Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

A person's appearance is still very important. For example, the writer at the moment is wearing a white robe from top to bottom, with white beard and electric eyes. He looks like a legendary expert in the world.

The members of the plum blossom group hesitated, and finally lowered their posture and asked: "sir... Who is it? Why do you know my family's hidden method?"

Hearing the other side's response, the writer was overjoyed to know that he had succeeded in his plan. But he didn't show his face. He still asked with a smile: "he qingniu, that old guy, should still be alive!"

In a word, members of the plum blossom group were immediately shocked.

Because he qingniu is not the other one, he qingniu is the oldest of the five hermit ancestors of he family.

Each of the five hermit ancestors of the he family is over 100 years old. The oldest, he qingniu, is 118 years old.

These five people, living in seclusion in the mountain forest behind he's compound, suppress he's vital energy. They won't go out of the mountain easily until he's alive or dead.

What Mo Nan heard earlier, the five blasts that run through the air, came from these five people.

There are not many people who know the names of five people, not to mention in the outside world, even in the whole he family.

Now I heard that the writer mentioned the name of the old ancestor of he family. The members of the plum blossom group had less contempt for the writer. However, they were still quite confused and said, "the old ancestor is alive naturally. I don't know what the relationship between you and the old ancestor is..."

"Ha ha ha, I knew that old guy couldn't die easily. As for your question about my relationship with him... "The writer stopped a little and said with a smile

"The hidden form method that you are using now was founded by me and the old guy at the beginning. Let's think about it... Taking advantage of the scenery to move the potential, hiding the form in the shadow... Is that right?"

Hearing this, the plum blossom group member's eyes immediately showed a color of surprise, because what the writer called out in his mouth was exactly one of the core pithy formulas of the hidden form method.

It is impossible for outsiders to know that this method can be called the secret of what family does not pass on.

Speaking of this, members of the plum blossom group have basically believed what the writer said, and their attitude towards the writer has finally become respectful.

"Master... Are you really my grandfather's friend? I don't know where you came to my home this time and what you did? "

"Oh, I've been out of the Customs recently. I miss my old friend, so come and have a look. It's nothing serious. You don't have to care." With that, the writer went on, ready to leave.

Members of the plum blossom group stepped back and let the writer out, but he still said, "it's late at night now. Why don't you help me prepare a guest room for me to have a rest?"

With that, the members of the plum blossom group were ready to go with the writer. Although he was respectful, he still had some doubts in his heart. He was ready to take the writer to the guest room to settle down, and then find out the writer's identity.

However, the writer's steps suddenly stopped.

"No, I'll go by myself!"

The smile on the writer's face had gone, but he looked at the member of the plum blossom group calmly.

"Er... Let's follow the elder and point out the way for him."

The breeze blows, the flowers and plants on both sides of the road swing left and right, and the leaves rustle.

"Listen to what you mean, don't you believe me?" Pen Weng said, his voice gradually became indifferent.

"I..."

Hum! Buzz!

As soon as the member of the plum blossom group opened his mouth, a slight beep suddenly sounded in the air, as if there were just a few bees flying around a few people.

The expression of plum blossom group members froze in the face, his neck, slowly appeared a two inch long scratch, a touch of blood slowly exuded from the scratch.

In the flowers around, a few grass leaves were cut off and floated around.

Not far away from the tree, half of the branch suddenly fell, fell to the ground, splashing a burst of dust. The fracture of the branch is as smooth as a mirror, as if cut by a sharp blade.

"Former... Elder!"

The voice of the members of the plum blossom group was trembling. For a moment, he felt the terrible breath of death from the writer. He felt that as long as the other party had an idea, he would separate his body and head and die on the spot.

He felt this terrible momentum only once in his group leader XueYue He Mei, and even then it was not as strong as it is now.

That kind of feeling as if a sharp blade passed around the neck was too terrible.

"Do you think I need to prove something to you?"

Pen Weng light said, and then strode toward the front of the street, do not stop.

In the duty, plum blossom group members want to follow up and continue to check, but his body is constantly shaking, not a step out.

Finally, he thought of deceiving himself in his heart: "well, since the other party is such a master, and he is so open and aboveboard, there must be no malice." With this in mind, the members of the plum blossom group eventually turned around and went in another direction instead of following the writer. After that, the writer did not encounter any obstacles, and walked into he's house smoothly. After that, there is the back mountain of he's courtyard. The trees on the back mountain are luxuriant, and all kinds of plants crisscross in it. At the entrance at the foot of the mountain, a path paved with bluestone slabs has been spreading into the deep mountain. I don't know where to go. The writer looked at the path in front of him, and his eyes were full of reminiscence. He seemed to think of something in the past. A moment later, with a faint sigh, he stepped onto the path and walked towards the mountain. After a few steps, the wind in the mountain forest suddenly increased a lot. The writer moved in his heart and stopped“ Ha ha ha, it's a fine day today. I'm here to visit my old friend. " The writer said with a smile. His voice went up the mountain road and startled the birds in the forest A moment later, another old voice came down the mountain road: "there is no old friend here." There is only one voice, but it contains five wills. The writer laughed and said in a soft voice: "at the Yanjing city and Yiming meeting, we had a very happy conversation, didn't we?" The voice fell into silence, and the surrounding air seemed to relax a little. The writer continued to raise his feet and walk towards the mountain“ That was the year, now is the present! You were a contestant in Yiming in those years, but you are the vice president of dragon chamber of Commerce today, so please go back! " When the last sentence came down, the momentum of the five roads suddenly spread along the mountain road, as if a torrent broke out, pounding at the writer. The writer's eyes suddenly lit up, as if stars were twinkling in them“ I want to come. You can't stop me! " PS: today, a book friend wrote to me, asking me if I'm not healthy because I'm so busy? Author Jun lit a cigarette, holding red wine, standing in front of the window, staring at the neon lights outside the window, mouth smile: "I am very painful and happy!"