Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 362
"Open the door." Li Qingdong patted the carved wrought iron door twice and shouted loudly: "Maoshan disciples are passing by here and asking for a glass of water."

Ding Ermiao had a black line on his head and asked in a low voice: "Are you a disciple of Maoshan?"

"I'm talking about you, right?" Li Qingdong whispered, "Stop talking, someone is here..."

I'll join you, uncle!Ding Ermiao cursed in his heart, you can lie to others, why should you use the name of Maoshan disciple?Doesn’t this discredit the Maoshan sect?
At this time, a young man walked over to the main hall of the villa and asked Li Qingdong through the door: "What are you doing?"

"Hello, I am a disciple of Maoshan. I passed by here today and asked for a glass of water from my employer." Li Qingdong put one hand behind his back and said with his head raised.

The young man waved his hand and said: "Let's go on our way... What are you talking about? My boss Wan is upset, be careful he lets his dog bite you!"

Judging from this tone, he was probably the driver or bodyguard of this family, or a slave.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Li Qingdong shouted confidently: "It's nice to be at home, but it's always difficult to go out. I came here to ask for a cup of tea, why are you looking down on others like this!?"

"What, you old guy called me a dog?!" The young man was furious, and he opened the door and wanted to come out and beat Li Qingdong.

"Kid, what are you doing? Don't make any noise, let me take a look!" A strong voice came from the villa.Then, a 50-year-old man with a big belly walked over with square steps.

Needless to say, this is the head of this family, Boss Wan, you can tell by his style.

Hearing what the boss said, the young man just now didn't dare to say anything more and stepped aside.

"What's the matter, old gentleman?" Boss Wan was still polite and asked calmly.

"I am a disciple of Maoshan. My uncle and nephew are passing by here and want to ask for a cup of tea from my employer." Li Qingdong repeated for the third time.

Ding Ermiao was listening, cursing secretly in his heart, this old Li Qingdong actually took advantage of him, pretending to be his uncle, and after returning, he will settle accounts with him.

Inside the iron gate of the villa, Boss Wan also frowned. After a moment of hesitation, he took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it over through the door. He said, "Old sir, there's been something small at home recently, and it's really inconvenient. This 100 yuan, you two can take it to have tea."

This patriarch is quite kind and not a stingy person, Ding Ermiao secretly approved in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Li Qingdong glanced at the banknote and did not reach out to take it. Instead, he sneered and said: "My boss is so big! Do you think that our dignified Maoshan disciples are just beggars who don't have 100 yuan for you?"

"Then...then what do you want to do?" Boss Wan asked in shock.

"Hahaha...!" Li Qingdong stroked his long beard, laughed loudly, then suddenly turned serious and said:

"I see that the evil spirit is still lingering on the roof of your house. I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in the house. I was passing by here and wanted to give you some advice. Who knows, who knows... Hahaha, who knew that I was being treated as a beggar!"

During the long laughter, Li Qingdong waved his hand to Ding Ermiao again and said: "Our Master Maoshan is becoming more and more worthless. We can only be on an equal footing with beggars. Let's go. Let's not lose the face of our ancestors here." ."

Having said that, Li Qingdong actually walked away without any hesitation.Ding Ermiao also raised her heels, still regretting the 100 yuan in her heart.Mosquito thighs are also meat. It costs 100 yuan. If you save some money, you can live on for two days.

There was a sound from the iron door behind him, and Boss Wan chased him out, shouting: "You two, please stay!"

A sly smile appeared on Li Qingdong's lips, then he adjusted his expression and turned around, with another awe-inspiring expression of being strong without desire.

"Both of you, please stay." Boss Wan chased after him and said with an apologetic smile: "I, Wan Tongfu, are blind and have neglected these two masters. Please forgive me. If you don't mind, please come to your home to talk, sit down and take your time. Talk slowly.”

Li Qingdong waved his hand and said: "I just want to ask you, has anyone in your family encountered any accident? If not, I will leave immediately, while other customers are still waiting for me to perform rituals. If you want to drink tea, I will do five separate things. I can’t even drink it.”

"Yes, yes..." Boss Wan nodded, looked around, and whispered: "Quanzi was in a car accident a week ago and is still lying in the hospital. The doctor said that he may never wake up in the future."

Li Qingdong snorted and sneered, and asked Wan Tongfu for his son's birth date, rolled his eyes, pinched his fingers and calculated, and muttered, even Ding Ermiao couldn't understand.

Two minutes later, Li Qingdong frowned and said: "Your son was destined to be rich and long-lived, but something like this happened to him. It's really puzzling. After thinking about it, there are only two explanations. One is that he has too many bad friends. Ruining one's own luck; the second one..."

Wan Tongfu was shocked and said: "That's true. My son is just too playful and hangs out with ordinary friends all day long. But I don't know what the second point is?"

Li Qingdong looked around and whispered: "Let's talk in the room."

"Yes, yes, yes..., please—!" Wan Tongfu nodded respectfully and invited Li Qingdong and Ding Ermiao into the living room of the villa.

A servant had already brought fragrant tea, and then stepped aside, not daring to disturb the master and the guest.

Li Qingdong didn't say anything. He held the tea cup and slowly blew the tea leaves floating on it. He took a small sip for a long time and seemed to enjoy it very much.

Ding Ermiao was sitting on the sofa, looking at Li Qingdong. He seemed to have the demeanor of a worldly master. It was estimated that Boss Wan would not be able to escape his blow.I just don’t know what means Li Qingdong will use to kill Wan Tongfu.

After finishing the cup of tea, Li Qingdong slowly said: "Boss Wan, to be honest, according to my opinion, Mr. Ling was tricked into lowering his head. Fortunately, you have never done anything bad in your life, which can be considered a good deed from your ancestors. Otherwise, your son would have died long ago, and how could he wait until today?"

"Lower your head?" Wan Tongfu was surprised again and asked, "I wonder where the master saw it?"

"The secret must not be leaked!" Li Qingdong stood up and said: "But father and son are of the same mind. It is easy to break the opponent's head-lowering technique. It just requires some blood from you."

"Any blood? Master, don't worry, the money matter is easy to discuss..." Wan Tongfu was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and said.

Li Qingdong waved his hand again: "Boss Wan, where are you thinking? We Maoshan disciples are actually greedy and money-loving people? What I said about making you bleed is to ask you to cut your middle finger and find where the head-lowering technique comes from!"

Wan Tongfu became more and more confused as he listened, so he had to laugh and said: "Wan is ignorant, but he must listen to the master's arrangements."

(End of this chapter)