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Ding Sijing's eyes lit up, and he naturally thought that he would be able to do Master Song Fengchen.

With a grateful expression on his face, he repeatedly said: "Master Song's kindness, my Ding family must remember it in my heart!"

"Nothing!" Song Fengchen looked at the envelope in his hand and smiled.

He caused the incident. In the end, Changning Guan came to pick up the game.

As for the master and uncle in his mouth, it was not Guangyang who wanted to disarm him when he went to Changning to watch the tour, but he used it as a stepping stone.

Song Fengchen was okay with his senses, although the other party had targeted him, but at least his abilities had no way to say, and ambition was a matter of course.

Moreover, after the previous competition, Guangyang seemed to have stopped a lot.

Also, Xuan Chengzi said less than 30 years of life. With him, Guangyang wouldn't be able to make trouble even if he didn't give up.

This is also the main reason why Song Fengchen can sit back and relax in the capital.

As he wrote in the letter, Xuan Chengzi and the others cannot stay in the mountains and forests all their lives. Now is the era of the end of Dharma, the spiritual energy of the world is thin, spiritual cultivation is not as good as the cultivation of merit, not seeking immortality in this life, but only seeking blessings and children, and prosperity in the next life.

Therefore, joining the WTO is the best choice for practitioners.

Right now, the great turmoil is over, and for practitioners, the future is promising. Changning View has always paid attention to Ning Que or not indiscriminate, so in terms of overall strength, Chang Ning View may not be better than those famous schools, but Song Fengchen is still very confident when it comes to the quality of his disciples.

Seeing that the great era of monks is coming soon, Changning Guan can take advantage of the Ding family to seize the opportunity to break out of a piece of land in Nanyang. It is of great benefit to the reputation of Changning Temple and the future of his disciples.

As for Guangyang, he needs to be capable and capable, and if he sits in the Ding family, whether it is Xuan Chengzi or Song Fengchen, he can feel relieved a lot.

"If there is no accident, my master and uncle should be able to rush to the capital tomorrow afternoon. For Mr. Ding's safety considerations, it is better to find a place to rest. When my master arrives tomorrow, it will not be too late to return to the Hong Kong city. "

Song Fengchen looked at Ding Sijing, pinching his fingers, and said, “As for your family, I can’t help but worry about it for the time being. I guess Zongguiren should be held back by something, so I’m not in a hurry to deal with you. I won’t let that female ghost stay with you for two months. By the way, have your family’s birthday characters leaked out?"

"No." Ding Sijing said: "Because I am more superstitious about the number of mysteries, I naturally know the importance of the birth date, so I never tell outsiders the birth date of my family, even the date of birth registered on our ID card fake."

"No wonder," Song Fengchen nodded: "Without the birth date, Zong Guiren would not be able to kill you directly, he could only send the female ghost out."

"With the protection of your ancestors, they will be safe for at least three days."

Otherwise, how dare Song Fengchen rashly deal with that young female ghost.

"That's good, that's good." Hearing this, Ding Sijing's heart fell completely back into his stomach.

After that, there was naturally another thank you don't need to mention it again.

Sending away Ding Sijing, Song Fengchen looked back at the pile of gift boxes on the dinner table, frowning slightly.

To be honest, he likes the feeling of opening gifts.

The things the Ding family gave were mixed.

Including cash of 10,000 yuan.

Three boxes of COHIBA cigars.

Two cans of Liuan melon slices.

Two wines.

A box of bird's nest.

Two boxes of wife cakes.

Finally, there is a rubbing of the Wei stele "Zhang Ronglong Stele" and two Langhaohu pens.

Cigars and Lu'an melon slices cater to Song Fengchen's preferences, bird's nest and wife cakes are specialties in Hong Kong, and the last Weibei rubbings and lake brushes are Xu Shujian's favorites.

It seems that these things, the Ding family also put some thought on it.

In the afternoon of the next day, Zheng Dehui came over.

He opened the wooden box in his hand and put it on the coffee table: "Here, Qibao Pill, it is made, and I got three hundred pills in total."

Song Fengchen handed him a cup of tea with both hands, his eyes fell on the two rows of ten large porcelain vases in the wooden box, and smiled: "I'll go to your place to get it in a few days, why did you bring it personally?"

Qibaodan comes from the secret recipe passed down by Zheng Dehui's ancestors. It has the effects of black hair, strengthening the muscles and bones, and strengthening the essence.

"Isn't it because you heard that your family got a pen monkey? I also want to see this legendary rare thing with my own eyes. No, I'm here to join in the fun!" Zheng Dehui said cheerfully

Hearing this, Xu Shujian couldn't help but blush. Since the little monkey got in his hands, he has often taken it to the market, from this tea party to that literary salon. After just a few days of work, most of the capital in Beijing knew that he had such a little baby in his hands.

Thinking about it now, there seems to be a little swagger.

He covered his mouth and coughed lightly: "It just so happens that it should have woken up by now, I will bring it over."

The little guy has long been accustomed to all kinds of surprised eyes. Faced with Zheng Dehui's touch, it behaves very cooperatively. It rubs the palm when it is time to rub the palm, and when it is time to hold the finger, it makes Zheng Dehui amused. Mouth.

Just when Zheng Dehui gave it back to Xu Shujian with a look of dismay, the door opened and the ferret walked out unhurriedly. It entered the kitchen with ease, and when it came out, there was an extra chicken leg in its mouth.

Hearing the sound, Zheng Dehui turned his head subconsciously, but at the moment he saw the ferret, he stood up from the sofa suddenly, as if thinking of something, his eyes stared slightly: "This, this is not—"

The ferret with the chicken legs in his mouth looked back at him when he heard the words, and then after a short pause, he turned his head and continued to walk into the bedroom.

"What's the matter, old man?" Song Fengchen obviously realized something.

Zheng Dehui laughed afterwards. He looked back at Song Fengchen, pointed to the wooden box on the coffee table, and confirmed: "Is this Polygonum multiflorum found by the big guy?"

Song Fengchen didn't want to hide from Zheng Dehui, he nodded and asked: "My old man has seen it before?"

Zheng Dehui sat back on the sofa and shook his head: "I haven't seen it before, I just heard of its name."

Song Fengchen looked at him and expressed his willingness to hear the details.

"It also starts with the old enemy of my Zheng family, the Li family. The Li family has practiced medicine for generations like my Zheng family. My Zheng family's foothold in the TCM world relies on acupuncture handed down by the ancestors, while the Li family relies on various An endless stream of precious medicinal materials."

Zheng Dehui had no intention of explaining why his family and the Li family had a grudge. He only said: "Others say that it is because the Li family has a medicinal garden that has been passed down for hundreds of years and can continuously produce precious medicinal materials, but I know that it is actually Because the Li family has a spiritual object that can only identify medicinal materials."

"In other words, this big guy is in charge?" Xu Shujian frowned slightly.

Song Fengchen thought for a while: "Since it is a spiritual thing, it will naturally go to whoever falls into it. Moreover, I didn't **** it from Li's house. It was brought to the door by itself."

Zheng Dehui smiled even more when he said this.

Not to mention the grievances and grievances of the Zheng and Li family, only that his family property was confiscated and exiled to Yuexi Village to accept labor reform. If there is no Li family's handwriting, he would not believe it.

Now that the Li family’s "cornucopia" has fallen into Song Fengchen's hands, he wants to see how rampant the Li family is.

"In this case, you have to be on guard." Zheng Dehui reminded: "The importance of this ferret to the Li family is self-evident. If you let them know that it is in your hands, you will definitely not give up. You have to know. In the hands of a medical family, the most indispensable thing is contacts."

Song Fengchen disagrees. In the face of absolute power, all connections are paper tigers.

It wasn't that he coveted this ferret. He had honeysuckle in his hand, and all precious medicinal materials had to go back.

If the Li family comes to the door, he doesn't mind giving some compensation or something, but if his family is chasing after him, Song Fengchen can only match his family.

No way, he said that he would take those two Polygonum multiflorums in exchange, and the big guy could live with him.

If it wanted to go back, it would have gone back long ago, so why wait until now.

It's just that at this moment, these two Polygonum multiflorums have become Qibaodan, whether it is to fulfill the agreement or other, he has stayed on this ferret.

However, considering Zheng Dehui's good intentions for their sake, Song Fengchen nodded his head with a certainty: "Okay."

The three chatted for a while, and seeing the sky darken, Zheng Dehui got up and said goodbye.

Song Fengchen immediately took a porcelain bottle from the wooden box and stuffed it with Zheng Dehui with a box of wife's cakes.

"No, no," Zheng Dehui refused subconsciously.

Song Fengchen smiled and said, "I have worked hard to get this Seven Treasure Pill out. I can't let you do it in vain. Besides, this thing was originally prepared for you elders. You don’t want it now, I will be another day. I have to send it to you again, what a hassle!"

When it comes to this, Zheng Dehui really couldn't refuse. He was a little helpless: "Okay, then I would like to thank Brother Song."