Can you not be humiliated if your nephew is returned to the master?

Even Sun Huhe was beheaded by Tang Tian, ​​let alone Fan Wu.

What's more, Tang Tian has some friendship with Jin Zihao.

It is definitely not the same Fan family, and can be provoked.

Fan Yong scolded angrily: "You bastard, if you want to die, don't pull me."

"Hmph, I don't believe it anymore. Can a little soft rice king go to heaven?"

Fan Wu snorted, his face full of contempt.

Bang.

With a crack sound coming out, Fan Yong punched Fan Wu's knee.

Looking at Fan Wu again, his knees softened and he knelt heavily in front of Tang Tian.

"Mr. Tang."

"Please forgive me."

"My brother is a little crazy."

Fan Yong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said tremblingly.

After being punched, Fan Wu became much more honest.

How could Tang Tian take small characters like Fan Wu seriously?

Tang Tianleng said: "Teach your brother well. If there is another time, I will destroy him with my own hands."

It's auditory hallucination.

How dare a little son-in-law be so rampant?

! "What are you..."

Before Fan Wu could finish speaking, Fan Yong grabbed the back of his head and slammed him to the ground.

Pop.

Just a crack sound came out, and the marble floor tiles were directly smashed by Fan Wu's head.

Fan Yong said pitifully: "Mr. Tang, please pity me! Wenhou said, if he can't invite you, he will fire me."

"You just want to be a driver?"

Tang Tian, ​​who got into the car, asked casually.

Fan Yong smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Tang, you don't know. In Jinling, there are many people who cry and shout to be the driver of Wenhou."

Although it is just a small driver, it depends on who the driver is.

As Wenhou’s driver, Fan Yong can broaden his horizons and get to know many martial arts masters.

For example, this time, Fan Yong followed Wenhou to Yanjing and was fortunate to see the true face of Emperor Yang Qing.

Tang Tianleng said: "Location."

Fan Yong said in a trembling voice: "Gao...ju Xianlou."

"good!"

Tang Tian responded, then drove the Business Star and headed straight to Jishitang.

Looking at the car shadow leaving, Fan Yong sat limply on the ground, thinking that this job can finally be saved.

Fan Wu moved his knees and said with resentment: "Hmph, the van is really a perfect match for the King of Soft Rice."

Bang.

Without any warning, Fan Yong slapped him up.

Fan Yong pinched Fan Wu's neck and said with a gloomy face: "You idiot, do you know that you almost died?"

Fan Wu stuttered: "Brother, you...you have a fever, why don't you just talk nonsense?"

Fan Yong suppressed his anger and said, "Do you know how Sun Huhe died?"

Fan Wu said timidly: "I heard from the Xingyi Sect that Sun Huhe was killed by a falling plaque."

"Hmph, that's to protect the face of Xingyimen."

"As far as I know, Sun Huhe was killed by the soft rice king in your mouth."

While speaking, a deep fear flashed in Fan Yong's eyes.

Kill the son of the Grandmaster and survive until now.

That means that this Tang Tian is not simple.

After hearing Fan Yong's words, Fan Wu was so scared that his face was pale and he knelt on the ground limply.

When we returned to Jishitang, the reporters at the door had dispersed.

After moving Du Ruoxuan's belongings to the second floor, Tang Tian clapped his hands and said, "Ruoxuan, come with me to Juxianlou for a banquet."

Du Ruoxuan said weakly: "Brother Tang, I'm afraid of embarrassing you."

"Silly girl, if you can go to the banquet, that's to give Nalan Lingyun face."

Tang Tian touched Du Ruoxuan's little head, then turned around and walked downstairs.

Du Ruoxuan pouted and said, "I'm not a fool."

When I arrived at the entrance of Juxian Tower, I saw Fan Yong, who was waiting at the door, with an anxious look on his face.

To be honest, Fan Yong was afraid that Tang Tian would not come to the banquet.

Seeing Tang Tian walking forward, Fan Yong hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and said, "Mr. Tang, you are here. Wenhou is already impatient."

Tang Tian said expressionlessly: "Lead the way."

"Mr. Tang."

"Mr. Wen only invited you."

Fan Yong glanced at Du Ruoxuan and said with some meaning.

Tang Tianleng said: "What?

Do I have no personal qualifications?”

"When...of course not."

Fan Yong's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly reached out and signaled: "Mr. Tang, please ask first."

at the same time.

Juxian Tower, Supreme Private Room.

This private room is exclusive to Nalan Lingyun.

Most people don’t even have the qualifications to step into this place.

The private room was full of calligraphy and paintings.

There is also a red sandalwood desk located near the wall.

On the desk, there are four treasures of the study.

When you see the four treasures of the study, it is not an ordinary product.

"There is no colder at high places?"

"Wenhou, your handwriting is so vigorous and powerful, and the dragon and the phoenix dance."

"I just don't know, can I buy this letter?"

Sun Wutang, who was standing beside him, said carefully.

Nalan Lingyun put down his brush and smiled lightly, "Master Sun, I'll give you this calligraphy."

Sun Wutang said excitedly: "Do... Thank you for your gift from Lord Wenhou."

Nalan Lingyun wiped his hands and said, "Hey, compared with the word "Medicine Buddha", the word "Huanghou" can only be regarded as an entry-level."

"What?"

"Medical Buddha?"

"Wenhou, why haven't I heard of this person?"

Sun Wutang silently recited the "Medicine Buddha" several times and said in confusion.

Nalan Lingyun raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "It is normal that you are a little master. When you step into the alchemy, you will have the chance to meet him."

A little master?

Looking at Nalan Lingyun's lofty appearance, Sun Wutang looked unhappy, but he did not dare to show it in person.

As far as Sun Wutang knows, Nalan Lingyun is very likely to replace Wuhou Xue Zhenshan and take charge of the 36 major martial arts halls.
To be continued...