70s rebirth daily

It was Guangyang's big disciple Xuanzhen who called.

Song Fengchen didn't have a telephone at home, not because he didn't have money, but because he wasn't high enough and couldn't install it even if he wanted to.

The situation was urgent, and the port city had no choice but to call Cheng Hanfei.

"What do you say over there?" Song Fengchen frowned. Guangyang went to Hong Kong because of him. Now that something happened to Guangyang, he has to bear some responsibility.

Cheng Hanfei came in a hurry, and only vaguely remembered a few words: "Say it's Zong, Zong..."

"Zong Guiren." Song Fengchen said in a deep voice.

"Yes," Cheng Hanfei continued: "It is said that Zong Guiren came to the door. Master Guangyang accidentally got hit and was seriously injured. He is still unconscious."

How could Song Fengchen be able to sit still? He sank and said, "I wonder if Mr. Cheng can help me book a plane ticket to Hong Kong City tomorrow morning?"

"Okay." Cheng Hanfei nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly, it was nothing troublesome.

When Xu Shujian came back from visiting Liulichang, what he saw was the scene of Song Fengchen packing his luggage.

"Are you going out?" He put down the things in his hands, looked at the neatly arranged talisman papers, ink fountains, and copper coin swords in the suitcase...and asked.

"Well, something happened to my uncle, I have to go and have a look." Song Fengchen said.

Hearing this, Xu Shujian's good mood disappeared instantly.

How could Song Fengchen not understand Xu Shujian's meaning? He put down the shirt in his hand, walked over, hugged her in his arms, and said in a flattering tone, "What good things did you find today?"

Xu Shujian pursed her lips, looked up at Song Fengchen, and sighed slightly.

He picked up the wooden box in his hand, opened it and put it in front of Song Fengchen: "I found two snuff bottles. The agate one was a tribute from the Pope of Italy during the Yongzheng period, and the white jade dragon pattern was an imperial product during the Qianlong period."

Song Fengchen picked up the white jade dragon pattern snuff bottle, played with it carefully, and it felt good. He asked, "How much did you pay for it?"

"420 yuan, the owner is a smart guy, if something happened to the family and he was in a hurry to spend the money, he didn't plan to sell it at all."

The 420 yuan spent by Xu Shujian is not distressed at all. First, the two snuff bottles themselves are extremely valuable for collection; second, he is not short of money now. Thanks to the little guy, he has successfully entered He joined the circle of calligraphers of the older generation. Under their guidance, his calligraphy level has improved by leaps and bounds, and his retouching fee has also increased.

"Give it to me?" Song Fengchen was delighted.

Xu Shujian snorted softly, but said nothing.

"Okay." Song Fengchen kissed the corner of his tightly pursed lips, and coaxed: "When have I ever let you down, I promise, I will come back unscathed from this long trip."

Xu Shujian actually didn't like Song Fengchen's fighting and killing, not to mention that the Ding family's affairs could not be settled even by his uncle, which shows how dangerous it is.

"En." Xu Shujian snorted, because she knew that even if he objected, it would be useless.

Song Fengchen's heart was warm, and the heat burned up to five inches.

He was distracted, and it happened that during this time he was busy with his final review, and he hadn't touched Xu Shujian for several days.

Thinking of this, he put his arms around the corner of the mouth of the man in his arms, and touched down with his hands: "This time I go back to Hong Kong City, it may delay a lot of time... I have repaired the desk in the study, do you want to try it. "

Xu Shujian blushed in an instant, and before he could say 'dirty', his legs left the ground, and in a panic, he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the neck of the person under him...

When Song Fengchen arrived in Hong Kong, it was already afternoon, and the butler of Ding's family came to pick him up.

"Master Song, drink a bottle of Coca-Cola slowly." Seeing Song Fengchen's pale face, the butler understood, took out a glass bottle of Coca-Cola from the trunk of the car, opened it with a corkscrew and handed it to Song Fengchen .

Song Fengchen took it and raised his head and took two gulps. I don't know if it was due to psychological reasons or something else. After drinking half a bottle of Coke, his complexion really improved a lot.

He looked at the glass bottle in his hand. The mainland in this era has been out of touch with foreign countries for a long time, and this is the first time he has seen this kind of "drink that tastes a bit like traditional Chinese medicine" since his rebirth.

Generally speaking, the taste is similar to that of later generations, but it is a little too full of gas.

Just when Song Fengchen was hiccupping repeatedly, the Ding's villa arrived.

"Master Song, I'm really sorry to trouble you to come all the way here." Ding Sijing said excitedly.

The servant standing behind him quickly reached out to take the suitcase from Song Fengchen's hand.

"Young Guanzhu." Xuanzhen and the two shouted in unison, with bruised noses and swollen faces.

After the accident in Guangyang, the two who hadn't seen much of the world immediately lost their positions. It was only after Ding Sijing reminded them that they remembered to ask Song Fengchen who was far away in the capital for help.

With the arrival of Song Fengchen, most of their concerns finally fell.

"Mr. Ding, two senior brothers." Song Fengchen nodded slightly, as a courtesy: "How is the uncle?"

"From noon yesterday until now, I have been in a coma." Xuan Zhen looked worried.

"Go and see him first." Song Fengchen only said.

"it is good."

Guangyang was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his face pale.

Song Fengchen took off his coat and walked over, his gaze fell directly on Guangyang's chest.

He bent down, lifted the thin quilt on Guangyang's body, and tore off his clothes to see a dark palm print.

"This is—" Song Fengchen's pupils tightened, and he said word by word, "Desperate Palm!"

"Desperate Palm?" Xuanzhen always felt that the name sounded familiar, he thought about it carefully, and then his expression changed.

There are two types of Jue Ming Palm: Yin Yang Jue Ming Palm.Yang palms can injure people at close range, after being slapped on a person, within seven days, the person with the palm will bleed to death from seven orifices.The shadow palm can be used against the opponent's substitute, and the person in the palm will be riddled with various diseases and eventually die suddenly.

This technique is particularly sinister, so when the master teaches the method, he usually draws a bottom line for his disciples, it is not the revenge of killing his father and taking his wife, and he must not use this method to harm others.

And to untie this palm, the only way is to use the heart and flesh of the person performing the palm as medicine.

Trouble!

Song Fengchen frowned: "What's going on?"

He knew Guangyang's abilities, so could it be that Zong Guiren was really that powerful?

The expressions of Xuanzhen and the two changed, and they looked at a young man on Ding Sijing's left with a look of resentment.

Hearing this, Ding Sijing raised his foot and kicked the young man's calf. Unexpectedly, the young man staggered and knelt on the ground.

He shrank his body while panting, and hardly dared to look directly at Song Fengchen and the others.

Ding Sijing looked guilty, gritted his teeth and said, "It's all caused by this little bastard."

Guangyang knows that the current situation is that the enemy is in the dark and we are in the open. In order to ensure the safety of Ding's family, the first thing he did when he arrived in Hong Kong was to ask Ding Sijing to call all his family back to this villa and order them to stop. They are not allowed to go out within a certain period of time, and a net has been set up outside the villa. People who are outside the villa must be searched carefully to identify their identities.

After more than a month without incident, Zong Guiren never showed up, and the vigilance of the Ding family gradually dropped.Ding Sijing was alright, he cherished his life and could bear his temper even more.When it comes to the juniors of Ding’s family, it’s no good. Being detained at home and not allowed to go out is the same as being in prison, boring and aggrieved.

Just at this time, the young man's friends called him.Under their provocation, the young man who was thinking of going out to get some fresh air resolutely threatened and lured him, bought a bodyguard and sneaked out.

In this way, the young man fell into Zong Guiren's hands.

When he came back, the bodyguard bribed by him was full of rejoicing that he was safe and returned safely, so why did he remember to search him.

Just like that, the young man led Zong Guiren's two big ghost kings and three big ghost generals into the gate of Ding's house grandly.

"It was also to save this little beast that Master Guangyang was seriously injured."