Urban Super Dude

A few minutes later.

The small restaurant in Sujia Manor.

Su Qiankun and his son, as well as Li Chunfeng, sat around a round table with eight cold dishes placed on the table.

In addition, there are two bottles of wine on the table.

One bottle is a famous Chinese wine, Feitian Moutai, and the other bottle is in a ceramic package without any label on it.

But through the aroma, Li Chunfeng could tell that the ceramic bottle contained a century-old national cellar, so he looked at the ceramic bottle eagerly.

"Brother Li, I have arranged for the kitchen to cook. Let's have some cold dishes and a drink first."

Su Qiankun said with a smile on his face: "Shenbing, why don't you pour some wine for Master Li?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

Li Chunfeng couldn't wait for a long time. He hurriedly picked up the ceramic bottle and poured himself a full cup. Then he smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if the magic weapon is a junior. Brother Su, let me pour you a cup."

With that said, Li Chunfeng stood up and planned to pour a cup of Centennial National Cellar for Su Qiankun.

"Need not."

Su Qiankun waved his hand, then pointed at Maotai and said: "I and Shen Bing will just drink this. There are not many century-old national cellars stored at home."

"Shen Bing and I have no research on wine. Drinking it is a waste. It's better to keep it all for you, Brother Li. You can come over whenever you want to drink. The Su family welcomes you at any time."

This was so beautifully said that it made Li Chunfeng feel embarrassed: "How does this work? Brother Su, let's try it together."

"No, no, no, Brother Li, you are a distinguished guest of the Su family. Today, you are the only one worthy of enjoying the century-old national cellar." Su Qiankun responded.

"This...in this case, I will be disrespectful."

Li Chunfeng felt very comfortable. He glanced at the ceramic bottle and said, "Brother Su, this small bottle is not enough for me to drink."

"Haha, I know Brother Li has a lot of food, so I'm prepared in advance."

Su Qiankun smiled softly, then clapped his hands and said, "Come here, bring up the century-old national cellar for the Li family."

After the words fell, two servants walked into the restaurant carrying a jar of 'Century National Cellar'.

Li Chunfeng's eyes widened and he swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva involuntarily.

"Brother Li, this entire century-old national cellar belongs to you. Drink it slowly and no one will compete with you." Su Qiankun said generously.

"OK!"

Li Chunfeng was overjoyed, and then seemed to remember something, so he asked: "Brother Su, you just said that you have something to discuss with me. What is it?"

"Don't worry, let's drink first. It's just a trivial matter. It won't be too late to talk after we've had enough wine and food." Su Qiankun said with a smile.

"Okay, Brother Su, you are so generous today, I must give you a toast."

Li Chunfeng was so happy that he raised his glass to toast, and then drank it all in one gulp.

In just ten minutes, the real century-old national cellar in the ceramic bottle was gone.

Li Chunfeng was also a little drunk, his face was red, and his tongue was a bit loud when he spoke.

"Shen Wen, open the wine jar and fill it up for Master Li." At this time, Su Qiankun said.

"OK."

Su Shenbing opened the wine jar, poured a full glass for Li Chunfeng, and said, "Master Li, I give you a toast."

"Well, good boy, you should also drink Centennial Guoliang. Maotai is far inferior to this wine." Li Chunfeng said with a smile.

"I like to drink Maotai."

Su Shenbing glanced at the bulk wine in Li Chunfeng's cup and couldn't help but shudder.

This thing is industrial alcohol. It has too much stamina. Whoever drinks it will feel uncomfortable, but he doesn't dare to drink it.

Li Chunfeng did not continue to persuade, raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking to this state, he was already confused and naturally couldn't tell the difference between real wine and fake wine.

"It's a good wine. It's worthy of being the national cellar that Brother Su has collected for many years. It tastes great!"

Li Chunfeng couldn't put it down and drank cup after cup.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Su Qiankun and his son began to talk about Su Yang's martial arts training...

at the same time.

Su Yang returned to the riverside villa, first fed the white cat a ball of spiritual energy, then came to his room, sat cross-legged, and thought about Liu Fankui's assassination of him.

"This Liu Fankui, I spared his life last night, but I didn't expect that he would seek death on his own."

Su Yang smiled softly and said: "But fortunately, he has already informed the late-stage master of country D. The master named Tang Shankou must have come to Jiangbei to massacre Nalan's family. My purpose of keeping him alive is considered Reached."

Then, Su Yang remembered that the reason why Liu Fankui wanted to kill him was actually because of his sister.

When he thought of his elder sister, Su Yang couldn't help but smile.

"Why don't you give me a call?"

Su Yang smiled and dialed an encrypted number.

However, no one answered the phone, so Su Yang edited a text message and sent it.

Content: Sister, how have you been lately? When will you go home? I miss you.

After sending the text message, Su Yang put away his phone, closed his eyes slightly and entered the cultivation state.

He is not going anywhere today. He must convert the evil spirit in his body into spiritual energy as soon as possible, hoping to break through to the fourth level of Qi training.

the other side.

Nalan Mingzhe woke up in the Nalan family's manor. After treatment, his injuries were almost healed.

"Damn Su Yang!"

When Nalan Mingzhe thought of what happened at the Li family manor, he became furious and his face became clouded.

But he was very good at controlling his emotions and calmed down in just a few seconds.

Later, Nalan Mingzhe called one of his men and asked: "Isn't I at the Li family manor? How did I get back?"

"Reporting to the young master, it was Miss Fei Xuan's father who sent you here, saying that you drank too much at Li's house."

This subordinate obviously knew Nalan Mingzhe very well and advised: "Master, don't blame me for being too talkative. Your physical condition does not allow you to drink. It is better not to drink next time. Your health is important."

"Um."

Nalan Mingzhe nodded, and then said coldly: "Li Chunfeng, I didn't expect that you would set me up today, okay, I'll take note of this account!"

With Nalan Mingzhe's intelligence, he could naturally see that he was being used by Li Chunfeng, and his face was quite ugly.

"Master, the old lady has been here and is currently in the conference room. Go see her when you wake up. It seems that she has something important to tell you." The subordinate said.

After hearing this, Nalan Mingzhe got up and came to the conference room, asking his men to wait outside, and he pushed the door open and entered alone.

at this time.

Song Lihua and Hei Nu were practicing in the conference room. When they saw Nalan Mingzhe walking in, they both ended their practice.

Next.

Song Lihua did not hesitate, told Nalan Mingzhe what happened last night, and expressed her willingness to take Nalan Mingzhe back to Kyoto.

"I will never forget the grudge between your grandfather and Xiao Yi. When I recover from my injuries, I will definitely avenge them."

"But now, the Nalan family has lost its martial arts master and has ceased to exist in name only. There is no point in you continuing to stay in Jiangbei."

Song Lihua looked at Nalan Mingzhe and continued: "Although you are naturally weak and not suitable for martial arts training, you are my grandson after all. Naturally, I will not let you go. Come back to Kyoto with me."

Nalan Mingzhe thought for a few seconds, then nodded and said: "Okay, but grandma, before leaving Jiangbei, I want to do two things."

"What's the matter? Tell me." Song Lihua said calmly.

"One, I want to kill someone!"

"who?"

"Young Master of the Su family, Su Yang!" Nalan Mingzhe gritted his teeth and said.

Song Lihua responded: "Okay, leave this matter to your grandfather. There is no one in Jiangbei that he can't kill."

"grandfather?"

Nalan Mingzhe paused and asked doubtfully: "Isn't my grandfather dead?"

"Nalanzu is not your biological grandfather, your father is my illegitimate son with someone else."

Having said this, Song Lihua glanced at the black slave next to her.

Nalan Mingzhe also looked at the black slave, and his heart became confused...