Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Seeing that the two had left, Zhou Biyu looked away, and sighed inwardly, "Xiaofan, it's all because of my mother. If it wasn't for me, how could you have married Ye Ziqin for the benefit of the family."

Although Zhou Biyu also likes Ye Ziqin, she feels that it is because of the interests of the family that prompted Zhuo Bufan and Ye Ziqin to marry, and Ye Ziqin is a few years older than Zhuo Bufan.

Except for Ye Ziqin, Zhuo Bufan has never brought other girls to the house. She regarded Shi Jian as Zhuo Bufan's girlfriend, but she couldn't give Shi Jian a title. She felt guilty and could only send a red rope to make up for her guilt.

Seeing this scene, Ye Ziqin looked a little sad, and quietly retreated into the room.

At this time, it was already winter in an antique attic in Qingzhou, but the small courtyard of the attic was like peach blossoms in three springs. The flowers were in full bloom, full of fragrance and full of vitality, as if it was not winter, but warm spring.

"The master is the master, look here, it looks like spring, it's amazing." A bodyguard standing by the corridor whispered secretly.

"Hush, keep your voice down, Master doesn't want others to disturb him." A young man standing opposite said solemnly.

I saw a bluestone millstone in the middle of the yard. An old man in a tattered cardigan was sitting with his eyes closed, concentrating. His whole body was like a stone. He had been sitting here for a day and a night without eating or drinking.

Even if the mosquito was attached to his face and sucked blood, he didn't seem to notice it at all.

And as he exhaled and inhaled, his chest bowed together, as if there was a certain rhythm in it, two white mist sprayed out from his nostrils, like two naughty little snakes stretching and shrinking.

The bodyguard glanced at him from time to time, but found that the old man's aura became very ethereal, which felt very strange, and sometimes even found that the old man left the yard without knowing when, and when he took a closer look, he was still sitting there, motionless , as if the whole person has merged with the surroundings, sometimes existing, sometimes turning into illusion.

"Is Senior Hui Chan here?" A middle-aged man with a mustache walked up the corridor in the distance, followed by two bodyguards with knife-like eyes, with strict rules.

The middle-aged man is wearing a meticulous, tailor-made suit from an Italian handcraft workshop, setting off his tall and straight back, like a steel gun, holding a string of sandalwood beads in his right hand, and pulling the beads one by one with his thumb, his eyes slightly squinted, Even flashing fine mans.

"Senior has been sitting on the stone mill for a whole day and night, without moving or eating." The bodyguard in the corridor whispered.

This man is Zhuo Wanli, the head of the Wanli Group. He left the Zhuo family 17 years ago and ventured out alone. However, in recent years, with the help of God, his career has been rising steadily, and he even entered the top spot on the Hurun Rich List in Qingzhou. 100, with assets of nearly 10 billion.

The most important thing is that in the past few years, Zhuo Wanli was unknown, and he made a fortune in a short period of time, which is really amazing to others.

"Huh?" Zhuo Wanli nodded, staring at the old man in the courtyard.

The old man's face was pale, even skinny, and his clothes were tattered. If he was lying on the street, he would be no different from the beggar next to him. What was even more shocking was his eyebrows, which were as white as snow, hanging down to his cheekbones. The location, about three inches long, adds a bit of mystery.

"All dharmas are born from the mind, and all dharmas are destroyed by the mind."

The old man sitting cross-legged on the stone mill opened his mouth slightly, the voice seemed to come out of nowhere, and seemed to come from his mouth.

Zhuo Wanli and several bodyguards opened their eyes wide in an instant,

I saw that the flowers that bloomed in the yard like Yangchun in March withered one after another, and the dew hanging on the green leaves evaporated into white mist. The whole yard suddenly withered and lost all vitality, like an ancient dry desert land, but the white mist But it lingers and permeates the entire courtyard, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

"Prajna Dragon Elephant Skill."

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and two withered hands came out from the long sleeves with a whoosh, like a whirlpool in the palm, and those lingering white mist seemed to meet a long whale drinking water, poured into the palm one after another, and disappeared.

Just when Zhuo Wanli was surprised, the old man slapped his palm lightly from the air, leaving a white mark in the air, and with a click, a thick and round iron shirt beam of a bucket shattered, and sawdust rained down like rain. Without the support of the log, the roof tile slammed down and tilted downward.

"Prajna Dragon Elephant Kung Fu, I have finally mastered it." The old man laughed.

Zhuo Wanli and those bodyguards were dumbfounded.

Even if the solid wood column was hit by a car at a high speed, the log would break at most, but at this moment, the round wooden column seemed to be detonated by explosives buried in the center of the person, and it exploded into sawdust bit by bit, and the palm was more than ten meters away. If it was hit on a human body, it would probably be filled with blood and flesh.

"Congratulations, master, you have achieved a great achievement." Zhuo Wanli cupped his hands, lowered his eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, and shouted respectfully.

Behind Hui Chan's hands behind his back, the breath of his whole body disappeared in an instant, and he almost turned into an ordinary old man again. If he hadn't witnessed the power of his palm just now, I am afraid that a teenage child could bully him.

The two bodyguards who stayed in the corridor were even more dull-eyed. Both of them had learned martial arts and had been the bodyguards of some second- and third-tier stars. The instructors they had seen were the most powerful. Kicking off a willow tree with a thick wrist is a terrible thing, and you can hit ten with one.

But the old man's move just now is like a peerless master in the world of martial arts. This is modern society, right? Big brother is not kidding.

"En." Hui Chan hummed softly, but said in his heart: "Although I haven't stepped into the realm of a master, but I have already practiced this Prajna magical skill. Even if I am a master, I have the strength to fight."

During this day and night, he radiated all the energy and true energy in his body, and condensed them in the yard without dispersing them, so that the flowers and branches that should have withered in winter bloomed and made the vegetation green like a spring breeze. Just now, he took back all the true energy, and also Let all the surrounding plants lose their vitality.

"Master Hui Chan, I will go back to the Zhuo family to win the title of Patriarch this time, and Master Hui Chan must give me a helping hand." Zhuo Wanli said.

"It's just a trivial matter. As long as you listen carefully to our Hehuan Sect, I will not only protect you for a lifetime, but also bring your son into another real world." It took a few seconds to disperse.

"Thank you Master Huichan." Zhuo Wanli was overjoyed but also tinged with sadness.

His lifelong wish is to take back the position of Patriarch who belongs to him, but since he got acquainted with Hehuanzong, he realized that there is still real martial arts and magic in this world. As if humans look at monkeys, those money and power are of no use to them at all.

The goal of his life's struggle is as simple as eating in the eyes of others, how can he not be sad.

"dad……"

Suddenly a voice came into the courtyard, Zhuo Wanli frowned, "Who asked you to come here to find me? It doesn't matter whether it's big or small, if you disturb Master, I'll take your skin off."