Security guard of the female president's son-in-law

No matter how good things are, they cannot be taken away after death.

He patted Meng Dong on the shoulder and said, "Go, I'll take you to see and see, but don't move!"

Meng Dong said happily: "Don't worry, an old man, what am I doing, I don't have that hobby!"

"Antiques, I said."

"I'm also talking about antiques. It's so old, it must be an old man. I only rely on my eyes to see antiques."

Mr. Qi didn't bother to talk to Meng Dong anymore, but he took out the password and opened the passage to the last floor of the tower by comparing his eyes and irises.

As Meng Dong walked up step by step, he suddenly felt a fierce sword energy. He had never seen a sword that could emit sword energy by itself. It was really a treasure.

Finally came to the seventh floor, where there are only three wooden cases, with two books in the middle, and a portrait at the back with a word Qi on it, which should be the ancestors of their Qi family.

On the left is a sword inserted into the incense burner. The sword is wide and the hilt is red. The sword energy is emitted by him.

On the right is a statue of Bodhidharma, the whole body is pitch black, the material cannot be seen clearly, and the aura permeates the entire tower floor.

Looking at it this way, the book in the middle looks ordinary.

At this time, Elder Qi said: "You can look at the sword and the Buddha statue. The ones in the middle are my Qi family's exercises and genealogy, so there is no need for that."

Meng Dong laughed from ear to ear, patted him on the shoulder and said: "I don't look down on me, I can still worry about your family tree, and there is no need for exercises. Who doesn't know that I, Meng Dong, can do everything."

He is also a sword user, so he was the first one to walk towards the sword. Looking at the two characters on the sword, Meng Dong frowned and said, "What the hell...you're scolding me!"

Old Master Qi's face turned dark on the spot, and he slapped Meng Dong on the back of the head, shouting, "General! General! Who did you learn from in antique appraisal? You don't even know ancient Chinese."

Meng Dong rubbed his nose and said embarrassedly: "I'm self-taught, I'm a little hasty, I didn't learn everything."

With these two names in his mouth, Meng Dong suddenly shouted: "I'll fuck you, Gan Jiang, Gan Jiang, one of the top ten famous swords in ancient times."

Old Master Qi sighed and said, "What a fuss, no one has any secrets, it's just that my family is richer."

It's really shameless to boast about yourself.

Meng Dong asked immediately, "Where's Mo Xie!"

The pride on Old Master Qi's face disappeared all of a sudden, he flicked his sleeves and said, "I don't know."

Meng Dong looked at it for a long time, looked left and right, and found that there was nothing wrong, it was just that the sword energy was released, and he was about to reach out to pull it out, but old man Qi shouted: "Stop!"

Meng Dong was already standing on the wooden table, turned around and said, "I'll try it out, there's no need to be so stingy!"

The old man Qi grinned and said, "You can't try it, but I can give it to you."

"Old man, you don't mean to blackmail me, do you? You can give it to me, but you can't just try it, it will break if you touch it?"

"That's not true. Of course it's okay for you to marry into my Qi family and give it to your grandson-in-law."

Meng Dong stretched out his hand and withdrew it without hesitation.

Just trying to seduce me with this little thing?I really don't know how beautiful my wife is, even if you have collected all ten famous swords, you don't take a second look.

Seeing Meng Dong jumping down, Mr. Qi suddenly felt a little regretful.

Meng Dong didn't look at this, only the Bodhidharma statue.

It is a sitting statue, an old man with a big beard and long eyebrows lowers his head slightly, meditating with one hand folded, lifelike.

If you look closely, the black ones are scorched marks, but it's amazing that only the skin is burned.

Standing here at this time, it seems that the world is extraordinarily clean, and the recent pressure is suddenly released, and he doesn't think about Zheng Zihan, nor does he think about the company's crisis.

After a while, he appeared on a river, standing on a leaf, feeling like a flat boat, exiled on the vast lake with the waves, with the breeze blowing, as if seeing the changes of the mountains, rivers and land for thousands of years.

Seeing him bent over for so long, Mr. Qi was thinking of telling him to straighten up and look, so as not to break his waist, but the second master stopped him and said, "Don't move, he's already settled down."

Entering meditation is meditation, a way for monks to practice, sitting upright with eyes closed, concentrating, and sometimes the Taoist's silence, also known as entering meditation.

Back then Bodhidharma once visited the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, where he practiced meditation for more than nine years, and finally realized the Buddhism that people in the Central Plains can accept, the Eastern Zen.

It is not a monk who enters meditation, the opportunity is relatively greater, it is an opportunity that can be met but not sought after, and many people will never have this opportunity in their lifetime.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Qi said with emotion: "It's a pity that such a person is not my grandson-in-law."

Looking at the sword behind him, he whispered, "Do you want to give it to him to make a good fortune?"

The second master looked at the sword and said in silence for a long time: "That's okay, anyway, no one in this generation will use it anymore."

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Dong suddenly fell to the ground, which shocked the elders of the Qi family.

Meng Dong, who was lying on the floor, yawned, and lazily said, "I haven't slept in the past few days. I never thought I could fall asleep standing up."

Old Master Qi walked up to Meng Dong, and asked eagerly, "Did you dream about anything? Or did you change in any way?"

The corner of Meng Dong's mouth twitched, you know I'm dreaming?
He replied honestly: "I dreamed of standing on a leaf with the river below. I thought I was tired from standing, so I lay down and fell asleep. If I want to talk about changes, I just slept very comfortably."

Fell asleep?You finally fell asleep?Still sleeping comfortably?Where is it uncomfortable to sleep, but why sleep here?

Old Master Qi blew his eyebrows and stared, wishing he could tear Meng Dong apart.

Meng Dong was also a little embarrassed. Looking at the scenery outside, he seemed to have slept for a long time, but they were still waiting. Did he suspect that they had stolen something?

But I really have this idea, these are all treasures, they can be exchanged for many exercises.

Rao Rao said at the temple: "Old man, it's not enough, I haven't slept with your granddaughter, can I help you get a elixir? I don't know if there is any."

Old Master Qi also let go of Meng Dong, sighed and said, "Take that sword away!"

"I don't want it. Bigamy is illegal in our country."

After Meng Dong finished speaking, he went down, feeling that if he stayed any longer, he would feel sorry for Lin Yanxue.

Elder Qi glanced at the second master, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know what's good or bad, I don't think he has a chance to enter meditation, and he doesn't have the fate to take this sword."

The second master smiled and said: "There are thousands of ways in the world, and sleeping is also a form of expression. There is no need to be entangled. When it is useful, meditation will naturally have an effect."

As soon as he reached the sixth floor, he saw Meng Dong collecting the painting of the four figures. After seeing the general's sword aura, he realized that the thing emanating from it was sword intent, four different sword intents.

Seeing them coming, he said cheekily: "Old man, I didn't bring you any presents, the younger generation came to visit, you should give some small gifts at least!"