Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

This old man looked seven or eighty years old a few years ago.

I'm in my early sixties now.

This **** is getting younger and younger like an old monster, who the hell can afford it?

The third uncle rubbed his chin.

It still makes a crunching sound when biting things. The punch a few years ago broke the entire lower jaw in half.

Several ribs were also broken.

The shot was too fucking ruthless.

Now that you are so young, you can't kill someone with one punch?

The third man was terrified to the extreme.

just.

Before he finished speaking, seven or eight of his subordinates really listened to 30 words very much.

All ran away.

It just ran towards the old man, and immediately surrounded their family of six or seven members.

The third master was instantly dumbfounded.

"Old man, do you still know Lao Tzu? Wasn't he very knowledgeable just now? I'm asking you for advice now."

The young lad ran first.

Seeing Song Qingshan sneer, he has been in this business for so many years.

It was the first time to eat such a big flat.

Being exposed in public.

"Old man, you really hit the spot." Qin Huairu looked at the group of people who came up.

His face was quite calm.

After all, I experienced it a few years ago, and since my old man provoked them.

Definitely have the confidence to pack these guys.

"Sister, brother-in-law, I'm afraid." Qin Jingru's small face turned pale with fright. She originally thought there were only two or three people.

As a result, more than a dozen popped out at once.

Hurry up and hide behind your brother-in-law.

Although Song Yu, Song Fei, Song Ling, and Song Wu were young, none of them were too scared.

Especially Little Song Wu.

A pair of bright and big eyes faintly revealed excitement.

"Young man, you are not talking about martial arts, your things are fake, and my old man is just telling the truth."

Song Qingshan looked as usual.

Looking around, there are some shrimp soldiers and crab generals, looking at the young man with a half-smile.

"Old man, are you frightened?"

"Haven't you noticed that I'm in this business? You've cut off my money today. If you don't bleed some blood, you won't be able to make it through."

The young guy stared at Song Qingshan fiercely.

"Follow the old guy and talk nonsense. Let's beat him up first. Our third master can't wait any longer."

"Hahaha, these two girls are good, I think they should be our third master's daughter-in-law."

"The third master is blessed."

"The old guy keeps his money today, and people have to stay today. Seeing how old you are, if you want to live for a few more years, just be obedient and obedient."

"Hahaha, third master, come here quickly, we are all surrounded."

Seven or eight hooligans laughed wildly.

It feels imperative.

however.

Hearing the laughter of these subordinates, the old man wanted to cry but had no tears. He really wanted to sew their mouths shut with a needle.

"Third Master, why are you a little stage fright at the end of the matter?"

A group of people gathered around.

There were only two people left in the ditch, Mr. Zheng and Mr. Zheng. Mr. Zheng slowly stood up and asked while looking at Mr. Zhang with his head down in bewilderment.

He has always been cautious in his actions.

Seeing the expression on the third master's face, he was very puzzled, but he knew that this one was ruthless in Forty-Nine City.

Cut off limbs at every turn.

Why are you still scared when you meet an old man today?

"Brother Zheng, today we met a living hell king. Don't look at this old man, but he is very evil."

"A few years ago, my brother suffered a big loss under his hands."

"I think we'd better run quickly."

The third uncle was still lying on the ground in the ditch, looked up at the road, and met Song Qingshan's eyes.

"Hehe, I also met an acquaintance."

Song Qingshan chuckled.

In the dark, Song Qingshan's smile looked extremely terrifying and gloomy to the third master.

Around a dozen people could still laugh.

Obviously not paying attention.

"Brother Zheng, my family is still in a hurry. My grandma remarried today, so I'll go back first."

The third man's brain is almost short-circuited.

Even the excuse of grandma's remarriage came out.

"Third Master, you..."

Mr. Zheng was speechless for a while, "We have so many people, why are we afraid of him being an old man?"

"No, this is really not an ordinary old man, he is very good at fighting."

The third master had a look of fear.

"Hahaha, can you fight?" Mr. Zheng burst out laughing when he heard this.

"Third Master, do you know why I can stand firm in this behavior?"

"why?"

The third man looked at Mr. Zheng like he was looking at a fool. He could still laugh when his mother's big case was imminent?

"Seeing that there are no three of my subordinates, the best of them can fight, and they all have real kung fu. It is not a problem for one person to fight three or four."

"If you say that this old man is such a powerful man, then we really got into trouble today."

"But if you say you can fight."

"Hehe, the third master can rest assured, this old guy guarantees that he won't hurt a single hair of yours."

Mr. Zheng said confidently.

Those three strong men were all recruited by him at a high price, and they subdued many colleagues for him.

"Brother Zheng, you should have said it earlier."

Hearing this, the third master breathed a sigh of relief, the good guy almost peed his pants.

"Go, today is just to avenge the third master."

Mr. Zheng stretched out his hand to pull the third man up from the ditch, and the two walked towards Song Qingshan.

"Old man, let's meet again. I haven't changed a lot in a few years. She looks a lot younger."

The old man walked up to him swaggeringly.

He looked at Song Qingshan and said.

The tone sounded like that of an old acquaintance.

"You haven't changed much. After many years, you are still doing the business of robbing houses."

"Young people are not motivated at all."

Song Qingshan raised his hand and nodded to the third master, with a bit of hatred in his tone.

"Third Master, do you know this old guy?"

Someone asked suspiciously.

"It's not just acquaintance, the relationship between me and this old man is very deep."

"Since the old man is an acquaintance, and knows what the brothers are doing, obediently hand over the money on your body, and I can let you go."

Third Master Bie looked at Song Qingshan with a relaxed expression.

My heart is still a little empty.

Did not dare to say too harsh words.

"Third Master, how can it be done? Don't you want these two girls?"

"If you don't want to leave it to us."

"How come the third master has been cultivating himself recently? This is not like your usual style."

"Ha ha ha ha."

A group of young people roared with laughter.

The third master looked up at Qin Jingru, Qin Huairu, he had never seen Qin Jingru before.

But Qin Huairu was deeply impressed.

The last time I saw this little girl was quite young, but now she is getting more and more charming.

The third master swallowed his saliva.

I think in my heart.

But after taking a look at Song Qingshan's face getting colder and colder, he didn't dare to say anything.

Reservation for now.

If the three subordinates surnamed Zheng can't beat the old man later, then he will be scratching his head.

Let's wait and see.

"Old man, did you see this thing?" Mr. Zheng held the golden seal in his hand, raised his hand to push his glasses, and looked at Song Qingshan with gloomy eyes.

"You did it."

Song Qingshan also looked at the middle-aged man wearing glasses.

"Yes, thank you for pointing out this detail, I have to pay attention to it in the future."

Mr. Zheng nodded.

His craft of making fakes was passed down from his ancestors, not only gold seals, antique porcelain, and celebrity calligraphy and paintings.

What is worth doing.

Over the years relying on this craft to go all over the world, and never missed it.

Because of this, he got the name of Mr. Zheng in the industry.

Someone knows his real name and surname.

They are all called Mr. Zheng.