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Chapter Nine Hundred and Fortieth: Local Tyrants Written on His Face

However, Yang Bo was no longer willing to discipline the father and son. He just thought about Yang Lang's words and didn't pay much attention to them.

Lu Dongxing stood aside with a look of astonishment on his face, obviously he did not expect that there would be such a weird thing.

"Let's go." Yang Bo said.

The group of people followed Yang Bo and left, leaving Yang Lang here. Yang Lang struggled to get up from the ground. He shivered and took off his right shoe, with an ugly smile on his face. He took out the shoe from under the insole.

Three or four hundred-dollar bills were handed over to him, and he muttered: "You guys are still a little green. You have money in your hands, so don't panic!"

Yang Lang got up with difficulty and walked back to the factory.

After a while, Yang Lang walked back to the casino, only to see Brother Tang sitting on a chair outside the factory door, with his legs crossed and smoking a cigarette.

Yang Lang greeted quickly: "Brother Tang, I'm really sorry. My younger brother is not sensible and caused trouble at your meeting. I will apologize to you on his behalf!"

When Brother Tang saw Yang Lang coming back, he quickly stood up and said, "Brother Lang, Mr. Lang, you are so weird for saying this! You must not be polite!"

Yang Lang was a little surprised and excited. Could it be that when Yang Bo came and Brother Tang saw his background, he was afraid?

"Brother Tang, you really upset me!" Yang Lang said politely, "We have known each other for such a long time, so you are welcome. I will go in first!"

Brother Tang walked sideways and walked in front of Yang Lang, "Brother Lang, you can't harm your brother!"

"What's wrong?" Yang Lang asked a little confused.

Brother Tang quickly explained: "You don't know, before those people left, they warned me that if you step into this door again, you will need my arm!"

Yang Lang was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "Don't believe his lies. They don't dare to touch you. I am his brother. How can he not listen to what I say?"

Brother Tang looked Yang Lang up and down without saying anything.

Yang Lang lowered his head, looked at the remaining blades of grass on his body, and thought of the scars on his face, it suddenly dawned on him that people would not believe his lies when they saw his embarrassed appearance!

There was something exciting on Yang Lang's face. He looked at Brother Tang, then behind him, then turned and left.

Yang Bo left here and called Mother Yang, "Your son has been taught a lesson. Don't ask me to teach him a lesson next time. After all, he is your son, not mine."

Yang Bo hated Father Yang's actions. He just wanted to stay away from this family, so he was inevitably a little rude when he spoke.

Mother Yang held the phone and was stunned, "Oh, okay!"

Yang Bo immediately hung up the phone. He sat in Lu Dongxing's car and returned home without agreeing to Lu Dongxing's invitation.

At night, the moon was as cold as water. Sitting under the moonlight, Yang Bo took the "Tai Chi Sutra" and studied it carefully.

In the past, Yang Bo always thought that "Qi Entrainment Technique" was very simple. It taught people how to guide spiritual energy from nature into the body, and he never felt that there was any problem.

But when he saw the "Tai Chi Sutra", he realized how lucky he was. This book was really too simple. It described the methods of sensing spiritual energy and guiding spiritual energy in such a concise manner that even ordinary people would be confused after reading it.

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Yang Bo is already completely familiar with it, so he can understand what information is hidden in the ambiguity, but anyone who has not been exposed to this information must not be able to understand it, or even be confused.

After reading it carefully from beginning to end, Yang Bo put down the "Tai Chi Sutra" and understood the difficulties of casual practice.

For casual cultivators, their qi training secrets are inherently incomplete. Without a master, if you want to fully explore them, you have to take many detours. This is probably the reason why their realm is not high!

Thinking of this, Yang Bo admired those casual cultivators. They were already stunningly talented people who could cultivate spiritual energy. If they were given more complete skills, would they achieve even greater achievements?

Yang Bo turned his eyes to the other side again. Thousand-year-old ginseng was beside him, and he couldn't help but frown.

Yuwen is still in the United States, and his body must not have fully recovered. Thousand-year ginseng should have a great effect on him, but if it is really given to him, Yang Bo is a little hesitant.

This ginseng was photographed by Lu Dongxing, and he only owned half of the property rights. Lu Dongxing must have taken the ginseng because he wanted to use the effect of thousand-year-old ginseng to successfully induce qi in one go.

The remaining half of the ginseng plant belongs to him. For him, the thousand-year ginseng is also very useful. He has now reached the late stage of the Qi-entraining realm and needs a lot of spiritual energy. If he has the help of the thousand-year ginseng, he will definitely save a lot of time.

After thinking for a long time, Yang Bo decided to keep the thousand-year-old ginseng.

The phone rang, and Yang Bo frowned slightly. He picked up the phone and took a look. When he saw that it was Hua Qingyun's call, he couldn't help being a little stunned, and his heart softened.

After connecting the phone, there was no sound for a while, so Yang Bo had to ask: "Are you okay?"

Hua Qingyun seemed to be in a bad mood, and said in a low voice, "It's not bad."

"Have you come back from outside?" Hua Qingyun asked.

Yang Bo nodded, "I have returned to Jinling. If you have time tomorrow, let's have a chat."

"If you have time, let's meet tomorrow." Hua Qingyun said.

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the other party would die so soon, but he didn't say anything more.

The next day, Yang Bo got up, ran to Xuanwu Lake, practiced Yuejia Boxing, and felt much more comfortable. Then he ate chicken crow soup dumplings and walked slowly back to his residence.

Back downstairs, Yang Bo saw Lu Dongxing already waiting there. When he saw Yang Bo, he came up to him anxiously, "What on earth does this mean? Why can't I understand it?"

Yang Bo looked towards Lu Dongxing and saw that his eyes were red and his face was extremely anxious. He couldn't help but said with relief: "Don't be anxious, I will tell you."

Lu Dongxing was still anxious and said: "I studied all night last night to know what this book means. I understand all the words in it, but when they are put together, I don't understand it."

Yang Bo smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious."

While they were talking, the two got on the elevator. In the elevator, there was a slim and beautiful woman. The woman seemed to have heard Lu Dongxing's words and glanced at him with a look of disdain on her face.

Lu Dongxing didn't notice the other party at all, and just said to himself: "Yang Bo, I left everything to you. I put down all my business. I will make at least several million less this day!"

The woman frowned, looking a little impatient. She couldn't help but glance at Lu Dongxing again, but this time, she was stunned.
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