half a month later.

Ten miles of foreign concessions.

Accompanied by his master, Cheng Long led eight good gang members and walked slowly on the street, inspecting the properties under his name.

"Boss, our newly opened antique shop is doing very well. Yesterday, we met a rich man who sold a few pieces of scrap copper and iron for tens of thousands of dollars..."

"And our nightclub, after a period of reform, has attracted many wealthy people to patronize it. The casino is running high and we are making a lot of money."

The bespectacled lawyer spoke incessantly.

Cheng Long, who was walking in front, suddenly raised his hand, and the master and the eight followers behind him stopped.

"I met an acquaintance and went over to say hello. You guys go back first."

"Boss, you have good taste! This woman looks very serious and beautiful..." The master followed Cheng Long's gaze and noticed Afang, the fresh and refined mute girl pushing a cart. If it were any other time or place, he would definitely be moved.

Now!
He only dared to admire, not to blaspheme.

They will even arrange people to secretly protect the other party.

Without him.

Just because this woman is the one the gang leader likes.

"Stop flattering me and get out of here!"

Cheng Long cursed with a smile, then strode forward towards the direction of the mute girl.

"You, you, and you..."

The master pointed at the three people and said, "Remember the appearance of this lady and arrange a few smart guys to protect her secretly. The Demon City has been in turmoil recently. The shady property that our leader despises has attracted all kinds of monsters and demons to fight for it. Don't let those scum hurt the future leader's wife."

"Master, don't worry. With us brothers taking action, we will definitely get things done properly."

"Master, I recruited two younger brothers yesterday. One of them looks very smart. They should be able to do this job..."

"..."

On the other side, the mute girl looked at Cheng Long who was walking towards her, took out an ice cream and handed it to him with a smile.

When Cheng Long received it, he touched Ah Fang's hand intentionally or unintentionally, then he put the ice cream to his mouth and took a bite, grinning and said, "Ah Fang, your milk... oil ice cream is so fragrant and sweet, I've been thinking about it for a long time."

"..."

Ah Fang's pretty face blushed when she was teased.

This bastard, the cream is taken apart and read, it's so bad.

But she was not embarrassed, instead she felt her heart beating fast. To put it bluntly, Cheng Long's charm now was like walking hormones.

His every smile, every move can have a great impact on women.

Otherwise, how could Weiwei, who had only been with him for half a month, dance with him for two rounds and then undress for him in the evening?

You know, Weiwei is the darling of the Casablanca nightclub. Even Boss Liu is very fond of her and never forces her to do anything.

Of course, a big reason for this is because of Weiwei’s boyfriend, General Zeng, the young marshal of the Northeastern Army.

But it is also because of this that Weiwei, who works in a nightclub, can do what she wants. If she meets someone she likes, she will dance with them, and no one will force her if she doesn't want to.

The work is not much, but the pay is not less at all.

"Afang, how many ice creams do you have left to sell?"

Seeing that Afang was shy, Cheng Long teased her a little and then took the initiative to change the subject.

"17."

The mute girl gestured.

Because of the weather, she didn't dare to make too much, fearing that it would melt after a long time without being sold. In the 40s, refrigerators were not common in Shanghai, but some families and the wealthy began to use them. These refrigerators were usually imported, and some of the internal parts were imported, with domestic brands.

Although there are some ice cubes in Afang's cart to keep the ice cream cold, it is a hot day and the ice melts quickly, so she doesn't sell much ice cream every time she sets up the stall.

No matter whether business is good or not, just go back after selling.

"I'll help you sell it."

Cheng Long quickly ate the ice cream in his hand, and then came to the mute girl and shouted to the passers-by: "Ice cream for sale, five coppers each, if it's not sweet, no money."

"Really?"

A middle-aged man wearing glasses stepped forward and said, "If it's not sweet, I won't pay."

"No problem. As long as you think the taste is not good, I'll give you this ice cream." Cheng Long took out an ice cream and handed it to the other party. Money didn't matter. The most important thing was to get closer to Afang.

It is much better for two people to do business side by side than to chat face to face.

"Yeah, it's good. Your ice cream is really sweet and has a fruity flavor. It's worth the five copper coins."

The bespectacled uncle took a bite and immediately took out five copper coins from his pocket.

His loud praise attracted many passers-by to watch. People are like this, they follow the crowd.

There are many people gathered around.

It was another ice cream made by a pure beauty, the ice cream made by Afang, and it was sold out by Cheng Long in a short time.

On the way home with Afang.

While pushing the cart, Cheng Long looked at the mute girl who was hesitant to speak, and smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

"Brother Cheng, are you the heir of the Xiaoyao Sect?"

Ah Fang picked up a pen and paper and asked the questions that had been lingering in her mind for half a month.

The Xiaoyao Sect was an extremely mysterious sect even during the Northern Song Dynasty. Each of the three Xiaoyao elders had immense powers, like living gods.

Anyone in the martial arts world who knows something about the background of Xiaoyao Sect will inevitably list Xiaoyao Sect as a holy place in the martial arts world.

"I'm not, but I can do everything they can do, and I can also do everything they can't do. Now, as long as you nod, I can make you healthy again and say goodbye to the title of dumb girl."

Cheng Long was quite enthusiastic because over the past period of time, the relationship between the two had invisibly become closer.

This is a good thing. If you make a little progress every day, sooner or later you will be able to realize your dream and win the heart of a pure and beautiful woman.

"Then my silence Zen..."

Ah Fang handed over these words.

You can tell from the word that she is moved.

Cheng Long immediately struck while the iron was hot and said, "Simple, I will teach you a martial arts skill later. The silent meditation, which makes people keep silent, is really not suitable for you."

"Thank you, Brother Cheng!"

"where is your house?"

"..."

Following the mute girl, turning left and right, we walked for about forty minutes before arriving at an alley. The house where Afang lived was actually a small building with a yard.

The two-and-a-half-story brick house, where one person lives, seems a bit luxurious, but it also proves that the mute girl's family was very well off when she was a child.

Although I am down and out now, I can still be said to have no worries about food and clothing.

When we are really short of money, we can rent out the first and second floors, and we can collect a lot of rent from the five rooms.

Cheng Long put the cart in an empty space, looked up and down, turned around and said to Afang: "Afang, if I had known that you lived so well, I would have rented a house from you."

"Brother Cheng, if you have nowhere to stay, you can always come to my house."

Afang smiled slightly and wrote this sentence.

She is very confident in Cheng Long.

If a man with super-powerful martial arts had evil intentions towards a woman, even a congenital master like her would be powerless to resist.

The two chatted for a while. Cheng Long took the initiative to get to the point, then pointed his finger and a beam of light shone into Ah Fang's forehead.

[The crow flies for gold, the rabbit walks for jade, the three realms are just a grain of rice; the mountains and rivers have been covered with dust for years, the yin and yang are reversed into the mysterious valley; life is in the flash of lightning, a few magpies stay on the branches; the mulberry fields and the sea return to spring and autumn, the universe will not let go of Kan Li rest...]

This exercise is called "Changchun Gong" and is a basic wood-attributed exercise that has the wonderful effects of beautifying the skin, maintaining eternal youth, improving physical fitness, and enhancing resistance to toxicity.

You can continue to practice until you reach the Yang Shen realm.

It also comes with more than ten small spells.

Such as the dead tree revival technique, fireball technique, wood thorn technique, entanglement technique and so on.

The above are all the skills that Cheng Long deduced on the way here. Afang herself has a foundation in martial arts and is not lacking in the means to kill and protect the way, so he would directly give her the method of practice.

It’s just because Afang is still thinking about Axing who helped her when she was a child, otherwise she could have directly taught her the "Shangqing Immortal Method" or the "Shura Book" in one go.

Ah Fang tried to practice for a while, and it was indeed very smooth. The true energy in her dantian was transformed into wood-attributed magic power without any hindrance. However, it was a pity for the flowers and plants in the yard. Many green plants were drained of their vitality and withered.

But she didn't care. The green plants withered and the true energy in her dantian was transformed into magic power, allowing her to directly enter the foundation-building stage, and even the late stage of foundation-building.

This is something to be happy about.

In terms of martial arts cultivation, that would be the late innate stage, the same realm as the landlord and the landlady.

"Do you still need to consider it now?" Cheng Long asked with a smile.

“……”Afang shook her head repeatedly.

As expected, with more powerful cultivation techniques, how could she be reluctant to practice silent meditation?

The silent meditation taught by the old beggar can only be practiced to the Golden Elixir realm.

However, the Changchun Gong taught by Brother Cheng can be cultivated to the Yang Shen realm, and can also prolong life and maintain eternal youth.

There is absolutely no comparison between the two.

"It may be a little itchy, just bear with it."

Cheng Long walked up to Afang, stretched out his hand and held her fair neck. A surge of black magic power gushed out, and a tingling sensation soon affected her vocal cords.

But in just a few seconds, Afang, who had been mute for more than ten years, couldn't help but make a sound.

"It's itchy, it's so itchy!"

"Cheng, Brother Cheng, when will it end?"

Hearing the oriole-like voice, Cheng Long smiled and took back the palm that was pressing on Afang's neck, and said with a smile: "It's all right. From now on, you are no longer a mute girl."

"So fast..."

Having been mute for more than ten years, Afang has difficulty speaking fluently.

But it’s not a big problem. Just talk more and you will be able to answer fluently soon.

"Of course, I am a genuine god."

"Ah? God?" Afang was stunned.

"If I'm not a deity, how can I teach you how to practice?" Cheng Long said with a smile, "Do you want to know why I'm helping you?"

"I do." Afang nodded.

"Because I like you. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. You look very pure, with a beautiful temperament that is untainted by the mud. You are particularly fascinating."

"..."

Ah Fang's cheeks flushed, and for a moment, she didn't know how to answer.

Brother Cheng, who had a mysterious origin, not only gave him the Changchun Kung Fu, but also healed his vocal cords, allowing him to regain the ability to speak.

Logically speaking, you should pledge your love to me.

But deep in her heart, she was always thinking about the little boy who was bullied by some hooligans and had urinated on by those bastards for helping her.

She has kept the lollipop that was stolen by the gangster.

Cheng Long, who used his telepathic ability to detect Afang's inner thoughts, couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. He had revealed his identity, but still couldn't conquer Afang.

The mute girl is indeed the destined heroine of the Kung Fu world!

This pure original intention is admirable.

"Afang, just because I like you doesn't mean you have to like me. If you're in trouble, you can take your time to think about it. I'm not in a hurry." Cheng Long is not a traditional magic cultivator. He will snatch it back if he can't get it.

He will give Ah Fang enough options...

Sometimes regret is not a bad thing, and it can even strengthen his determination in the Tao.

"Brother Cheng, I remember all your kindness. I will seriously consider it."

In fact, Afang had already been moved for a moment. There was always a voice in her heart telling her that if she agreed, she would become the partner of a god and the little fairy that everyone envied.

But the boy from my childhood could not be forgotten.

"It doesn't matter. Whether you accept it in the end or not, I will still be your Brother Cheng."

Cheng Long rubbed Afang's head affectionately.

At this moment, he felt like he was doting on his cousin Zhu Wanfang.

Both Afangs are the kind of pure girls who are untainted by the world and are worthy of our careful care.

……

7 p.m.

Cheng Long came to Liu Ye's nightclub alone. He wanted to find Weiwei to comfort his slightly lost heart, but he learned from Weiwei's colleague that Zeng Shaoshuai came to Shanghai.

Come on.

Weiwei can no longer be counted on.

Just as he was about to leave, Qi Qi, who had an ambiguous relationship with Mr. Liu, suddenly came to him with a glass of wine.

"Mr. Cheng, why are you leaving right after you got here?"

"Because there's no beauty like you to keep me company."

Cheng Long replied with a smile.

Qi Qi, whose real name is Yamaguchi Yumi, also known as Fang Qing, is the top singer in Casablanca nightclub on the surface, but in fact, she is a spy dedicated to the country. She contacts Liu Yutian in order to obtain information.

Becoming sisters with Weiwei was also for the purpose of obtaining information.

The same thing happened when I met Chen Zhen who had returned to China later.

"Haha, Mr. Cheng, I like what you said. How about I make an exception and dance with you later?" Ever since Qi Qi got together with Liu Yutian, she has been singing in nightclubs and rarely dances with others.

Occasionally they would dance to a song, but that was only to accompany Master Liu, or some distinguished guests, the kind that even Master Liu could not refuse.

"Great, Latin or tango is best."

"Are you not afraid of being seen by Master Liu's men when you dance with me?"

Qi Qi looked at Cheng Long with a smile.

It was common knowledge that she and Mr. Liu had an ambiguous relationship, but outsiders only knew that they were having an ambiguous relationship, but did not know that she had not yet had sex with Mr. Liu and had been keeping him hanging.

The excuse was that Master Liu had too many wives and concubines, and if he wanted to be with her, he would have to disperse all the wives and concubines at home.

"I'm not afraid of the king of heaven, so why should I be afraid of him?"

Cheng Long acted like he was the boss, then changed the subject and said with a smile, "Qi Qi, if I give you a chance to stay young forever, would you be willing to do anything for me?"

Everlasting youth?
Qi Qi had a dazed look on her face.

How come I'm so drunk after just taking a sip of wine? (End of this chapter)