"Forget it, let's talk about Monday, you can go back to school first." Guang Shao said goodbye, he was going home.

"Hmm." Tang Muzhi's own clothes became a pile of rags, and he found a random shop to change his clothes on the way. It was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon, there was a public phone booth nearby, and there were many people calling, so he went to the store to buy a 30 yuan IC card, lined up and dialed Zhang Wang's phone number to him.

The middle-aged people in line behind him are very qualified, and they are far away from him.

It took a while for the phone to connect, "Master Wang, it's me, Tang Muzhi." ”

Zhang Wang's hoarse voice came from the earpiece, "Muzhi? Hmph, you kid must have something to do with me......"

"You're like a god...... Ha. Tang Muzhi said with a smile.

"You don't have to shoot the fart! How is your cultivation, have you finished reading "The Poison Sutra"? ”

"Don't worry, everything is fine in terms of cultivation, I have memorized your "Poison Sutra" backwards, and I will definitely not be easily poisoned, and I have also practiced the civil engineering flow injection, but there are some problems with the mobilization of Wuqi...... I'm calling you this time, mainly because I'm in some trouble, let me tell you, you give it to the staff officer? ”

"You speak. I'm listening. ”

Tang Muzhi told him in detail about the grudge with the Chen family, and then mentioned Chen Hongzhi's various methods.

"This guy finally took off his shirt, and the good guy was full of holes, according to him, what is this called 'ink muscles and soft bones'......" Tang Muzhi deliberately revealed.

He knew that Zhang Wang's mentor Gao Yingcai's biggest enemy was Liang Ting, a user of ink muscles and soft bones. He once vowed to make Liang Ting's death unhappy, but unfortunately he failed to fulfill his master's long-cherished wish in the end, which is naturally a knot in his heart.

"What!" Zhang Wang on the phone was really not calm, "'Ink muscles and soft bones'!" That's what he said? Tell me about it carefully! ”

Tang Muzhi carefully explained Chen Hongzhi's performance.

"Although there is no external soft bones, the body is tough and bleeds less...... This is indeed one of the manifestations of ink muscles and soft bones. ”

"The main thing is that this guy's methods are too despicable, I'm worried that he used ordinary people as bargaining chips to deal with me, so he specially called you to give you ideas......"

“…… Well. You call again in the evening, remember. There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.

At this time, the Tang Gate was on the side. Zhang Wang put down the phone and went to see Yang Lie, the current head of the Tang Gate.

Yang Lie is already an old man in his old age, he is tall and thin, wears a suit and tie. In terms of dress, he is still the rich young master who didn't seek fame and fortune decades ago.

Yang Lie is a legend. As the head of the foreign surname, he can keep the Tang Gate alive in the ever-changing era, and even go to the next level.

In this era when the assassins disappeared and were about to retire from the stage of history, he cooperated with the company to actively promote the transformation of the Tang Sect on the premise of retaining the concealment and low-key of the assassin department - although he was a foreign surname, in terms of merit, he could already rank one level below his grandfather; In terms of strength, he is the last peerless genius to emerge from the chaotic era of war and strife! He is now the world's number one assassin!

The entire Tang Gate was running in an orderly manner in his hands. No one admires him in their hearts! Lately, he has been thinking hard about how to implant advanced espionage technology into the assassins on missions. As the saying goes, nothing is too small, but he is a few people who can do it.

"Senior brother." Zhang Wang relayed what Tang Muzhi said on the phone again.

"Since it involves 'ink muscles and soft bones', you can decide this matter yourself, and you can put down the task at hand first." Yang Lie lowered his eyes and drank tea.

"Hmm...... I'll go to Karazuka. Zhang Wang informed.

Yang Lie allowed it. He knew that Zhang Wang was not a pure assassin, he was irritable and prone to compassion. Tang Miaoxing is the same, he lacks the ability to match the spirit of an innovator - so he can only grasp it tightly and not let go of any opportunity that can make the Tang Sect transform and rise...... Looking at the entire Tang Sect, only he has perfectly inherited the strength and belief of those dead old Tang Sects!

Zhang Wang nodded, and then walked silently in the direction of Tang Mound alone.

Tang Mound is a forbidden place for Tang Gate, and no one can enter without the permission of the head of the door except for sacrifices on weekdays.

……

"Xiao Ming!" Out of the Tang Mound, Zhang Wang beckoned a young man in his thirties.

"Master Wang." Tang Ming stepped forward, "What do you command?" ”

Zhang Wang stood with his hands in his hands: "I remember that you haven't had any tasks recently...... There's a personal matter for me, so I'll entrust it to you. He grinned, "You know, I went to Suzhou a few days ago to find Tang Yuan's son, he has been in some trouble recently, maybe it has something to do with the whole sex......

Suzhou No. 1 Middle School.

Xue Jia and the others avoided the doorman and took Xu Jingrong back to the bedroom.

"Ahh Did she drink? The girl who slept with her helped her over - Xu Jingrong slept on the top bunk, and several people couldn't pick her up, so they had to let her sleep in the lower bunk first.

"Totally drunk...... Didn't she go for Sister Guangshao's birthday? How do you get drunk like this? ”

Xue Jia was delicate, and had already told the girl who went to the birthday not to reveal the slightest rumor, so she had to say: "Oh, I'm having fun today, who knows that Jing Rong can't drink it at all, and two or three bottles of beer won't work, haha." ”

"It's really-that Tang Muzhi is too unreliable, he took people to pour wine! Qi Jingrong was so good to him, and he also gave him his father's cotton clothes to wear. ”

"Really?" Xue Jia was puzzled, "I see the thin shirt he has been wearing, it's quite hot in the hotel...... I didn't expect Jing Rong to have such a good relationship with him. ”

"It must be a sister and brother in love! Hee-hee. ”

"Anyway, Xue Jia, how do you observe people so carefully? Humph......"

"you!"

After a while, they went back to their bedrooms.

Tang Muzhi finished running errands in the city center, and suddenly remembered that the cotton clothes Xu Jingrong gave him were still in the hotel, and he turned back to get the clothes.

The clothes were put at the front desk, and of course the manager would not have a good face when he saw him - he was also guilty today, he had been running errands, he was in a hurry, and he was scolded a lot, and life was not easy.

Tang Muzhi apologized and took away his clothes.

It was almost five o'clock when he returned to school, he first went to the women's dormitory to ask about Xu Jingrong's situation, and after learning that the other party had already slept, he gave them cotton clothes and brought them back.

Then he went to the dormitory to clean up his things - he had recently lived outside.

As for asking for leave? There's no need for that anymore, the principal and the dean of education were all beaten by Guang Shao, and he can't find it to anyone to ask for leave now.

After packing his luggage, he walked out directly in front of the porter.

There are not many public phone booths, Tang Muzhi calculated his remaining money and found a small hotel with phone booths around to live.

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Muzhi ate something casually and dialed Zhang Wang again.

"Master Wang?"

"Hmm. Makiyuki. You've figured it out, I'll arrange for someone to come over to your side, and remember to pick him up. ”

"Master Wang, what you arranged is ......"

"Relax, he is a good hand at the inner door of our Tang Sect, called Tang Ming. You should call him cousin, and he will be there on the morning of the ninth day. Don't stir things up at this time. ”

"Good. Thank you Wangye. ”

hung up the phone, Tang Muzhi's memories of the original comics.

His memories began to play back like a movie. Never forget-this is an ability that he didn't have in his previous life, but he didn't expect that as he deepened his meditation realm, his memory seemed to be a document that could be accessed at will, and it was meticulous.

Tang Ming does not appear much in the original work, and he has not shown his strength, but he is Tang Wenlong's master. Judging from the comics on the whole, although this person looks five big and three thick, he has a very thin heart, connecting the upper and lower levels of the Tang Sect - this is exactly the helper that the two of them need now!