Fang Zhongjin and several disciples in the lower courtyard went down the mountain along the Huashan trail to drink.

Where did I think that I met a team going up the mountain halfway.

This team going up the mountain was quite strange, it was a personal disciple of five or six Huashan head Qiu Songhe, escorting a bald young man with a clear face.

Although these personal disciples were unceremonious to a few of their lower court disciples. The only path had been made for them, and these people were still shouting for Fang Zhongjin and his party to turn around and go up the mountain.

But these arrogant guys on weekdays do not hesitate to bend down and hold high, but also to carry the bald young man's bamboo chair sedan up to Huashan steadily.

Not to mention the four disciples who followed behind, they all stared at the young man on the sedan chair with solemn expressions. For fear that he would be accidentally bumped down, he could rush to help him at any time.

Fang Zhongjin's eyes were outstanding, and he looked at the two disciples carrying the sedan chair from a distance, but there was no resentment in his expression. I think it is possible because the identity of the young man sitting on the sedan chair is extremely heavy.

And since the young man has to sit on a bamboo chair sedan chair to go up the mountain, is it possible that he can't walk such a difficult mountain road because he doesn't know martial arts?

Fang Zhongjin's heart moved. He raised his hand slightly, and casually pulled a pine branch that slanted out of his head.

This movement is done naturally and smoothly, as if I have been standing against the mountain wall for a long time, and I can't stabilize my body, so I just grab something to support it.

It's just that the pine branch that he grabbed "at will" was too thin and tough, and after grabbing it, it trembled, and some needles and spiky pine balls fell off.

The trail of this Huashan sect is really steep. A few loose balls fell down the hill with a sharp momentum, and they were about to hit the bald young man.

Although the bald young man was handsome, his face was sickly and his expression was kind. Originally, he only had a look on his face that looked down on life and death, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

It wasn't until the sharp loose balls swept towards him that there was a hint of fear in the young man's deep-set eyes.

Rao was like this, and his body was still sitting still. Fortunately, the Huashan disciple who carried the chair and sedan chair for him was very clever. Slowly lowering the bamboo pole in his hand, the chair and sedan chair that the young man was sitting on were lowered by two inches.

The whistling pine ball jumped over the young man's bald head, and continued to run and roll down the mountain.

Rao is like this, and the bamboo chair sedan chair is still shaking. The young man on the sedan chair firmly grasped the armrests on both sides with both hands, so that there was no gaffe.

After everything was settled, the disciples below were really angry.

One of them looked up and yelled at the people above, "Hurry up, you have to be there mushrooms!

Several people standing around Fang Zhongjin also knew that it was "Tuo Nan Sheng" who made the pine cone fall. But the martial arts between "Tuo Nan Sheng" and a few of them are too different, so naturally they will not do anything to confess him.

It was Wang Su who came forward and said: "We have already given way to the mountain road, and a few senior brothers can just go up." ”

But such words did not satisfy the few disciples under the mountain.

When the first one heard this, he was even more arrogant, and said loudly, "If you are told to get up, you will get up." Don't get bogged down here. There was no accident just now, and after I go up the mountain, I will go to tell the master the truth, and let the master deal with you!"

The master these individuals are talking about is naturally Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan. When Wang Su and the others heard this, their hearts were all sudden.

They went down the mountain to drink, which could have been managed. If someone deliberately uses it as a handle, it is not easy to clean it up. Don't just sacrifice your life to win the competition, and lose the opportunity to enter the middle court because of such a small reason.

The young man sitting in the chair never spoke. His eyes were fixed on what to look at. There is no intention of meddling.

Wang Su felt a little bad in their hearts. Although today is a good day for a few of them, they are still disciples of the lower courtyard after all, and their identities have not yet changed.

The situation is stronger than people, Wang Su turned his head and said softly to "Tuo Nansheng": "Why don't we turn around and avoid these senior brothers first......?"

Fang Zhongjin seemed to be very good at speaking, and said, "It's okay, let's go up the mountain first." Drinking is not in a hurry today. Besides, I'm really tired today, so it's better to go back and rest early. ”

Everyone heard "Tuo Nan Sheng" say this, and they also knew that he fought several tough battles today. They all applauded with amusement.

Wang Su heard that everyone had no objections, so he said loudly to the disciples under the mountain: "A few senior brothers, don't be surprised. Let's go up the mountain! And ask the senior brothers to calm their anger, and treat us as if they had never seen us. ”

The personal disciple who had been talking to him just now said "Hmph!" to the sky, and he didn't know whether he agreed or not.

Wang Su was bored, so he had to pout and wave with a few brothers in the lower courtyard. Everyone was interested, and followed Wang Su to turn around and walk towards the mountain.

Fang Zhongjin hurried up the mountain with them. But his mind still stayed on the chair at the bottom of the mountain, on the identity of the young man.

The young man in front of him looked weak, he tried it with a loose ball, and thought that he really had no martial arts.

Could it be that this young man could be the owner of the Inhuman Pavilion?

When Fang Zhongjin first went to Huashan, although he didn't see the face of the owner of the Inhuman Pavilion, he heard him say a few words.

The voice of the owner of the Inhuman Pavilion did not contain a trace of internal force at all, if it was not intentionally hidden, it was a person who did not know martial arts.

And the young man sitting on the bamboo chair right now is also a person who doesn't know martial arts. And it is obvious that he has a noble status, and he is extremely well protected by those disciples who are in charge of the family.

On these two points, the owner of the Inhuman Pavilion coincides with the young man on the bamboo chair sedan chair.

But there are also some weirdness.

Although the owner of the Inhuman Pavilion did not have internal strength in his words, he could tell that he was a very confident person.

He and Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan, had a few words back and forth. As a young man, he is called a brother to a person like the head of Huashan, and he does not see a trace of weakness.

And the young man sitting on the chair sedan chair seemed to have seen through the red dust early. His face was pale, his eyes were deep, and he looked lifeless.

In addition, when the loose ball fell, the panicked look on his face was difficult to fake.

With his expression just now, it is not the same as a careerist with a mysterious identity, who can mobilize many people and horses, and can stir up storms and waves in the rivers and lakes.

Whether these two young people are the same person or not, Fang Zhongjin is really unsure. Although he slowly ascended the mountain with a few lower court disciples, he had already made up his mind in his heart that he must find an opportunity to explore the young man's old background.

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