Chapter 493

"Venerable!"

The old man with long hair looked at Jiang Wuchen in horror and covered his painful chest with his hands, like a great enemy.

The bald old man was weaker and couldn't stand stably at all. As soon as he got up, he softened his knees and fell to the ground again. The beads of sweat on his waxy yellow face kept rolling down.

Venerable?

Is it the venerable?

Liang yongxiao's face also changed. No wonder this man is so strong. His eyes seem to be able to kill! It's a powerful venerable. It's not humiliating to lose to the venerable just now.

Then, Liang yongxiao's mind flashed and deduced all the possible situations that might happen next. It's not a wise choice to provoke a venerable person.

He doesn't know much about the way of cultivating truth, but he also deeply knows that some people can't be provoked by him. Even if they are ordinary masters, once they reach the level of venerable, they can't even be touched.

Although there is only a slight difference between the master and the venerable, the Liang family has been in yuemen for a hundred years and has been exposed to many martial arts practices. There are masters sitting on the door. In the past hundred years, they have produced dozens of masters, but none of them can be promoted from a master to a venerable.

In the small one-third of an mu of land in yuemen, can't the Liang family get out of respect? Other families don't have to think about it. Therefore, Liang yongxiao sometimes even thinks that the Venerable Master is just a phenomenon of the guru's good future, which doesn't exist at all!

Now, the young man in front of him, just a finger, hit his two most trusted masters and uncles. It can be seen that this man's cultivation is strong.

Jiang Wuchen's eyes were indifferent. "Do you want to try again? If I can't keep it, I'll destroy your little Liang family."

Before that, I'm afraid we all thought Jiang Wuchen was talking nonsense, but now it's not.

"Mr. Jiang, yongxiao has learned." Liang yongxiao quickly arched his hand. "In fact, it's not that I don't want to let people go. I have only these two in my hand."

"Huh?" scar Zi patted the table with a loud bang. All four legs of the tea table in front of him were broken, and the table crashed and fell heavily on the ground.

"Didn't you catch you? Three people are shameless to one!" scar Zi roared.

Ah Yong said tremblingly: "the man you said... Mr. Liang really doesn't know. It was arranged by Mr. da."

Liang yongxiao's eyes lit up. What a yong. He was really smart. He knew to point the spear at his eldest brother. Then he said, "my eldest brother is my half brother Liang Yongchao!"

Jiang Wuchen raised his eyebrows.

Liang Yong's Filial Piety: "my father Liang Qi married four rooms and twelve children in yuemen. I am yongxiao, the eldest son of two rooms!"

Jiang Wuchen nodded.

"Among my twelve brothers and sisters, my father chose me to inherit the family property. Other brothers and sisters have their own arrangements, and my eldest brother helps me.

Unfortunately, the elder brother was instigated by others and did not agree with me. He did not abide by my decision, but destroyed it specially.

Later, our two contradictions were irreconcilable. He wanted to separate his family. Many people in the casino were taken away by him. He entertained your friend when he came here a few days ago. I don't know what happened later. "Liang yongxiao said.

Jiang Wuchen said with a smile, "you are smart. You point the spear at brother and are ready to kill with a knife."

Liang yongxiao said: "Mr. Jiang and I are not the same kind of people. If we have to think so, yongxiao has nothing to say, I will stand here. Mr. Jiang only needs a finger to stab me to death. I can't do such a thing as lying."

Jiang Wuchen said, "where is Liang Yongchao?"

"Yuemen Donghai wharf, there is a casino!" ah Yong said. "I can guarantee that your friend is detained there by him."

It is necessary to save you Wu. Jiang Wuchen will go. He only dealt with Liang Yongchao, which is equivalent to indirectly helping Liang yongxiao.

Jiang Wuchen doesn't like Liang yongxiao very much. He is good at scheming and is not the type Jiang Wuchen likes.

Liang yongxiao also saw it and said, "Mr. Jiang, your friend said the danger encountered in my field. Although Liang Yongchao is my eldest brother, it's mine. I'll find someone to find my eldest brother. Whether it's killing or counting, I'll give Mr. Jiang an explanation tonight."

Jiang Wuchen's eyes lit up. Liang yongxiao didn't play cards according to common sense. He was really smart. He knew that even if he lost, Jiang Wuchen would not let Liang Yongchao go, so this was a good opportunity for him to settle accounts with Liang Yongchao.

"Are you his opponent?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

Liang yongxiao looked back at the injured two masters, "if the two elders are not hurt, he is still a little sure. After all, he has three masters..."

Jiang Wuchen took out two Huangyang pills and threw them to two masters, "take them."

When they took the pill, their faces changed greatly. The pill could emit the spirit of fine yuan, which was enough to show that the pill was powerful. They immediately swallowed it.

Just a few breaths, their injuries recovered half.

They looked at each other and immediately stood up. They went to Jiang Wuchen, lifted their clothes and knelt down. "Thank you, venerable..." the venerable in front of them is worth kneeling. In front of the venerable, the so-called master is just a mole ant.

"Lao Shi, go with them and save you Wu, and we'll leave here."

"Yes," said Lao Shi.

The two masters, ah Yong and Lao Shi went out together. There were only four people left in the teahouse. Liang yongxiao called people in and changed a brand-new table and tea set.

"Mr. Jiang, do you want to taste tea?" Liang yongxiao said. This is a rare opportunity to communicate with Jiang Wuchen. If you miss it, you may miss your whole life.

Ask the cheongsam woman of Ashu to take out a tea brick, gently break it off, the spring boiled and began to brew.

Jiang Wuchen said with a smile, "you changed tea again."

Liang Yong's Filial Piety: "different people drink different tea. This is a century old Pu'er. I haven't tasted the taste of tea. My father said that only people higher than my Liang family deserve to drink this kind of tea."

"Ha ha." Jiang Wuchen's impression of Liang yongxiao is quite improved. "Your way of flattering is really different from others."

Liang yongxiao takes out his cigar and hands it to Jiang Wuchen.

From the patterns and marks on the cigar, Jiang Wuchen recognized it at a glance. It was a handmade cigar from Havana. The annual output of this kind of cigar was only tens of thousands, and more than half of it was consumed in America. Then came the nobles and oil tycoons in the Middle East. When they arrived in Asia, there were at most 1000.

It is estimated that there are 500 in China.

China's market is so big that even 50000 roots are not enough.

Jiang Wuchen picks up the cigar and cuts off his head. Liang yongxiao takes out a match and lights it for Jiang Wuchen.

The smoke is soft and has a faint smell of grass. It is absolutely top-grade.

"This is tobacco from Delio tobacco plantation in Western Havana," Jiang Wuchen said faintly.

Liang yongxiao's face suddenly had a look of admiration. "Mr. Jiang took only one sip and tasted the origin of tobacco. Yongxiao admired it."