The rise of heroes begins with Hong Kong movies

Where did the legends in the world come from?

That’s how it came about!

Usually, something shocking happens.

The news will spread, and these rumors will pass through the mouths and ears of countless people, and with their own additions, they will become more and more incredible, and eventually evolve into legends.

But the problem now is that what happened a few hours ago does not need to be elaborated at all. It is incredible enough in itself.

This mahjong parlor is just a corner of the world.

But what happens in this small mahjong parlor is also a microcosm of the vast world, and it also happens in other streets and alleys.

Just like a splash-ink painting.

With the Handong Jianghu as the core, it swept the entire Yanguo Jianghu with great force, vigor and momentum.

This explosive emotion spreads frighteningly fast, setting a new record

……

……

The next day, in the morning.

North-west region. farm.

Among several ordinary houses, there was a majestic man who was as tall and strong as a bear.

He wore an apron around his waist and was making noodles for himself, looking very attentive.

Oily noodles, this is his favorite.

The majestic man was born with a strong back and strong waist, but his appearance was extremely simple, too simple, even a bit simple and dull.

Anyone who sees it will feel that this is someone who can be bullied.

Why?

If your IQ is not enough, even a reckless man can be fooled by him if you use your brain a little bit.

The man’s name is

Long Dinghai!

The northwest king now looks like an honest farmer.

This is indeed the case.

He was born a farmer, and his ancestors have been farmers for three generations.

Therefore, he does not reject this identity at all. Not only do others say that he is not angry, but he also thinks so deep down.

Even now, he is already a well-known king of the northwest, his identity is completely cleared, he is doing regular business, and he is a large taxpayer in the entire region, with countless people relying on him for food.

Long Dinghai's favorite thing is still farming.

He bought this courtyard for himself. There is not a lot of land, only 8 acres. He usually grows his own food.

In addition to the fields, there is also a vegetable garden.

Of course, the weather in the northwest is so dry and there is so little rain. Planting in the open air is definitely not good. Cabbages, cucumbers, garlic sprouts, spinach, etc. are all grown in greenhouses.

What is used is also spraying like watering.

This greenhouse is not an ordinary greenhouse covered with plastic, but a high-tech greenhouse built with a lot of money, which can adjust the temperature inside the greenhouse.

To put it bluntly, the money spent on the greenhouse can be sold for dozens of times.

But Long Dinghai was happy.

Money can't buy you, I'm happy, that's fine.

Hong Wanxiang and Long Dinghai had a life-and-death feud. Long Dinghai's adopted son died at the hands of Hong Wanxiang, and his business was also suppressed by Hong Wanxiang.

He is dead now, which is definitely a good thing for their mountain.

Just when Long Dinghai was concentrating on pouring noodles for his next bowl, his close confidant and adopted son Long Chuba happily rushed into the kitchen and told him the news.

"Dad, Hong Wanxiang is dead! Hong Wanxiang is hanging!!"

"Huo Wenyao did it!"

Long Dinghai was holding a pair of long bamboo chopsticks in his right hand, about thirty centimeters long, and was slowly stirring the noodles in the pot.

The water was almost boiling.

After hearing the news, the hand holding the bamboo chopsticks froze slightly. Next.

Long Chuba's face was full of excitement and he quickly told the story. However, Long Dinghai's reaction poured cold water on his head.

"Oh, got it."

It was as if he heard a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

Long Dinghai responded dully, his expression did not change at all, and he continued to stir the noodles with his bamboo chopsticks.

Long Chuba was full of excitement, but it disappeared in an instant..

No.

It even turned into depression!

It was obviously a very happy thing, why did it become like this?

Long Chuba scratched his head and said gloomily:"Then... Dad, I went to practice martial arts and study."

"Um."

Long Dinghai responded.

Long Chuba turned around and was about to leave, but just after taking two steps, he was stopped by Long Dinghai.

Long Dinghai asked:"Chuba, is the news confirmed?"

Long Chuba instantly regained his energy, nodded and said:"OK! Sure!"

Following that,

Long Chuba's face turned vicious, and he gritted his teeth and said,"Your mother, Hong Wanxiang, is the thief! I still remember what it was like when Fifth Brother died. That bastard should have died long ago!"

Long Dinghai didn't answer, and the hand that was stirring the noodles stopped again.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

For a moment,

Long Dinghai nodded slightly, his expression unwavering, and said:"Mr. Huo, this is amazing."

"If we have a chance to meet in the future, and Mr. Huo is willing to reward me, then I, Long Dinghai, would like to treat Mr. Huo to a bowl of my fried noodles, which will definitely satisfy Mr. Huo."

Long Chuba's eyes shone, and he nodded like a chicken pecking rice:"There is a chance, there is a chance, there is definitely a chance!"

"We should also leave Yangguan in the east and go south!"

What he said was the Long family's future development plan. Now the opportunities in the south are really too great. They are completely at the forefront of the times. Even the eastern coast cannot compare with them.

Long Dinghai didn't answer. He waved his bamboo chopsticks and signaled Long Chuba to leave.

Long Chuba felt frustrated, nodded, turned and left.

Before he could take two steps, he heard Long Dinghai call him again:"Chuba."

Long Chuba's mind became active again, thinking that Long Dinghai was going to discuss something big with him, so he asked expectantly:"Dad, what's the matter?"

"remember."

Long Dinghai waved his bamboo chopsticks and continued to stir the pot of noodles with concentration. He said slowly:"The noodles must be dried under the moon to be delicious. They are strong enough and will not be cooked no matter how hard they are cooked."

Long Chuba:"？？？"

What the hell?

Such a big thing happened, and dad gave such a solemn warning, and this is the result?

How funny!

Long Chuba felt a little confused, scratched his head, turned and left.

This time, Long Dinghai didn't stop him again.

When he reached the door of the house, Long Chuba was still confused and didn't know what his father meant. He turned to look at Long Dinghai's majestic and focused back.

He was suddenly startled and shivered inexplicably. A poem he had read recently came to his mind:

There is a tiger in my heart, and I smell the roses carefully!