At Hong Kong International Airport, a Boeing airliner has just arrived at this world-renowned free trade center from a city in inland China. Passengers who have long been accustomed to flying around have to pack their clothes mechanically and carry small suitcases Then I got off the plane, and with a numb heart, I started the long-tired journey again.
"You don't even know the way?" Long Jiutian looked away from the vast sky above the airport, stared at Bu Feng closely, his face full of disbelief, and muttered to himself in a low voice: It's a good thing you are a human being, so you can I don't know the way, really...
"Some people don't know the way even if they have lived for tens of thousands of years, but they are rare..." Bu Feng tossed the hair on his forehead indifferently, and a pair of cold but no longer numb eyes appeared from under the hair , but also faintly revealed a smile.
"Hey..." Long Jiutian smiled awkwardly, stopped talking, looked at Bu Feng strangely, and couldn't help thinking to himself: When did this kid learn to joke? But this is not bad, if Dongfang knows, he will be very happy.
"Just take a taxi to the Hong Kong International Art Exhibition Hall, the International Art Exhibition Hall, we'll talk when we get there." Bu Feng whispered to himself, looking at the situation around the airport, he went out of the airport before talking.
Long Jiutian's eyes widened. Is this kid going to the International Art Exhibition Hall? Coincidence, must be a coincidence.
However, he had some premonitions in his heart. Could this really be just a coincidence? …
Long Jiutian, who hadn't had time to be too surprised, found that Bu Feng's body suddenly paused. Although it was only for a moment, he didn't believe that it was a normal situation that happened by accident. As far as he knew, with Bu Feng's current understanding of chakra energy The initial mastery is enough for him not to be bothered by this common problem, and his movements will definitely not be so energy-wasting.
Follow his gaze—
Long Jiutian looked at the convoy that was slowly stopping in front of him, and then looked at Bu Feng who was also puzzled beside him, and simply shook his head. Things are always unexpected when you are with Bu Feng.
Bu Feng looked at Long Jiutian's face and knew that the convoy was not aimed at him. He was even more surprised. He had never been to Hong Kong, and it was even more impossible that it was aimed at him. However, no one would think that The two of them had nothing to do with that convoy, because the convoy stopped not far from them.
At the same time as the convoy stopped, six young people quickly got out of the three cars located at the front and back. They were all dressed in neat suits, with short hair, and their eyes were shining brightly. The six young people lined up in two arcs seemingly randomly, circling the car in the middle, while the four people in the outer arc carefully watched their surroundings.
The car door opened, and a short, fat old man with white hair and white beard walked out slowly, wearing a white Tang suit, holding a black cane in his hand. A tall middle-aged man followed closely from the front car door, and hurriedly stepped forward to support the dumpy old man who came down behind.
The old man smiled, looked at Bu Feng not far away, stretched out his hand to push away the middle-aged man who was almost clinging to his body, and looked back into the car and said loudly: "Xiang Dong, this is the boy you mentioned, right?" !"
"Hehe, not bad, what does the old man think?"
A familiar vigorous voice came from the opened car door, and following the voice, another old man in a white jacket stepped down, with short gray hair, a ruddy complexion, and a tall and straight body.
The old man just nodded with a smile, but he didn't speak, his chubby face was full of smiles.
"Brother Bu." The tall old man in the white coat strode over and smiled generously.
"Mr. He!" Bu Feng frowned slightly, and it turned out that it was Mr. He Xiangdong who had met once in the casino.
He Xiangdong took two steps forward, grabbed Bu Feng's hand full of joy, and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect to see my brother here. I really don't meet in life!"
Bu Feng subconsciously waved He Xiangdong's hand away, then felt something was wrong, and nodded slightly to He Xiangdong. He Xiangdong didn't care, he laughed,
As he said that, He Xiangdong looked at the blond young man who had been smiling all the time. As soon as he touched those eyes that seemed flamboyant, he felt an inexplicable arrogance coming from those eyes, and he couldn't help but feel powerful.
The short and fat old man who got out of the car earlier also came up, passed He Xiangdong, and nodded to Bu Feng with a smile, the light in his squinted eyes flashed away, and he clasped his fists in the distance: "I heard that Xiang Dong said, Brother Bu is a young man. Hero, I got to see you by accident today, it's really extraordinary, it's really extraordinary!"
Looking at this short and fat old man, Bu Feng had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if there were some gray silk threads connecting him with this old man, an inexplicable peace rose in his heart, and he bowed and nodded unconsciously . The old man chuckled, nodded again, and cast his eyes on Long Jiutian beside Bu Feng, his squinted eyes suddenly widened, and then narrowed slowly, and handed the dark crutches to the middle-aged man behind him Man, took a step forward respectfully, bowed and said: "Senior, junior Xiang Hui—"
The respectful tone not only made He Xiangdong and his subordinates beside the old man feel unbelievable, but Bu Feng was also taken aback by this unusual-looking old man's actions. He not only looked back at Long Jiutian, he didn't think this The guy deserves the respectful treatment of this respectable-looking old man. Even though he's definitely old enough to...
Just halfway through the conversation, Long Jiutian interrupted.
Long Jiutian moved aside, laughed twice, glanced at the respectful old man and said, "I can't afford it, hehe, I can't afford it!"
The old man quickly turned around and bowed in the direction of Long Jiutian's station, hehe said with a smile: "The gift of seniority cannot be discarded, and being able to call him senior is also an achievement!"
Long Jiutian stared straight at the short and fat old man for a while, tapped his temple with his right hand, frowned and said in a low voice: "The more you look at you, the more you look like a person, the more you look, the more you look like, little old man, Xiang Wentian Who are you?"
The short and fat old man clasped his fists, bowed far to the northeast, and said reverently: "Tian Xiangzi is the master of the younger generation!"
"It's nothing good to see your relatives. Back then, that kid made me very troublesome with a senior..." Long Jiutian muttered to himself, glanced at the short and fat old man warily, and said, "Don't even think about beating me." What do I think?"
"Juniors don't dare, dare not!" The dumpy old man laughed along with him.
"Hmph, don't call me senior, you fellows from Xiangmen, it will be no good to get involved..." Long Jiutian snorted, moved his lips twice, and said nothing.
"Senior—oh, Mr. Long!" The short fat old man increased his voice, paying close attention to Long Jiutian's reaction.
Long Jiutian ignored him, looked at the side with both eyes, and snorted.
By this time, the old man was even more sure that his judgment was correct. Combining the hexagrams he derived earlier and his reaction, this person should be the alien senior that the master once said.
He couldn't help turning his eyes to Bu Feng, his eyes flickered with strange lights, he laughed and said: "Mr. Long and Brother Bu have just arrived in Hong Kong, so why don't you go with Xiang, I'm half a person in Hong Kong." Master, you should do your best to be a landlord."
"Yeah, Brother Bu, I will leave that day, I miss you very much, let's go together, it happens that there are still some big bets in the past few days, maybe the brothers will be interested!" Although He Xiangdong was surprised at the old man's attitude towards this The respect and even humility of the two did not show any traces on their faces, and they smiled.
Bu Feng didn't respond yet, Long Jiutian had already frowned, he didn't want to run as far as he could with this short and fat old man when he saw the Xiangmen guy, otherwise he would definitely be in trouble and couldn't get rid of it.
"We live in the hotel next to the International Art Exhibition Hall, and we can also take a look at the ancient cultural relics exhibition for a few days." Xiang Hui quickly interjected, looking at Long Jiutian with a smile in his eyes, and there was a bit of treachery on his amiable smile .
"Oh, yes—that's it!" Long Jiutian's frowning brows gradually relaxed, he glanced at Xiang Hui, looked at Bu Feng and said, "That's it, how about it?"
But Bu Feng looked at Xiang Hui in surprise, and was secretly amazed at Xiang Hui's understanding of Long Jiutian. Even Bu Feng himself knew that the main purpose of Long Jiutian's coming here was the upcoming In the gallery of ancient cultural relics, I didn't expect this short and fat old man to be so clear. What surprised Bu Feng even more was that Xiang Hui and Long Jiutian had never been masked.
Looking at He Xiangdong's sincere eyes again, Bu Feng nodded.
After scanning the excited Long Jiutian around him, Bu Feng found it difficult to guess the behavior of this strange guy...
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The convoy accompanied by Bu Feng and Long Jiutian gradually moved away.
Not far behind where they were standing just now, an old man in black wearing sunglasses stood there with a cane, smiling slightly: "The Holy Spirit of Ziyu Valley is really destined to be with the Tianxiangmen, ha ha!"
"This son of Tianxiang is very good. It's a pity, it's a pity, he was born in response to the disaster, and died in response to the disaster!"
As he spoke, he shook his head, and the withered eyes under the sunglasses moved slightly, as if he was sighing, but also seemed to be looking forward to something.
"Bu Feng? Bu Feng, is this young man the one who should be robbed in the prophecy?"
The breeze carried his murmurs far away, drifting towards the distant harbor.
His figure gradually faded away.