Yin Ping immediately turned his head to look, and when he saw Chen Jiarong, he also showed a warm smile, and immediately walked up.

"Hehe, Young Master Jiarong, I haven't seen you for a long time." Yin Ping hugged his fists.

"What, you're here to see my master again?" Chen Jiarong said.

Yin Ping showed a slightly embarrassed expression and said with a smile: "Hehe, I'm ashamed to say it, the last time I went to Fanhuamen, I was deeply selected by Ling Lao, and I made a big breakthrough in mysticism, but I didn't see Ling Lao in the door a few times later." ”

Hearing this, Chen Jiarong smiled: "Master is too busy on weekdays, but you came here today by coincidence, the master is meditating on the top of the mountain, and he will return to the door at sunset." ”

"Huh? It's true? That's great, Young Master Jiarong, I really don't know how to thank you, the last time I saw Ling Lao, it was also with your help, you are really my nobleman. ”

Chen Jiarong waved his hand and smiled: "They are all martial arts people, why be so polite, you have come from the mainland so many times, you have a heart, you can help." ”

In fact, Yin Ping had come to Fanhuamen at least five or six times, except for the second time, when Chen Jiarong helped bring him in, he never had a chance to see Ling Chongjue again.

In the metaphysics world, Ling Chongjue almost belongs to the first position in southern China, and the development of metaphysics is mainly in the south, so Yin Ping can be regarded as sincerely seeking advice.

It's just that he is the strongest hunter in the Red Fire Regiment, but when he arrives at Fanhuamen, no one buys his account, Ling Chongjue is busy refining the formation on weekdays, and the disciples in the sect also ignore him, and when he comes to Fanhuamen again and again, it can be said that Yin Ping has also suffered from cold eyes.

However, Rao was like this, he still insisted on coming, hoping to see Ling Chong's side, you must know that for a mysticist, it is a great honor to be able to meet this master of the occult world.

So hearing Chen Jiarong say this, Yin Ping was moved in his heart, and he said gratefully: "Young Master Jiarong, I'm ...... I really don't know how to express my gratitude, so that as long as you encounter any problems in the mainland, I, Yin Ping, will do my best to help! ”

Chen Jiarong nodded when he heard this: "Hehe, Mr. Yin is polite, by the way, I remember that you are ...... A hunting group? ”

"Yes, our Red Fire Regiment still has some reputation in the hunting world, if Young Master Jiarong needs a beast soul, I, Yin Ping, will never refuse." Yin Pingdao.

Chen Jiarong laughed: "Hahaha, it's serious, I will naturally buy anything I need at the same price, how can I take advantage of others." ”

"That's natural, with the strength and financial resources of the Flower Sect, what is the beast soul, just the occult methods of the disciples of the Flower Sect are already priceless!"

Hearing Yin Ping's words, Chen Jiarong felt a pride in his heart, and he had to say that Yin Ping's ability to speak was really not inferior to anyone, and he coaxed Chen Jiarong to be happy in a few words.

Chen Jiarong smiled: "Hehe, Mr. Yin is too good at talking, so let's stop waiting here, how about going to my studio for a cup of tea?" It just so happens that I have something to find Master, so I'll take you there in a moment. ”

"Huh? That ......, hehe, then I might as well be respectful. ”

The two walked into Chen Jiarong's room, Yin Ping looked left and right, and couldn't help but be envious, saying that although the Red Fire Regiment was also very financially strong, compared to Chen Jiarong's room, his room was inferior.

The decoration in the office is extremely elegant, mahogany tables and chairs, screens and beds, the wood is a precious material at a glance, and the most expensive thing in Yin Ping's room is some gold and silver carvings, which is too vulgar in comparison.

Chen Jiarong then called someone to serve a pot of tea, the two could talk very happily, Chen Jiarong was panicked, chatting with people at this time was naturally in a much better mood, plus Yin Ping was very good at talking, almost all of them were holding and talking, and the two chatted for nearly an hour unconsciously.

"Hehe, in this way, Mr. Yin is also young and promising, this Red Fire Regiment is also the number one hunting group in Huaxia, it is not easy for you to support the entire hunting group at your age." Chen Jiarong said.

"Brother Jiarong praised it falsely, they all make a living in the rivers and lakes, not to mention any achievements, the real achievements have to be said to be achievements in martial arts or occult arts, which is a world of difference between me and Brother Jiarong." Yin Ping said.

Chen Jiarong waved his hand: "Eh, that's not right, my strength just relies on the teachings of my teacher, and Deputy Head Yin relies on myself, now you and I are friends, and you are welcome to come to Fanhuamen often in the future." ”

"Really? That's great, haha, Brother Jiarong, how can I, Yin Ping, be a friend, and the big disciples of Fanhuamen. Yin Ping said with a smile.

"Friends have made friends all over the world, Deputy Head Yin doesn't have to be polite," as he spoke, Chen Jiarong looked at the time and said, "The family master should also come back, so let's do it, Deputy Head Yin, I have something important to report to the master, I will take you to the door master's study in a while, and you wait outside for a while." ”

"It should be, it should be, Brother Jiarong is all serious, I'm just talking to Ling Lao about the mysteries, I'm not busy, I'm not busy."

The two walked out of the study, and Chen Jiarong took Yin Ping to the door of another attic in the villa, knocked twice, and heard a low but confident voice from inside.

"Come in."

Hearing the sound, Yin Ping naturally heard the voice of Ling Chongjue, the master of the Fanhua Sect, and immediately became solemn, stood up straight, and tidied up his collar.

Chen Jiarong turned his head and gestured to Yin Ping a few times, meaning to let him wait for a while, after all, Chen Jiarong had to report important things first, Yin Ping nodded hurriedly, and motioned for Chen Jiarong to go in first.

Pushing the door in, Chen Jiarong did not forget to close the door.

The book atmosphere in the study is very strong, the mahogany tables, chairs and bookcases and even sofas and coffee tables are made of mahogany, and it is a fine Hainan yellow rosewood, if it is about the price, I am afraid that each will not be less than one million.

Looking at the homes of the rich and powerful, I am afraid that there are few such decorations, luxurious and low-key, expensive and unassuming.

The last time Yin Ping saw Ling Chongjue was in the living room of Fanhuamen, he didn't see Ling Chongjue's study, he previously thought that Chen Jiarong's office was already very luxurious, if he saw it again, I am afraid that he would immediately think that the Red Fire Regiment was a poor force.

Although Chen Jiarong has a good status in Fanhuamen on weekdays, and he is a great disciple of Ling Chong, he still respects his master very much, and in front of his master, he pays great attention to his behavior and even etiquette.

He clenched his fists and said, "Master, Jiarong has something to report to you." ”

In front of the mahogany table, a septuagenarian sat on the Taishi chair, holding two cloisonné iron balls in his hands, which seemed to be a little less tacky and more elegant than those who kneaded walnuts.

The old man was strong, he looked very different from his age, his hair was almost white, scattered on his shoulders, but he was very neatly combed, although his face was full of vicissitudes, his face was full of red light, his complexion was excellent, and his eyes were not angry and arrogant, and even the spiritual head was incomparable to that of a young man in his twenties and thirties.

The old man is none other than Ling Chongjue, the master of the Fanhua Sect, and he is also the master of Chen Jiarong and Long Aoxue.

In the past few years, although Fanhuamen has always been known as the number one force in southern China, Ling Chongjue himself has not made any moves.

Since his strength reached a high level, Ling Chongjue paid more attention to self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and did not advocate fighting fiercely, but also asked his disciples to minimize friction with the outside world and focus more on their own cultivation and subordinate enterprises.

Therefore, for the outside world, Ling Chong is just a sign, but no one has heard of his shot, and some people even suspect that Ling Chongjue has already retired from the rivers and lakes, and now the real manager of Fanhuamen is Chen Yongquan, of course, Ling Chongjue doesn't care about these at all.

Hearing Chen Jiarong's voice, Ling Chongjue opened his eyes slightly, a pair of tiger eyes with endless majesty, but his eyes were soft and kind, which was also the embodiment of mind cultivation.

"Jiarong, are you back? Didn't you go to Miaojiang to find Aoxue? As Ling Chong spoke, his lips seemed to open slightly, but his words were very clear, and he was very confident, sounding very shocking.

"Master, I'm ...... Hey," said Chen Jiarong, kneeling directly in front of Ling Chongjue, "I've embarrassed you." ”

Hearing this, Ling Chongjue's eyes widened slightly, obviously a little surprised by Chen Jiarong's actions.

Chen Jiarong is quite mature and stable in Fanhuamen on weekdays, although he also has his own temper and character, but after all, he is a young man, and Ling Chongjue also understands it very well, so he has never seen Chen Jiarong suddenly kneel in front of him.

"Jiarong, get up and speak, you are the eldest disciple of Fanhuamen, what is this?" Ling Chong said.

Chen Jiarong shook his head vigorously, with tears in his eyes: "Master, the apprentice has no face, go to Miaojiang this time...... I have lost the face of the flower gate, please master punish me. ”

Ling Chongjue frowned slightly: "Huh? What the hell is going on, you can hear it. ”

Chen Jiarong took a deep breath: "This time in Miaojiang, the apprentice is in charge of a film and television project under the door, and there is also a partner in this project, which is Fengbei's Lin Film Company, and the disciple is in line with the interests of the door, but I didn't expect it...... Lin Zichen, the chairman of Lin's Pictures, actually coveted Aoxue's beauty and had bad intentions. ”

Ling Chong raised his head, thoughtful, his expression was like water, but Chen Jiarong still saw a trace of displeasure in his master's expression, and he hurriedly said: "The disciple stopped and warned that Lin Zichen, but Lin Zichen not only listened, but also hit me!" ”

"Oh? Jiarong, your strength has reached the peak of Nayuan, right? He's just a businessman, so how can he be your opponent? Ling Chongjue asked.

Chen Jiarong bit his lip and thought for a while, and said, "Master, have you ever heard of Master Lin?" This Chairman Lin is the first person on the Huaxia Tianwu List, Lin Ye! ”

Lin ...... Lin Ye? Ling Chongjue's eyes widened, and his face was surprised, the first person on the Tianwu List...... To say that he is an ordinary person who has never heard of it, but as the first person in the southern mysticism, how could he not have heard of this Lin Ye?

"Master, have you heard of Master Lin?"

Ling Chong never paid attention to Chen Jiarong's words, but fell into a brief contemplation.

For a moment, Ling Chongjue looked at his disciple and shook his head slightly: "Jiarong, this matter is ...... You didn't tell the truth in front of the teacher, did you? ”

Hearing Master's words, Chen Jiarong was stunned, obviously empty-hearted.