One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

……

The commotion lasted for more than an hour.

After the several cases of Moutai were emptied, the younger generation tactfully retreated to the outer hall to clean up the mess.

Only the three brothers remained in the restaurant.

The effects of the alcohol gradually rose, but that tipsy feeling just happened to peel away the heaviness that was usually difficult to talk about.

The old master Zhang Zhiwei leaned back in his chair, his face still flushed, but his eyes became serious.

He picked up the last bit of tea in front of him and rinsed his mouth.

Then, the old master turned his head and looked straight at Zhang Tianyi, who was picking his teeth with a toothpick.

"Second son."

The old master's voice was very low, slightly hoarse from drinking:

"We've had enough of the commotion and the drinks."

"Now that there are no outsiders, tell your senior brother the truth."

The old master's gaze slowly moved down and landed on Tian Jinzhong, who was sitting in a wheelchair to the side.

"You made the third son travel all the way to Beijing..."

"How confident are you really?"

The old celestial master stared into Zhang Tianyi's eyes, his tone filled with expectation:

"The third brother's health has been ruined for decades. He can't take any more hardship, let alone the kind of disappointment that comes after giving hope."

“If you’re not sure, I’ll take him back to the mountain right now. We can just live like this, at least… he can still live.”

Upon hearing the old master's words, Tian Jinzhong's breath hitched slightly.

He stared intently at his second senior brother, a hint of unease in his eyes.

Zhang Tianyi stopped picking her teeth.

He looked at the old Celestial Master, then at Tian Jinzhong.

"Senior brother, third brother."

Zhang Tianyi's voice was steady and resolute:

"In my life, Zhang Tianyi has deceived heaven, deceived earth, and deceived the Japanese devils."

"But when have I ever joked about your safety?"

Looking at Tian Jinzhong's mutilated body, Zhang Tianyi's lips curled into a slight smile, and he uttered two words:

"very."

"What?" The old master was taken aback.

"I said, I'm absolutely sure."

Zhang Tianyi spoke each word slowly and deliberately, each word as firm as iron:

"The person who knows the dual skills is currently in my hands. I've already figured out most of the ins and outs of this skill in Biyou Village."

"As long as I'm there, I can use my innate thunder energy to protect the third brother's heart and soul."

"I guarantee it will succeed!"

Zhang Tianyi stood up, walked behind Tian Jinzhong's wheelchair, and placed his hands on Tian Jinzhong's shoulders:

"Senior brother, you should get ready to buy a few new pairs of shoes."

"In a few days, the third son will be able to get out of bed by himself and play chess with you in the yard."

"well……"

The old celestial master took a deep breath, suddenly tilted his head back, and forced back the tears welling up in his eyes:

"I'm relieved to hear that!"

……

After the meal.

Zhang Chulan was carrying a tray with two dishes, a soup, and a large bowl of white rice on it.

He walked through the corridor and came to the door of a room.

"Click".

The door lock is open.

The main lights in the room were not on; only a dim wall lamp was lit.

Ma Xianhong was sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He wasn't tied up, but inside Zhang Tianyi's villa, he knew very well that he couldn't escape, and there was nowhere to escape to.

"Old Ma, dinner's ready."

Zhang Chulan went inside, placed the tray on the small table, and pulled up a chair to sit down.

"Stop looking, there are no flowers on the ceiling. This is a dish made by my junior uncle, you're lucky to have such a good meal."

Ma Xianhong slowly turned his head, glanced at Zhang Chulan, and then at the food on the table.

"Zhang Chulan..."

Ma Xianhong's voice was hoarse, "Thank you for helping me."

"Oh? You should thank my advisor instead."

Zhang Chulan didn't mind and handed over a pair of chopsticks:

"How about that? I didn't lie to you, did I? My advisor always keeps his word."

"In front of the whole world, we forcibly pulled you out of the mouths of those two ruthless old bastards from the Wang and Lü families."

"Isn't this a show of face and pomp enough?"

Ma Xianhong didn't take the chopsticks. He lowered his head and gave a bitter smile.

“I know… Master Tian Shu is saving me.”

"But why?"

Ma Xianhong raised his head, and his once fervent eyes now held only weariness and confusion:

"I'm a defeated general, a fool who's been used. The cultivation furnace is gone, the new fragments are scattered, why would he offend the Ten Elders for my sake?"

"What exactly does he want from me? My cunning and resourcefulness?"

"Trying to outsmart your unparalleled cunning?"

Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes as if he had heard a joke:

"Old Ma, you still haven't broadened your horizons."

"Do you think someone as extraordinary as my advisor would care about your little blacksmithing skills?"

Zhang Chulan leaned closer, lowered his voice, and his tone became very deep:

"To tell you the truth, my advisor is protecting you because, although you are stubborn, you are not a bad person at heart and have never done anything immoral."

"Well, the second one..."

Zhang Chulan patted Ma Xianhong on the shoulder, keeping him in suspense:

You'll find out later!

"Eat your food! My advisor still has important business to attend to."

After Zhang Chulan finished speaking, he got up and left the room.

Ma Xianhong was left alone, staring at the food on the table, and fell into a long silence.

Chapter 143 Seizing the Creation of Heaven and Earth!

The basement of Xishan Manor is surprisingly large; it was originally intended to be a private wine cellar and home theater.

However, not many lights have been installed yet.

"Senior brother, third brother, this way, the steps are a bit dark, take it slow."

Zhang Tianyi walked at the front, holding a flashlight in his hand, swaying as he led the way.

The old master pushed Tian Jinzhong's wheelchair, following closely behind.

"Second brother, are you sure... that guy can really do it?"

The old master lowered his voice and asked again, his tone carrying an unusual sense of anxiety.

The greater the expectation, the more painful the disappointment.

He simply couldn't bear to see his junior brother suffer the torment of falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley once again.

Although Tian Jinzhong in the wheelchair did not speak, his breathing became noticeably more rapid, and his empty sleeves trembled slightly in the breeze.

"Don't worry about it."

Zhang Tianyi didn't even turn her head, her tone very relaxed:

"I, the Taoist priest, have personally inspected this product. It's guaranteed to cure all diseases; money back guarantee if it doesn't work."

As they spoke, the three of them had already reached the deepest part of the basement.

Zhang Tianyi casually pressed a switch on the wall.

With a "snap," several soft wall lamps lit up, illuminating the area in front.

In the center of the empty wine cellar, there was a lone chair.

A woman was sitting in the chair.

Or rather, it was about tying up a woman.

At this moment, Qu Tong was nowhere to be seen with the commanding presence and dignified elegance that the president of Yaoxing Society once possessed.