238. It’S All Program Effects, How Can I Provoke The Grandmaster (3)
"Go to the province and catch the last flight. We will arrive in Kyoto after six o'clock in the evening, and then go to Cumulus Mountain..."
Lu Haihai planned the itinerary and said, "This is already the fastest route."
"I know, I know.."
Zheng Yufen nodded, suddenly her nose became sour, and tears poured down from her eyes.
"Can't it be faster? Isn't there any faster?
Little Saint, what if something happens to Little Saint, what do you tell me to do?"
Lu Dahai's face was tense, his eyes were bloodshot, he took Zheng Yufen's body, and said to Lu Qinghe who was beside him: "Xiaohe, help persuade your mother. Tell your mother that your big brother will be fine of....
Xiaohe?!"
Lu Dahai shouted several times in a row, and Lu Qinghe, who was standing aside with a schoolbag on his back, suddenly recovered from his daze.
"mom..."
Lu Qinghe opened his mouth, but didn't know how to persuade him.
The scene from dozens of minutes ago still echoed in her mind.
"The saint has a punch, and wants to ask the master to die!"
A young man with a body like a scorching sun, with a figure that leaps out like a dragon...
The picture freezes and the TV screen goes black.
Reminiscent of the message Lu Sheng sent on his mobile phone last night, Lu Qingle recalled it,
Her brother Lu Sheng actually wanted to kill Grandmaster?!
No wonder I had to let my parents watch TV.
Lu Qinghe was dumbfounded.
She doesn't know why Lu Sheng did this, she just knows...
That's a seventh-level grandmaster.
Xia Pingnan, the provincial governor who came to the house at the beginning, is the master.
Lu Qinghe still remembered that when Xia Ping came to the south, there were eighteen cars accompanying him, and Xiao Yuhe, the mayor of Baihe City and the head of the martial arts association, followed behind him, step by step, like a follower.
The bitter woman's family who lived next to their house moved out overnight.
That was frightened by the name of the provincial governor.
For ordinary people like them, a seventh-level grandmaster...
That is the character walking on the clouds, the out-and-out super boss.
Now, suddenly tell her...
Her brother Lu Sheng wants to kill Grandmaster?!
Although brother Lu Sheng's martial arts strength is very strong, but no matter how strong...is he still a master?!
Lu Qinghe saw his mother Zheng Yufen covering her face, shrugging her shoulders, crying and crying.
Dad Lu Dahai had a tense face, his eyes full of worry.
In case, in case something happens to my brother...
Lu Qinghe's inexplicable sadness came from her heart, her nose was sour, and she shed tears patter.
Just then, "buzz"...
The sound of the phone vibrating.
Lu Qinghe wiped away his tears, forced himself to be calm and picked up his phone to check.
In the next second, the expression of the whole person instantly rose from the trough to heaven.
"Mom and Dad! Brother is fine!"
Lu Qinghe pulled Zheng Yufen and Lu Dahai's arms violently, grabbed the phone in surprise and joy and shouted: "Brother is fine, he messaged me back. Said everything is fine, he can't leave now.
But after the National Martial Arts Conference finishes awarding the awards, he will come back!"
"let me see!"
Lu Dahai quickly snatched the mobile phone from Lu Qinghe's hand, and then was snatched by Zheng Yufen.
The two stared at the phone for a while, Zheng Yufen carefully clicked on the address book, and made a call.
The phone rang twice and was quickly connected.
A clear and peaceful voice came from the phone.
"Lu Qinghe?"
Hearing this voice, the hanging hearts of Lu Haihai and his wife instantly eased.
"Little Saint!"
Zheng Yufen yelled, her voice still trembling a little.
"mom?"
The familiar voice seemed a little surprised, "What's the matter, how do you call me on Qinghe's mobile phone?"
"I have been unable to get through to you before..."
Zheng Yufen remembered the intersection just now, and couldn't help crying again.
"Oh, it's because on the mountain, the signal is not good, and even the TV broadcast is gone..."
Right on.
Lu Dahai and Lu Qinghe on the side looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah, you don't think I really went to fight with Grandmaster, do you?"
The voice on the other end of the phone laughed, "It's all about the effect of the show, arranged by the conference...I'm not stupid, how could I provoke the Grandmaster."
Zheng Yufen finally calmed down, crying and laughing, complaining non-stop.
"What kind of conference is this? How can you scare people like this? You don't even know how anxious me, your dad and Qinghe are."
"Ha ha..."
The voice on the other end of the phone is laughing like a child who has successfully played a prank.
"Okay, Mom, I won't tell you anymore. I still have something to do here, and I'm ready to go on stage to receive the award. You and Dad Qinghe are waiting for me at home, and I'll be back in two days..."
"Remember to apologize to the Grandmaster when I look back, even though I acted it, I still said something bad."
Lu Dahai interjected from the side and instructed.
"Understood, the Grandmaster can hold a boat in his belly, but he is not angry at all. Parents, I will hang up here first..."
"Remember to call when you get back."
When the phone was hung up, the family of three all had expressions of relief on their faces.
"I said earlier, Xiao Sheng will be fine, he has always been the most measured..."
Lu Haihai patted Zheng Yufen's shoulder, and his tense face only relaxed now.
Zheng Yufen wiped the tears on her face while complaining: "It's still a national conference, it's so out of shape, what kind of show effect is it. Really..."
"The previous conferences were very serious. I have never heard of any post-competition programs..."
Lu Qinghe muttered.
"Then let's go back, make a false alarm, drink two more glasses in the evening, and calm down the alarm"
"Remember to refund the air ticket! Hey, the handling fee is a lot of money [how much can I buy..."
"Since Xiaosheng is fine, I will spend this little money. Or should I stop by and buy some food?"
"Dad, I want to eat braised chicken wings tonight!"
"Okay, let your mother do it for you.
The family talked and walked slowly towards the outside of the station.
Behind him, in a hidden corner, a middle-aged man with a serious face and an icy demeanor looked at the backs of the three of them, and connected the phone in his hand.
"Go back, we've been watching."
"You're welcome, since we have taken the money, we will naturally get things done. Besides, there are orders from the master..."
"Okay, you are busy."
Hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man looked at the phone, and suddenly tapped a few times quickly.
Soon a line of words popped up on the phone screen.
[Grandmaster Lian Jibei of Jidao Martial Art Museum died, and the murderer——Seven Sages Lu Sheng. 】
"call"
Long exhalation sound.
The middle-aged man's face was full of complexities, and he sighed in a low voice.
"Nineteen years old...kill the grandmaster!"
"Anyway, it's only two days, just wait for me to come back, regardless of whether there will be an accident or not, the reward will be given.
Take them to evacuate urgently when necessary. I believe that ordinary people in the military base still dare not intrude..."
[Ding dong—the train is about to arrive at the station, this station, Mingcheng West Station...]
"Okay, that's it."
Lu Sheng cut off the phone casually, looked up at the arrival notice on the top of the high-speed train car, and stood up from his seat.
Now he changed into a black T-shirt and khaki casual trousers, and a simple gray sports jacket outside.
Wearing a mask, only a pair of bright and deep eyes are exposed.
"Sir, I wish you a pleasant journey."
A beautiful high-speed rail steward in uniform came over and handed Lu Sheng a bottle of mineral water with a smile.
Lu said thank you, and got off the train quickly after the high-speed train came to a complete stop.
He took off his mask, unscrewed the mineral water and took a sip.
I accidentally saw a thin note inside the mineral water label.
"Contact information: XXxx, can I meet a handsome guy?"
Lu Sheng glanced at it, crushed the note casually, and threw it into the trash can next to it.
Mixed in the crowd, Lu Sheng walked slowly towards the outside of the station.
His steps are steady and his eyes are calm.
From the moment he made the decision to kill Lian Jibei, Lu Sheng had already planned everything in his mind.
Kill Lian Jibei first.
Kill Lian Ye again.
Not only to be decisive, but also to be fast.
Before the Lian family could react, they had to take all the two heads.
"Do you know who Lian Jibei's younger sister is? Are you not afraid of revenge from the Lian family?"
Before leaving, Zhao Kangtai's words rang in Lu Sheng's ears.
Lu Sheng answered silently in his heart.
(obtained) "Afraid."
He was too scared.
He was too afraid of losing everything he had so far.
but.
If you are not afraid of some things, you don't have to do them.
"I'm even more afraid that the rest of my life will be watched by those four pairs of eyes..."
A picture flashed before Lu Sheng's eyes.
In the dilapidated and cramped low shed, three black Baixiang tablets were quietly placed on the wooden boards.
The three women looked at themselves with a smile.
As soon as he lowered his head, the eyes of the white-haired old man Fu Jianming were full of sadness and despair.
"Since you have promised, let's do it."
Lu Sheng said softly to himself.
After leaving the station, Lu Sheng found a random place to wait.
There is a small noodle shop opposite the station, the color of the words on the signboard is almost faded.
Lu Sheng thought about it, went in and asked for a bowl of noodles.
The business in the store was deserted, and only a few people with big bags and small bags sat at their respective tables and concentrated on eating noodles.
Lu Sheng put the phone on the table, took a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder on the table, and took out two paper towels and wiped them slowly in his hands.
There should be no problem with the parents for the past two days.
I specifically asked Yu Feiyi to send a few warriors from the military department to help take care of it.
Although the strength is generally not strong, they are all masters in reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance, even sharper than modern instruments. .
