The man who went to prison became a miracle doctor, and the president who broke off the engagement c

Su Wen frowned. The club hall was spacious, and the two men were standing on the side, not blocking the door. However, these people who came later accused them of blocking the way and spoke rudely, which would make anyone feel unhappy.

"What are you looking at!"

Su Wen looked back and saw about twenty people standing behind him, and their leader was a young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

The man had some imperial blood, was handsome, tall, and dressed in a white suit. His appearance made the waitresses around him drool.

The one who spoke was the bodyguard closest to him.

"The living room is so big, and we're standing on the side, how come we're in your way?"

Su Wen said unhappily.

"Fuck, just get out of here if I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Do you know who my young master is? Mou Jingze, Master Ze from the provincial capital!"

The bodyguard stared at Su Wen, as if he wanted to eat him alive, but as soon as Mou Jingze's name was mentioned, he immediately became arrogant and looked down on everyone.

It's as if everyone should kneel down to him when this name is mentioned.

"I don't know you. The road is so wide, you can walk on it or not. If you dare to speak rudely again, I will not be polite."

Su Wen had a blank expression on his face. If these people didn't know what was good for them, he wouldn't mind taking action.

In this world, sometimes reason really can't make sense, and fists are the truth!

"you……"

Hearing this, the bodyguard clenched his fists and was about to attack, but when he saw Mou Jingze waving his hands, he reluctantly shrank back.

Mou Jingze ignored Su Wen and looked at Song Jiaojiao beside him, revealing a smile: "Miss Song, we haven't seen each other for five years..."

"They say girls change a lot when they grow up. It's true, Miss Song, you've become more and more beautiful. So beautiful that I almost didn't recognize you."

After saying this, he looked Song Jiaojiao up and down. He felt that this woman looked familiar just now, and then he suddenly remembered, isn't this the great-granddaughter of the Martial Saint? The two had met five years ago.

This woman has changed so much. Five years ago, she was still an immature girl, looking very young and not very pretty. Five years later... she has become a real beauty!

Even he got it wrong.

"So it's you, thank you for the compliment. Where's Grandpa Mou? Why didn't he come?"

Song Jiaojiao smiled when she heard such praise, but then she became puzzled. All the guests who came to her great-grandfather's birthday party were elderly people, and Mou Jingze's grandfather was one of the invited guests.

Why did you send Mou Jingze?!

"Miss Song, let's talk while we walk..."

Mou Jingze extended his hand like a gentleman and invited Song Jiaojiao to go with him, but was rejected by Song Jiaojiao.

"Master Mou, I'm so sorry, Su Wen and I are in a hurry to see Great Grandfather..."

After saying that, Song Jiaojiao pulled Su Wen's arm and hurried towards the elevator.

"It seems that I underestimated the Song family's genes. This Song Jiaojiao is the real beauty with both the bones and skin of a beauty..."

"Who is this Su Wen? Could they be a couple?"

Mou Jingze narrowed his eyes, then smiled and said, "Couples aren't enough to satisfy me. I need to grow some more. I like married women! This time, celebrating the birthday is just one of the reasons. I've been thinking about Gu Wenjun for years!"

After saying that, he licked his dry lips and walked towards the elevator.

Su Wen soon met the Martial Saint.

"Brother Su, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much! Hahaha..."

When he saw Su Wen, Song Changrong hurried to greet him. He had a rosy complexion and walked briskly. He didn't look like a centenarian at all.

"Mr. Wusheng, you are now speaking with confidence. It seems that you have recovered well."

Don't hit a smiling person, and Song Changrong is very sincere, Su Wen also joked with a smile.

"Hahaha, little brother, please sit down..."

"Jiaojiao, go make some tea. I want to talk to my little brother..."

After Song Changrong gave his instructions, he took Su Wen's hand and sat down, then said seriously: "Brother Su, I have never been submissive to anyone in my life. Even when I fought with more than a dozen top masters from that island country and was seriously injured, I didn't say a word!"

"But I am convinced of your medical skills!"

"It's only been a few days, and now I've recovered 70% of my strength, enough to be a Grandmaster!"

Hearing this, Su Wen was a little curious and asked, "Old man, what was your strength at your peak?"

"What level can you reach?"

He is a cultivator, but he is always stuck at the threshold and cannot get out. Although he has some knowledge of martial arts, it is very limited.

I want to know if there is any common point between the ways of martial arts and cultivating immortality.

"Brother Su, people who have reached my level normally won't reveal their strength. This is a rule, and it's an unwritten rule."

"However, since you are the one asking, I will naturally not hide it."

"Above Grandmaster is Martial Honor, which is divided into nine levels: the first three levels are black, the middle three levels are red, and the last three levels are gold... My strength at that time was higher than level nine. I might have been the legendary Half-Step Martial Saint..."

Song Changrong's eyes flashed, as if he saw himself when he was young.

"Old man, even you are not sure whether the Martial Saint exists?"

The Martial Saint has always been a legendary figure in the Great Yan Nation. Now that these words are spoken from the mouth of this person who is infinitely close to the legend, it is a bit depressing.

In fact, Su Wen has been practicing for so long, but he is still not sure whether he can successfully build a foundation. He is also groping for an unknown path. The reason he talked about these things is that he wants to strengthen his beliefs.

But, there seems to be a deviation.

"Brother Su, my title of Martial Saint is just a title, but... I firmly believe that Martial Saints really exist in this world, and there are even more powerful beings. There is one thing I can't talk about in detail, but I will tell you..."

"Back then, I could split mountains, cut off water supplies, kill people with sparks, and briefly hold lightning in my hand..."

"These are things that Wu Zun cannot do..."

After hearing what the Martial Saint said, Su Wen's eyes became more determined. He believed that Song Changrong was not lying and must have reached that level, but it should be short-lived.

Or maybe his memory is vague and he can't be sure.

But the fact that she told him these secrets showed her trust in him.

"Great Grandfather, Great Grandfather Gao is here..."

"Hahaha, I wish Brother Song good fortune as vast as the East Sea and a long life as long as the Southern Mountains. This is a 100-jin golden pig. You can't refuse it. I shouldn't be too late!"

Just as Song Jiaojiao finished her words, a loud voice rang out, and an old man in a Tang suit with a thin figure, gray hair, and a dragon-headed cane staggered over with the support of his children.

Behind him was a young man carrying a golden pig as a gift.

"You're not late, you're not late. You're the second person I invited..."

Song Changrong smiled and said.

"Oh? Who's the first one?!"

Upon hearing this, the old man immediately became unhappy.

"Gao Tianlei, come here, let me introduce you. This is Brother Su Wen, my friend regardless of age difference. He is a miracle doctor, but he has great skills!"

However, after hearing Song Changrong's words, Gao Tianlei curled his lips and said, "Brother, you are a martial saint, please be aware of your status. Besides, with your illness... don't let anyone take advantage of you!"

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