Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun's face fell, and he was very unhappy to say, "I have already said that, don't always ask questions, I am asking you!"

Smith was full of doubts, but he dared not ask any more. He knew the horror of the monk better.

However, he really can't change his language habits, "I don't know if this master ... had ever heard of Kunlun?"

"Kunlun?" Yang Yuxin said, frowning slightly.

Smith glanced at her suspiciously, and said that the daughter-in-law of the ancient family would also know this? Shouldn't it be a materialist?

"Humph," Feng Jun snorted coldly. "I knew that doing things so unrealistically wouldn't escape these people."

"Then you know Kunlun ..." Smith halfway through his words, raised his hand and gave himself a mouth that was crisp and loud, "Let your mouth owe, let you ask again!"

Feng Jun asked with a blank expression, "Which one contacted you ... Is it Yu Baiyi or Shen Qingyi?"

Smith became more and more horrified, and said that he co-authored this man who is also a serious monk-to be honest, he himself does not know who Kunlun is, but only knows that the most powerful Kunlun is Kunlun Sanxiu.

But Kunlun's three shows, he only knows the title, he is completely unaware of the specific three shows.

What he thinks in his mind now is that more than one person said that Kunlun is the holy place of China's first monastic practice, and he doesn't know if this one in front of him will be the opponent of the other party.

So he dared to ask, "The last question is offended ... May I ask Mr. and Kunlun, who is more powerful?"

Feng Jun was too lazy to take care of him, and gave Yang Yuxin a look—you answer, I wo n’t boast.

Yang Yuxin didn't want to say more, not because she didn't have the courage, but she didn't look good at Smith.

So she just asked lightly, "Have you heard of Kunlun Sanxiu?"

"I've heard of it, I heard it," Smith nodded again and again, and there was a smile on his face. "It turns out that my sister also knows."

In fact, he is at least ten years older than Yang Yuxin, but the people in Beijing call this person ... no problem.

"Kou Heiyi is dead," Yang Yuxin looked at him coldly, "So the master asked you, is it Yu Baiyi or Shen Qingyi."

She shouldn't have known the news, but Gu Jiahui often communicated with her brothers and sisters. She and Feng Jun also have skin relatives. In daily conversations, it is inevitable that one or two sentences will come out-for example, "" The ruthless cable used by Huahua comes from Kouheiyi. "

Smith knew in seconds that the legendary three Kunlun shows were these three, and he couldn't help asking another question, "Is it in the hands of your lord?"

Feng Jun looked at him with a smile, "It is he who finds death himself, he finds the ballast for no reason, the death is not a pity ... Finally, repeat it, if you ask me questions again, I'm really upset!"

As soon as Smith heard this, this one actually killed one of Kunlun's three shows, and dared to shake it around. Obviously, he didn't put the other two shows in his eyes.

In short, Kunlun wanted to get the stone lamp, but also secretly operated through him as a middleman, and the young man took Yang Yuxin and chased it with a big swing.

So he already knew what kind of choice he should make, "Well ... I said, in fact, strictly speaking, I am not particularly sure, the person who came to me is Kunlun, just guess so ..."

The contact between the historian and the monk did not start with Smith, but originated from Smith's dad.

In the ten-nian catastrophe, Lao Shi was also beaten into the reactionaries, but his wife was not arrested because he was a returned overseas Chinese, but he was criticized from time to time and was copied from home.

Some of Smith ’s mother ’s family treasures were also taken away. Later, the house scribes came to the door and asked, saying that you have some feudal remnants that have not been handed over, she firmly denied.

Then one day, someone came to the door quietly, threatening with the safety of old history and talking to her for a long time.

What Smith remembered was that after the mother handed over a humble gourd, his father's condition improved a lot, so the mother was particularly grateful to the person who took the gourd.

Later, it was opened, and his mother took out some privately hidden gold bars and started an antique business.

She is not a business person. After not long time, she was put into practice, and then she went back to work, but her family has a deep academic background and special research on antiques. These things, she taught her son .

Later, the man who took the gourd appeared again, asking the historian to help collect antiques on the market, saying that if there is good goods, he can double the purchase.

The next thing is that Smith is operating. He used his professional knowledge to collect a lot of antiques and wanted to resell it for a good price. As a result, he basically couldn't see it.

Fortunately, he caught up with the heyday, and the price of antiques went up all the way, so he was ... antique dealers became a model for collectors.

So his feelings for the mysterious guest are very complicated. He is grateful to the other party for saving his father and finding a way to make money for himself, but he also hates the other party for stealing his family treasure.

In fact, at that time, his family was copied a lot of things, but later they were not recovered. The mysterious man obviously had some contact with the copycat, but he refused to testify.

Later, after much contact, Smith realized that the mysterious man is not a person, but belongs to an organization.

Once he failed to bid for antiques-this is normal, he is a collector, and that organization will not cover him.

When the mysterious person knew it, he scolded him for a meal, and then ... the successful bidder had a car accident, but the lot was missing.

Smith got in touch with them a lot, knowing that this should be a monk's organization, and the news that he occasionally spit out shocked him-dare to use the famous word "Kunlun"?

However, over time, he realized that these people really have some anomalous abilities, and it seems that ... really is the legendary Kunlun.

But the more he knew, the more he was afraid of this organization. This time too, he didn't know why, and the other party would know that the Chinese Health Association had a stone bowl and went to the vice president's house.

Then he easily got the stone bowl through the vice-chairman ’s nanny and gave it to the other party for 200,000. Anyway, the nanny and the vice-chairman were a little unclear. She was not afraid of his attack.

In this matter, Smith actually knew very well that his role was not so glorious, and he was usually reluctant to talk about it.

And he could vaguely feel that Kunlun is so cautious to operate, which is rare in the past, and should be avoiding something.

Now that he knows, Kunlun may be unpredictable ... is this one in front of him?

Feng Jun listened to him with a blank expression, and then asked out loud, "Where is that person ... now?"

"I really don't know where he is," Smith slaps himself in distress, much louder than the previous one. "Every time they contact me, I don't know how to contact them."

"Huh?" Feng Jun snorted and looked at him with a smile. "So many years ... you don't know at all?"

This question is too sharp, proving that his experience is not as young as his face.

Smith wanted to deny that he really didn't have the courage. He hesitated for a moment and then told him honestly, "I have also secretly observed ... I have observed it very carefully. I really have some doubts about whether they are Kunlun people."

Although he behaves like a Buddha, he is actually a person who does things in his heart. Through his observations, he thinks that the few people he has contacted with him are also ordinary people, but they have only a little effort.

Smith has also practiced kung fu since he was a child, and he did not particularly regard these people in his eyes.

But the elite behind these people, he was fortunate to have seen it once in the distance, and the other time was the bizarre car accident, so he judged in his heart that these people were only some friends with Kunlun, not really a Kunlun monk.

It is precisely because of this that he was a little disgusted with these people-do you act as a middleman and feel a sense of superiority?

Feng Jun was not surprised to hear this. Kunlun has peripheral members. This is really normal. There are so many good things in the country. They cannot be collected one by one. It is necessary to call some agents to help.

Not to mention Kunlun, not even Luohua Manor? Zhuang Haoyun's servant is an agent with dry food.

He had no intention of struggling with such a trivial matter, just Shen Sheng said, "Then whose address do you know?"

Smith struggled for a while and said an address.

Yang Yuxin nodded slightly, Shen Sheng said, "Since this is the case, you lead the way, let's go together."

Smith looked at her in amazement, "Let me go together?"

"You have friendships, you are the best to come forward," Yang Yuxin replied blankly. "Don't think I'm counting you, and tell you clearly, I'm saving you ... dare to start with something that Master Feng is optimistic about, you know it will Are there any consequences? "

It turns out that this man's surname is Feng! Smith knew something new, but he didn't even have the guts to see Feng Jun. He stood up after a moment of hesitation, "Okay, let's go."

Smith guided the way, Feng Jun drove, and in a short time came to a twenty-story residential building, "The top floor of this unit, Xu Mansha ... should be a more important person ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But this time Shideng, it wasn't she who came forward and took it away. "

Feng Jun took out a mobile phone, swiped it twice, and then shook his head. "People are not at home, and the stone lamp is not here."

"I made a phone call and asked," Yang Yuxin took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

An hour later, a middle-aged man of ordinary appearance appeared in front of the car. He was not tall and had a medium build.

He went to the car and knocked on the window. When he saw the window roll down, he asked in a deep voice, "Is this Director Yang's car?"

Feng Jun nodded, Yang Yuxin even said in the back seat, "Okay, just put the things down. Say to Director Chen on my behalf, thank you ..."

The middle-aged man handed in a USB flash drive and then replied, "It's all inside ... but this person hasn't lived here for half a month, maybe she has another foothold."

(This month will end in less than thirty hours. Friends with monthly tickets will vote, so as not to lose it if you forget it.)