn't call him Uncle Li.

Zhu Shao sighed and patted Li Sutong's shoulder lightly, "Yanjun has passed away for twenty years, it's hard for you to still take care of that magnolia."

"Twenty-one years, four months and three days." Li Sutong smiled at Zhu Shao as if nothing had happened. "You were the person Yanjun admired the most when she was in school. Don't forget her death anniversary."

"I didn't really take it seriously. It's just a pity to see it grow so tall without me noticing. Besides, magnolia can be used as medicine, so keeping it will be useful."

There was no trace of nostalgia in the corners of his eyes and brows. After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the crowd that was waiting eagerly, leaving only his back to the two of them.

Zhu Shao shook his head silently and said no more.

Lin Siting stared at the tall figure with her eyes wide open, her emotions almost overflowing.

She had lamented more than once why she was not the one that man was tied to.

Didn't take it seriously? She wanted to believe it, but the years and months in the words were not believable.

……

"Secretary Zhu." Han Chen trotted past the others and met two figures in front and behind, "President Li."

"I haven't seen you for a few months. You two seem to have lost some weight."

Zhu Shao shook hands with him and said simply, "How come you have grown taller? You must be 1.85 meters tall or above."

Li Sutong, however, ignored all those who came forward to greet him and walked straight towards the Biyun Pavilion.

After talking to Zhu Shao, Han Chen quickly made way. His peripheral vision fell on the figure of Li Sutong, who ignored his outstretched hand, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

After Zhu Shao greeted some people, he asked inconspicuously, "Have the Yan family arrived?"

He didn't have a specific person to ask. Fang Chengyu waited for a few seconds and found that no one around answered, so he took over the conversation, "Not here yet. Brother Han and I came the earliest, and we didn't see the Yan family come up."

The nobleman from Qingjiang standing next to Zhu Shao still had a dignified look on his face, but in his heart he could see through the Fang family for no reason.

The fact that such a stupid son can be shown in public probably shows the level of the Fang family's generation.

Zhu Shao and Li Sutong have a special relationship, so it's not a big problem for him to ask this question, but who are you, Fang? How could you openly board the Zhu family's boat and embarrass the Yan family?

The sick tiger of the Yan family is not dead yet.

In the Biyun Pavilion, Li Sutong stood with his hands behind his back, and no one dared to approach him within a few feet.

His external identity is the vice president of the Chamber of Commerce, but almost everyone present today knows his other identity.

The master of Huajin.

He usually behaves in a gentle and polite manner, and seems to have some confidence in trying to make friends. But now he is standing there with a sullen face, and no one dares to approach him and offend him.

Li Sutong could see the Yanshui River wrinkled by the wind without leaving the pavilion.

The kindness and friendliness he had shown in front of Lin Siting just now had now completely turned into a suffocating feeling as if a dark cloud was covering the city.

Although only his back was shown to everyone, an inexplicable pressure came over him, causing everyone's voices to become much softer.

Lin Siting hesitated for a moment and was about to walk into the pavilion when someone grabbed her wrist.

"Let your Uncle Li be alone for a while. After all, the people you'll be meeting later are from the Yan family." Zhu Shao shook his head at her calmly and found a barely acceptable reason.

Lin Siting took a deep breath and stopped being stubborn.

But when she looked at that straight back, she always felt that it was inexplicably bent a little.

Time passed, and nearly half an hour had passed since Li Sutong went up the mountain.

Some people outside the pavilion began to whisper.

"Grandmaster Li came to Yanshan in person to give them enough face, but the Yan family still doesn't plan to send anyone?"

The middle-aged man who was speaking was wearing a famous watch worth nearly 10 million yuan, but judging from his expression, he was obviously in the lower middle class.

"Someone from the Yan family will definitely come, but I'm not sure whether it will be the eldest son Yan Cheng or the second son Yan Chuan." Although the voice was soft, the tone was firm.

"It is said that Grandmaster Li specifically requested to see the rumored Third Miss Yan. I don't know what the meaning is."

"Miss Yan San actually represents the Yan Chuan lineage. If this is the case, it means that Mr. Yan still values ​​Yan Cheng more."

Han Chen looked at the person who said this with some surprise. It turned out to be a member of the Qingyun Chu family who had remained silent.

With his intelligence, he could easily figure out this principle, but he didn't expect that the Chu family would not manage Qingyun well, but instead comment on the Yan family's affairs.

He was about to speak when he heard the continuous roar of car engines behind him.

Looking back, I saw at least a dozen black cars driving up the winding mountain road in a row.

When the sound of car doors closing in succession was heard, everyone except Li Sutong turned around.

Li Sutong, with his status as a grandmaster, has suppressed many aristocratic families in Qingjiang Province so much that they dare not express their opinions. However, this does not mean that they dare to challenge the Yan family openly.

Even a sick tiger can eat people.

Yan Weiguo, with a pale face, just got off the car. His old eyes swept across the faces of everyone in front of him and instantly matched them one by one in his mind.

He closed the car door silently and strode forward, followed by a group of younger generations of the Yan family. Except for the eldest son Yan Cheng, almost all of them were present.

"Yan Cheng didn't come." Han Chen lowered his head and reminded Fang Chengyu who was peeking out, "Old Yan probably doesn't want to hinder the eldest brother. I'm afraid that the second master of the Yan family will have to bear the loss today."

Fang Chengyu nodded as if he understood something. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes just stood there, motionless.

Han Chen frowned and looked in the direction of his gaze. After just one glance, he felt the blood in his internal organs rushing out.

That red dress was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen in his life.