The next day, the sun was faint, Wu Qiufang rubbed his sleepy eyes, and pushed open the wooden door, and the early morning wind and fish poured in, mixed with the cold of late autumn. He has lived with Taoists for a long time, and he has also learned the habit of getting up early, even if he is still in the hall in the middle of the night watching the Dongji Gate people arguing, it does not prevent him from getting up with his groggy head to look at the Dongji Gate in the daytime.

At this time, it was three o'clock in the morning, and Qiu Fang wrapped his unpretentious old Taoist robe, and the chill receded a little. He slept in the guest room in the depths of the inner courtyard last night, which has always been the residence of the master and uncles, except for the disciples who do some chores, ordinary disciples are not allowed to enter and exit at will, so there are only a few figures in the courtyard, without exception, wearing the uniform costume of the Dongjimen people---- blue and black robes, some holding basins in their hands, some holding swords in their hands, walking quickly through it, and there is no time to look left and right.

It wasn't until the young man also walked into the courtyard that a few disciples looked sideways, and when they saw his old Taoist robe in blue and white, they all showed a look of surprise, and they were surprised why this unfamiliar face appeared in the inner courtyard of the East Pole Gate. The young man didn't know where to go, so he was clubbing in the courtyard, watching people come and go in a daze. Others looked at him suspiciously, and he looked at others suspiciously.

After a short time, a man walked straight towards the young man, who seemed to be a few years older than Qiu Fang, about twenty-one or twelve. Unlike other disciples, this person's black robe was rusted with gold threads, and his status among the disciples in the sect should be extraordinary. There was a look of vigilance in this man's eyes, and he stared intently at Qiufang, as if he was staring at some uninvited guest.

"Who are you?" The man approached Qiu Fang and asked as if he were a prisoner.

"Me? Wu Qiufang. There was some embarrassment in the young man's words, so he had to answer one by one.

"Wu Qiufang?" The man's face was particularly cold, he pondered for a while, and then said, "Who is it?" ”

"Yes, it's me." Qiu Fang's eyebrows were raised, and he said tentatively, he didn't know how to explain who Wu Qiufang was, but as soon as this statement came out, he always felt that something was wrong in his heart, like the problem was back to square one.

The man was about to blurt out again, "Who are you?" But I also felt that something was wrong, so I had to ask again helplessly, "Why are you here?" ”

"Last night, Zhou... The boss brought me here. Qiu Fang paused slightly, he wanted to say Uncle Zhou, but he felt that he should use a more respectful title, so he changed his words to the head again.

When the man heard this, he nodded suddenly and took a step back, knowing that it was the person brought back by the master, and that the identity must be trustworthy.

Thinking of this, he arched his hands, his expression calmed down, and he also let go of his previous vigilance, and said with a little respect: "Then you are also from my family?" ”

Qiu Fang tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Sort of, I am..."

Qiu Fang's words came to an abrupt halt at this point, like a paper kite that suddenly lost the traction of the wind, and suddenly fell in the air. He wanted to say that he was a disciple of his master, but he found that he only knew his master's name on weekdays, but he didn't know who his master's name was.

Seeing that Qiu Fang stopped in the middle of his words, the man's heart was also full of doubts, and he couldn't help asking: "Are you?" ”

Qiu Fang was even more flustered by this question, he couldn't think of what his master was called, the more anxious he was, the more flustered he became, and he blurted out: "I am a disciple of my master." ”

As soon as Qiu Fang's words came out, the man frowned again, and stared at Qiu Fang even more strangely for a long time, not knowing what to say, but let out a "Huh?" from his nose. ”

Just when Qiu Fang's mind was confused, a life-saving voice did come from the door of the courtyard: "Little nephew, did you sleep well last night?" ”

The owner of this voice was none other than Zhou Zong, who was followed by Lin Yun, the two of them seemed to have gotten up earlier, and they were not affected by the quarrel at night, looking energetic and radiant.

"Master, Fifth Uncle." Before Qiu Fang could speak, the man bowed slightly, clasped his hands into fists, and with a little smile on his face, he rushed to greet first.

When Zhou Zong and Lin Yun heard this, they nodded towards the man, and then turned their eyes to Qiufang again. At this moment, Qiu Fang learned to greet a man: "Uncle Zhou, Uncle Lin is early." The disciple slept well last night. ”

The man on the side turned his head in surprise and stared at Qiu Fang, as if he had met a monster, looked at Qiu Fang's side face and looked deeply, and muttered in a low voice: "Zhou... Teacher? ”

Although the man's voice was small, it also happened to make everyone present hear it clearly, which made Zhou Zong laugh heartily again, the freshness of the morning and the quietness in the inner courtyard made his laughter very penetrating, he laughed and shouted: "Fu Chao, this is your second uncle's descendant disciple, Wu Qiufang, you will live in the door for a while in the future, you have to take care of your little junior brother." ”

Although with Zhou Zong's introduction, the man named Fu Chao still seemed to be confused.

In the daily life of Dongjimen, the disciples know that there are two people, the master and the second master, but on weekdays, the masters and uncles seem to have some taboos in their hearts, and the two have always kept silent about this, and the disciples don't ask, but they have been muttering in their hearts about whether these two people are dead or alive. Today, a disciple of the second master came out of thin air, which is quite surprising.

"This is your Senior Brother Fu, my third disciple." Seeing that Fu Chao was still stunned, Zhou Zong didn't pay attention to it anymore, but just introduced it to Qiufang. After that, he let go of a position to the side, and a young girl appeared behind him, Qiu Fang looked at the twenty-eight girl, only to feel that her hibiscus was like a willow and eyebrows, and she was stupid for a while, and she actually threw Zhou Zong's introduction aside.

This Wu Qiufang has never seen a few women in his life, let alone the same age and the opposite sex who were born so beautiful, it is very normal for his eyes to be attracted to the past. However, he didn't have any other distractions in his heart, he was just stunned by the greasy face.

But Zhou Zong didn't think so, he raised his eyebrows, and sneered a little evilly: "Hey, you kid, did your old man teach you anything indecent?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present changed color, and Qiu Fang and the young woman invariably widened their eyes when they heard this, and their faces were also covered with red glow. Although the woman looked ashamed, she did not dare to refute the words of the head.

Qiu Fang also looked cramped and uneasy, he had always been stupid, and he didn't know how to defend for a while, so he just let the red clouds on his face burn non-stop.

And Fu Chao's face was also a lot worse, he actually glanced at Qiu Fang fiercely from the corner of his eyes, his lips were closed, his teeth were clenched, and a little jealousy hung on his face.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yun smiled helplessly and said, "Senior brother, Qiufang is still young, you should leave some affection in your mouth." After that, she turned her head to look at Qiu Fang again, and said softly: "Qiu Fang, this is my disciple Fu Zhi." Come to think of it, it's still your little sister. ”

Lin Yun also laughed to herself, but it made the young man feel embarrassed, and greeted the young girl hesitantly: "I've seen the little junior sister." ”

Seeing this, Fu Zhi's eyes were shining, and she hurriedly returned the gift with a shy smile, but did not answer. Only Zhou Zong interjected and said: "Qiufang, you don't know much about the world, these days, let this little girl take you around Los Angeles, and also open your eyes, see how wide the boundary of our East Pole Gate is." ”

As soon as Zhou Zong's voice fell, his hands were clenched into fists, as if he had firmly grasped this Los Angeles City in his hands.

When Wu Qiufang first came here, he didn't know all the doorways, and it was always a good thing to have multiple guides, so of course he said hello respectfully.

But Zhou Zong's face gradually became serious, he looked in the direction of the inner hall, glanced at everyone again, and said expressionlessly: "Yun'er, you take them down first, and I will explain a few more things about Qiufang." ”

When Lin Yun saw Zhou Zong's expression, he naturally knew in his heart, and immediately called the two disciples to go to the front yard. Before leaving, Fu Zhi was a little shy, suddenly turned around and smiled playfully: "Little brother, then I'll go to the front yard to wait for you first." After that, he followed closely behind Lin Yun and left without looking back.

Wu Qiufang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fu Zhi's back and replied loudly: "Okay!" ”

Although Lin Yun didn't turn around when she heard this, she could hear her laughing softly. But that Fu Chao suddenly looked back, and glanced at the young man meaningfully, compared to just now, there was a little less lunar calendar in his eyes, but there was a little more indescribable taste, and Wu Qiufang's heart was a little more strange and cold.

There was a dead silence in the inner hall, no candles were lit, only a few rays of sunlight slipped in through the cracks in the door. Zhou Zong did not sit down, but stood in the hall with his back to Qiufang, his hands in front of his chest, slightly hanging his head and thinking about something, Wu Qiufang stood on the blue-gray floor tiles, and he couldn't see the look on Zhou Zong's face.

"Don't take last night's incident to heart." Zhou Zong muttered, his tone was flat, even a little guilty.

"Uncle Shi doesn't have to worry, the disciple went down the mountain on the orders of the master." Qiu Fang replied, implying that whatever the master wanted him to do, he would do it no matter what.

Although Duan Mou's violent jump last night made Qiu Fang toss and turn at night, he had already taken the words of the Taoist as a guideline, even if he was really a bad person, he would not disobey his master's orders.

"Okay, just remember. The world is sinister, although the tree of the East Pole Gate is big, but it also attracts the wind, you are from my door, and you must act according to the rules when you go out. ”

Zhou Zong said that, he turned his head suddenly, and there was a hint of frivolity in his eyes. He also said: "You must also remember that we have rules and regulations, and you don't have to be polite if anyone provokes you." You have a restrained temperament, don't be delayed by your old man's words, don't show your spells at will, don't show your spells at will, you have to do it when it's time to make a move, and then talk about it, if something happens, your uncle will bear it for you. ”

Seeing Zhou Zong ridicule his master, although the young man had a lot of complaints in his heart, he also knew that this uncle had no malicious intentions, so he could only say vaguely: "The disciple has a sense of proportion. ”

"Measure the proportions, who accounts for ten points of you, you ask him for two inches with your backhand, although you are young, but you also have to be a man, the people of Dongjimen have backbone."

Zhou Zong paused again, paced a few steps forward, stood in front of Qiu Fang with his head down, sighed and said, "I hope this trip goes smoothly and you can return to the mountain as soon as possible." It's just that be careful, be careful. ”

At this moment, Zhou Zong, who was sometimes stubborn and sometimes mighty on weekdays, was quite like a little old man who was rambling before the junior left.

"Also, your uncles..."Zhou Zong didn't wait for Qiu Fang to answer, and said to himself again. But he was halfway through his sentence, and walked into the depths of the inner hall, standing still in front of a screen. The screen is embroidered with a pattern of the Dongjimen compound, and the people on the picture are prosperous, how magnificent.

Zhou Zong stretched out his hand and touched it, then dusted away the fine dust attached to the screen, and then said: "Your uncles are all good people, they have no ill will towards you, and if you have something to talk about, it's good if you don't hold a grudge." ”

"They are all the master's brothers and the elders of Qiufang, how dare the disciples hold grudges?" Qiu Fang hugged his fists and bowed, and said firmly.

"Okay, then you can go."

Zhou Zong waved his hand with a heavy face, and sent the young man out of the door.

The young man turned around and closed the door of the inner hall, and at this moment, there were a few more people in the courtyard cleaning the courtyard, and when they saw Wu Qiufang going out, they all cast surprised eyes. Qiu Fang didn't pay attention to them, just looked straight ahead, took a deep breath, his eyes rolled, thinking of his master and the instructions of Linxing, Junxiu's face showed a look of determination.

The sky was clear, and the sunlight wandered and fell in front of him, as if opening the whole world for him.