Pan Yu, Chunfeng Street.

Xinglin Blind Massage Shop—

Master Su, naked, exposed his thin back, closed his eyes, lay comfortably on the massage table, and said to the blind uncle who was about to give him a massage: "This ghost place is as good as this, with regular massage; unlike in Hong Kong, where there are massages everywhere, but they are full of bright lights and wine, and playing edge balls."

He said again: "Last time you said I had a bad kidney, it's great to massage me. I'll do it again today."

The blind uncle rolled his eyes and poked Master Su's waist with his hands, "Your kidney is too weak, you can't do this kind of massage often, you need to do food supplements."

"Food nourishment? What to eat? Snake soup, bull whip?" Master Su licked his lips, "Why don't you write a list for me and I'll buy it to make soup!"

The blind uncle smiled and said, "I am a masseur, not a physiotherapist, nor a chef... If you really want to maintain your body, go to the Chinese medicine doctor. He will prescribe some medicines to replenish qi and strengthen your body."

Master Su waved his hand, "I know--you don't need to say anything, start massage me. The technique is the same as last time. As for the strength, lighter, remember, be lighter! My body is very delicate!"

"Okay, please wait, I'll get the hot towel!" After the blind uncle said that, he walked out of the door and went to get the towel.

Master Su lay on the bed, owed her body, turned on the tape recorder next to her, and immediately loud singing came from the tape recorder-

"My home lives on the loess high slope, and strong winds blow over the slope..."

"I'll choose!" Master Su was shocked. He came from Hong Kong and had never heard such a high-pitched and violent song. He hurriedly turned off the recording machine, but his heart was still beating.

"What a ghost song, it's so ugly! It scares me to death!" Master Su patted Xiaolai proudly.

I thought again that the music tastes of this blind man is quite special. He is a blind man and not a deaf man, so why do you listen to such a loud song?

Just as Master Su Hu was thinking about it, the door of the room creaked open.

Master Su lay down again, closed his eyes, and urged: "Hurry up! Don't ask the turtle to pull the eggs, take it slow, I still have something to do!"

There was no response, but a hot towel was already placed on Master Su's waist.

The warm feeling instantly spread from the waist to the spinal cord, which was very pleasant.

Master Su couldn't help but moan, and then he felt one hand start to massage himself.

At first, it was fine, the strength of the hand was just right, neither light nor heavy. But gradually, the hand began to become heavier.

Master Su held it at first, but gradually couldn't stand it anymore, so he said, "Please be gentle!"

The other party didn't say anything.

He still massaged him very hard. Suddenly, the hand pressed the master Su's most fragile waist and eye. Master Su said "Ouch" and jumped up directly from the bed.

"What are you doing? Do you want to kill someone?" Master Su yelled, and then he turned around and realized that something was wrong. The person who was giving him a massage was not a blind uncle, but...

"Song, Song Zhichao?" Master Su looked at the other party in surprise.

Song Zhichao smiled affectionately, then nodded and said, "Well, you are not good at craftsmanship, which scares you!"

"You are not good at craftsmanship, you did it on purpose!" Master Su said angrily, "Don't think I don't know. You kept calling me these days and asked me to arrange for you to meet Miss Fu. I don't want to, so you did this, right?"

Song Zhichao smiled and reached out to take the hot towel dropped on the bed, "That's right. I'm very sincere in doing business with Miss Fu, so I need an intermediary like you - who doesn't know that you are a celebrity around Miss Fu. If you want to see her, you have to pass you!"

"Hmph!" Master Su Ni snorted, "Why are you asking for help? I think you are threatening!" He covered his waist with his hands, "I pity my old waist!" He felt unbearable pain.

Song Zhichao moved his fingers and said to Master Su: "It seems that you don't like my skills very much. It doesn't matter. I will continue to improve and continue to work hard!"

"No! It's free!" Master Su hurriedly stopped Song Zhichao's words, "If you continue to do this, you will kill me sooner or later!" After pausing, he said, "You're doing so many things, just to meet Miss Fu. Okay, I'll help you, but you don't have to regret it!"

"How could I regret it? I thank you for not having time!"

"Haha, it's better that's true!" Master Su sneered, and a trace of weirdness shot out from his eyes.

...

Panyu County, "Liugentang" scenic spot—

"Liugeng Hall" is the ancestral hall of the He clan of a large clan. The hall is named after the couplet of the ancestral hall: "Yin virtue is far from the ancestors, and the heart is left to the descendants to cultivate."

It is said that the first He family to settle in Shawan was He Renjian. In the sixth year of Shaoding in the Southern Song Dynasty, he purchased a large area of ​​land in Shawan and became one of the five famous families in Panyu at that time. In order to commemorate and worship He Renjian, in the 12th year of Zhiyuan in the Yuan Dynasty, the He family built this Liugeng Hall.

The Liugeng Hall has an area of ​​3,300 square meters and is a brick and stone wood structure. It has a long and long plane in the north and south. The main buildings include: mountain gate, Yigong, Diaoyutai, Xiangdian, Sleeping Hall, East and West corridors, and the most magnificent He Clan Ancestral Hall.

At this time, Song Zhichao, led by his master Su, came to the ancestral hall of Liugeng Hall.

Master Su asked Song Zhichao to stand outside the ancestral hall first and waited for him to report to Miss Fu.

According to Master Su, Miss Fu rarely came here for a trip today, and Song Zhichao was lucky.

Song Zhichao didn't know if he was lucky, but he didn't like being stared at him at this moment.

Staring at him was a tough man in a suit and tie.

Song Zhichao knew without asking that this guy was Fu Qingying's personal bodyguard and driver, Chen Biao.

As the name suggests, it is really awesome.

Song Zhichao smiled at this very tough guy.

Chen Biao snorted coldly, his eyes showing a hint of coldness. He hated Song Zhichao to the core. He remembered that if he hadn't been secretly implicated by this kid last time, he wouldn't have bumped into the cow, and was chased by the ignorant villagers with iron poles.

It's a shame!

After all, I was one of the best kung fu masters in Hong Kong, but in the end I was captured by a large group of wild men in the mountain village and sent to the police station.

Chen Biao has always told himself that it is not that his skills are not good, but that the other party has too many people, but this kind of self-comfort is obviously not the root cause. Deep in his heart, Chen Biao has seriously felt that his self-esteem has been insulted and frustrated.

At this moment, it was clear that the enemy was particularly jealous when they met.

Chen Biao was red with his eyes, and Song Zhichao would not be foolishly fucking him. So he calmly avoided Chen Biao's eyes, then carried his hands behind his back and browsed the scenery outside the He Clan Ancestral Hall.

Seeing that Song Zhichao refused to accept the call, Chen Biao was so angry that he had no place to vent his anger, so he could only hum heavily.

Song Zhichao felt that the people around Miss Fu had serious rhinitis tendencies, and both Master Su and Biaozi liked to hum the nose.

Chen Biao has been paying attention to Song Zhichao. Seeing him laughing secretly, he guessed that the other party must be laughing at him. So he couldn't help it anymore and glared at Song Zhichao and shouted: "Flop, what are you laughing at?"

Song Zhichao frowned. He didn't like Chen Biao's loud scolding attitude.

A person can be tough, but not arrogant!

Song Zhichao dislikes those arrogant and arrogant people the most.

You are crazy, I am crazy than you.

You are arrogant, I am more arrogant than you.

So, Song Zhichao pointed his hand at Chen Biao's nose and said with a smile: "I laugh at you like a piece of shit, oh, it looks more like a stern face!"

"Stop, go to death!" Chen Biao had never been humiliated like this in his life. He was furious and was about to take action on the spot.

At this time—

"Stop!" Master Su came out of the ancestral hall, and he glared at Chen Biao, "What are you doing? Secretary Song is the guest of the eldest lady!"

Chen Biao gritted his teeth viciously, took a step back, and glared at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao shrugged like nothing happened and said to Master Su: "Miss, are you willing to see me?"

"Yes, she lets you in."

Song Zhichao nodded, then said to Chen Biao: "You are lucky!" After that, he threw the big stone hidden behind him to the ground, clapped his hands, and turned around and walked towards the ancestral hall.

Behind, Chen Biao looked shocked.
Chapter completed!