C6 Old man chen

The wounded man lying next to the car was the one who had just left us a stern message.

He was not dead, but he still had his consciousness.

His eyes were half open, constantly scanning his surroundings, as if he was looking for something.

When the old man saw him like this, he led me through the crowd of people.

Walking up to that person, the old man squatted down and pretended to examine his injuries. He lowered his voice and asked, "Has your memory improved?"

"Old senior, this is a bad rule." The man's eyes were filled with fear, but more importantly, anger. "I just left the house, yet you're already trying to harm me. What's the point?"

"You youngsters like to ruthlessly do things. I am of the older generation now, so I do not like your way of doing things." As the old man spoke, he lit up a cigarette for himself and took two puffs before passing it to him. He said with a helpless tone, "I like to do things with absolute certainty …"

Hearing this, the person with the cigarette in his mouth fell silent.

"The first time was chanting, and the second time was as a gift." The old man sighed, "Next time, you can stay in Sichuan, I'll help you transcend the limits."

When he heard this, he didn't know if it was out of fear or anger, but his body was trembling. The cigarette in his mouth was about to break, but he still didn't dare to make a sound.

"People get old and their hearts aren't as tough as they used to be. Later on, don't force me to kill you." As the old man spoke, he lightly patted his head and stood up. He shouted to the surrounding people, "Hurry and fight 120, this young lad still has hope!"

With that, he turned around and left me alone.

At this moment, that person lifted his head with much difficulty and gasped, asking me, "May I ask which door your family's old master follows?"

I shook my head and said I didn't know.

The man still did not give up and asked again: "May I ask what your family's old man's name is?"

Hearing this question, I immediately became vigilant. "What are you planning to do?"

"Don't worry. I don't have any other intentions. I just want to know which expert's hand I fell into." He smiled bitterly with a sincere expression. "I won't come here to seek death again. You don't have to worry about me coming here to cause trouble."

I hesitated for a moment before I whispered, "My family's old man is surnamed Shen. His full name is Shen Ku Rong."

Hearing my words, that person's eyes immediately widened, as if he had heard something unfathomable. His face was filled with shock and puzzlement.

"He is the Live Hades's Shen Ku Rong?!"

Live Hades?

Since when did the old tutor have such a nickname?

"So, you were hit by my grandfather?" I looked at the blood on his face and couldn't believe it.

"Definitely." When that person said this, he didn't seem angry at all. On the contrary, he seemed to heave a sigh of relief, "I never thought that I would be able to survive in his hands … No one would believe it even if it were to be spread … "

At this time, the ambulance had already rushed over, and the crowd began to stir.

Before he was lifted onto the stretcher, he grabbed my arm without warning.

Help me deliver a message to Master Shen, I have already eaten this lesson, thank him for his kindness, and not only did he not cripple me, he even left a bowl of food for me, I will leave Sichuan tonight, and will not come again.

After saying that, that person was carried into the ambulance by the medical personnel. I didn't continue to stay at the scene and directly returned to the medicine store.

Upon entering, I discovered that at some point, a customer of the same age as the old man had arrived.

At this time, the Old Master was sitting beside him drinking tea. Seeing that I had arrived, the guest smiled at me and said: "This is Shi An, right? "In the blink of an eye, you've grown so much..."

The old man nodded, turned his head and said to me, "This is your Grandpa Chen."

"Good morning, Grandpa Chen." I politely greeted him while muttering to myself. This old man looked unfamiliar, so it seems that I have never seen him before.

I felt that they had something to talk about, so I prepared to leave and head straight for the second floor to rest.

But unexpectedly, the old man opened his mouth and called out to me.

"Sit here." The old man pointed to the chair beside him as he spoke.

Old man Chen was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He couldn't help but ask the old tutor, "You're not lying to him?"

"I can't hide it anymore." The old man sighed, his expression full of frustration. His old eyes were cloudy and filled with helplessness as he said, "Yesterday, he just got people from the industry to look for him. Although that person is not here for the Shen family, but..."

When he spoke up to here, the old tutor didn't continue speaking further. He smoked faster and faster, and his brows creased tighter and tighter.

"Are you going to let him carry the banner of the Shen family?" Old Man Chen asked.

"That's none of your business." The old man scolded impatiently, "Speak frankly. What business do you have with me? Leave as soon as you finish speaking, don't wander around in front of my eyes."

"It's not that I care, it's for your own good." Old man Chen laughed bitterly: "Old Shen, if you don't teach your grandson, your Shen family's abilities will be lost in this generation."

"A person's life can be saved, but there's a light in front of the door." As the old man spoke, he raised his hand and pointed towards the door of the medicine store. "If I'm still alive, the Shen family's lamp will not be extinguished, and the incense will not be broken."

Old Man Chen frowned when he heard this. "What if you die?"

"I don't care about the aftermath of my death, why would I care about that?" The old man smiled, "Besides, it's unknown how many more years I can live for. Don't curse your father for shortening his life."

After saying that, the old man turned his head and looked deeply at me, his face filled with dissatisfaction.

"What's more, this son of a b * tch is too soft-hearted. Just follow his father and learn his fart!"

"Being soft-hearted is a good thing."

Old Man Chen's tone was very sincere, not like he was joking with the old man.

"These days, the mister is too stubborn. When it comes to handling matters, he doesn't give any leeway, nor does he give any leeway to himself."

The old man took over the conversation and asked him a question in reply, "Because of this, I don't want my grandson to enter the industry. He's so soft-hearted, who can he fight against?"

"If we can't fight him now, do you want him to fight us for the rest of his life?" Old Man Chen forced a smile and asked, "The death of his father was the main reason why you didn't let him join the business. But because of this, you made the Shen family lose their incense stick. Have you ever thought about how he would live the rest of his life?"

The old tutor didn't respond, as if he was thinking about something.

"You're too stubborn. Back then, the higher-ups invited you to the Eight Treasures Mountain, but you refused to go …" Old man Chen sighed, "Think about it, in these few decades, how many matters have you meddled with, and how many enemies have you made. Now, they don't dare to find trouble with the Shen family, that's because you're here, but how many more years can you live?"

Hearing this, the old man immediately started cursing. Damn you, old dog, don't curse me! Your father's days are still long!

"I'm telling the truth." Old Man Chen gloated with a smile, "Even if you don't think for yourself, you still have to think for your grandson. If he is killed by someone in the future …"

"Actually, I can solve this matter." The old man suddenly said.

Old Man Chen stared blankly for a moment, then curiously asked the old man, "Do you have any ideas?"

"Before I died, I killed all those who had conflicts with me." The old man seemed to have had a flash of inspiration as he said proudly, "Wouldn't that be fine!"

Old Man Chen was silent for a few seconds, then asked tentatively, "I remember that there was a conflict between us a few years ago, right?"

The old man said, "Oh yeah, I really hated you back then."

"Will you kill me before you die?" Old Man Chen cautiously asked.

"You're the first one to die." The old man scolded him fiercely.

"Shen, you're really merciless!" Old Man Chen laughed, "But this method of yours works. I'm just afraid that you will incur the wrath of the masses and cause the higher-ups to be unable to bear it."

The old tutor fell silent and suddenly became quiet.

"I suggest that you teach him something. It's good for him to use it for self-defense." Old Man Chen said helplessly, "In Sichuan, the Song family and your Shen family can be considered famous families. Now that the Song family has collapsed, it still hasn't dispersed. The reason why they can continue to live is because there is a new generation that is burning incense …"

"The one called Song Butian?" The old man said, "That young master is a good man. I estimate that in a few years, he will be holding the flag of the Song Family."

"You don't want the Shen family to bear the flag?" Old Man Chen asked.

The old man scolded him very bluntly, "What does this have to do with you? "Why are you so preoccupied?"

After he finished speaking, the old man seemed to slap the table in anger as he impatiently scolded, "If you have nothing to do, then scram. Don't disturb me when I go out to play cards."

"I did indeed have something I wanted you to help me with. More accurately, there are two things I wanted you to help me with." Old Man Chen didn't get angry, but smiled awkwardly. "The first thing about it is that Ma Laoban who died a few days ago."

"Him?" The old tutor was obviously stunned for a moment before he asked in disbelief, "Then can the young ones bring this matter up the wall?"

"He can't, but others in the profession can." Old Man Chen said helplessly, "You should know that the person who cultivates is at the same level as Han. Moreover, he is the only one in the industry who cultivates at the same level …"

The old man nodded and didn't say anything.

Ma San is a good person. He didn't have a master to bring him, so he was able to make a set of skills from an old book he received. Although he has done a lot of things that are against the law, I still admire him. Old Man Chen smacked his lips. "Now that he's dead, that book became ownerless, so some jealous mister …"

Without waiting for old man Chen to finish speaking, the old man stood up, walked behind the counter to rummage for a while, then took out a black plastic bag and walked back.

"Everyone wants to find this?"

the old man asked, taking out the contents of the bag and putting it on the table.

It was an ancient book with a yellowing color. It was as thick as a finger, and there were burn marks at the corners. However, the words on the cover were still clearly visible.

The title of the book was written in block letters, but it was written in nine large characters.

The Seventy-second and Legally Door of the Southern Territory.