The front and back of the hall of the East Pole Gate are surprisingly large, and Qiu Fang went around for a long time to find the front yard, asking east and west to find a place along the way, and finally let him find the front yard.

The front yard is surrounded by white walls, the smooth walls are covered with green vines, and the plants are trimmed in an orderly manner.

There are many disciples in the courtyard, all of whom are wearing black robes without exception, perhaps disciples who have entered early, have a high status, and look a little older, and they will have a few more gold threads on their black robes, especially at the placket, which is outlined in gold wire, and there is a noble atmosphere hidden in the solemnity.

Wu Qiufang looked around, there were already two figures of a man and a woman waiting in the courtyard for a long time, the female was naturally the little junior sister Fu Zhi he had met for the first time, and the male was the senior brother Fu Chao who had a strange expression when he left.

They stood facing each other, and Fu Chao was a head taller than Fu Zhi, staring down at Fu Zhi, with top-down power and oppression in his eyes. The two seemed to be waiting for Wu Qiufang's arrival, but in fact they were arguing about something, and the unhappiness on their faces was clear.

Wu Qiufang hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to step forward. But on second thought, he should have stepped forward to stop them from arguing. Thinking of this, he had no worries, and walked forward in great strides, and while taking a step, he didn't forget to shout: "Senior Brother Fu, little junior sister, I've been bothering you to wait for a long time." ”

Fu Chao saw Qiu Fang walking briskly, his eyes were even more gloomy, and the vigilance he had seen at the first sight returned to his face.

Unlike Fu Chao, Fu Zhiqiao smiled like a flower, and her eyes were full of smiles. She glanced at Fu Chao proudly, turned her head to Wu Qiufang, and said, "Little Senior Brother's business is important, it doesn't hurt if we wait a little longer." ”

The young man was a little puzzled by the completely different expressions of this man and woman, and frowned slightly, always feeling that something was not right, but he couldn't say it.

When he walked in front of the two, Fu Chao hurriedly spoke: "Senior Brother Wu, I will lead the two of you to play in the city today." ”

When Qiu Fang heard this, he wondered in his heart, obviously Uncle Zhou asked the little junior sister to take him to enjoy the scenery of Los Angeles, why did he become the leader of Fu Chao at this moment. Although he treats people well and is deferential, and does not care about the warmth and coldness of people's faces, Fu Chao's cold eyes before and after made him feel how much he felt in his heart.

Without waiting for the young man to react, he heard Fu Zhi say categorically on the side: "The head master and the master have already said, let me take the little brother to familiarize myself with Los Angeles, what kind of mess are you here to make?" ”

Fu Zhi didn't give Fu Chao a chance to argue, and then said: "If you insist on going, then you can go, then you can go, I have to go back and say goodbye to my uncle and master, and say that Senior Brother Fu is in charge of the important task alone, and I have nothing to do." ”

The girl said that, she turned her head angrily, and didn't look at the iron-faced Fu Chao, but just squinted and looked at the edge of the courtyard wall.

"Fu Zhi, you, don't go too far!" Fu Chao whispered to Fu Zhi, and then glanced at the Qiu Fang next to him, on the one hand, he felt that he could not lose the majesty of his senior brother in front of his junior brother, and on the other hand, he thought that his master's fate would not be disobeyed, so he flicked his sleeves hatefully, turned around and left, leaving behind a proud girl and an inexplicable teenager.

The two surnamed Fu are talking back and forth, and no one is willing to spare anyone, but in the end, it seems that Fu Zhi has the upper hand.

Wu Qiufang looked at this for a long time, and finally came out of the way, presumably one of these two wanted to go together, and the other refused to let it.

Even if the outcome of the argument is as the young man wants, it is not good for the little junior sister to not care about the face of the senior brother like this. After thinking about it, Qiu Fang finally hesitated and asked, "Little junior sister, you..."

When Fu Zhi heard this, she smiled slyly, and said in a disapproving tone: "Little senior brother, why do you guess we are all surnamed Fu?" ”

Wu Qiufang didn't think much about it, and shook his head suspiciously, only sighing that he didn't know.

"Think about it, think about it." Fu Zhi's words had a bit of coquettish taste, which made the young man who had never been alone with girls of the same age look a little embarrassed, he only felt that the roots of his ears were hot, and he didn't dare to look at Fu Zhi's bright cheeks, so he had to look down at the dark gray stone bricks under his feet.

After a long time, the boy squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "This... Are you brother and sister? ”

"Clever! I've finally gotten rid of this ass today. Fu Zhi did not hesitate to praise herself, she patted the young man's arm excitedly as she spoke, and did not forget to glance at Fu Chao's distant back with disgust from the corner of her eyes.

This little sister was a little shy when she first met, but she got to know people quite quickly, and she seemed to be an optimistic and cheerful person. Wu Qiufang thought so in his heart, he was already dull, if he met someone who was also dull, he was afraid that he would have to be speechless along the way.

After all, it is the heart of a teenager who has not been deeply involved in the world, thinking of this, his mood is finally a little better, and he showed a sincere smile: "Thank you little sister for your praise." ”

"Doesn't the little brother have any brothers and sisters?" Fu Zhi pursed her mouth, looked at Qiu Fang with wide clear eyes, and asked suddenly.

Wu Qiufang subconsciously bit his lip when he heard this, but he just shook his head, and didn't mention his life experience much, and diverted the topic: "When are we going to leave for the city?" ”

"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Why don't I take you to the cafeteria first? Fu Zhi put away a playful smile and pointed in the direction of the side door, her expression gradually became serious, and her words were also a little concerned.

At the end, the girl added: "The food in our East Pole Gate is a must in Los Angeles, and in less than half a year, your body will be much tougher." ”

The young man smiled slightly when he heard this, did not answer, but followed closely behind Fu Zhi. He was smiling bitterly in his heart, and it would be even more difficult to live a stable life in this door for half a year.

It was breakfast time, and the huge canteen at Dongji Gate was crowded, and seeing the young man and girl walking in one after the other, it caused a lot of commotion.

Although this Fu Zhi made her brother watch very closely on weekdays, just a sentence or two with the senior brothers of the opposite sex made Fu Chao on the side stare at him, but it did not prevent this lively and good-looking little junior sister from having a very high popularity in the door.

When many male disciples saw Fu Zhi entering, they all sighed in a low voice, and their eyes seemed to be a spring breeze.

Seeing Wu Qiufang behind the young man again, not only the male disciples sighed, but the female disciples were not far behind, and they all looked sideways, and some even looked at the young man with a look, which made the young man feel that his eyes were blazing and hateful on the other.

Fortunately, the young man didn't have much experience of men and women, so he didn't care about the eyes of others, and went straight to the meal under the guidance of Fu Zhi.

The two sat down face to face, and Fu Zhi asked first: "Little senior brother, do you want to change your clothes first, the uniform clothes that our disciples of the East Pole Sect usually wear." ”

Qiu Fang shook his head without thinking: "No need, although this robe is a little old, it was given to me by the master." What the master gave was naturally considered to be worn by the disciples in the sect. ”

Seeing that the young man insisted on this, Fu Zhi didn't force it, but thinking that the story of the second master and uncle he had never heard of, he was impatiently curious, and asked: "That... What kind of person is the second uncle? I have been in the business for more than five years, and I feel that the name of the master and the second master is rarely mentioned. ”

The names of these two people were indeed rarely mentioned among the third-generation disciples of the East Pole Gate, so that Fu Zhi's voice was as small as a whisper at the end.

When the young man heard this, he frowned, although he had lived with the Taoist for sixteen years, but he insisted that he tell the life and deeds of the Taoist, Wu Qiufang really couldn't say one, two, three. I had to continue to shake my head and say, "In addition to teaching me to practice spells and read scriptures, Master never mentioned the past, so I don't know. But others are excellent, the best masters in the world. ”

Listening to Wu Qiufang's words, the curious girl let out an "oh" in some frustration, so she had to honestly take a sip of the millet porridge she was holding in her hand.

The porridge in the bowls of young boys and girls was about to bottom, and the disciples in the hall also finished their breakfast, and walked out one by one with a leisurely step after the meal, walking in pairs and threes, playing and laughing.

But at this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the front yard, and the disciples in the hall who had not finished breakfast looked at each other, for some reason. The voices in the courtyard became more and more noisy, and the voices of help could be vaguely heard in the noise.

Wu Qiufang frowned when he heard this, thinking about why someone was asking for help. saw a trace of excitement and worry in Fu Zhi's eyes, and whispered: "Let's go, take a look." ”

As soon as it was too late, the girl pulled the boy past and rushed into the crowd at the door.

When these male disciples saw that Fu Zhi was coming, they all showed their appearances, making way for the girl, plus the two of them were thin and weak, shuttling through the crowd like fish in water, and when the young man came back to his senses, he was pulled by Fu Zhi to the front of the crowd.

"Seventh Uncle?" Fu Zhi shouted suddenly, couldn't help but let go of Wu Qiufang's left hand, and suddenly covered his mouth, his eyes surged with horror, even Qiufang, who was standing on the side, could feel the tremor of the girl's body and the shortness of breath.

"Seventh Uncle?" The young man muttered silently in his heart, remembering that Zhou Zong mentioned this person when he talked with the juniors and disciples yesterday.

Qiu Fang looked at it again, and there was a thin man lying in the middle of the courtyard, dressed in a tattered plain black robe, the yellow cloth pocket around his waist for placing the talisman was already empty, the blood scab clinging to his square face like a vine, and his withered palms hung on the ground. Although his breathing was weak, it was stable, and if the injury was quite serious, he didn't have to worry about his life for a while, and someone must have stabilized his injury.

Beside the seriously injured man was a half-kneeling monk, who held a one-man tall silver tin staff in his left hand, a spotless white robe, his head covered by a hood, and his cheeks could be faintly seen. He didn't talk to the disciples of the Dongji Sect around him, he just leaned over and gently rested his palm on the shoulder of the seriously injured man, as if to comfort the seriously injured man.

A few older disciples stepped forward, wanting to find out the injuries of this veteran of the East Pole Gate, but they were blocked by the monk's tin rod.

The disciples were anxious, although they didn't know what the monk wanted, but they always felt that this monk vaguely gave people a feeling of saying the same, and they were all stunned, waiting for Zhou Zong and others to arrive.

"Uncle Seventh Master is profound, how could he be injured like this?" One of the onlookers asked in a low voice.

The other disciples were also whispering, guessing the ins and outs of the matter for a while.

"Little Senior Brother, who do you say can seriously injure the Seventh Senior Uncle so far?" Fu Zhi's sudden question made the young man a little overwhelmed. He didn't know this seventh uncle, and he didn't know how to look at it.

Not long after, a few figures fell from the air, and they were the elders of the East Pole Gate.

Zhou Zong, who was the leader, saw the scene in front of him, his brows were tightly locked, and his face was pale. He strode forward, squatted down to take a cursory look at Cao Zibu's injuries, and his eyes narrowed into a slit. After contemplating for a while, he looked around again, and saw that the crowd was still in turmoil, and a burst of anger went straight to his heart, and he shouted at the disciples with a cracked eye: "Is it beautiful or what?" ”

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples were ashamed, and they all bowed their heads and hurriedly dispersed. Only Wu Qiufang was still standing in place, looking at the field with a cold expression.

Seeing that he didn't move, Fu Zhi tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Let's go, little brother." ”

Qiu Fang turned a deaf ear to Fu Zhi's words, and let the girl pull on the side, he was motionless, still standing in place, but his eyes had fallen on the monk's face at this time, as if he was concentrating on something, and as if he was dazed.

Fu Zhi saw that he was still not moving, and he didn't know how to act, so he had to sigh, tiptoe behind the young man, and glanced at Zhou Zong and the others from the corner of his eye, for fear of being scolded.

Zhou Zong had a full view of the words and deeds of the two, but he didn't have time to take care of it, so he still carefully inspected the injury and said viciously: "This debt must be paid by Mo Zong's blood!" ”

After that, he glanced at the monk in front of him again, and had some doubts in his heart, but he still didn't forget to raise his head slightly, and said to everyone: "Don't worry, the old seven have a big life." The fourth child stayed, and the rest of the people sent the seventh child to the medical hall. And the two of you! When it's time to get down to business, do it. ”

After Zhou Zong said this, he glanced at Wu Qiufang and the others, urging them to leave quickly.

When Fu Zhi heard this, if she had been amnestied, she quickly grabbed Qiu Fang's wrist and pulled it out with all her milking strength.

This Wu Qiufang finally took his eyes off the monk and moved his footsteps.