Reborn to marry a playboy, the scumbag kneels down and calls me aunt

Shen Xuanheng was boasting and enjoying himself. After sitting for a while, the fifth floor was suddenly cleared out. He only heard hurried footsteps on the stairwell, and a middle-aged man in a purple and black robe hurried up.

The man had a serious face, a broad nose and face, and was quite plump. He had an aura that said "keep away from strangers" and looked like someone who was not easy to get along with.

But it was this person who had tears in his eyes after seeing Shen Xuanheng.

"My benefactor! It really is you!"

The word "benefactor" contained a myriad of emotions. The middle-aged man walked quickly up to him and actually knelt on the ground.

"I haven't seen you for many years. I hope you are doing well, benefactor!"

Shen Xuanheng looked at him with a smile and said cynically, "It's not good, but you still have a few years to live."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and then he sighed.

"My benefactor, your disease is really difficult to treat. Looking around the world, no one can cure it."

"Haha, Yan Kuan, why are you sighing?"

Shen Xuanheng reached out his hand and patted Yan Kuan on the shoulder, and suddenly sneered: "If I die, won't 'Tianxing Pavilion' be yours? First, you will be rich enough to rival a country, and second, you will be able to dominate the martial arts world. How wonderful it is."

Yan Kuan trembled all over and quickly crawled to the ground.

"Tianxing Pavilion was built by the benefactor. Yan Kuan is just a worthless life saved by the benefactor. How dare he covet the benefactor's vicious Tianxing Pavilion."

"Hahaha, I was just joking with you. Look how scared you are."

Shen Xuanheng reached out to support Yan Kuan, "Come on, come on, get up quickly. If others see this, they will say that I, 'Flower-Zhe Gongzi Liang Heng', am a moody person."

Yan Kuan showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Liang Heng, the Flower-Zhezi Master, was a man that all the people in the martial arts world were terrified of. It was not because of his great martial arts skills, but because of his unparalleled wisdom.

Although he was weak and powerless, he won over martial arts masters to obey his orders. The Tianxing Pavilion he founded became the largest chamber of commerce in the capital in just two years. After five years of operation, the Tianxing Pavilion spread throughout Daliang State and was rich enough to rival a country.

But such a brilliant figure suddenly retired at the peak of his life and disappeared, leaving his huge family business to his trusted subordinate Yan Kuan.

As Liang Heng's confidant, Yan Kuan knew that Liang Heng was poisoned and coughed up blood every night. In the past few years when Liang Heng was away, he thought that this benefactor had died. Unexpectedly...

Yan Kuan relaxed, his expression more natural. He cupped his hands and said, "Young Master has been gone for several years, and today he suddenly sent someone to meet me. I am really surprised and happy."

Shen Xuanheng put his wrist on the armrest of the chair and put one foot on another chair. His posture was free and unrestrained, and he drank a cup of tea like fine wine.

"Of course you are surprised. You are surprised that I am not dead. You are happy that I can finally put an end to the nightmare that has weighed on your heart for the past few years..."

Yan Kuan spread his hands and said helplessly: "Master, you are here again. I am not afraid this time..."

"Yan Kuan, you have been very ambitious in recent years. You have used your power to bully others in the martial arts world and colluded with officials in the capital to do whatever you want. So, tell me, when did I allow Tianxing Pavilion to..." The male protagonist's eyes, which were originally smiling, turned cold. "You started a human trafficking business?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the teahouse was filled with panic and murderous intent.

"Hehehe."

When Yan Kuan raised his head, murderous intent was revealed in his eyes.

"Sir, I really don't know whether you are smart or stupid. You knew you would die today, yet you still came to see me. Are you seeking death?"

Shen Xuanheng sneered, calmly saying, "Do you think you can kill me?"

Yan Kuan twisted his neck and smiled grimly, "In the past few years since the young master was away, Tianxing Pavilion has been following my lead. No matter how powerful you Liang Heng are, you should know that when people leave, they are forgotten."

As he spoke, Yan Kuan snapped his fingers, and the tiles on the roof of the teahouse creaked. More than a dozen killers jumped down and surrounded Shen Xuanheng. His death was inevitable.

Yan Kuang breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly, "Young Master, you may look carefree, but it's still hard to breathe when I'm alone with you. Only this way can I feel a little safe. You don't know, during the years you were away, I couldn't sleep well every day. At first, I was worried that I would be blamed by you if I didn't manage Tianxing Pavilion well, but gradually, Tianxing Pavilion became popular, and that was all my credit! So I was even more afraid, afraid that you would come back, and then I would have to follow you around like a dog again!"

“Haha, but that’s not necessary now.” Yan Kuan clenched his fists until they made a creaking sound, and then he revealed his fierce look like a devil, “Now I’m going to twist your head off with my own hands!”

"Boring."

Shen Xuanheng shook his head, his eyes calm under the mask, "Kill him."

"Yes! Pavilion Master!"

A silver knife flashed by, and Yan Kuan, who had just taken a step forward, froze in place. A line of blood began to spread on his neck, and then a bright red flower bloomed.

He held his throat tightly, blood foam flying everywhere, and looked at his 'subordinates' who were looking at him coldly in disbelief, "Why...you..."

Yan Kuan's voice was like a broken bellows. Before he finished speaking, he knelt at Shen Xuanheng's feet, just like when he came, just like when Shen Xuanheng rescued him from the bandits.

Shen Xuanheng stood up slowly and reached out to close Yan Kuan's eyes.

"Yan Kuan, you have never controlled the Tianxing Pavilion. You just think you are in control."

Gently shaking his head, Shen Xuanheng stood by the railing, his black clothes rustling. He looked into the distance, and the hot tea in his hand turned into a wine gourd without him noticing.

He took a swig and muttered to himself.

"The country remains the same, but people's hearts have changed."

After a moment, he groaned and said in a frivolous way, "If my wife saw me like that just now, she would be completely fascinated!"

The killers were silent for a moment, and then quietly dealt with the corpse.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I still have to go to the Jinyu Tower to watch the show!"

Shen Xuanheng clapped his hands and walked hurriedly. He walked on the street with his sleeves fluttering, holding a wine gourd in his hand, like a knight-errant in the world of martial arts.

An old Taoist priest who was napping on the street smelled the aroma of wine in his dream. When he opened his eyes, he saw a wine gourd placed on the table covered with yellow cloth in front of him. He looked around furtively and when he found no one claimed it, he opened the wine gourd and took a sip happily.

"Good wine!"

The old Taoist wiped his mouth, and his old face blossomed like a chrysanthemum.

"I don't know which lay Buddhist is so kind. Good people bring good fortune. I have to help him tell a fortune."

The old Taoist tied the wine gourd around his waist and slapped his hands on the table. Three copper coins flew into the sky and then fell into the bowl like fish swimming into water.

"My mother-in-law!"

The old Taoist's eyes widened, "It's actually the hexagram of 'Dragon Pool Star Change'!"

"This, this, this..."

The old Taoist priest had a sad face. He stood up and walked back and forth on the street with his hands behind his back, regretting a little for telling the fortune.

This hexagram meant that the layman who gave the wine had suffered a series of disasters and was almost doomed to die, with almost no way out.

The old Taoist sighed, took another sip of wine, and his nose and eyes widened as he exhaled the smell of alcohol.

"Forget it. Good people make good connections. I will try to find a way to help you survive."