The fiery red skirt, the red lips like flames, and a glass of red wine that had been vintage in her hand, with a look of contempt. This is the guardian Zhuque of China. She looked at the airport where she walked out of the airport, and looked at the little monk and Zi Jun, slightly surprised.

"What a beautiful big sister." The little monk clasped his hands together and silently recited Amitabha Buddha.

"When will the monks in Mount Wutai become sweet and sweet."

"Mencius does not lie."

"Okay, Wuyan, when you go back, remember to ask you, the senior brother who practices silent meditation, and your serious master to learn something." Zhuque looked at Zi Jun and suddenly smiled: "A group of bald donkeys in Mount Wutai have become capable, Wuyan bald, where did you hook up with a little girl."

"Little monk, I..." Wu Yan's face blushed like a ripe apple for an instant.

"Little Monk." No matter whom Miss Zi Jun saw, she looked arrogant, but Zhuque's eyes were lit: "Big sister, you are so cool. I will be like you in the future!"

Zhuque was stunned, looked at Zi Jun, remembered something when she let the Buddha remembered, and tied up the ends of her hair: "You will be better than me in the future."

"Welcome back to China." Zhuque looked at Si Ningtong and Qin Hao and smiled sincerely.

For Si Ningtong, Zhuque is a completely different evaluation compared to Si Tianhua. Si Tianhua’s old city is sophisticated and only interests are supreme. However, Si Ningtong has a feeling of Mulan, who died for hundreds of battles for the country without regrets. Just like this time, everyone knows that this is a life-long task, and everyone avoids it, but Si Ningtong takes the initiative to ask for the battle.

The reason made Zhuque feel awe-inspiring, and she said she was a Chinese soldier.

And Qin Hao.

This guy always gives him casual surprises. Every time he sees this guy again, he always makes a big wave, and every time this Chinese general is even more worthy of his name.

At least this time.

China is stirring the whole world by Qin Hao.

Chinese men!

Qin Hao made the whole of Huaxia so angry.

Qin Hao smiled and opened his arms, and he also admired this eclectic Chinese guardian.

"Bah, I want to take advantage of me." Zhuque picked up the little monk and hugged him: "Let's go, the guys from the South China Feilong Military Region heard that you were back, but they were in trouble and were waiting to welcome you."

Qin Hao smiled and stretched.

Suddenly, little girl Zijun pouted her mouth and sighed mournfully.

In the distance, a sloppy Taoist gradually walked towards him, with an indescribable smile on his lips. At the same time, a monk who looked a little old-fashioned also walked towards him.

The little monk crawled down from Zhuque and looked at his senior brother, his eyes falling on the little girl Zijun, his eyes flashed with a feeling of loss, and his head drooped.

Zhuque glanced at the sloppy Taoist, frowned slightly, but said nothing. Instead, he looked at the monk and mocked: "I said, bald, you have been practicing this silent meditation for more than ten years, and you won't really become mute, right? Judging from your dull appearance now, who would have thought that your appearance was a beautiful boy who had left all over the streets in those days."

Wu chuckled and looked at Wu Yan.

Wuyan pouted reluctantly and said, "I understand, senior brother."

Little girl Zi Jun looked at the listless monk, patted the bald monk's head, and said heroically: "Little Ben Monk, don't worry, you are my little brother. Who dares to bully you in the future? I vent my anger for you."

Yu Bo stared at the monk Wu Yu threatened: "Monkey Xiaoben is covered by me. If I let me know that you are bullying the monk Xiaoben, be careful that I will fuck you in the shit temple."

"Miss Zijun, senior brother and master are very nice to me."

"Oh, I know, Xiaobian Monk, I'm leaving too..."

"Yeah." The silent little monk lowered his head.

The speechless and spacious five fingers placed on the silent little monk's head and shook his head.

"You are going to come to Wutai Mountain to have fun. The little monk will take you to climb the mountain and show you the flowers and plants I raise, as well as my wooden fish... and you can also fly kites."

"Monkey Xiaobian, I know, leave quickly. Remember what I said to you, and become a host, so that you will have money. Next time, I will take you to Antarctica to see the penguins."

The little monk Wuyan turned around in one step and at the moment of separation, the little monk Wuyan ran to Miss Zijun and said seriously: "My master and brother have said that practicing Buddhism is practicing Zen, and you are the Zen in my heart. The little monk only wants to meditate and understand you for the rest of his life. You are the Zen I practice. If one day the little monk becomes a Buddha and forms a relics, I will give it to you. This is the most precious thing for the little monk."

Little girl Zijun was stunned and cursed: "Little Stupid Monk."

"I am your stupid monk."

"Don't worry, I will go find you, hurry up." Zi Jun turned around, his pink skirt swaying, trotting to the side of the sloppy Taoist, and waved to the little monk.

The little monk Wuyan clasped his palms and said goodbye to Qin Hao and others one by one. Finally, he waved his hand to Zi Jun, followed Brother Wuyan, and left reluctantly.

The little monk left the Zen he wanted to practice and went to face the Buddhas all over the sky.

The sloppy Taoist's turbid eyes flashed with splendor, and he touched Zi Jun's little head: "For such a young monk, even grandpa doesn't want it?"

"Hmph." Zi Jun inserted his waist and felt inexplicably depressed. He was full of words, but he was no longer in the mood to tell.

The sloppy Taoist shook his head helplessly, nodded to Qin Hao, and Miss Zi Jun, who was in a bad mood, also left the airport.

"Let's go too." Zhuque looked at the back of the sloppy Taoist and said lightly.

Just like Zhuque's hot temperament, Zhuque's beloved car is also a top-notch sports car with a convertible Ferrari, which attracted countless people's attention.

"What do you want to eat?" Zhuque sat in the driver's seat and smiled.

"Just arrange it."

This is a Sichuan cuisine, a quiet private room, and the dishes are already served.

Qin Hao looked at Zhuque in confusion. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the guardian of Zhuque who is in charge of Zhuque who picks up and drops off himself, and he also specially welcomes him. This can only prove that Zhuque has something to say to him.

"The aristocratic family has begun to counterattack." Zhuque said lightly.

Si Ningtong and Qin Hao were shocked at the same time.

The aristocratic families represent the strongest forces in China, including hidden families and various schools of thought. They occupy most of China's resources, are superior to others, and suppress dissidents. They control power and money, they recruit their own private troops, and even control the development of the country.

Especially in every martial arts world, these aristocratic families are united, and the new emerging generations either surrender to them or are destroyed by them.

They always control the most wealth and the strongest authority in China.

This is a terrible interest group.

And now, this interest group has shown its fangs.
Chapter completed!