No one on both sides expected that Zhang Feng would actually have to pay for himself to dissolve the hatred between the two factions that has lasted for more than a dozen generations.
What kind of spirit is this
Or is he willing to pay such a high price for a woman
Among the people present, only Chang Qiankun looked at Zhang Feng with a strange look, and the corner of his mouth raised an appreciative smile unconsciously.
"Zhang Feng, I appreciate you a little," Chang Qiankun said.
"If this hatred can really be put down, then I Zhang Feng, I am willing to give everything." Zhang Feng laughed openly.
The laughter infected most people, and the previous pride and disappointment seemed to disappear in the laughter.
At this time, the harsh engine roar came, and a bright yellow Lamborghini sports car rushed into the square, drove into the middle of the confrontation between the two parties at a very fast speed, and braked to a halt.
A beauty with disheveled hair and house clothes jumped out of the car. His face was anxious, and he was holding a broken mirror in his hand. When he got out of the car, he put the fragments of the mirror on his neck.
"No one is allowed to move or hurt Zhang Feng. I was born to Zhang Feng, and to die is Zhang Feng's ghost. I will marry him!"
The high-pitched and excited voice returned in the square.
Chang Tian slapped her head, turned her back, and felt grief and indignant that Chang's family had a woman who would rather die to marry her enemy.
Chang Qiankun coughed twice and stared at his son, while Chang Wuyi was broken.
The disciples of the Black Soul Sect, who were crushed behind, couldn't laugh or cry.
The hundreds of people on the dark night gate began to feel proud again, and some people couldn't help laughing.
"Um... Wenxin, your father has promised our marriage."
Looking at Chang Wenxin with a decisive look, Zhang Feng couldn't bear to watch her jokes, and quickly stepped forward and took her into his arms.
"Huh?" Chang Wenxin blinked her big eyes and was blindfolded.
"The master is mighty!"
"The third lady is great!"
Cheers sounded, and Chang Wenxin was so shy that she threw away the mirror fragments and buried her head in Zhang Feng's arms.
Now the cheers are getting louder and louder, and some people whistle...
The two sects who hated each other and killed for hundreds of years finally put aside their grievances temporarily under Zhang Feng's plan.
Next, Zhang Feng hit the iron while it was hot and asked for a wedding on that day.
Chang Wuyi still hesitated, feeling too much
In a hurry, I was actually thinking that things could turn around. After all, Xuanhunzong had lost a big face.
However, Chang Tian and Chang Qiankun both agreed to Zhang Feng's request, so the Xuanhunzong headquarters suddenly became lively. Some people were busy clearing the square, and others were busy arranging the wedding.
Hundreds of people in the dark night gate were not idle, and joined the busy crowd.
With mutual help, the rigid relationship between the two parties gradually eased.
When Dongfang Sun jumped out of the horizon, preparations for the wedding scene were completed. All the Profound Soul Sect gathered on the scene and stood on the left side of the red carpet. The disciple of the Dark Night Gate was on the right, seemingly distinct, but both sides had expectant smiles on their faces. Hatred, you can't see it anymore.
The atmosphere of the manor community on the hillside was even more lively. Zhang Feng went through the barriers and successfully entered Chang Wenxin's boudoir, took the bride out of the room, and returned to the headquarters under the mountain in a vehicle prepared by Xuanhunzong.
When the bride and groom appeared at the meeting, the cheers were shaking.
On the ceremony stage, Zhang Feng once again bowed to Chang Wuyi, and also to Chang Qiankun and Chang Tian. After the entire wedding process was completed, the face of Xuanhunzong was also made up.
After all, the enemy's sect master bowed down again and again, and the etiquette was enough.
When the wedding ended and the wedding banquet began, the two distinct groups of characters were all mixed together at each table, using punches and wine to completely end the hatred.
Anyone who dissatisfied with it will end up with a "hungry corpse on the spot".
When the dark night gate sect master led the troops to fight the Profound Soul Sect, and took the little princess in an alternative way, but then put down the figure and vigorously promoted the spread of the news of resolving the hatred, and the whole world was shaken.
When the two powerful sects let go of their hatred and formed in-laws, they will inevitably form an extremely large interest group in the future.
Countless heads, sect masters, suzerains, or business oligarchs, politicians, began to have a terrible headache...
Of course, Zhang Feng has no plans for the two factions to form an alliance of interests for the time being. He has to go back to rectify the Dark Night Gate. Those in the Presbyterian Church who only want to fight for power, it is time to clean up.
It was not until twenty-five years later that Zhang Feng’s eldest son became an adult, and he took advantage of his noble blood relationship, coupled with the help of a group of younger brothers and sisters, and under Zhang Feng’s remaining prestige, successfully wooed the Profound Soul Sect and the Dark Night Gate. Formed a consortium, with sufficient funds and manpower, sweeping the global economic circle, only ten years to establish
A huge business empire.
On the second day after the wedding, Zhang Feng led Mingtang and ten tactical teams non-stop from the United States to Marseille, France, and returned to the headquarters of Dark Night Gate.
The news of the return of the gatekeeper caused different emotions up and down the dark night gate, some were happy and some were sad.
The headquarters of Anyemen, located in the hilly area of the north of the city, is still calm in the huge manor, and in the magnificent headquarters villa building like a castle, ordinary disciples are walking in a hurry, with joy on their faces.
But in the meeting room on the top floor, the four old men looked sad.
They are all dressed in formal high-end suits, completely Western-style dresses, and their hair and beards are trimmed very neatly, looking like business giants in a meeting.
"Let's talk about it. As soon as Zhang Feng took the Profound Soul Sect, he hurried back to the headquarters without stopping. What's the purpose?"
The old man sitting at the top said that his appearance can be described as the older and handsomer, with sharp eyes and serious expression, and his momentum can satisfy all the fantasies of all girls who like old men.
This person is the great elder Ying Haixuan, the younger brother of Zhang Feng's righteous father. It is said that the cultivation base of the heyday was comparable to that of the great master, and he had fought hard with the masters of the Xuanhunzong many times, and never fell into a disadvantage.
Inside the dark night gate, Ying Haixuan had a high reputation and was very hopeful that he would become the sect master. Unfortunately, the master still passed the sect master to Zhang Feng’s master, and he became an elder of the Presbyterian Church, and then became the elder. .
Ying Haixuan was unsmiling and famous for his majesty. The dark night gate disciples were afraid of the Xingtang hall master, but when they saw him, they seemed to be suppressed by blood, and their calves would turn muscles.
Like the dean of the school, every student is afraid.
"Ahem..."
A few coughs sounded, and an old man sitting under Ying Haixuan's cough used the cough as his opening remarks.
He raised his head and swept the other two with a gloomy look, and said: "Zhang Feng is really amazing. Not only does he have a high level of cultivation, he also inherits Zhang Zhuo completely in strategy. It can be said to be an inexhaustible strategy."
Zhang Zhuo is Zhang Feng's foster father.
This old man who talked was the second elder, Jin Xuning. This person was known as the Anyemen Sergeant, and he was gloomy. He had made suggestions in many major operations in the Anyemen, and it was considered to have no plans.
However, the attitude towards Zhang Feng's succession to the sect master is very ambiguous. There is no such strong opposition as the elder, nor any approval...
(End of this chapter)