Asked for leave from school, riding Xiaolu, on the way to Lintangling, Su Mu was a little silent, and there was a young man behind him, who was the one in charge of the lion's head among the two people who danced the lion on the villa wall before.

"Brother Su, our errand this time is not easy to do!" Temporary worker Song Xiaoyu said with a bitter face.

Su Mu said lightly: "The sky is falling, there is a tall man on top, don't be afraid." ”

"Brother Su, will you save me then?"

"I'll leave you behind to deter them, and then I'll go back to the Fisherman's Pavilion for help and come back to rescue you!"

“……”

"Brother Su, I want to get out of the car!"

"Are you sure?"

"Forget it......"

chatted with Xiao Song in the back, and he was a little uncertain.

After all, it is a place where there have been countless amazing masters, this time I went to make it clear that I wanted to break the face with those families, although I practiced with Bai Keqi for a month, but with my own small body, the triple building may be able to resist a resistance, and the master of the quadruple building who has practiced internal qi can teach himself to be a man in minutes.

Although it has not been practiced.

Thinking of this, Su Mu couldn't help but sigh, it is really difficult to set off a storm when you Lan organizes this behemoth to suppress the rivers and lakes, and it is difficult to find someone to feed him, let alone fight for life and death.

This is also the reason why the older generation of Jianghu people feel that one generation is not as good as the next.

……

Lintangling is not very far from Yuntan City, you can get there in about an hour by car, and it takes nearly three hours to ride an electric car.

By this time, it was almost noon.

It is also a branch of the Yuntan Mountain Range.

Looking at the side of the ridge into a peak, the mountain here is not high, nor majestic, about 500 meters high, it may be more appropriate to say that it is a hill, surrounded by vegetation, dense pine forest, a stream meanders down from the mountain, joins a large river, flows to a small town not far away.

There are also patches of rice paddies around, golden with cyan mixed colors, which is very gratifying.

Su Mu came to an old house like a courtyard, covering an area of 1,000 square meters, the high courtyard wall covered the pavilions and pavilions inside, but a sycamore tree exposed half of its body, and the withered yellow leaves fell outside.

"Brother Su, why don't you ...... Let's go to the Divine Fist Hall first? Song Xiaoyu whispered.

Su Mu groaned.

How much incense is left between the Divine Fist Hall and Wei Zizhou?

As soon as you enter the fisherman's pavilion, it is as deep as the sea, and from then on the sect is a passerby, and the two sides are maintained on the bright side, and they are each other's backers, but in fact, they are not flying separately when the disaster is coming?

Wei Zizhou's master in the Shenquan Hall died ten years ago, the cause of death is unknown, the statement given by the Shenquan Hall is that he is old and strong in boxing, and his qi and blood are retrograde, but there are rumors that the position of the master of the Shenquan Hall should have been his master, but now he has become his uncle, which is a bit intriguing.

When you listen to this heart-wrenching rumor, how can there be no mustard in your heart!

Although Wei Zizhou is a bit of a scoundrel, if he is just relying on his blood, how can he be in charge of the commissioner position of the family sect, and he has maintained the Shenquan Hall on the surface over the years, but in fact, from the cultivation of young talents and the establishment of the Lintangling Management Association, all of them are hollowing out the foundation of the Shenquan Hall.

"I hope I'm thinking too much......" Su Mu muttered in a low voice.

Song Xiaoyu looked at Su Mu with a puzzled expression.

Su Mu said: "Then let's go to the Divine Fist Hall first, and then go to the Management Association to have a look!" ”

Song Xiaoyu nodded hurriedly.

After they retreated, the spies hiding near the house showed their heads and reported the appearance and behavior of the two of them.

Liu Zhengxing, the head of the Liu family, looked at the message sent by the spies on his mobile phone, and his face sank like water.

"When I arrived at Liu's house, I couldn't enter the door, and went straight to the direction of the Divine Fist Hall......"

He turned his head to the person on the side and said, "Go and call Yanagawa Hall and ask!" ”

The man next to him said yes and ran to make a phone call.

After a long time, he came back again and looked at Liu Zhengxing, his face was a little heavy.

"The second prince said that the Fisherman's Pavilion did not give any instructions, but Wei Zizhou didn't seem to be satisfied with the results before!"

The head of the Liu family turned even darker, and said, "Inform the Tang family and the Long family, and let them arrange for the people in the fisherman's pavilion to blow the wind." ”

"Understood."

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The Divine Fist Hall is not inferior in strength to any family in Lintangling, but the address of the sect is shabby and makes people want to shed tears.

As far as the eye can see, it is a dilapidated martial arts building, the entrance hall is open outward, the stones paving the road in the courtyard are broken, and a few pines and cypresses are growing vigorously.

The martial arts training ground behind the courtyard came with the sound of shouting and boxing, this god boxing hall does not live up to this name, the teacher inherited Shaolin Changquan, opened a sect in Jiangbei, and produced many talents, the last hall master was famous in Jiangbei with a cannon hammer kung fu, and had the strength of the nine-story building at the peak, but the fist was afraid of the young people, and the foreign kung fu could not escape this way, and in his later years, he was defeated by the three punches of the descendants of the strength of a seven-story building, and he was extremely humiliated, and vomited blood and died three days later.

I don't know where the future comes from, after defeating the old hall master, it is like evaporating in the rivers and lakes, and the disciples have learned divine skills but have no way to take revenge, so they have to be empty and sad in their hearts.

And the personal disciple of the hall master is Wei Zizhou's master, and his top boss is also the disciple of that person.

The disciple in charge of guarding the gate saw the two of them, was slightly stunned, and then recognized Su Mu.

"Your Excellency visited three days ago, why did you come again today?"

Although he spoke politely, his tone was a little unkind, which may also be related to Su Mu's handling at that time.

Su Mu sighed secretly in his heart, this job is really not easy to do.

He opened his mouth and said: "Thanks to the Divine Fist Hall for remembering me, the way I handled it a few days ago may have been lacking, and I came here today to confess to your sect!" ”

The gatekeeper looked at this person suspiciously, a few days ago, this person's attitude was completely different from now, it was called an arrogant and arrogant person with the score of the Fisherman's Pavilion, but now he lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eyes.

His heart was secretly refreshed, and his mouth was also relaxed, and he said: "The Fisherman's Pavilion will deal with it impartially, we will respect your handling opinions, there is no need to mention this matter, why did the two of you come here today?" ”

"Commissioner Wei is dissatisfied with our handling method last time, and thinks that the punishment of your sect is biased, we are here this time to compensate your sect, and on the other hand, we also need to deal with the disciples of the family more seriously, and this matter still needs to rely on the assistance of your sect."

The gatekeeper pondered for a moment and said, "Let me report to the hall master, and the two of you will sit inside." ”

Su Mu and Song Xiaoyu entered the gate of the Divine Fist Hall.

Speaking of which, although I had contact with all the forces last time, it was not a big matter after all, it was just a big fuss from the junior disciples, and it did not involve the elders of the sect.

He is just an ordinary employee who has been regularized for less than a month, but he has to take a temporary worker to do such a big thing involving the three forces, and I don't know what Wei Zizhou thinks.

Su Mu sat on the wooden chair, his fingers rubbing the rough wood grain, thinking.

At this time, an untimely mocking voice came.

"The Fisherman's Pavilion is changing like this, it is all a group of wine bags and rice bags that do not distinguish between right and wrong, and it is claimed that it has been inherited for thousands of years, and it has only inherited such a ridiculous character, which is really speechless!"