The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Ouch! Klop! Klop! Klop! Klop!"

Meng Lang stared dumbfoundedly at Ah Xing's chicken leg on his left and lamb chop on his right, all firing on the food on the table.

The big cheeks opened, and a chicken leg went in and out, as if it had been scraped with a boning knife.

Even the cartilage was chewed up and swallowed. Nothing wasteful at all.

Before he and Cheng Biao had even taken two bites, less than half of the food was gone.

"Cough!" Cheng Biao looked slightly embarrassed and coughed lightly.

Unexpectedly, Ah Xing didn't understand at all.

"Cousin, why don't you sigh? Why don't you rub your tail blade! Ouch!"

This is even more embarrassing.

"Uh... Brother Meng is laughing at me. This brother of mine has a big appetite."

"It's okay, it's okay, haha, even if you eat a small amount of food, you won't be able to achieve this physique. I think these muscles have been specially trained by Brother Xing, right?"

With his appetite and body shape, no wonder he wanted to be his bodyguard.

"Well! Ah Xing and I are both fellow villagers from Hujian. Ah Xing grew up in a temple and practiced the Five Ancestor Boxing since he was a child.

Don't look at him as a bit naive, but he can't fight with more than a dozen ordinary people. "

"Oh!" It turns out that the two of them were villagers who came out together, no wonder they have such a good relationship.

"What kind of fist is this Five Ancestor Fist? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Cheng Biao explained.

This "Five Ancestor Boxing" was created by Cai Yuming, a martial arts scholar from Jinjiang during the Xianfeng period of the Qing Dynasty.

He learned from the masters of Da Zun, Tai Zu, Xing Zhe, Arhat and White Crane Boxing, and created this unique boxing method, which is widely spread in southern Fujian and Southeast Asia.

The Five Ancestor Boxing has a brave and powerful shape, a majestic momentum, and strong and vigorous power. It is known as the "Vajra Power".

Hmm...this sounds amazing at first glance.

Meng Lang couldn't help but nod.

The number one thug chosen by his brother in the huge crowd must be pretty good. He could kill more than a dozen at a time. This shouldn't be Cheng Biao's deliberately exaggerated statement.

I just don’t know who is stronger between him and Yan Weiwei?

If "overclocking potion" is used on Ah Xing, can he confront the "assassin" head-on?

He was still thinking about the sliced ​​sample of the "assassin".

Even if you can trade one for one with the other party, it is definitely a profit!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but add a chicken leg to Ah Xing's plate...

This move immediately made Ah Xing look over with gratitude.

Although his mouth was full of food and he couldn't speak, but looking at that little look in his eyes, his favorability level definitely increased a lot.

"Brother Meng, come on, let me toast you first!" Cheng Biao raised his glass.

"There were so many people that day, but Brother Meng, you are the only one who is willing to stand up and speak out. I'd like to thank you for this cup first!"

Cheng Biao drank the wine in the glass and refilled it for himself.

"This cup is a tribute to my brother for saving my life! When we met by chance, my brother was willing to help me like this. I didn't tell you that from now on, my brother's business is my business, Cheng Biao!

I dare not say anything else. In this one-third of an acre of land in Su City, if you give me Cheng Biao's name, you will be more or less able to get along on the street and give me some face! "Another drink.

"Brother Biao is serious, this is all fate. Besides, helping others is helping yourself.

If you are so polite to me again, then I will really deserve it. "

Meng Lang said he felt guilty, but he really felt guilty.

Not to mention the Bitcoin worth more than 300 million, it is definitely a "general act of charity"!

Not to mention the few times the brothers planned to deal with the assassins, which time did Brother Biao not take the lead?

Who volunteered to become the laboratory's first "Mad Man Disease Experiment Subject No. 0"? It's you!

Who pushed me out of danger so that I only lost one leg? It's you!

Who acted as bait on the periphery and finally became a lamentable member of the "108 dead list"?

It’s still you, Brother Biao!

This spirit of not being afraid of hardship, being tired, and not being afraid of death can be called our external employee of the month!

Give money to others when you ask for them, give others to others when you ask for them, and still be grateful to yourself when you are done...

Good man!

"Brother Biao, come on! I must give you a toast."

"Why?" Cheng Biao was stunned for a moment.

"For the sake of the mountains and rivers being safe, the world being safe, the rivers being clear and the sea being clean, and being safe every year!"

"Well……"

Somewhat inexplicably, he had a drink with Meng Lang.

This is a man of culture, even a toast will make people confused.

After three drinks in a row, I was a little too drunk. I was about to press down on the food, but then I realized that the food on the table was almost empty.

"Can you slow down, you haven't eaten yet!"

Seeing that Ah Xing was still there, minding his own business with the food in front of him. He had almost finished the food for the three of them by himself. Cheng Biao finally couldn't help but kick him.

"Hmm!" Axing swallowed the food in his mouth with some difficulty and looked at Cheng Biao and said pitifully.

"Brother Biao, didn't you let me go boxing? Not long ago I remitted all the money to my master, so I can only eat seven percent full these two days.

In the morning, I was busy catching car thieves, so I ate three steamed buns.

Brother Biao, you know me. Three buns are not enough for me to stuff between my teeth..."

"you……"

Cheng Biao was stunned for a moment, and the next moment his eyes dimmed, and he felt inexplicably sad in his heart.

Once upon a time, Brother Biao, who was always cheered and cheered by everyone when he came in and out, and had unlimited fame, now can hardly even support his own brothers...

"Alas! Brother Meng, I've made you laugh."

Cheng Biao let out a long sigh, grabbed a bottle of white wine on the table, and drank half of the bottle. A red cloud suddenly appeared on his face.

"Has Brother Biao encountered any difficulties recently?" Meng Lang asked.

"Oh! To be honest, brother, I hate it!" Perhaps because of the alcohol, Cheng Biao patted his thigh with regret and started talking.

“I hate that I didn’t understand people well and mistrusted villains.

I hate myself even more for being so smart!

What I hate most in my life is high technology! High technology misled me! "Cheng Biao looked regretful.

I'm so stupid, really, I only know the secret of Bitcoin's value preservation, but I didn't expect that if I lose my account password, I can't find it back...

"If God can give me another chance, I, Cheng Biao, swear to sever all ties with high technology in my life!" Cheng Biao gritted his teeth.

If it were anyone else, it might be confusing, but Meng Lang...

Well...I understand your pain!

Meng Lang saw that the heat was almost ready, so it was time to start performing...

"It seems that Brother Biao is also a person with stories...

However, this destiny has its own fate, so there is no need to worry too much about it. "

"Destiny? Everything I, Cheng Biao, am now achieved with one knife and one gun. I don't believe in fate!"

"Haha! I see Brother Biao that your hall is dark, but it is already showing signs of dissipating. I wonder if you were imprisoned just now?"

"Huh?!" Cheng Biao's hand that was about to raise the wine glass suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened instantly!

"You...how do you know?"

He...has known me for a long time?

"Haha!" Meng Lang smiled as if he had seen through the other person's thoughts.

"The Hetu Luoshu is derived from the Bagua, the Eight Diagrams is derived from the Book of Changes, and the Book of Changes determines Yin and Yang and examines the five elements.

Everything in this world has its own laws. I only know a little about divination and fortune telling. "

Cheng Biao couldn't understand it, but it didn't stop him from understanding it.

Just now, Meng Lang said that he had a fortune telling for him when he went out. He thought that the other party just had some feudal superstition, but now it seems...

Could it be that the other party really has some skills?

Having been on the road for so many years, although Cheng Biao respects ghosts and gods, he is naturally not so gullible as he is accustomed to the tricks of the world.

"Brother Meng hit the nail on the head! How about... can you help me take a look again?" Cheng Biao said with the idea that there would be no loss if he gave it a try.

That’s what I’ve been waiting for!

Meng Lang looked him up and down with a smile, and then he thought a little.

"Although your Yintang is dark, your complexion is ruddy, and the red luan star is visible, which shows that you are a good woman, but the red luan star is faintly golden...

The Red Luan Star and the Wealth and Silk Palace were originally in conflict with each other, but now they are actually mixed together...

I'm afraid that your friend...will lose money! "

"Snapped!"

The cup in Cheng Biao's hand slammed onto the table, his eyes widened, and he looked at Meng Lang with an incredulous look on his face.

"you you……"

Shocking, right?

Just be shocked!

The so-called divination technique is nothing more than a metaphysics derived from the Book of Changes.

From this perspective, he, this magic stick, is definitely the true legend among the true legends of divination.

It can even be said that he is the only disciple of a single lineage!

"He Tu Luo Shu" is all in my hand, who can be as upright as me? Who can inherit the orthodoxy like me?

What Yuan Tiangang, what Li Chunfeng!

Those are all younger brothers in front of me!

I have my autobiography in hand, and I have a magic stick!

"Mr. Meng...oh no! Master Meng, please do the math for me. I have lost something very important. Can I get it back?"

Cheng Biao looked hopeful, as if he had found hope.

Meng Lang frowned when he heard this.

I am here to save you, not to help you find things.

Brother, the obsession with wealth is a disease that needs to be cured!

He pretended to pinch and calculate and groaned for a while.

"This... I'm afraid it's difficult!"

"Ah? Why?"

"I see a looming golden light on your face. It must be money you lost, right?"

"Yes! Right again!"

"Judging from your appearance, your Wealth and Silk Palace is in the west, but the west is a metal sign and is dominated by killing, so it is also a dangerous place!

If you want to get it back, there will be many difficulties, and there may be a bloody disaster.

It can range from constant disasters, to life-threatening situations! "

"What?!" Cheng Biao was shocked.

The first instinctive reaction is disbelief.

After all, contrary to his expectations, people are always more willing to believe the answer they want to believe.

But...when I thought about being bitten by a mad dog as soon as I stepped into Yipinju.

I almost got a fake vaccine and the consequences would be disastrous...

Isn't this a bloody disaster, endangering lives?

He...is he hit again?

"Then...then what should I do? Is it possible that the things will never be found again?"

“No, no, no, I mean, you don’t have to force anything.

Things you deliberately look for are often not found.

Everything in the world comes and goes in its own time..."

Meng Lang smiled meaningfully.

"What...what does this mean?" Cheng Biao didn't understand.

"The meaning is that the more you can't let go, the easier it is to lose; the more you want to hold on to, the faster it disappears.

Life is always about chasing gains and losses in order to satisfy endless desires.

As long as you know how to let go of your obsession, the money you have lost will be regained! "

"this……"

Let go of your obsession?

It probably means... I can just lie down flat?