Seven days later.

The courtyard gate of the Yuanshun Dart Bureau was opened early.

A group of rangers also got up early in the morning, gathered in the empty field in front of the door, spontaneously looked at the donkey carriage frame that came one after another on the street, full of excitement, from time to time probing their heads to look into the dart game, their mouths were amazed, and they were envious.

Chen Zhuo is going to apprentice.

This can't be ambiguous, accepting apprentices has always been the top priority of a sect, which means that the salary is not extinguished, and it is related to the inheritance and face of a sect.

Although the Yuanshun Dart Bureau is just a name, but Wang Wuming shook the northern martial arts, righteous and thin clouds, although people are not in the capital, but the face can not be left behind, and it is necessary to invite fellow martial artists from all over the world to come to watch the ceremony and be a witness. At the same time, this is also a full courtesy, and after posting, it can be regarded as looking at people in the eyes, and it is still a dart brand, taking a look, and it is also convenient to deal with in the future, talking about personal sophistication.

Chen Zhuo freshened up, changed into clean clothes, and was shouted by Cheng Tinghua before dawn, stood at the door of the main hall, and waited for almost an hour.

He stretched his muscles and bones, and his clothes in the past seemed a little ill-fitting, wearing a silk shirt, and stabbing at the door, his knife eyes narrowed, his ape arms hung down, his shoulders were broad, and he looked at the ordinary, but for some reason he stood far away and looked at it again, which always gave people a feeling of chill at the back of his neck.

"How many times have the fuck told you, don't squint, are you making a friendship or a feud?"

Cheng Tinghua scolded.

Chen Zhuo's face darkened, this habit is not something that can be changed by saying it.

There are wolves in Qindi, and murder is impermanent.

It's about the swordsman.

Guanzhong has a big wind and sand, and the wind and sand together cover the sky and the sun, and it is easy to lose his eyes, so he always can't help but squint at people when he looks at people and kills, and like the wolf, he naturally reveals a bit of fierceness.

There was no way, he could only hang his eyelids, and in exchange for another scolding.

He said that he did not look at people properly.

Chen Zhuo could only force one expression, open his eyes wide, and stand at the door to greet people.

It's just that when he saw the first one come in, his eyes narrowed again.

"Bagua Gate Palace Baotian, come to the door to congratulate!"

At the gate of the courtyard, an old ranger moved a table and sat there in charge of roll call.

This man did not come alone, but an old man was beside him.

This person's face is pure and beardless, with a pair of eagle eyes bulging outward, his cheeks are sunken, and his body is black with water. Black clothes and black pants, black shoes and black socks, but the body is too lean, but the lining of the clothes is wide, with his hands behind his back, his head is shaved clean, and his gray hair is tied into a thin braid, and his skin and flesh are not like a living person, and he is swishing.

Yin Fu?

Chen Zhuo's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at the person next to Gong Baotian on the other side, and his expression changed.

This is a long-faced man, dressed ordinary, ordinary in appearance, wearing a pair of straw sandals, seemingly walking leisurely, but the foot kung fu is more capable than Gong Baotian, the soles have been worn, and the mud that has just fallen from the spring rain does not leave traces, the sleeves are slightly long, hiding the hands, and not showing the mountain dew.

"Secret door master?"

Clothes are divided into face and lining, and the same is true for martial arts.

Forget about the small sect, the big sect has a deep heritage, ordinary people can only see the face of the outside, act as the face of the sect, and do all the things that make a name for themselves; As everyone knows, there is still a hidden inside the back, that is, the disciples of the secret sect, who are also doing shady work, such as the apologists of the great sect on that side, removing obstacles for the sect, this is the real foundation.

seems to be the generation of the Bagua Gate, Gong Baotian is known as the first person of the three generations of disciples on the surface, and it is inevitable that he will be in charge of the Bagua Gate in the future, so this person is definitely the master of the secret door raised by Yin Fu.

Gong Baotian is still like that, a young man with ambition and well-dressed, after all, he is the face of the gossip door, and he has to work hard in terms of momentum.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Gong, I haven't seen you for a few days, how can you have such a big son?"

The difference is that he has a little baby behind his buttocks, looking immature, just with a small face, pretending to be old, who is not good at learning, but learning from Yin Fu's posture.

Hearing what Chen Zhuo said with a strange smile, Gong Baotian couldn't hold his face a little, the young man's face turned red, and he was also indignant, but with only a pair of Chen Zhuo's eyes, his body trembled, his mouth was deflated, and he almost didn't cry.

Gong Baotian said lightly: "San'er, call someone, this is your Uncle Chen!" ”

In other words, this is his apprentice.

"Boy Ma San, I've seen Uncle Chen!"

Although the little baby was a little reluctant, she still had the courage to salute.

"Ma San?"

Chen Zhuo glanced at it twice, and said with a coping face: "Not bad! ”

"I've seen Uncle Yin!"

Chen Zhuo turned his head and arched his hand towards Yin Fu with a flat expression.

Yin Fusheng was thin and short, standing in front of him was shoulder-to-shoulder, his neck did not move, the eyeballs in his eye sockets were bone-turned, and he looked at Chen Zhuo from top to bottom, and his mouth was lukewarm, yin and yang, "Uncle Cheng is exempt, although you have obtained the true inheritance of Senior Brother Cheng, but you are not worshiping the gossip door, don't mess with the relationship, it's a pity that this body is ...... Oh, if you go astray, what kind of master you have, what kind of apprentice you can teach. ”

Chen Zhuo's face was even dull now, and he had nothing to say about this old ghost who was desperately following the bannerman.

With a grin, he leaned his head forward and whispered in his ear: "Old ghost, believe it or not, I can kill you in another place." ”

Yin Fu's narrow eyes opened slightly, the expression on his face did not change, but there was murderous intent looming in his eyes, "If it weren't for Senior Brother Cheng's affection, you would not be qualified to speak out in front of me, don't think that there are things you do seamlessly." ”

Gong Baotian's eyes were full of helplessness, seeing that the atmosphere was not right, he didn't mean to help anyone. At present, all the martial arts are in the same way, and there are many grandmasters who are watching it, and what grievances are there to settle the theory in private, but if you pick such a day, it will tear your face and never die.

He persuaded: "Master Yin, it's cool and windy outside, let's go in and have a cup of tea." ”

Hearing Gong Baotian's words, Yin Fu's eyelids drooped, and he walked straight past Chen Zhuo and entered the main hall.

Gong Baotian said at this time: "After a while, I will make full moon wine for the little girl, and Senior Brother Chen might as well come to the palace house to sit down." ”

Chen Zhuo thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes." ”

Now that he has Cheng Tinghua's mastery, he is already half a disciple of the Bagua Sect, Yin Fu recognizes it or not, but since he is in love, these small things on face still have to be done, and Cheng Lao can't be embarrassed.

While the two were talking, the secret man's eyes flashed, his hands slipped out, and his mouth was full of calluses, and he was also an expert in making knives, but he didn't have the slightest intention of opening his mouth, just nodded, and said hello.

"Please!"

Welcome people into the main hall.

Roll call is starting again.

"Poke the foot door Liu Guanlan, come to the door to congratulate!"

"Friends of the Dart Bureau Li Yaochen, come to congratulate!"

"Sun Lutang of Puyang Boxing Club, come to congratulate!"

"Yue Bin, a subordinate of Taiji Yue Zhuchen, come to congratulate!"

"Chaquan Wang Ziping, come to the door to congratulate!"

"Arm fist Zhang Ce, come to the door to congratulate!"

"Wudang Dan sent Song only one, come to congratulate!"

……

When Chen Zhuo heard the names of these people, his heart was shocked, and he was about to welcome people, but he saw a young ranger fall in like a gourd rolling on the ground, his face was pale, blood was spilling from his mouth, and his injuries were not light.

One after the other, a gloomy voice came from outside.

"God Hand Gate, come to the door to congratulate!"