Supreme Master In City

After dinner, the children all went to sleep. Loong Wei and the others went for a walk in the garden.    

    

They chatted and laughed as they strolled along the way, arriving under the Wutong tree.    

    

Looking at the chessboard in front of him, Wai Zitao's heart skipped a beat as he asked Miao Soongling: "old master, Loong Wei's chess skills are so high. Did he learn from you before?"    

    

Miao Soongling was a little surprised at first. He did not know that Loong Wei knew how to play chess. But then he thought about it and felt relieved. After all, Loong Wanjie was a chess master. It was not strange that his son knew how to play chess.    

    

Thinking of this, Miao Soongling suddenly felt a little itchy. "Wei, why don't we play a game?"    

    

Loong Wei nodded with a smile. "Alright."    

    

Seeing that he had successfully instigated the fight, Wai Zitao smiled very happily. He wanted to see if Loong Wei would go easy on Miao old master, who he respected. Once Loong Wei went easy on him, his invincible golden body would be broken. However, if Loong Wei didn't go easy on him, Miao Soongling, who had just recovered from his serious illness, would be forced to make a fuss. That scene was too beautiful.    

    

Tsk, tsk, tsk.    

    

Miao Soongling sat opposite of Loong Wei with a calm expression and a smile on his face.    

    

When it came to chess, the worst thing to do was to be impatient. One's state of mind was far more important than chess.    

    

In less than a minute, after the first game was over, Miao Soongling conceded defeat.    

    

In an instant, he could not remain calm.    

    

After the second round, Miao Soongling's rosy face started to turn serious.    

    

After the third round, Miao Soongling's old face turned completely green.    

    

He threw down the chess piece in his hand and shook his head repeatedly. "I'm not going to play anymore, I'm not going to play anymore. I didn't expect Wei to be so powerful. I'm no match for him."    

    

Wai Zitao made a fuss at an inappropriate time. "Brother Long, this is your fault. Miao old master has just recovered from his serious illness. Why didn't you give in?"    

    

Loong Wei smiled and said casually, "It's a heartless move. If I go easy on him, what's the point of old master winning?"    

    

Miao Soongling nodded when he heard what Loong Wei said. "That's right. Victory and defeat are determined by strength. Going easy on him is the biggest insult to me!"    

    

"However, Wei's chess skills are indeed very profound. I'm afraid only the number one player in Dongshan Chess can defeat you!"    

    

When he heard Miao Soongling say so, Wai Zitao's eyes immediately widened. He said in surprise, "old master, you are not joking, right? There is someone in this world who can beat Younger Brother Loong?"    

    

"This..." Miao Soongling was stunned by Wai Zitao's question. He was also a little uncertain. "I heard it too. It is said that the number one player in Eastern Mountain Chess, Mo Bufan, has never been defeated since he was famous."    

    

"Oh?" Loong Wei was interested when he heard what Miao Soongling said. "It seems that I have to find a time to pay Mo Bufan a visit personally."    

    

Wai Zitao laughed when he heard that. "Younger Brother Loong really has a bad temper. Are you so eager to lose?"    

    

The night was getting late. Seeing that Miao Soongling was a little tired, Tang Xue said thoughtfully, "Director, let me help you back to your room to rest."    

    

Miao Soongling was sleepy and his eyelids kept fighting. He got up and smiled at Wai Zitao. "Doctor Wei, I have asked Xue Er to prepare a room for you. You must stay for a few more days so that we can act as hosts."    

    

"No problem, you can go back and write first. We have plenty of time to spend together" Wai Zitao agreed readily.    

    

Seeing Tang Xue helping Miao Soongling back into the house, Wai Zitao stood up and said to Loong Wei, "Younger Brother Loong, it is rare for us to meet again. We should spend a few more days together. But I still have something to do. Let's part ways here! "    

    

Loong Wei did not ask any more questions, nor did he urge him to stay. He directly instructed Loong Wei. Dong Fei, who was at the side, said, "Send him out."    

    

Dong Fei smiled and made an inviting gesture.    

    

Wai Zitao cupped his fists and said goodbye to Loong Wei. "Younger Brother Loong, we will meet again in the future!"    

    

After saying that, he walked out with big steps.    

    

Dong Fei carried a large leather suitcase in his hand and sent Wai Zitao to the opposite side of the road.    

    

Wai Zitao's subordinates had been waiting by the side of the road for a long time. They wanted to help Wai Zitao carry the suitcase, but they were rejected.    

    

Carrying the suitcase, Wai Zitao got into his luxury car. His face was full of excitement.    

    

"Eastern Mountain Zhou Family really lives up to its reputation. They actually gathered all the rare herbs that I have been looking for for so long in a day. This time, I really earned a lot!"    

    

When the box was opened, Wai Zitao was even more delighted when he saw that there was a tightly wrapped Thousand Year Drunk inside.    

    

"Let's go!" Wai Zitao waved his hand and the house cart sped away.    

    

The next day, just as dawn broke, Loong Wei came to the courtyard to meditate. He had been busy dealing with the four great families these past few days, and had not circulated the Circulatory Cycle Revolution in his body for a long time.    

    

The sun rose from the east, and the morning fog dispersed. Loong Wei let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.    

    

Dong Fei, who had been waiting at the side, walked forward and said respectfully, "Weng Shilei and Kong Liang's funeral will be held today."    

    

Loong Wei smiled and said, "On the day of our farewell, we should also go and offer our condolences and list the names of the four families who have invaded the Loong Family's properties. Today, I want to collect some interest."    

    

Dong Fei grinned and said, "It has been prepared for a long time!"    

    

Outside Dongshaan City, fengyuan funeral home.    

    

Weng Shilei and Kong Liang's funerals were held here.    

    

The atmosphere was heavy and heavy.    

    

Today, the people of the four families had all arrived. There were countless famous people in the Dongshaan City and countless elites in the business world.    

    

"Director Weng, director Kong, we can't bring people back from death. Please accept our condolences."    

    

After everyone had expressed their condolences, they all retreated to the side. Looking at the four big families whose faces were ashen, everyone started discussing.    

    

"The four great clans covered the sky with their hands. Who would have thought that today's scene would happen?"    

    

"That's right. The Weng Family's Kong Family actually organized the funeral of a junior at the same time. This is really strange."    

    

"Not only the Weng and Kong families, Third Young Master of the Zhou Family was also killed a few days ago. However, the funeral has been postponed."    

    

"My god! It seems like Dongshan Mountain is going to change!"    

    

Although the discussions weren't loud, there were still some words that reached the ears of the members of the four major families. Immediately, their facial expressions became even uglier, and their eyes became even colder.    

    

"Da Da Da..." A clear sound of high heels could be heard, and the scene instantly became silent.    

    

Soong Huilan had arrived.    

    

She was wearing a black dress and although she was wearing light makeup, it was difficult to conceal her haggard expression.    

    

After offering her condolences to Weng Shilei and Kong Liang, Soong Huilan walked slowly to the patriarch of the Weng family, Weng Yue. "Uncle Weng, you must hold your condolences. Shi Lei has a spirit in the sky, he definitely doesn't want you to be so sad."    

    

Before she finished speaking, Soong Huilan's tears fell like rain, looking pitiful and pitiful.    

    

Everyone sighed.    

    

"Miss Song really values relationships. Loyalty is something that was created by the heavens! A pair, but now they are separated forever!"    

    

"Who says so? Those who hear it are truly sad, those who see it shed tears!"    

    

Listening to the discussions of the crowd, Soong Huilan cried even more sadly. The pear blossom brought rain, and watching it made people unable to bear it.    

    

The young master of the Weng Family was supposed to be her husband.    

    

The wedding was about to begin, but her fiancé was killed by Loong Wei.    

    

Soong Huilan was deeply moved. Her image of mourning her deceased husband took root in everyone's heart.    

    

The patriarch, Weng Yue, was watching coldly from the sidelines. He did not care about Soong Huilan's performance and scolded fiercely, "You b * tch, stop your mother from putting on an act. If it wasn't for you, my son would have died!"