It was Xuanzhen, Guangyang's eldest disciple, who called.

Song Fengchen didn't install a telephone at home, not because he didn't have money, but because he didn't have enough level, and he couldn't install it if he wanted to.

The situation was urgent, and there was no way from the port city, so I had to call Cheng Hanfei.

"What do you say over there?" Song Fengchen frowned. Guangyang went to the Hong Kong city because of him. Now that something happened to Guangyang, he has to bear some responsibility.

Cheng Han flew in in a hurry, and only remembered a few words: "It's Zong, Zong..."

"Zong Guiren." Song Fengchen said in a deep voice.

"Yes," Cheng Hanfei continued: "It is said that Zong Guiren came to the door. Grand Master Guangyang was accidentally hit by a trick. He was seriously injured, and he is still unconscious."

How could Song Fengchen be able to sit still? He sank, and only said: "I wonder if Mr. Cheng can book me a ticket to Hong Kong for tomorrow morning?"

"Okay." Cheng Hanfei nodded and promised, it was not a troublesome thing.

When Xu Shujian came back from visiting Liulichang, she saw Song Fengchen packing up his luggage.

"Are you going to go out?" He put down the things in his hand and looked at the neatly arranged talisman paper, ink fountain, copper coin sword...asked in the suitcase.

"Well, something happened to my master, I have to go over and take a look." Song Fengchen said.

Hearing this, Xu Shujian's good mood disappeared instantly.

How could Song Fengchen not understand what Xu Shujian meant. He put down the shirt in his hand, walked over, and hugged the person in his arms, his tone was pleasing: "What good things did you find today?"

Xu Shujian pursed the corners of her lips, raised her eyes to look at Song Fengchen, and sighed in her heart.

He picked up the wooden box in his hand and opened it to Song Fengchen's eyes: "I found two snuff bottles. The agate one was a tribute from the Italian Pope during the Yongzheng period, and the white jade dragon pattern was an imperial product from the Qianlong period."

Song Fengchen picked up the white jade dragon-patterned snuff bottle and played with it carefully. It felt good. He asked, "How much did it cost?"

"Four hundred and twenty yuan, the host's family is a savvy person. If something happened to the family and was eager to spend money, he would not have planned to make a deal at all."

These four hundred and twenty yuan Xu Shujian spent no distress at all. First, the two snuff bottles themselves are extremely collectible; second, he is not short of money now, thanks to the little guy, he has succeeded in the past few months. He has entered the circle of calligraphy masters of the older generation. Under their guidance, his calligraphy level can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, and his pen cost has also risen.

"Is it for me?" Song Fengchen felt happy.

Xu Shujian snorted softly and said nothing.

"Alright." Song Fengchen kissed his tight lips and coaxed: "When did I let you down? I promise that this trip to the far gate will definitely come back unscathed."

Xu Shujian actually didn't like Song Fengchen's fighting and killing, not to mention the fact that the Ding family's affairs were even unbalanced by his masters, which shows how dangerous the level is.

"Yeah." Xu Shujian snorted, knowing that even if he objected, it wouldn't help.

Song Fengchen's heart was warm, and the fire burned to the five-inch dice.

He was full of heart, and he was busy with final review during this time, and he hadn't touched Xu Shujian for several days.

Thinking about this, he put the corners of the person's mouth in his arms, and touched it down with his hands: "This time I go to the Hong Kong market, it may take a lot of time... I have repaired the table in the study again, do you want to try it. "

Xu Shujian blushed in an instant. Before he could say ‘indecent’, both legs left the ground. In a panic, he stretched out his hand to wrap around the neck of the person under him...

When Song Fengchen arrived in the port city, it was already in the afternoon, and the housekeeper of Ding's family came to pick him up.

"Master Song, drink a bottle of Coke slowly." Seeing Song Fengchen's pale face, the butler understood clearly, took out a glass bottle of Coca-Cola from the trunk of the car, opened it with a corkscrew and handed it to Song Fengchen. .

Song Fengchen took it and raised his head and took two sips. He didn't know whether it was for psychological reasons or something else. After half a bottle of Coke, his expression really improved a lot.

He flipped through the glass bottle in his hand. The mainland of this era has been out of touch with foreign countries for a long time. This is the first time he has seen this kind of ‘drink that tastes a bit like Chinese medicine’ since he was reborn.

In general, the taste is similar to that of later generations, but it is a little too angry.

Just when Song Fengchen was belching for a while, Ding's villa arrived.

"Master Song, I'm sorry to trouble you to rush over all the way," Ding Sijing said with a look of excitement.

The servant standing behind him quickly reached out and took the suitcase in Song Fengchen's hand.

"Let's watch the Lord less." Xuanzhen shouted in unison with blue noses and swollen faces.

After the accident in Guangyang, the two people who hadn't seen the world were in a mess. It was only after Ding Sijing's reminder that they remembered asking for help from Song Fengchen, who was far away in the capital.

With the arrival of Song Fengchen, most of their hearts have finally fallen.

"Mr. Ding, two senior brothers." Song Fengchen nodded slightly, regarded as a courtesy: "How is the master?"

"From noon yesterday to now, I have been in a coma." Xuan Zhen looked worried.

"Go and see him first." Song Fengchen only said.

"good."

Guang Yang was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his face pale.

Song Fengchen took off his coat and walked over, his eyes falling directly on Guangyang's chest.

He bent down, lifted the thin quilt on Guangyang's body, and pulled off his clothes. What caught his eye was a pitch-black palm print.

"This is--" Song Fengchen's pupils tightened, and said each word: "Desperate palm!"

"Desperate Palm?" Xuan Zhen always felt that this name was a bit familiar, he thought about it carefully, and his expression changed.

There are two types of yin and yang. The palm of the sun can hurt people at close range. After patted on a person, within seven days, the person in the palm of the palm will bleed and die. The palm of the yin palm can be placed against the opponent's stand-in, and the person in the palm of the palm is bound to suffer from various diseases and eventually die suddenly.

This technique is especially sinister, so when the master teaches the Fa, he usually draws a bottom line for his disciples. It is not a vengeance for killing the father and taking his wife.

But to relieve this palm, only the heart and flesh of the person applying the palm can be used as medicine.

Trouble!

Song Fengchen frowned: "What the **** is going on?"

He knows Guangyang's ability, is it true that Guiren is so powerful?

The expressions of both Xuanzhen and Xuanzhen changed, and they looked at the young man on Ding Sijing's left hand with a wry expression.

Hearing this, Ding Sijing raised his foot and kicked the young man's calf. Unexpectedly, the young man staggered and knelt on the ground.

He gasped, while shrinking his body, almost afraid to look directly at Song Fengchen.

Ding Sijing looked guilty and gritted his teeth and said, "It's all this little beast."

Guangyang knows that the current situation is that the enemy is in secret. To protect the safety of Ding’s family, the first thing he did when he arrived in Hong Kong City was that Ding Sijing called all his family back to this villa and ordered them to be short. They were not allowed to go out during the time, and there was a net outside the villa. When the idlers entered and left the villa, they had to search carefully to identify their identities.

After more than a month without incident, Zong Guiren never appeared, and the vigilance of the Ding family slowly dropped. Ding Sijing is okay, he cherishes his life and is more able to bear his temper. It's not enough for the juniors in the Ding's family. Being detained at home and not allowed to go out is like going to jail for them, boring and aggrieved.

Just at this moment, the group of young men's friends called him. Under their agitation, the young man who wanted to go out and breathe decisively intimidated him, bought a bodyguard and sneaked out.

In this way, the young man fell into Zong Guiren's hands.

When he came back, the bodyguard who had been bought by him was full of thoughts rejoicing that he had nothing to do and returned safely, so don't remember to search him.

In this way, the young man took the two big ghost kings and three big ghost generals under Zong Guiren's hands and entered the gate of Ding's house grandiosely.

"It was also to save this little beast that Grand Master Guangyang was seriously injured."