[Comprehensive martial arts] Strength won't let me keep a low profile

Rich and willful.

A reasonable reason to give away the property.

After Chi Zangfeng read the basic guide to martial arts written by Wang Lianhua on the spot, he had to admit that it was worth the money.

Even though it sounds very indecent, she was reluctant to spend a tael of silver in exchange for a pile of property and land, and promised to do her best to fulfill Wang Lianhua's entrustment.

As much rights as you enjoy, you have to bear as many responsibilities.

Some conditions seem simple, but hidden dangers cannot be predicted.

This commitment was not put in black and white.

Wang Lianhua only asked Chi Zangfeng to swear to the sky, and he will fulfill the agreement on his own initiative in the future.

But I don't know that for a monk, the oath made to the sky is far more binding than that written on paper.

After a suona song, one person handed over the property easily, and one person reluctantly took over the huge fortune.

The two filed records with the government in accordance with formal procedures, and said goodbye at the rosy Quanzhou port.

Who would have thought that a gift involving nearly tens of millions of gold would happen within two hours, and even more so between two strangers who only met once.

Ridiculous?

Perhaps, this is the rivers and lakes.

Wang Lianhua waved her sleeves and walked gracefully, expressing that since the store has changed hands, it is up to Chi Zangfeng to decide whether the shop assistants will stay or not.He didn't hide anything privately, and he also left behind the token that can command all personnel.

The black iron token was forged by his mother, Wang Yunmeng, and the three-character Tianyun Order was written on it.Looking closely at the engravings on the card, the sea of ​​clouds is churning, which seems to have the breath of the sky.

Chi Zangfeng has already confirmed that Wang Lianhua's identity is not simple.

Now that she has taken over the big stalls, she has no plans to change the old system of each store in recent years, anyway, she has no plan to develop into a rich man known all over the country.

The so-called wealth is not revealed, and clothes go out at night.

Except for the shopkeeper Jia of the coffin shop, and Ji Bingyan, who was invited to make a fortune together, the others only knew that the owner of the coffin shop had changed, but they didn't know the details of the transaction.

Four or five months in a blink of an eye.

The thunder of stinging insects means that the spring of the new year is approaching.

At this time, the coffin shop in Quanzhou had been renamed and hung with a plaque of "The Story of Lianhua".

Chi Zangfeng has nowhere to tell about the distress of getting rich overnight, but fortunately, the busyness for this is not in vain, and the dynamics of all industries are operating normally.

Shopkeeper Jia continued to stay in office. He has no relatives alive, and running the store has become the greatest joy of life, but he took the initiative to hand over the right to manage the accounts to Ji Bingyan, a financial expert.

The spring breeze blows.

A letter from Dengfeng City in the Central Plains blew in.

""Singing in May, I invite Jun Dengfeng to gather together to discuss the repair of the pagoda mausoleum."

Chi Zangfeng looked at the inscription 'Tianquan' on the letter, and confirmed to Ji Bingyan, "Tianquan, this name sounds familiar. Is the abbot of Northern Shaolin who just took office a dharma name Tianquan?"

The person who wrote the letter was exactly one of the records in Wang Lianhua's repayment list.But the identities of those old friends were not marked on the roster.

Ji Bingyan gave a definite answer, "The Tianzi generation is the mainstay of Shaolin today. There is Tianfeng in the south and Tianquan in the north. The two are the new abbots of Shaolin in the north and south.

Years ago, it was rumored that the oldest elder of the Northern Shaolin Dharma Institute was seriously ill.The repair of the pagoda mausoleum mentioned in the letter is probably related to that elder. "

Although it is related, it has not been reported that anyone in the Bodhidharma Institute has died of illness, and they are scheduled to meet again in three months. I think that elder can last for a while.Repairing the pagoda mausoleum where the ashes are placed in advance is in line with the current customs, and it is normal to repair the cemetery first if conditions permit.

Chi Zangfeng thought of another thing, "I went to Songshan in May, just in time for the excitement. There is a martial art exchange between the North and South Shaolin every seven years. In the spring and summer of this year, two masters from Shaolin Temple will gather in Songshan to hold a martial arts competition."

so what?

Ji Bingyan lacked interest.

Ever since he jumped to work as an accountant in the coffin shop, he had a deep understanding of a truth.

The only way to relieve worries is to make money.The old love wounds are covered by the voice of planning, and they are not interested in watching the martial arts competition where fists and kicks are facing each other.

"Xiaochi, do you want to go to Mount Song in person?"

Ji Bingyan only asked about the shops, "If you go north to Songshan Mountain, if you go by water, you might as well take a sea boat to reach Jiangnan first. If you don't rush around, you can just visit a few shops in Jiangnan."

After the handover of the industry, there is always an on-site inspection.

Chi Zangfeng nodded, and had already made relevant plans.

A few months of study is enough for her to master the basic martial arts and start to explore and create a martial arts that suits her.There is no need to stay in Quanzhou for a long time, go out for a walk more, or you may encounter actual combat or opportunities.

Ji Bingyan said that he would go with him for a while, and when he arrived in Jiaxing, he would stay in Jiangnan to check the accounts.

After more than half a year, the two took the sea boat again.

The waves are still ups and downs, but the people on the same boat are all strangers.

Speaking of which, the case of the disappearance of the birthday passenger ship in August last year has not been solved.

The Jin family led people to search at sea for five months.During the period, the floating remains of some guests were found, and it was determined that the deceased was poisoned in front of him and killed without resistance.Later, suspicious traces of stationing were also found on a certain small island, but the building had already been deserted.

The Jin family could only return home unwillingly.

Those massacres seemed to disappear overnight and never appeared again.

Sea navigation was once shrouded in the shadow of death.

Time heals everything.After the new year, people seem to have forgotten the sudden danger of last year, and the number of people traveling by sea boat has not decreased but increased.

As expected by most people, the trip did not encounter any danger.

Chi Zangfeng and Ji Bingyan arrived at Hangzhou Port smoothly. The two acted separately and went to different branches for investigation.

**

Jiaxing City, surrounded by canals, gathers water from all directions.

Such a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River, with soft red fragrant soil and heavy traffic.

In the suburbs of Jiaxing, at noon.

A 15-year-old boy in Tsing Yi came from the west.

He ate his dry food and drank a few sips of water, preparing to rest for a while before heading towards Jiaxing City.

Find a big stone to sit down, look at the mountains and mountains in the distance, take off the purple bamboo flute that you carry with you, and give the sound of a flute to Qingshan to listen to.

The sound of the flute curls up, sometimes like a ring, sometimes melodious and ethereal.

The music drifts away with the wind, and wherever it reaches, there is a bit of a fish swimming out of its ears, and six horses leaning on their hay.

"Zi-"

Suddenly, the young man in Tsing Yi swiped his finger and caught his breath in his throat.The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and it was rare for him to make mistakes and get out of tune when playing.

I just heard a suona explode on the ground in the distance!

A group of people dressed in sackcloth marched to the east.

The coffin-carriers, the mourners, and two or three people opened the way ahead, beating gongs and drums to scare away all the small animals.

The leader is the youngest boy in the group.About 13 years old, holding a suona, shaking his head and playing earnestly, leading the funeral procession forward, and then forward.

In broad daylight, the sky is bright.

The flute played by the young man in Tsing Yi from the west collided with the suona tune played by the funeral leader from the east in the wilderness.

Winning or losing is clear at a glance.

Once the suona comes out, who dares to fight for the front!

What is it all about!How could Xiao lose to Suona?

The young man in Tsing Yi took a deep breath, and took another deep breath, trying to suppress a wave of depression.

He is indeed a very reasonable person.In the countryside, no one cares who is playing the music, let alone blame the funeral procession for interrupting his pleasure.

Before hitting him head-on, the young man in Tsing Yi turned around and walked away with a dark face.

Although he was depressed in his heart, he didn't blurt out bad luck.Everyone is mortal, and one should never speak ill of a funeral procession.

The young man in Tsing Yi came from Yunnan and returned to his hometown in Jiangnan for the first time.

This time I have a job to do.Nothing else, just finding a reliable funeral shop and finalizing the family cemetery.

Enter Jiaxing City.

After half a day of searching, I couldn't find a suitable store.

Before you know it, the moon is hanging on the willow branches, and the lanterns are just beginning to come on.

At the end of the feasting, there is a coffin shop hung with white lanterns.

"The Story of Lianhua?"

The young man in Tsing Yi stopped in front of the door, looked up at the shop plaque, and then looked down at the yellowed map, did the owner change?After shopping all afternoon, he felt that other shops were not good enough, so he finally found the shop that his father remembered from his childhood.

This place should have been Wang Senji, a strange coffin shop.

Those who have been there say it is good, but along with the excellent word-of-mouth, there are also weird rumors of ghosts in red.

Of course, that was more than 30 years ago. Later, my grandfather was demoted to Yunnan, and the whole family moved to Lijiang to live.

No one has returned to their hometown in Jiangnan in these years.

Until the beginning of this year, the new emperor rehabilitated a group of veterans.Grandfather is also among them, but he can no longer thank the emperor, because he has passed away more than ten years ago.

The young man in Tsing Yi disdained the court's belated order very much, and mourning and honoring after death could not change his grandfather's miserable life for half his life.

Having said that, he does not object to Ye Luo returning to his roots proposed by his father.My father made it clear that he didn't want to go back to live in Jiangnan when he was old. In the early years, his grandfather sold the family property and it was impossible to get it back. Now he just wants to re-select a place with good geomantic omen, so that the whole family can sleep here in the future.

This task fell to the young man in Tsing Yi.

But when he looked at the shop that had been renamed, the word Lianhua was unavoidably romantic. How could a serious coffin shop have such a name?

"Guest officer, do you want to come in and take a look?"

Shopkeeper Hao saw a figure hovering at the door of the store. Usually he was not so active in soliciting customers, but now the inspector's new owner was sitting at the counter.

At noon today, the new owner personally participated in the funeral band.

Not to mention going to the trouble of dressing up as a man, and doing as the Romans do in a professional spirit, because the local customs prefer that the funeral procession is all men see off.

The owner set a good example before, how can the shopkeeper be lazy now.

Seeing the hesitation on the face of the young man in Tsing Yi at the door, shopkeeper Hao asked someone to come in and take a look in a warm tone.

"My family provides a variety of funeral services, sells coffins of various materials, provides acupoint acupuncture, and can order funeral music and other one-stop services. If you need anything, please ask."

The young man in Tsing Yi hesitated slightly, but still crossed the threshold.

Upon entering the store, the coffin shop is a bit old. Unlike the new plaque at the entrance, the store has not been redecorated.

But judging from the wooden templates on display, they are really good coffin woods.Looking at the tablet samples on one side, the carving patterns are all excellent.

Based on comprehensive judgment, this store is very professional and should not be preconceived based on the store name alone.

There is only one small problem.

The young man in Tsing Yi saw the girl behind the counter who was reading a book.

The candle was flickering, and the girl seemed to be surrounded by a faint golden light, but she saw a suona by her hand.

When Chi Zangfeng saw a visitor coming in, he also put down his book and nodded politely.With a sweep of his gaze, he locked directly on the bamboo flute hanging by the visitor's waist.Seeing this person's complexion changed slightly in an instant, no need to ask, this person is very likely to be her defeated opponent.

To be precise, at noon, the suona sound was too domineering, and the sound of the Xiao could not stop.

Chi Zangfeng smiled politely.

She assured that this was a polite smile, expressing a sincere welcome to the customers who came to the door.

The corners of the youth in Tsing Yi's mouth were slightly stiff, why did he have a faint feeling of being ridiculed?

But a closer look at the little girl's beauty and beauty, as if nothing had happened, makes it impossible to determine whether she is the suona player at noon.

Youth in Tsing Yi: Here comes the problem.Is he suffering from paranoia now, or is his desire to win and lose reminding him that his opponent has appeared?