Fang Wen woke up from his sleep. He looked around. This should be a room in a small hotel with a not-so-high level. The facilities are very simple, but they are very clean, warm and comfortable, making people feel very safe in the family. He was over 20 meters tall, and his muscles filled with black Zhongshan suits, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the bed, gnawing on a pig's trotter with a sad face.

Instinctively glanced at the eye-catching scar on Mr. Long's head. Fang Wen coughed gently, and a sentence squeezed out from his hoarse throat: "Master Long, do you still eat meat?"

Young Master Long glared at Fang Wen fiercely and muttered in a low voice: "What's wrong with me eating meat? You kid, if I hadn't seen the moles on your butt, I wouldn't have believed that the Fourth Young Master Fengmen would be my brother."

He threw away the bare bones that were gnawed away, and Young Master Long rubbed his hands on the bed sheets casually, and said angrily: "I have nothing to say when you join any sect. You *** join the Demon Sect! You have personality!"

After touching the wound, the wound was bandaged very well, and a smell of sandalwood came out from the bandage that bandaged the wound. Fang Wen said happily: "Oh, what's wrong with the Magic Sect? Tsk, it's so generous, the secret reincarnation ointment made by Dawei Zen Temple! Tsk, this is a treasure that the old guys in the Xuemen have spent so much effort but have not copied it."

He looked at Fang Wen in anger, and Mr. Long said coldly: "Do you want it? I'll give you three pounds. You kid join the Demon Sect, it's amazing."

With a bitter smile, Fang Wen still couldn't avoid this topic and moved his attention away from his wound. He looked at Young Master Long and smiled helplessly, "Boss, I never thought you had become a monk. When you disappeared a few years ago, you were only 1.9 meters tall? It's only five years, you're two meters away. Are you taking hormones?"

He snorted muffled, patted his forehead with his big hand, and Young Master Long cursed: "It's good to become a monk. If you don't become a monk, I will inherit the little things in my family. If I'm interested, I'm interested? The elder Hui, the master of the transmission of the Dawei Zen Temple, met me and fooled me into joining the Dawei Zen Temple. ***, practice this bullshit 'immortal body', the bigger the more you practice, fuck it!"

While cursing her mother, Long Shao raised his arms proudly and bulged the muscle lumps on his arms. A few crisp sounds, his Zhongshan suit was squeezed and gaps of all sizes exploded everywhere. Long Shao cursed angrily, pulled down his broken clothes casually, and sat on the ground with his upper body. The thick and powerful muscles on his body were beating piece by piece, and the golden skin emitted a faint faint light like a golden solution, full of powerful pressure that cannot be described in words. In short, it makes people feel that he is very strong, so strong that it makes people scared.

"Damn it, the immortal golden body." Fang Wen whispered: "The first Dharma-protecting magic skill in the Dawei Zen Temple, the three major Buddhist sacred places of Longmen Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. How far have you practiced?"

"Well, there is still a layer away from Dacheng." Young Master Long grinned and shook his upper body proudly. The muscles on his body were undulating like water. When the muscles pounded, the air around him was squeezed by the muscles and made a crisp sound of "slap".

"Fuck!" Is the immortal golden body only one level away from Dacheng? Fang Wen looked at Mr. Long blankly, unable to speak for a long time.

The Immortal Golden Body is a perverted mentality that is hundreds of times stronger than the so-called Golden Bell Cover. It must be practiced by people with extremely high talent. Fang Wen is not sure how strong the Immortal Golden Body is, but he knows that a few years ago, the Tianmen people besieged an old monk from the Dawei Zen Temple. Dozens of guns fired thousands of bullets at the old monk, but the old monk was not injured, and defeated the Tianmen disciples present and left.

This is a magical technique with amazing defense and legendary power with tens of thousands of kilograms of power in every move.

His eldest brother is the successor of Dawei Zen Temple, and he is actually a unique physique suitable for cultivating the immortal golden body - Fang Wen remembered the scene where Long Shao unscrewed the iron lock when they were young. He has been amazingly brute force since childhood, so he is naturally suitable for cultivating this amazing magical technique. It's ironic that he is suitable for cultivating the Fengmen Fengyu Sutra; Long Shao is suitable for cultivating the immortal golden body.

He looked at Mr. Long weakly, and Mr. Long also looked at Fang Wen with a frown.

After a long time, Fang Wen smiled bitterly and said, "Come on, just pretend you have never seen me. Is this place safe?"

Mr. Long nodded: "Safe, you can rest assured about this. However, Mr. Fengmen Four..."

"What? Do you want to capture me back to Longmen and avenge your hundreds of disciples in Longmen in Europe?" Fang Wen smiled.

"Fuck!" Mr. Long cursed: "Those guys you killed are not my sons. Why should I avenge them? You are my brother, so I will naturally plan for you."

"That's all." Fang Wen clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Our brothers, please care about the Dragon Gate of Tianmen. Oh, it's so fantastic. The personal disciple of Dawei Zen Temple and I, the fourth young master of Fengmen, can actually sit together and chat. It's true that his life's surprise is indeed everywhere."

Just as Young Master Long was about to speak, the walkie-talkie on his waist suddenly sounded a 'beep' sound. Young Master Long pressed the walkie-talkie in anger and shouted loudly: "If you have something to say, don't let it go if you have nothing to do!"

There was a silence on the other end of the intercom. After a long time, a timid voice asked carefully: "Junior Brother Long, Brother Lu wants me to ask, where have you been? Have you discovered..."

"Do you do his bird business? I have found a place to eat. People are iron and rice are steel. I'm so hungry that I don't eat for a meal. Do he know how much I want to eat in a day?" Mr. Long cursed, raised his head and howled loudly, "Boss, let's roast the whole lamb again." After that, he pinched the intercom into pieces.

Fang Wen looked at Mr. Long blankly. After a long time, he slowly gave two thumbs: "Mr. Long, you are so talented. How do you treat your fellow disciples?"

With his head swayed, Young Master Long sneered, "Why don't you? Treat them as ancestors? Fuck, don't look at the sound of the dragon gate, there is a black ball inside. I can beat me, and many old people have been beaten by me, so I won't miss them. Damn." Waving his hand, Young Master Long said coldly, "If you don't say such nonsense, I will care about them."

After snorting a few cold words, Mr. Long looked up and down at Fang Wen and said lightly: "You must be careful when you are in Fengmen. When you are in Chicago and Shanghai, someone directly handed the information about the "Fourth Young Master of Fengmen" to Longmen. Someone in Fengmen disliked you and wanted to use our hands to kill you. Even this time, someone informed you. Otherwise, you think we are gods? You found that film and television base with such accuracy?"

Fang Wen gritted his teeth. He thought of the extremely strange sudden numbness in his vest when he was about to escape in the woods.

Nodding, Fang Wen said coldly: "I understand. I will be careful."

Mr. Long nodded proudly and smiled, "I can't live without Longmen, and you probably can't leave Fengmen. So, I won't say much nonsense. We are brothers, and we will be brothers for the rest of our lives. I will find a way to pass on your information to you. In the future, there will definitely be information to deal with me, and you will also find a way to pass on it to me. If I kill the people from Tianmen to make me me, you can ask the group of bastards in Longmen to get promoted and make money. We are called brothers. As long as we don't directly meet, who cares about their life or death?"

This is really a typical way of thinking for Young Master Long. After so many years, he still has this kind of virtue and has not changed at all.

Fang Wen smiled and reached out his hand. Long Shaoyi held Fang Wen's hand. The two of them held their hands tightly together. After a long time, Long Shao suddenly whispered: "Mom! I wanted you to be my sister-in-law back then. Who knew that Wenwen found a Japanese man. Well, I will go to Europe in a while. That Alfored, I will let him understand that being a Chinese son-in-law is not such an easy thing." Young Master Long made a terrible crisp sound on his bones, just like the sound of a pot of fried soybeans exploding, which made Fang Wen feel creepy.

Poor Alfored, your God will bless you.

Fang Wen shook his head bitterly and said lowly: "I won't talk about the past. Don't involve Wenwen in our affairs. Let her think I'm dead." He spread his hands and said to himself: "In a legal sense, I am a standard dead person, and my household registration has been cancelled."

"Bird!" Mr. Long shook his head, wanted to say something but was too lazy to speak. After a long time, he sighed to the sky: "He***, the method of accepting you as an apprentice is the method of the old devils in Tianmen. But this is fine, your parents have disliked him for a long time. This time you die, and I have nothing to do with them. I will find an opportunity to beat them up, and the matter will be over."

He smiled, and Fang Wen did not express any comments. He just reached out to touch Mr. Long's naked head, and smiled bitterly: "Boss, have you really become a monk?"

Shaking his head, the Dragon Master smiled and said, "Nothing nonsense. Before the Immortal Golden Body is completed, I can't be close to women, so I just became a monk. When the Immortal Golden Body is completed, I will be the chief guardian of the Dawei Zen Temple, and my status is equivalent to that of the Dawei Zen Temple. At that time, I have to be face and have skill, and I will immediately break out and return to the secular world to find my wife!"

He gestured out two fingers and shouted excitedly: "One year, one year left, my immortal golden body can be perfect!"

Oh my god, Fang Wen rolled his eyes. It was really a blessing to find such a successor in Dawei Zen Temple. How to say it? Mr. Long has been a little stubborn since childhood. He has been thinking and practiced many of his thoughts and practices that you can't imagine.

But when Mr. Long heard him say proudly, "This time I went out of seclusion, I went back to Beijing to take a look. Tsk tsk, I saw me becoming a monk. My grandfather, grandmother, grandfather, grandmother, father, uncle, uncle, uncle, and a relative who had all had heart attacks and had hypertension attacks. The whole family lay in more than twenty years and went to the hospital. Good, you didn't see that scene, it was such a big scene!"

Fang Wen was so angry that he was cramping. He screamed in a roar. Because of the hilariousness, the muscles near his wound twitched, making him almost crazy.

But Young Master Long murmured unconsciously, saying some things that happened after he entered the Dawei Zen Temple one by one. Fang Wen was hilarious. When he laughed, Fang Wen struggled with endless happiness and pain. He laughed so hard that his whole body was cramped and he was so painful that he was so painful that he was really a world of ice and fire. The first chapter of the human path, goodbye,
Chapter completed!