Half a month later.
Ten miles of foreign land.
Accompanied by his master, Cheng Long led eight gangsters and walked slowly on the streets, inspecting the properties that were under his name.
"Gang Leader, our newly opened antique shop is doing very well. Yesterday we met a wealthy man who sold a few scraps of scrap metal for tens of thousands of yuan..."
"And our nightclub, after a period of reform, has attracted the attention of many wealthy people, and the casino has made a lot of money."
The master with glasses spoke eloquently.
Cheng Long, who was walking in front, suddenly raised his hand, and the master and the eight followers behind him stopped one after another.
"I met an acquaintance. I went over to say hello. You guys go back first."
"Gang leader, you have good taste! This woman looks very serious at first glance, and she is also very beautiful..." The master followed Cheng Long's gaze and noticed the fresh and refined dumb girl A Fang pushing a stroller. At another time, If the place were different, he would definitely be excited.
Now!
He only dared to appreciate it and did not dare to blaspheme.
Even, people will be arranged to protect the other party secretly.
Nothing else.
Just because this woman is the woman that the gang leader likes.
"Stop flattering and get out of here!"
Cheng Long smiled and cursed, then strode forward in the direction of the mute girl.
"You, you, and you..."
The master reached out and nodded at the three of them, and ordered: "Keep in mind the appearance of this young lady, and then arrange for a few smarter boys to protect her secretly. The Demon City has been uneasy recently, and the unfavorable product of our gang leader has attracted various people. Don’t let those scumbags hurt your future gang leader’s wife because of the fight between monsters and monsters.”
"Master, don't worry. With the help of our brothers, we will definitely handle the matter properly."
"Master, I took in two younger brothers yesterday. One of them looked smart. They should be qualified for this job..."
"..."
On the other side, the mute woman looked at Cheng Long who was walking towards him, took out an ice cream and handed it over with a smile.
Cheng Long touched Ah Fang's little hand intentionally or unintentionally when receiving it, then brought the ice cream to his mouth and took a bite. He smiled evilly and said: "A Fang, your milk...the ice cream is fragrant and sweet. I have been thinking about it for a long time. ”
"..."
A Fang's pretty face turned red with embarrassment at being teased.
This bastard, if you take it apart and read it, it's simply bad.
But instead of being embarrassed, she was actually a little excited. Cheng Long's current charm, to put it bluntly, was walking hormones.
His every frown, every move, every move will be extremely damaging to women.
Otherwise, how could Weiwei, who was only half a month old, dance with him for two dances and then undress him in the evening.
You know, Weiwei is the favorite of the Casablanca nightclub. Boss Liu is very fond of her and will never force her to do anything.
Of course, the big reason here is Wei Wei's boyfriend, General Zeng, the marshal of the Northeast Army.
But it is precisely because of this that Wei Wei, who works in a nightclub, can do whatever she wants. When she meets someone she likes, she will dance with them. No one forces her if she doesn't want to.
There wasn't much work to do, and the pay wasn't much at all.
"Afang, how many ice creams do you have left unsold?"
Cheng Long saw that A Fang was thin-skinned, and after a little teasing, he took the initiative to change the topic.
"17."
The mute woman made a gesture.
Because of the weather, she didn't dare to make too much, for fear that it would not be sold and melted after a long time. In the 1940s, the use of refrigerators was not common in Shanghai, but some families and wealthy people began to use refrigerators. These refrigerators are usually imported, and some internal parts are imported, but the brands are domestic.
Although there are some ice cubes in A Fang's trolley to keep the ice cream cold, it is a hot day and the ice melts quickly, so every time she goes out to the stall, she does not sell much ice cream.
No matter whether the business is good or not, we will go back after selling.
"I'll help you sell it."
Cheng Long quickly ate the ice cream in his hand, then came to the mute girl's side and shouted to the passers-by: "Ice cream is for sale, five coppers each, it's not sweet, no money."
"Really?"
A middle-aged man wearing glasses stepped forward and said, "If it's not sweet, I won't pay."
"No problem. As long as you don't think it tastes good, I'll give you this ice cream." Cheng Long took out an ice cream and handed it to the other party. It didn't matter whether it was money or not. The most important thing was to close the distance with A Fang.
It is much better for two people to do business side by side than chatting face to face.
"Well, that's right. Your ice cream is indeed very sweet and fruity. It's worth five coppers."
The four-eyed uncle took a bite and immediately took out five copper coins from his pocket.
His loud praise attracted many passers-by to watch. People are like this, they have a herd effect.
There are many people around.
It was the ice cream made by the innocent beauty again, and the ice cream made by A Fang was sold out by Cheng Long in a short time.
Accompanying A Fang on his way home.
While pushing the cart, Cheng Long looked at the mute woman who was hesitant to speak, and smiled: "What's wrong?"
"Brother Cheng, are you a descendant of Xiaoyao Sect?"
Ah Fang picked up a pen and paper and asked the questions that had been waiting in his mind for half a month.
The Xiaoyao Sect, even during the Northern Song Dynasty, was an extremely mysterious sect. The three elders of Xiaoyao, all of them had the strength to reach the heavens and the earth, like living gods.
Anyone in the martial arts world who knows some of the Xiaoyao Sect’s background can’t help but list the Xiaoyao Sect as a holy place in the martial arts world.
"I'm not, but I know what they know, and I know what they don't know. Now as long as you nod, I can make you sound again, and say goodbye to the title of mute girl from now on."
Cheng Long was very enthusiastic, because in the past period of time, the relationship between the two had invisibly gotten closer.
This is a good thing. If you make a little progress every day, sooner or later you will be able to realize your dream and win a pure and charming beauty.
"Then my silence..."
A Fang handed over this sentence.
You can literally tell that her heart is moved.
Cheng Long immediately struck while the iron was hot and said: "It's simple, I will teach you a magical martial arts skill later. The Zen skill of silent meditation is really not suitable for you."
"Thank you, Brother Cheng!"
"Where is your home?"
"..."
Following the mute girl, he turned left and right and walked for about forty minutes before arriving at an alley. The house where A Fang lived was actually a small building with a courtyard.
The two-and-a-half-story brick house is a bit luxurious for one person to live in, but it also proves that the mute girl's family background was very good when she was a child.
Even though I'm down and out now, I can still say that I have enough food and clothing.
When you are really short of money, you can rent out the first and second floors, and you can collect a lot of rent for five rooms.
Cheng Long placed the cart in an empty space, looked it up and down, and turned back to Ah Fang and said, "A Fang, if I had known you lived in such a good place, I would have come to rent a house with you."
"Brother Cheng, if you have no place to stay, you can come to my house at any time."
A Fang smiled slightly and wrote this sentence.
She was very relieved about Cheng Long.
Once a man with super strong force has evil intentions towards a woman, even an innate master like her will be unable to resist.
The two chatted for a while. Cheng Long took the initiative to get to the point, and then he pointed his finger and shot a beam of light into A Fang's forehead.
[The black fly is gold, the rabbit is walking jade, a grain of millet is in the three realms; the mountains, rivers and earth are dusty for a few years, and the yin and yang are poured upside down into the mysterious valley; in the life of stone, fire, and lightning, a few guests and magpies stay on the branches; the mulberry fields and the sea are spring and autumn, and the universe does not let go of retirement. …】
This exercise is called "Eternal Spring Gong". It is a basic exercise with wood attributes. It has wonderful functions such as beautifying the face, maintaining youth forever, improving physical fitness, and enhancing anti-toxicity.
Can continue to cultivate to the Yangshen realm.
It also comes with more than ten minor spells.
Such as Dead Tree Rejuvenation, Fireball, Wood Thorn, Winding, etc.
The above are all the techniques that Cheng Long deduced on the way here. A Fang himself has a martial arts foundation and does not lack the means to kill and protect the way, so he will directly give him the training methods.
It's just because A Fang still misses A Xing, who helped her when she was a child. Otherwise, she can directly teach "Shangqing Immortal Technique" or "Shura Book" in one step.
A Fang tried to practice for a while, and it turned out to be extremely smooth. The true energy in the Dantian was converted into wood-attributed mana, and there was no hindrance at all. It only hurt the flowers and plants in the yard, and many green plants were drained of their energy and withered.
But she didn't care. The green plants withered and withered. The true energy in her dantian was converted into mana, allowing her to directly enter the foundation building state, and it was still in the late stage of foundation building.
This is something worth being happy about.
In terms of martial arts cultivation, he would be in the late stage of Xiantian, the same realm as Bao Gong and Bao Po.
"Do you still need to think about it now?" Cheng Long asked with a smile.
"..." Afang shook his head repeatedly.
Sure enough, with more powerful immortal cultivation techniques, how could she be reluctant to keep silent?
The closed-mouthed meditation taught by the old beggar can only be cultivated to the golden elixir level.
But the Changchun Kung taught by Brother Cheng can be practiced to the Yang Shen realm, and can lead to longevity and youth forever.
There is absolutely no comparison between the two.
"It may be a little itchy, just bear with it."
Cheng Long walked up to A Fang and reached out to hold the other person's white and tender neck. Along with a surge of black magic power, a numbing feeling soon affected his vocal cords.
But in just a few seconds, Ah Fang, who had been mute for more than ten years, couldn't help but make a sound.
"It's itchy, it's so itchy!"
"Cheng, Brother Cheng, when will it end!"
Hearing the oriole-like voice, Cheng Long smiled and took back the palm holding A Fangxue's neck, and said with a smile: "It's better. From now on, you are no longer a mute girl."
"This, so fast..."
Having been mute for more than ten years, A Fang has trouble speaking smoothly.
But the question is not big. If you talk more, you will soon be able to answer it fluently.
"Of course, I am a real god."
"Ah? A god?" A Fang was stunned.
"If I am not a god, how can I grant you the practice skills?" Cheng Long said with a smile: "Do you want to know why I help you?"
"I think." A Fang nodded.
"Because I like you. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. You look very pure, and you have a beautiful temperament that emerges from the mud but is not stained. It is particularly fascinating."
"..."
Afang Xiafei's cheeks flew up, and for a moment, she didn't know how to answer.
Brother Cheng, who had a mysterious origin, not only gave himself Changchun Gong, but also healed his vocal cords and restored his ability to speak.
Logically speaking, you should commit yourself to each other.
But deep down in her heart, she was always thinking about the little boy who had been bullied by some gangsters in order to help her, and had his head drenched in urine by those gangsters.
She kept the lollipop that was snatched by the gangster.
Cheng Long, who used telepathy to detect Ah Fang's heart, was a little disappointed. Even though he had revealed his identity, he still couldn't win over Ah Fang.
The mute girl is indeed the destined heroine of the kung fu world!
This pure original intention is admirable.
"Afang, just because I like you doesn't mean you must like me. If you're in trouble, you can think about it slowly. I'm not in a hurry." Cheng Long is not a demonic monk in the traditional sense. He will take back whatever he can't get.
He will give A Fang enough choices...
Sometimes regret is not a bad thing, but it can strengthen his Taoist heart.
"Brother Cheng, I remember all your kindness, and I will seriously consider it."
Ah Fang was actually moved for a moment, and there was a voice in her heart that kept telling her, just say yes, and if you say yes, you will be the companion of the gods, the little fairy that everyone envies.
However, that boy from childhood has never left me.
"It doesn't matter, whether you accept it in the end or not, I will still be your Brother Cheng."
Cheng Long rubbed A Fang's head affectionately.
At this moment, he found the feeling of pampering his cousin Zhu Wanfang.
Both Afangs are the kind of pure girls who have emerged from the mud and are untainted, and they deserve to be cared for with all their heart.
……
7 p.m.
Cheng Long came to Liu Ye's nightclub alone, hoping to find Wei Wei to soothe his slightly lost soul, but he learned from Wei Wei's colleagues that Marshal Zeng had come to Shanghai.
Come on.
Wei Wei can't count on it either.
Just as he was about to leave, Qiqi, who had an ambiguous relationship with Mr. Liu, suddenly came to him with a wine glass.
"Mr. Cheng, why are you leaving right after you arrived?"
"Because I don't have a beauty like you to accompany me."
Cheng Long replied with a smile.
Qiqi, whose real name is Yamaguchi Yumi, also known as Fang Qing, appears to be the top singer in Casablanca nightclub, but in fact, she is a spy dedicated to serving the country. She contacted Liu Yutian in order to obtain intelligence.
Becoming a sister with Wei Wei is also for the purpose of obtaining information.
The same was true when I later contacted Chen Zhen who had returned to China.
"Haha, Mr. Cheng, I love hearing what you say. How about I make an exception and dance with you later?" Qiqi has been singing in nightclubs since she fell in love with Liu Yutian and rarely dances with others.
Occasionally dance to a song, that is to accompany Mr. Liu, or some distinguished guests, even Mr. Liu cannot refuse.
"Okay, preferably Latin or tango."
"Dance a pas de deux with me. Aren't you afraid of being seen by Mr. Liu's people?"
Qiqi looked at Cheng Long with a smile.
It is common knowledge that she and Mr. Liu have an ambiguous relationship. However, outsiders only know that the two are ambiguous, but they do not know that she has not had a relationship with Mr. Liu yet and has been hanging on to each other.
The excuse was that Mr. Liu had too many wives and concubines. If he wanted to be with her, he would have to disperse the wives and concubines at home.
"I'm not even afraid of the King of Heaven, but am I afraid of him?"
Cheng Long acted like he was the boss in the sky, the second boss in the earth, and I was the third boss. Then he changed the subject and said with a smile: "Qiqi, if I give you a chance to live forever in Changchun, are you willing to do anything for me?"
Changchun is immortal?
Qiqi looked dull.
You just took a sip of wine, why are you so drunk? (End of chapter)