Xiao Feng asked curiously, "She ssed with you, can't you guys give her a little lesson?"
The dozen or so people behind him imdiately showed a look of embarrassnt.
It's not that they hadn't resisted, but the problem was that individually, they simply couldn't beat her.
And joining forces with eighteen of them, they just couldn't bring themselves to do it, so they were forced to live in constant friction, matching wits and courage with Hua Ling.
"The main reason is that she's our junior sister, teaching her a lesson would seem like bullying the weak," Hui Yi explained.
Xiao Feng let out a dry, insincere laugh: "Heh heh."
Hui Yi's excuse was clearly not convincing to him.
However, thinking about how he almost got into trouble himself, he felt that everyone was pretty much in the sa boat, and there was no point in pointing fingers; it was enough to understand each other.
After about five minutes, Xiao Feng and the others saw the familiar bamboo house.
In fact, the path wasn't far; the main reason they took so long before was because they didn't find the right way.
Sun Zhong seed very surprised by Xiao Feng and the others visiting late at night.
However, after they explained their purpose, he didn't have any complaints and directly opened the door to let them in.
Using his phone's flashlight as a light source, Xiao Feng approached the underground door and said, "Rember the nas of the herbs?"
Hui Yi and the others nodded, indicating they had morized them.
"After you go in, don't waste ti; look for the herbs listed on the paper, don't touch anything else."
While speaking, Xiao Feng inserted the key into the lock and turned it.
"Click click click..."
With the sound of the chanism activating, the door slowly opened a crack.
Xiao Feng turned around and reminded again, "Don't waste ti, and don't take things randomly. Did you all hear ?"
At other tis, Xiao Feng might have taken sothing valuable along the way.
But this ti was different; for Sun Shijie to trust him with the key ant a lot, and if he entertained any crooked ideas, even he would feel it was indefensible.
The martial monks exchanged glances, all a bit puzzled about what was behind the door that made Brother Feng emphasize so much not to take anything?
Nevertheless, they nodded and replied, "We heard."
Xiao Feng nodded in satisfaction and was the first to walk inside.
Hui Yi and the others followed in and were utterly dumbfounded!
The dazzling gold and silver treasures seed like they could blind soone's eyes.
At this mont, the martial monks completely forgot their long-held mantra of "Monks do not covet worldly possessions," and it took them a while to recover.
"Holy shit!"
The youngest, Hui Shiba, swore the mont he woke from the shock.
Everyone imdiately turned to look at him, and Hui Shiba realized his slip, quickly clasped his hands together, and kept chanting "I'm guilty, I'm guilty."
This scene finally made Hui Yi and the others understand why Xiao Feng particularly emphasized not taking things randomly.
Because if one's resolve wasn't strong enough, it could easily lead to disaster!
"Brother Feng, are all these things yours?" Hui Shiqi swallowed hard and asked with difficulty.
Xiao Feng shook his head, "No, if they were mine, I'd let you take whatever you want."
Saying a few pleasant words didn't cost anything, and Xiao Feng naturally didn't mind making his subordinates happy.
There was once a story about a reporter interviewing an old farr.
The reporter asked, "If you had a billion, would you be willing to donate it to the country?"
The old farr replied, "Of course, contributing to the country is a matter of pride for ancestors."
The reporter then asked, "And if you had a hundred billion, would you be willing to donate it all to the country? Note, all of it."
The old farr still replied firmly, "Willing! The country is made up of countless small hos, donating to the country is like donating to myself."
Then the reporter asked, "If you had a cow, and the country needed it, would you be willing to donate it?"
The old farr imdiately changed his tune, "Not willing."
"Why?" The reporter was puzzled, "You were willing to donate a hundred billion, but you aren't willing to donate just one cow?"
The old farr answered seriously, "Because I actually have a cow."
In a way, what Xiao Feng was saying to the martial monks was sowhat similar to this story.
After all, things that weren't his own, he could casually say whatever without burning gas or electricity.
Hui Yi looked at the junior brothers with faces full of emotion towards Xiao Feng and sighed, they were too easily swayed.
"As long as you follow and listen, I promise there will never be a shortage of money, and whatever else you desire, you'll have it too!"
Xiao Feng seized the mont to inspire them, "Keep it up! A beautiful future is calling you!"
Even Xiao Feng himself felt a bit embarrassed, sensing it was quite forced inspiration.
Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good, with the martial monks clapping furiously, excitent written all over their faces.
For a mont, Xiao Feng finally understood why people in leadership often liked to promise unrealistic dreams.
A mont later, Xiao Feng waved to stop the monks from clapping, saying, "Okay, while the future is beautiful, we also need to be grounded. Everyone, quickly gather the herbs, let's get moving."
If there was more ti, he wouldn't have minded continuing with spirited words, but the problem was ti didn't allow it.
If Lin Jiaxuan couldn't be saved because he spent too long on speeches, it would clearly be a loss.
The martial monks began to enthusiastically search, eighteen of them working separately, so the efficiency wasn't slow; very soon, they found several of the herbs listed on the paper.
This ti, all the herbs on Sun Shijie's list were at least over a hundred years old.
If converted into money, it would be worth at least tens of millions, and so might not even be buyable with money.
Shaking his head, Xiao Feng temporarily put aside these thoughts and joined in on the search.
After about twenty minutes, they finally found all the herbs needed according to the paper, and counting the twenty minutes of travel on the way, it took just under an hour.
"We need to be faster on the way back," Xiao Feng said with a serious expression.
Although Sun Shijie said two hours, it was clear they couldn't really rely on that ti.
In short, the sooner the better!
However, when they locked the door and were about to go up, Xiao Feng was taken aback.
"Brother Feng, why is there such a large stone here?" soone asked in puzzlent.
They found the staircase leading to the exit blocked by a huge stone, clearly placed by soone and not sothing that could have fallen from above.
At this mont, Sun Zhong's voice reached them intermittently, almost word by word, "Is... my... young... master... already... dead?"
Xiao Feng felt a flash of anger, wanting to question the old man if he was out of his mind.
But thinking from another perspective, carrying the key alone to take sothing, it's not entirely unreasonable for the other side to have such suspicions.
After all, with such a large fortune on display, even Hui Yi and these monks were shaken, let alone ordinary people who valued wealth highly.
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