Just after noon, on the Fang Mansion on Pearl Street in Jinling City, more than 50 people and horses were in a martial arts arena. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The spring sun shines on the body, and the warm people sweat a lot on their backs.

"Drink...... Ha ......", these people lined up in five teams, sweating and sweating like rain.

"Cultivators, you can only practice your exercises after you have activated your muscles, bones, flesh and blood at this time. "The head of the sect standing in front of everyone is Mingyun.

After the Seventh Prince left that day, Fang Haoze used another communication technique to call him back from Yanzhou, and it has been two days now.

As for the people of Tengyun Village who were still on Zhou Zhi Mountain, they were naturally handed over to the Seven Princes by Mingyun.

Tengyun Village robbed the house, and also operated the business road, those people were basically involved in bloody cases, and after Mingyun selected a group of elites from the original cottage, they were abandoned at will.

"The fist technique you are practicing now is called the Four Directions, and with the cultivation method, you can go straight to the third order. Everyone must work hard and work hard to lay the foundation. Mingyun gave an order and left from the martial arts arena.

He now spends half an hour at noon every day to guide these Fangfu warriors, according to Fang Haoze's plan, these warriors enter the Tao with fists and practice some stick techniques.

After all, Fang Haoze is determined to make contributions in the future, and he does not need to establish a foundation in the rivers and lakes, it is enough to have a group of people under him to protect him.

And explain that Yun walked all the way to a long corridor, crossed the arch, and came to the main house where Fang Haoze lived. Only then did I enter the courtyard, and the glass on the ground reflected a bright color after the sun, shaking the bright clouds.

In the light of the magnificence, a figure was sitting under the delicate flower stand in the small courtyard, holding a book in his hand, looking at it with relish.

This person is Fang Haoze, although he is only wearing home clothes at this time, he can't hide his demeanor. The aura of incomparable confidence in the Overworld leaks out very naturally, and it is always impressive.

Mingyun stepped forward and whispered, "Divine Son, I have finished teaching today's Fangfu Warrior Class. Look at the progress, there will be another month, and you can teach the cultivation method. ”

For Mingyun, teaching samurai is only a part-time job. The most important thing in his heart is to serve the Flying Immortal Pavilion Divine Son. He tried to make sure that he was by the side of the Son of God for as long as possible, so that he could easily accept orders.

"Since ancient times, the law has not been passed down lightly, and our group of people needs to be carefully investigated, and you can call the shots. Fang Haoze replied while flipping through the book.

"Now Fangfuzhong's career is on the right track, and the future foundation is promising. Cultivating your subordinates now is the right to prepare, not the main business, and you must also know in your heart. Fang Haoze continued without raising his head.

"What the Son of God said is reasonable, you are now ready to borrow from the Seventh Prince, and he doesn't like the forces of the rivers and lakes, so his subordinates are naturally measured. Mingyun couldn't help but nod and said.

While the two were talking, there was a sudden "bang" knock on the door from the small courtyard outside.

"Who is actually making noise in our mansion?" Mingyun frowned, and said dishappily. On the other side, naturally, a porter heard a knock on the door and opened the side door.

After a while, the gatekeeper on the Fang Mansion walked quickly to his master. looked at Fang Haoze with a face: "Childe, the person knocking on the door outside is a neighbor of the martial arts hall under the name of the upper mansion on Pearl Street, and the reason why he is so eager is because our family's martial arts hall is out of water." ”

Mingyun heard the words of his subordinates, and a smile appeared on his face, but he didn't speak, just looked at the housekeeper beside him with his eyes.

"Oh, it's so dignified, why did you suddenly go out of the water, how is the fire now?" Mingyun got Fang Haoze's signal and took the initiative to take over the conversation.

The man said that the fire was raging and that it needed manpower. If we don't put out the fire in time, I'm afraid that the neighbors will be affected. The porter replied respectfully.

"Then let the samurai go to put out the fire, raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a while, Mingyun, you take the samurai with you. As soon as possible, be sure not to disturb your neighbors. Fang Haoze put down the book in his hand and said.

In this day and age, fires can be a dangerous thing. Because there is no good way to put out fires, once a fire breaks out, it is often a company camp, so Fang Haoze decisively gave an order.

"Childe, this fire is coming strangely, do I leave a few forces behind?" Mingyun asked hesitantly. At this time, the porter was by his side, and he couldn't call Fang Haoze a god son.

Indeed, since Fang Haoze and the governor of the state government recognized each other, this neighborhood has already known the power of the Fang Mansion, and there is a big martial arts hall, but there are only old and young servants in the family.

At this time, this inexplicable fire really needs his samurai to put out the fire.

But in the eyes of outsiders, once the warriors are gone, there will only be a small young master left in the Fang Mansion. It was also the time when the defense was empty, and he was a little uneasy in Mingyun's cognition.

"I know in my heart that it's important for you to lead someone to put out the fire. Fang Haoze said with a faint smile on his face, his eyebrows were full of confidence in mastering things.

Now, he is no longer a novice who has just been reincarnated in the world of great faith. Since killing Ganlu and cracking the divine seal of the Taiqing Palace, Fang Haoze has been promoted to the fourth order and stood at the peak of the Daxin world, so he doesn't have to be afraid of anyone anymore.

If it weren't for the fact that it was too troublesome to be the emperor and an ancestor, Fang Haoze might not be able to build a top-notch organization with his own strength.

It's just that he came to the Daxin World and has decided to only collect beliefs in the Imperial Dynasty, and the organization that he really wants to establish for the Lord World Zhang family is still in the legendary Shinto, so he has kept a low profile.

For this sudden fire, Fang Haoze already had a little guess in his heart, it had been a few days since he killed Tengyun Village Ganlu, and he had also cracked the Taiqing Palace Divine Seal behind him, if the Taiqing Palace had not reacted, it would be really strange.

"Then since the son ordered, I will take everyone there. Mingyun nodded, and glanced at the concierge again: "You go outside and tell the knocker, let's go over to put out the fire." ”

The porter nodded naturally and went all the way out the door. Subsequently, Mingyun also bid farewell to Fang Haoze and went to call the warriors in Fang's mansion not to mention it.

For a while, in this small courtyard, only Fang Haoze was left.

The warm sun is dazzling, the breeze is gentle, and on this small flower stand, the vines surround the shelf, which is interesting and a quiet scene.

It didn't take long for this calm, and suddenly Fang Haoze's face turned gloomy and he slowly stood up from his seat.

"When the wicked guest comes to the door, he will use the ghost trick to set a fire and bring harm to the innocent. Even if the samurai in my family were transferred away at this time, they still had to hide their heads and show their tails, which was really a joke. You are too Qing Palace, do you still have the face of the Three Holy Mountains?"

As soon as these words came out, a cold wind blew from somewhere in the warm noon courtyard. There was still gray-black smoke in the cold wind, and the bright courtyard changed its atmosphere in an instant.

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