Feng Laosi silently looked at the memorial tablet of the ancestor:

Zhifanzhang took a deep breath and said, "Ma Weiming's plan is very big."

Lin Mosheng took advantage of the situation and said, "The last gangster was really too vicious. He risked his life to protect Hua Feng's body. I was chopped several times, so he was not arrested."

Jiang Tiansheng stood up and said, in an ancient sect like Maoshan that has been passed down for thousands of years, there are naturally many rules in the sect. Since there are many rules, he is sure that Lin Mosheng has not yet gone to Maoshan to become a disciple and officially naturalized!

"Maybe we can use other methods."

Seeing everyone's eyes returning, Dao Scarqiang immediately understood that this was his performance. He knelt down heavily and said, "Mr. Jiang, you have to avenge Brother Feng. He died so miserably!"

"The knife, the heavier it is, the better. I want to see the details."

Master Zhang Fan said sadly.

Then he said meaningfully, "That's right."

But at this time, Lin Mosheng and Ye Guhong had already looked at the pile of ancient coins, their eyes were shining, and they could no longer walk.

Zhi Fan Zhang nodded seriously.

"Revenge?! Thirty or so of you went to block others, and a dozen of them were killed, and you still want me to take revenge?! How to take revenge? Do we, Hongxing, have to go to war with the Hong Kong government?"

You must know that the master only had this magic weapon in his hand at that time, and he would definitely not be willing to do it if it were him.

"Although Hua Feng is an idiot, I am more afraid of Lin Mosheng!"

Lin Mosheng turned around and whispered to Feng Laosi, "Teacher, I'm actually not that brave tonight."

The backyard is larger than the shop in the front. In addition to enshrining the consecrated statues, there is also a street stall where a group of people gather around a pile of ancient coins to select.

Jiang Tiansheng looked like a ferocious wolf. He pressed the edge of the table with one hand and looked at the paper fan. "I originally thought that after what happened to Liang Kun, he would at least calm down a little. It seems that he has no such idea at all!"

In this way, Dao Scar will send it to his door by himself. All he needs to do is to give the Hong Kong government timely news and ask them to wait and see. Then both sides can have an explanation and the matter will be over.

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After the battle yesterday, Lin Mosheng was pulled up by his master Feng Laosi early in the morning.

When he heard that business was coming to his door, the shop owner smiled and asked, "What kind of weapon and what size?"

"Officer Lin said it well!"

Hongxing claims to be inherited from Hongmen, but only oneself knows how true or false it is.

Indeed, as Jiang Tiansheng said, there was a hall master yesterday, a hall master today, and a martial arts genius tomorrow.

He was worried that if he didn't resist, he might not have the chance to resist in the future.

With Feng Laosi's ancient prose skills, this article can be said to be full of flowers and flowing water.

Lin Mosheng thought of the ring-shaped black jade hanging around his neck, took it out, and curiously asked Uncle Feng, "Master, is this a magic weapon?"

He felt that ever since Lin Mosheng appeared, it was like an extra rope had been put around his neck silently.

At the same time, he was glad that Feng Laosi was the right teacher. The master gave him such a precious magic weapon to protect himself.

As for other tabloids, the headlines are more random.

Lin Mosheng secretly smacked his tongue, it turned out that it was so difficult to refine a magic weapon.

"Why does it look like jade?"

Looking at Zhongyi's scarred face, I thought of how the other party risked his life to save his boss's body.

Zhi Fan Zhang said quickly, "Mr. Jiang, I have been busy these days to prepare for the visit of the visiting judge who comes to the earth during the Ghost Festival."

Following his warning, the curling green smoke rose up with the divine curse, leading directly to Qingming.

Feng Laosi said solemnly, "I fought against the opponent yesterday. The opponent has a sect inheritance. I'm afraid this matter is not just as simple as illegal drugs."

In the blood-colored sea of ​​luck three inches above Lin Mosheng's head, wisps of invisible karma were wrapped in blue smoke.

The Dharma Artifact Street is full of shops and crowded with tourists. There are both foreigners curiously buying and locals bargaining skillfully.

The shopkeeper looked past Uncle Feng and noticed Lin Mosheng with sword-browed eyes. He felt that he had seen this young man somewhere and glanced at the newspaper on the table.

Does this mean he is officially accepting himself as his disciple?

Lin Mosheng was surprised and happy.

But why was Feng Laosi allowed to stir up a storm and then leave peacefully, even when no one was willing to talk about what happened in those years?

It's because Feng Laosi has a backer behind him.

This was a seedling that they, Hong Xing, had managed to dig out from the Southeast Fishermen's Association, and they had to fight several fierce battles for it.

"We can't let them go on like this anymore!"

Lin Mosheng pressed the palm of his right hand and suddenly sighed, "Actually, I still have one regret about tonight's action."

"On a bloody night, Sheriff Lin was in danger for an hour!"

It was Feng Laosi's article that made him feel a little embarrassed.

Feng Laosi:······

On the bright side, Jiang Tiansheng smiled angrily, "Okay, I respect you, Scar Qiang, for being a man. From today on, you will take over Hua Feng's place and drag Ma Tsai to take revenge yourself. But the ugly words are ahead. This time

It's you who block the trouble yourself, trying to get the upper hand. If something happens, Hong Xing won't bear the responsibility, so don't regret it!"

The younger brothers were hesitant and did not dare to speak out, because last night they were really frightened to death by the murderous god-like Lin Mosheng.

Shopping? When Lin Mosheng heard this, he immediately became excited. He thought about it and took his girlfriend Ahong with him to help her choose something when the time was right.

Under his leadership, applause gradually broke out in the ward.

"To capture the sorceress?"

The shopkeeper said with a smile, "They are choosing Five Emperors' coins."

The owner of the shop wears a pair of glasses. He is about sixty years old. His hair is sparse and his smooth Mediterranean hair is exposed. He is wearing slippers and a white undershirt. He has taken off his glasses and looks like a fire cloud evil god.

"This is the only way to preserve humane integrity. Unfortunately, money has been able to bring about demons since ancient times. Very few of these uncontaminated ancient coins have been handed down, unless the burial chamber is dug up..."

No one thought anything of it. After all, Officer Lin might have been exhausted at that time and had great fear between life and death. Facing the gangsters who were desperate for his life, it was normal for the injured Lin Mosheng to feel a little scared.

He immediately patted his head and said with a smile, "Let me tell you, Sir Lin appeared from nowhere. He turns out to be your disciple, Feng Laosi."

So that’s it.

"Five Emperors Money?"

Jiang Tiansheng was overjoyed when he heard that Scar Qiang was indeed as he expected.

What is the most important thing in the system?

Of course, he was reporting to his boss what he had done!

Otherwise, how would the leader know whether you are doing your job seriously?

Dao Scarqiang also understands that revenge is impossible, but he needs to take a stand today and needs to be loyal and righteous.

After Feng Laosi reminded him, Lin Mosheng reacted instantly.

Feng Laosi is Maoshan's real registered disciple.

Write on it why you killed people today, what are the benefits of killing people, and how many innocent people you saved. In the future, you will continue to hunt down the magician. I hope the ancestor will bless you.

Then he looked at the dozen or so frightened boys in the lobby, frowned and asked, "Is that Lin Mosheng really that good?"

How could Dao Scarqiang agree? He said in a low voice, "Since I don't want to take revenge, I will do it myself!"

I still have a lot to learn.

Ye Guhong asked curiously, "What are they doing? Are antiques sold here?"

He slapped the table, causing the newspaper on it to rattle.

But now, my own cabbage has just started to sprout buds. I heard that I have captured the Heart Monkey and the Yima, and I am about to become the Danjin Grandmaster of Hongxing who will shock the Hong Kong capital, with a double-flowered red stick.

Jiang Tiansheng instantly understood the meaning of the paper fan, and he said in a solemn voice, "You mean Maoshan?"

Uncle Feng had no expression on his face, "This time I brought my apprentice to choose a weapon and buy some blue talismans."

Jiang Tiansheng was overjoyed. Zhi Fanzhang's underworld strategy was indeed very imaginable. He excitedly held Zhi Fan Zhang's shoulders and said, "I have help from Mr. Zhuge, just like having Zhuge in my account."

Only in this way can we take over the territory of Brother Feng, no, bad boy Feng. This is the first task that Sir Lin has arranged for himself, and he must not mess it up!

"Lin Mosheng: If you are afraid of being a police officer, you might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes!"

Feng Laosi wrote something fluently on yellow paper. When he saw Lin Mosheng coming, he said to him, "Kneel down for the Patriarch."

"Let's go, all the good things are in the backyard."

The two of them fell silent immediately, the only sound was the constant sound of wind and rain outside the window, hitting the window sill and making a pitter-patter sound.

When the other party saw Uncle Feng, he was surprised and said, "Feng Lao Si, rare guest, aren't you sent to Dongpingzhou?"

The bosses around looked at the muffled Dao Scarqiang and sighed in their hearts, he is a man, but it is a pity that his brain is not good, so there is nothing to worry about!

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After the meeting, Jiang Tiansheng returned to the study room in the small building where he sat.
To be continued...