Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Wu Fuqian certainly never imagined that he would have a day to live. When he opened his eyes, he was in an unfamiliar environment. He wanted to get up, but the pain in his chest and back made him almost suffocate.

In desperation, he could only take a rough look at the house. The decoration was extremely simple, even a little rough, not like a wealthy family.

"Is...is anyone there?" He asked intermittently, his voice was also unusually low, thinking that no one would hear him except himself.

Not long after, a person gently opened the door from the outside, and Wu Fuqian looked at the door curiously.

It was Qiu Zui who came in. He was carrying the decoction and was carefully moving towards the bedside. When he came to the bedside and saw Wu Fuqian staring at him with wide-eyed eyes, the medicine bowl in his hand fell on the bed without any suspense. On the ground, it fell to pieces.

Wu Fugan looked curiously at the other party's pale face from shock, and said, "Who are you?"

Qiu Zui didn't answer, but turned around and immediately ran to the door, shouting into the yard: "Wake up, wake up, your leader is awake."

As soon as the voice finished speaking, the door was pushed open heavily. Yang Ming quickly ran to the bedside, stared at Wu Fuqian and said excitedly, "Clan Master, you are awake. We have been really anxious to death these few months."

"How many months?" Wu Fuqian was afraid that he had just woken up, and his mind was a little confused. He looked at Yang Ming suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong with me? How could I have been in a coma for several months?"

"Master, don't you remember how you got hurt?" Yang Ming asked tentatively.

"I just remember being locked up somewhere, and then someone came in and gave me a sword, but I really don't remember who it was." Wu Fuqian shook his head and said.

"Does the gang leader still remember the dust?"

"Remember, why is he here?" Wu Fuqian asked calmly.

"Not here, how could he be here." Yang Ming thought for a while and then asked anxiously, "Does the gang leader still remember the boss?"

"Who? Yan Qiaotian?" Wu Fuqian said suspiciously, "Remember, didn't we set up the Fenglei Gang to find out if he was the murderer who killed my mother?"

"Master, you finally remembered something, you scared me to death." Yang Ming patted his chest, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong with me? Have I lost my memory?" Wu Fuqian said with a slight smile.

"Oh, it's good to wake up. Let's explain these things slowly after the leader is ready." After Yang Ming finished speaking, he said to his subordinates who followed him into the house, "Hurry up and prepare another bowl of soup for the leader. Each one will stand like a wooden stake."

Qiu Zui wanted to leave with everyone, but Wu Fuqian called out, "Are you a newcomer to the gang? Just look at it."

Yang Ming quickly explained: "He is the junior brother of the head of the family, and he was specially left behind by Elder Qiu and the others before they left."

"The master's junior, could it be Yan Qiaotian's junior?" Wu Fuqian wanted to get up, but his body was limp as if he had no strength left.

Yang Ming stepped forward to support his body, and said, "The leader just woke up, so he should rest more."

"What's going on here? Is Elder Qiu Qiu Yeliang from Qingyun Club?" Wu Fuqian continued to ask.

"Yes, this matter is a bit complicated, let's wait until the leader's health is better." Yang Ming instructed.

"Ah, okay."

After several days of rest, Wu Fuqian's chaotic consciousness began to become clear. Standing on the balcony on the second floor of Tongji Hall, looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, his face was slightly radiant.

Yang Ming came behind him with the pills in his hand. Seeing his distant figure, he shook his head slightly, then put the pills down on the Eight Immortals table in the middle, and then walked slowly behind him and asked, "What is the leader thinking?"

"You said that snow mountain was originally the place where master Yan Qiaotian lived?" Wu Fuqian asked without turning his head.

Yang Ming walked up to him, looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance and murmured: "Yes, it's the residence of Old Man Tianxue, and Qiu Zui also lived there at the beginning."

Wu Fuqian turned around and looked at the Tongji Hall, and asked blankly, "You still say this is the property of their Qingyun Club?"

"Exactly, when the leader was injured, it was Elder Qiu who asked the anecdote of Tongji Hall to treat the leader's illness, and let us stay here." Yang Ming said.

"But I remember that we also have property in this small town, why do we live here?" Wu Fuqian asked inexplicably.

Yang Ming picked up the medicine bowl he was sitting on and carefully handed it to Wu Fuqian, saying: "We have the property, but we don't have such a person who can cure diseases, so Elder Qiu suggested that in order to help the Lord's illness, we should find someone who is proficient in medical skills for comparison." good."

"Why are they treating me so well?" Wu Fuqian frowned, drinking the medicine helplessly.

Yang Ming smiled with satisfaction: "Because the gang leader is the most important person to their leader, it is natural to treat the gang leader well."

"The most important person?" Wu Fuqian repeated, "Why the most important person?"

Yang Ming helped Wu Fugan to sit down, then looked him up and down curiously, and said, "Master, how many things do you remember? Do you remember Xiao Lang?"

"Xiao Lang? Is this person important?" Wu Fuqian asked Yang Ming, rolling his eyes.

"Does the gang leader know who the real murderer of your mother is?" Yang Ming didn't answer directly, but continued to ask.

"Isn't this the intention of setting up the Fenglei Gang? Why has it been found out now?" Wu Fuqian asked nervously.

"Didn't the gang leader always believe that it belonged to Yan Qiaotian?"

"Hmph, how is this possible?" Wu Fu said with a dry smile, "My father is getting old and his eyesight can't keep up, but my eyes are very bright. Then Yan Qiaotian is only in his early thirties, more than I am not much older, how could it be him?"

"So the leader believes that the enemy must be someone else?" Yang Ming asked.

"of course."

Yang Ming sighed slightly: "The boss finally remembered, oh, thank God."

"What's wrong? Did I lose my memory?" Wu Fuqian said with a smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Didn't I fail many beauties?"

"Master, your favorite beauty is the leader of Qingyun Club." Yang Ming said quickly.

"Yan Qiaotian?" Wu Fuqian said with a wry smile, "Yang Ming, are you out of your mind? I don't even know him, so how could I like him?"

"Master, you not only know him, but you have also been with him for several months. At the beginning, you always clamored to marry him, and you often said that even if he didn't want to marry, you could marry him. Still don’t remember?” Yang Ming said flatly, “It’s no wonder that you survived such a catastrophe, it’s a miracle that you survived, and it’s not an exaggeration to forget some things.”

"Yang Ming, are you serious?" Wu Fuqian stared at Yang Ming curiously and asked, "Then where is Yan Qiaotian? Since I like him so much, how can I be willing to separate from him?"

"Guangzhu, he is waiting for you at Jueming Ridge."