Fu Fengyu chattered all the way, and it wasn't until he got on the train that he turned his attention to the two female college students sitting next to him, making them laugh wittily, but the two girls swept their eyes from Zhao Feikong's cold and pale face from time to time, obviously full of interest.

The laughter in the carriage and the shouting of the flight attendant seemed to have nothing to do with Zhao Feikong at this moment. He looked at the scenery passing by the window, his hands habitually kept calculating, and his mouth also cooperated with silent recitation.

Fu Fengyu inadvertently noticed his move, so he just glanced at it curiously, but he didn't really care. Zhao Feikong stopped abruptly because of this, pretending to be extremely natural, and joined their conversation.

Before getting on the bus, Fu Fengyu had already introduced the general situation of the current warlock world, and now there are five warlock factions with relatively complete inheritance and strong strength, collectively referred to as two factions and three families.

The two factions are: the Tongxu School, which is proficient in the Five Elements of Yin and Yang, located in Fuyun Temple, Qiyun Mountain, Anhui Province, and the other faction, which is mainly composed of women and has no marriage or fertility for life, and studies witchcraft in Xiangxi. There are three families: Taishan Shi dares to be a descendant and is good at guarding against ghosts and demons, Maoshan Lin family, which is famous for chasing corpses, and of course, there is also the Northeast Fu family who invites immortals and solves disasters and diseases.

But Zhao Feikong heard that because the Fu family often invited immortals to come up, most of them were sick from the beginning of middle age, and it was difficult to die well. Zhao Feikong looked at Fu Fengyu's eloquent appearance, and suddenly began to wonder, how would a person like him face this fate?

The association in his mouth, the full name of which is the "Folk Culture Management Association", is an official organization dedicated to dealing with strange events and assisting in the management of various warlock sects.

In order to balance the forces of all parties, a total of five people are appointed for each vice president, and one person is selected from within the two factions and three schools. There is only one president, and he cannot be from two factions or three families, but he also has the prestige to convince the public, so there are only a handful of candidates, so there are often vacancies.

The current president, Chen Jie, is a strange person who is said to be over 150 years old. Chen Jie's legendary deeds, before Fu Fengyu could say it, he was distracted by the girls in the car.

However, it also aroused Zhao Feikong's huge curiosity.

When I got off the train, there were already people waiting at the exit of the station. The man was about fifty years old, with a smile on his face, and although he was mediocre in appearance, he had an easy-going demeanor. Fu Fengyu seemed to be extremely familiar with this person, and greeted him with a smile: "How dare you drive Director Song to pick it up in person." ”

"You kid, you know how to joke. Then the man turned his gaze to Zhao Feikong, "This is Mr. Zhao's senior apprentice." Hello, I am the office director of the association, my name is Song Ping. ”

Song Ping stretched out his hand to Zhao Feikong, Zhao Feikong stepped forward to hold it flattered, and introduced himself: "Hello Director Song, my name is Zhao Feikong." ”

Song Ping squinted his eyes and smiled: "Don't be so polite, just call me Uncle Song." Okay, stop standing, get in the car. He gestured to the black sedan behind him.

There was a driver in the car, Song Ping naturally sat in the co-pilot, and Fu Fengyu pulled Zhao Feikong into the back seat with a big grin. Zhao Feikong's slight discomfort at the beginning gradually disappeared as Song Ping talked and laughed properly along the way. Then he couldn't help but secretly complain to himself, how could he behave so pettily, it was really a shame for the master.

Zhao Feikong imagined that the association should be in the kind of rigid but imposing unit office building, but when they arrived at their destination, they saw a stylish three-story building on the outskirts of the city, half-hidden among the tall trees around it. Only the bronze plaque with "Folk Culture Management Association" written on the right side of the door gives this building a bit of solemnity.

He was just about to walk in, when suddenly a fat man with a beer belly walked out quickly from the corner, if it wasn't for Zhao Feikong standing up in time, the two almost bumped into each other. The beer belly raised its nostrils and looked extremely arrogant: "Director Song, where did you pick up this waste? Our association is not as good as before, and we can't raise so many idle people!"

The beer belly bit the "idle people" very hard, and at the same time glanced at Fu Fengyu with slanted eyes. Before Zhao Feikong and Fu Fengyu had an attack, Song Ping immediately stepped forward, separated a few people, and said politely to the beer belly: "This is a guest invited by President Chen, President Chen is still waiting, so we will go in first." ”

The beer belly snorted disdainfully from his nose and turned to leave.

Fu Fengyu's face changed, if it wasn't for Song Ping pulling it, it is estimated that the fist would have been hammered into the man's face. He angrily shouted at the back: "But I picked up the cheap, and I became the vice president by the light of my crippled father, what are you pretending to be you!"

Zhao Feikong thought that if the beer belly came back to find trouble at this time, he would definitely not be soft. But the strange thing is that the beer belly didn't seem to hear it this time, and he didn't look back under Fu Fengyu's provocation, and walked away with his stomach trembling step by step.

Zhao Feikong couldn't help but casually asked, "Who is that?"

"Lin Liqiang, the eldest son of the Maoshan Lin family, was obsessed with refining corpses, and finally became half-paralyzed. He just reluctantly relied on the little family background handed down by the Lin family ancestor to become the vice president, what is there to be so angry!" Fu Fengyu became more and more angry the more he said.

Song Ping shook his head helplessly, and said to Zhao Feikong: "See you, let's not waste time, let's go up to see the president." ”

Zhao Feikong suddenly felt a little nervous, it is said that he had also seen this Uncle Chen before, that is, Chen Jie, the chairman of Song Ping's mouth, but he still couldn't overlap the two titles.

Song Ping led them all the way to the innermost room on the third floor. The door didn't close. Uncle Chen, also known as Chen Jie, was standing by the window and looking out at this time. He heard someone coming in, turned to look at Zhao Feikong as if probing for a while, and then nodded and motioned for him to sit down.

Seeing this, Song Ping patted Fu Fengyu on the back and took him away, until he walked far away, he could still hear Fu Fengyu complaining loudly about why he didn't let him stay. Zhao Feikong could only smile helplessly at Chen Jie and said, "Uncle Chen, what do you want to tell me?"

Chen Jie seemed to be a little older than the last time Zhao Feikong saw him, but he was still in good spirits, he walked over and sat next to Zhao Feikong, talking like a kind but stern ordinary elder.

"Feikong, you also saw my message, then I have something to say. Recently, many reclusive Xuanmen magicians, including your master, have had accidents at the same time, and the situation is extremely similar. However, there was no movement in the two factions and three families, which is very strange.

"Although the association has not found more clues now, it is certain from all signs that the matter is far from that simple, and I believe that there will be follow-up actions in this matter.

"Your master's ability, I know, as his apprentice, you naturally have something extraordinary. Moreover, the association also needs a new force like you at the moment. So, I suggest you join the association. Because with the identity of the association, it is not only convenient for you to track down the murderer, but also allows you to really apply what you have learned. What do you say?"

Zhao Feikong paused, then nodded very affirmatively and said, "I am willing to stay in the association." ”

And at this time, he didn't know that it was this decision that opened the prelude to a great change in the warlock world today.