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Cheng Tieshan said beside him, "Dad, I heard that Qin Mu beat Ye Zifei. If this matter spreads to Tiandu, I'm afraid it will cause trouble again."

Cheng Lao waved his hand, "Not afraid!"

"As long as we can find the descendants of the Nine Clans, what's the point of beating Ye Zifei?"

"Don't talk about others, even my Cheng family can take care of him!"

Cheng Tieshan was still a little worried when he heard his father say this, "Dad, if this continues, the Qin family will soon be unable to sit still."

Although the Cheng family is far away in Jianghuai, and the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, the power of the Qin family still makes people a little afraid.

Once the Qin family is involved, things will probably be difficult to clean up.

Old Master Cheng folded his hands behind his back, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and said in a deep voice, "As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, we cannot give up."

"I hope that in my lifetime, I can fulfill the long-cherished wish of my ancestors."

"Go and get busy, it's unintentional to worry about the sky now."

In the hospital, Ye Zifei passed out for the second time.

Qin Mu's palm just now broke seven of his bones.

Four ribs, three hand bones, and leg bones were fractured.

The doctor said that he was fatal, and he survived such a heavy impact.

People thought he was hit by a car accident.

If they knew that Qin Mu had slapped him, the doctors probably wouldn't believe it.

Foye has seen the covering hands of the man in black, and always feels that there is some difference between the two.

But what was the difference, he couldn't say.

The Buddha knew that Ye Zifei was not weak, but it was such a character who couldn't resist Qin Mu's blow.

If Qin Mu had slapped harder then, it is hard to say whether Ye Zifei would have been slapped to death.

Anyway, after seeing Ye Zifei's injury, Buddha felt panicked.

Qin Mu's palm can be said to hit them with all kinds of tastes in their hearts.

Especially Duan Hongwen and others, who had always hoped that someone would take action to torture Qin to death, so that they could vent their anger on their behalf.

Unexpectedly, the result turned out like this.

Ye Shao, whom they were most looking forward to, was seriously injured by Qin Mu's slap.

Seeing Ye Fei covered in plaster and tied up like a mummy, several people fell silent.

Foye went out to make a phone call, and it took him a long time to return to the ward.

After arranging someone to take care of him, Buddha hurried back to Wencheng Villa.

At the gate, two members of the Foyun Society greeted respectfully, "Buddha!"

Buddha said nothing, strode into the backyard.

Pushing open the door of the last building in Wencheng Villa, Buddha's figure disappeared into the darkness.

A few strong men stood guard outside, and the entire Wencheng Villa was silent.

In this pitch-black room, on an old-fashioned canopy bed, lay the old man impressively.

This person is the man in black who was deposed by Qin Mu, the number one master of Foyun Society.

Buddha's deep and cautious voice sounded, "That is indeed a good hand to cover the sky, and it seems to be a little different from what you used back then, but I can't see where the problem is?"

The man in black was shocked, "You mean he can also cover the sky?"

After finishing speaking, he thought to himself again, "By the way, the Qin family should be right for him to find the flaw in the Shrouding Hand."

"Do you think he has something we need?"

Buddha frowned.

The man in black closed his eyes, "It's hard to say, whether there is or not, we have to try."

"It's a pity that my cultivation is ruined! I can only rely on you!"

Buddha's face was solemn, "Okay, I will give it a go. But if we fail this time, we will lose all our plans in Jianghuai!"

Master Buddha held the beads, gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch tiger cubs!"

After speaking, he turned and left resolutely.

In the dark house, silence returned again.

The next morning, Qin Mu had just arrived at the company not long ago.

Foye's car also came to Qianjiao Group and personally invited Qin Mu to Wencheng Villa for an appointment.

Going to an appointment?

Qin Mu smiled and said, "Sorry, I'm not free at noon."

This guy is a typical wall, falling on both sides when the wind blows.

You were flattering Ye Zifei yesterday, but today you come here and treat yourself to dinner, what do you mean?
Foye was very sincere, and repeatedly invited Qin Mu to his house as a guest.

Qin Mu wondered if this girl had any intentions?
After pretending to ponder for a while, he reluctantly agreed.

At around nine o'clock, Qin Mu got into the car with the Buddha and came to Wencheng Villa together.

As soon as he entered the hall, Foye yelled, "Go and call Ruolan out."

Lin Ruolan is playing the piano upstairs, she is a modern woman who is good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Qin Mu heard that Lord Buddha wanted Lin Ruolan to come out as a companion, he waved his hand, "No, I'll go by myself!"

The sound of the piano upstairs is the sound of the guzheng.

With Qin Mu's hearing ability, it is naturally clear at a glance.

Hearing that Qin Mu wanted to go upstairs in person, Buddha said with a smile, "That's fine, Mr. Qin please!"

Qin Mu was also polite and went upstairs.

Stairs of this wooden structure are now extremely rare.

Only the Cheng family has such a well-preserved wooden building.

Lin Ruolan's boudoir is in the east wing.So far, Qin Mu doesn't know what is the relationship between her and Buddha?
Although Lin Ruolan said that the relationship between them is like father and daughter.

But Qin Mu always didn't feel like it.

The sound of clanking upstairs, the slightest bit into my ears.

Lin Ruolan didn't seem to notice that someone was coming up at all. She sat in front of the guzheng by the window and played it very intently.

Qin Mu can be said to be a master of music theory, so he can naturally hear good or bad.

Seeing Lin Ruolan so devoted to playing the piano, he didn't go in to disturb him, but stopped outside.

Lin Ruolan and her calligraphy works are hung in the outside room.

Among them are some famous classics.

Buddha laughed beside him, "Mr. Qin also likes to dance and write?"

Qin Mu said modestly, "No, just look around when you're bored. People nowadays don't have the heart to practice this."

Buddha replied repeatedly, "That's right. After all, calligraphy is not a short-term achievement. It needs years of accumulation. But these are Ruolan's works. Ruolan can be regarded as a calligraphy genius, and he is very talented in this area."

Qin Mu nodded while watching.

"Although I can't read it, I think it's a very good word."

The Buddha smiled, "Mr. Qin is too modest. People say that Mr. Qin is both civil and military, and that Jianghuai talents are almost unmatched."

Qin Mu looked at Buddha strangely, "Have you improved your flattering skills?"

Buddha smiled.

Qin Mu's eyes fell on a calligraphy and painting written by Lin Ruolan on the wall.

It is the eternal masterpiece "The Story of Yueyang Tower" by Fan Zhongyan, a famous writer in the Song Dynasty.

In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing... Teng Teng...

Qin Mu's eyes froze for a moment, and then fell on, next year, people with good politics and... all...

Teng, Tong... Tongcheng, King Teng.

In my mind, the two handwritings kept alternating.

Presented in front of your eyes like a slideshow.

Tongcheng King Teng, Cheng's font.

Qin Mu's eyes froze, and a sharp light flashed suddenly.

Two sharp eyes passed through the bead curtain and landed on Lin Ruolan's slim back.

is her!