The morning glow is sprinkled and melts into the mist, exuding brilliance.

Zhou Zong pushed open the window, listened carefully to the sound of the broom kissing the stone bricks, and had no dreams all night, which was regarded as a good night's sleep.

However, the conversation with Duan Mou before going to bed made him worried.

A secret conversation between the two of them inevitably revolves around Qiufang, and the current Dongji Gate, the first important thing is the fish in Qiufang's body, according to Duan Mou's view, it must be eliminated quickly, otherwise it will become a big disaster in the future.

Although Zhou Zong moved the same thought, but his concerns were more serious, if he wanted to do something to Ah Yu, he was bound to take advantage of his unpreparedness, otherwise it would be an earth-shattering battle, but according to Qiu Fang's temperament, he would not want to see this happen, but Qiu Fang was an inevitable obstacle on the road to erase Ah Yu, which made Zhou Zong really a little difficult.

But it is never a proper way to return to the mountain, he does not dare to gamble with Qiu Fang's life, after all, this disciple who can draw talismans out of thin air is the future of Dongji Gate, if Qiu Fang is forced to agree to this matter, in case he provokes the young man to run away from the door, it will also be extremely troublesome.

Thinking about it, Zhou Zong sighed, as the master of a sect, he had too many things to worry about.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a sip, and secretly scolded Yan Qingyun for being idle and free, and he was sad for the trouble here.

"Palm.. Door Master... Uncle Shi, the big thing is not. All right!"

Just as Zhou Zong sighed, a little disciple suddenly broke in from outside the courtyard, and when he saw Zhou Zong standing by the window, he couldn't wait to shout.

Seeing that the comer was reckless, Zhou Zong couldn't help but snort coldly, frowned and scolded, "Straighten your tongue and talk about it."

As soon as Zhou Zong drank it, the little disciple hurriedly swallowed his saliva, gasped a few times in succession, and calmed his mind, and then said respectfully: "Disciple, I just went to Senior Brother Qiufang's room to add water, and found that Senior Brother Qiufang was fighting with someone last night..."

In the end, the little brother's voice was so weak that he couldn't hear it clearly, Zhou Zong put his broad palm on the window lattice, and said coldly, "What?" Five

"Dead!"

The little disciple plucked up his courage, replied loudly, and quickly buried his head, as if he was afraid that Zhou Zong would vent his anger on himself, and his bowed body trembled slightly.

Zhou Zong was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then slapped his palm on the window lattice, and the front side shattered in response, and the little disciple looked up when he heard the sound, but he couldn't see Zhou Zong's figure anymore, only stone chips splashed, and "crackled" scattered all over the ground.

When Zhou Zong's figure reappeared, he had already arrived outside the door where Qiu Fang was sleeping, thinking that the disciples of Fang Cai were too flustered, the two doors were opened, and at a glance, there was a hole in the wall that was obviously broken by an external force, and the wind through the hall hit, making Zhou Zong's face cold, and he walked in quickly.

As soon as he entered the house, a burst of rushing wine came to his face, he frowned, and hurriedly scooped up the sleeve robe of his right hand, bullied forward, and took a closer look.

From the side, the drunken Qiu Fang was lying motionless on the couch, his snort was weak, but there was a slight snoring sound, Zhou Zong glared at Qiu Fang hatefully for a long time, and then looked at the wall that was disemboweled, and understood what was going on.

"These stinky boys!"

The muscles on Zhou Zong's face twitched, his throat shook, and he shouted in a low voice, and his eyes immediately burned with rage, showing a fierce face on his face.

"Konglin, get over to Lao Tzu!"

Another angry shout sounded, this sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, regardless of the people living in Luocheng, just the people of Dongjimen, unless they were deaf, they were all overwhelmed by the angry waves of Zhou Zong.

The first to arrive were the juniors and disciples of Zhou Zong, and they didn't need to look at it, they could smell how much Qiu Fang had drunk from the strong smell of wine.

The usual Zhou Zong, although he is the master of a family, but when it comes to temper, he is much better than Duan Mou, and often the two of them sing with a red face and a white face, coming and going, Zhou Zong naturally has a somewhat benevolent image in the eyes of his disciples.

It is precisely because of this that Zhou Zong's monstrous anger today is extremely abnormal, not only did the disciples show unprecedented surprise when they heard the voice, but even Duan Mou and the others, who knew Zhou Zong's temper well, were also shocked in their hearts.

I thought something terrible had happened, so I hurried over.

Only the little disciple who reported to Zhou Zong at the beginning, just walked out of Zhou Zong's courtyard gate tremblingly, and was still thinking about how this senior brother Qiu Fang died suddenly, hearing Zhou Zong's shout, he was even more frightened that his legs and feet were weak, and his eyes were blurred, for fear that Zhou Zong would be angry with him and be swept out of the house, how did he know that when he first saw the big hole in Qiu Fang's room, he panicked, so as to misreport the military situation, and he didn't know how Zhou Zong would punish him when he came back to his senses.

Of course, this is just a later story, Kong Lin is among the disciples in the sect, although the Tao is one of the best, but what is really praised is the speed of his fists and feet, so when he arrived in the Qiufang room, it was only a moment, and he was not much slower than his uncles.

"Did you do a good job last night?"

Zhou Zong stared at Qiu Fang intently, standing with his back to the door, exuding a strong anger all over his body, his junior brothers and sisters rarely saw such a scene, and they didn't dare to interject at will before they grasped the truth of the matter, including Duan Mou, the master of the empty forest, who was just staring at Wu Qiufang with empty eyes, probably guessing what happened last night.

Kong Lin stood respectfully at the door, looking at Zhou Zong's back with his gaze, he couldn't see the expression on Zhou Zong's face clearly, and he was naturally uneasy in his heart, so he hurriedly responded: "Back to the head of the sect, the disciple had a lesson with Senior Brother Qiufang last night."

"Hmph, this is a discussion, isn't it to tear down Lao Tzu's East Pole Gate?"

Zhou Zong suddenly turned his head, pointed to the big hole in the wall, and then pointed to Qiu Fang and said, "You are kind, go out for a trip, find it for a long time, and don't honor your uncles and uncles, but let this kid taste the sweetness?"

Kong Lin was about to say, "I'll give the wine I found from the wasteland to the master to taste it in a while", but when he saw this extremely serious atmosphere, he swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and changed his words and said, "Uncle Shi is angry, the disciple is just... It's just that I saw Qiufang's junior brother fall in love on a whim, so that's why..."

Before Kong Lin could finish speaking, Duan Mou interrupted him and said, "How many times have you said it for your teacher, you have the means, what are you fighting with your brother when you find someone from the Mo Sect?"

"There is no fight among the disciples." Kulin muttered in a low voice, but his voice was extremely low, delusional not to be heard by everyone.

"No fighting? What do you say about this wall?"

Zhou Zong sneered, a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he stared at the empty forest.

A trace of cold sweat oozed from the corner of Konglin's forehead, he was usually not afraid of the ground, he was not afraid of the earth, his family background was outstanding, and he was the best among the disciples, and the brothers and sisters let themselves all the time, even if they were as violent as Duan Mou, they were rarely scolded by him, but now for such a trivial matter, he was scolded by Zhou Zong, it is enough to see that the senior brother of Qiufang lying on the bed is really not simple.

"The disciple doesn't dare anymore."

In the face of absolute authority, Kong Lin had to admit his cowardice and hurriedly confessed his mistake to Zhou Zong.

Qiu Fang was fine, but he slept very deeply after being drunk, and Zhou Zong's shouting before failed to wake him up, and the buzzing sound in his ears at this time made his slender eyelashes tremble slightly, and he couldn't help but turn over.

When he turned over, he seemed to notice something, and slowly opened his eyes with some difficulty, Zhou Zong's tense posture came into his eyes, which made him stunned, and then his heart was like turning over the river and the sea, and the desire to vomit came to his heart, and he struggled to support his neck, so that he could not bear this discomfort.

"The child is awake." Lin Yun was the first to notice that Qiu Fang had opened his eyes, and got up and approached with concern, investigating how Qiu Fang was doing.

"Why are the uncles here?"

Qiu Fang's little head was still dizzy, and the corner of his eye swept across the empty wine jar on the desk, and the discomfort in his body surged up again, so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew the afterglow, otherwise he would definitely give a disgusting performance to all the uncles.

Zhou Zong glanced at him, snorted, and did not answer, but the concern in his eyes could not be hidden.

"Akifang, how much did you drink last night?" Lin Yun sat on the edge of the bed and asked softly.

"Just... Let's have a few bowls." Qiu Fang recalled it in his mind, but no matter how much he hollowed out, he couldn't remember how much he drank, only

I probably remember a few bowls.

Seeing this, He Wangshu finally smiled a little and said, "You have a lot of alcohol, why do you go with me to Huanxiang Mansion next time?"

Hearing the words "Huanxianglou", Kong Lin's eyes seemed to light up, and he quickly lowered his head, making it impossible to see his face.

Seeing this situation, Qiu Fang probably guessed that Zhou Zong had summoned all the junior brothers and sisters, and he had just called Kong Lin, so he must be asking the master to ask for guilt, so he pleaded in a dumb voice: "Last night, the disciple wanted to drink, but there is no need to be harsh on Senior Brother Kong Lin."

Hearing this, Kong Lin raised his head in some surprise, and then cast a grateful glance at Qiu Fang.

Zhou Zong didn't speak so well today, but said coldly: "Duan Mou, according to the door rules, drunken and ruthless, how to deal with it?"

Although Zhou Zong is the head of the Dongji Gate, he usually doesn't ask about the details, but Duan Mou has to be thorough and manage all mundane affairs, plus he is the master of the empty forest, and he is naturally the most convincing to the public when he punishes him.

"Moon Spirit Mountain, facing the wall for ten days." Duan Mou frowned, glared at Kong Lin with a bit of anger that hated iron and steel.

"Huh? Isn't ten days a little too much?"

Seeing Duan Mou's order, Kong Lin replied with a look of disbelief, but before he could finish the last few words, Zhong Kou interrupted him and said, "The door has rules, if you don't want to add another ten days, just take it."

Seeing that the sixth uncle also spoke, Kong Lin knew that this matter was irrefutable, and it seemed that he couldn't escape.

"You, too." Zhou Zong suddenly pointed to Qiufang and said, after that, he flicked his sleeves and walked away, everyone knew that this matter was over, so they followed behind, but He Wangshu walked at the end, squeezing his eyebrows at Wu Qiufang and Kong Lin, and laughed evilly, as if mocking them for having survived the past ten days.

The remaining two looked at each other, and a handful of indescribable bitter tears slowly flowed to the bottom of their hearts.