Since Fang Zhongjin abandoned Wen Congwu, he has never been fooled so thoroughly.

He was dragged all the way by the monk Hongji to the foot of Songshan Mountain, but at the last moment he found out that the "Bodhi Lock" he was carrying was a fake at all!

Fang Zhongjin didn't know which master of the Shaolin Temple was the master of the monk Hongji, but one of his plans was to turn Fang Zhongjin around.

From this moment on, Fang Zhongjin was in awe of this master who had not yet met in the Shaolin Temple, and he also left a sense of vigilance.

Now that the Bodhi lock has returned to the Shaolin Temple, there are naturally many masters who take turns to guard it.

If an outsider rashly breaks in, even if he hits the relationship with Hongji, it is impossible to get the Bodhi lock smoothly.

Since he has no chance with the "Bodhi Lock" for the time being, Fang Zhongjin does not plan to waste his mind on this matter, so he can only slowly figure it out in the future.

He remounted his fast horse and hurried back to Huashan day and night.

Although this time it was a natural hazard in Huashan, he was also familiar with it. Since there was no need to hide his strength in front of people, this winding and high stone path quickly disappeared behind Fang Zhongjin like a white chain.

It wasn't until he stepped on the last step in front of the mountain gate that he put away his light work and walked forward slowly.

When the disciple who was guarding at the gate of the mountain saw the visitor, he was tall and long, with straight shoulders and backs. The end is to wear the clothes of Huashan disciples going down the mountain to do business.

It's a pity that the face of this oncoming person is black and gray, and he can't see his face clearly.

A disciple pushed the person next to him with his elbow and asked, "Who is that senior brother?" ”

The disciple next to him also stared suspiciously at Fang Zhongjin's figure coming from afar, looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally said, "It won't be 'Tuo Nan Sheng', right?"

Originally, the disciple suddenly came to his senses and said, "That disciple of the lower courtyard who went down the mountain to deliver the message?" Okay...... What day is today? The messenger of the letter sent him and he did not come back! See if the president of foreign affairs does not punish him?"

That disciple was originally Fang Zhongjin's young and promising peer in the sect, maybe he was still a disciple of the face.

But as soon as I heard that he was just an outer disciple, he was the last one who went out to run errands and didn't come back. He relaxed his posture slightly, and his face showed a look of schadenfreude.

A disciple next to him said, "Today, it seems to be March 30, and April has not yet arrived! This boy was lucky enough to be able to rush back to the mountain on the last day." ”

At this time, Fang Zhongjin had already approached, and said to the two disciples: "Two senior brothers, I am a disciple of the lower courtyard 'Tuo Nansheng'. He was ordered to go down the mountain, and now he has returned from his mission. I was about to rush to the Foreign Affairs Institute to return. ”

The two gatekeeper disciples looked at him playfully, and the last disciple nodded and said, "Hurry up." If it's too late, you'll be punished. ”

Fang Zhongjin also ignored the expressions of the two of them, and strode towards the Huashan faction.

This matter of going out to deliver letters does not need to work Huashan to be in charge. So he went straight to the Foreign Affairs House to report.

When the disciples of the Foreign Affairs Academy saw that there were still people returning to the mountain gate so late, they asked casually: "Why did you come back so late? Where did you go to deliver the letter? Can you deliver the letter? It can't be that you are playing outside? If you are found to have caused trouble, some of you will be punished." ”

Fang Zhongjin said lightly: "I went to deliver a letter to the old man of Tianshan Demon. The letter has been delivered. It's just because the place is too far away that I came back late, and I didn't go out to play and get into trouble. ”

Hearing this, the disciple of the Foreign Affairs Academy gasped and asked, "Where are you going?"

Seeing Fang Zhongjin nodded, the disciple of the Foreign Affairs Academy warned him and said, "You'd better not lie, otherwise you will be punished!"

After that, he turned around and entered the inner room, and after a while, he came out again and said to Fang Zhongjin: "The foreign affairs dean is waiting for you inside." Remember a piece of advice from my senior brother, now confess that I will suffer at most flesh and blood, if I am stubborn and want to lie, it will not be so easy to get out!"

This look on his face was like a warning to a naughty boy who didn't know the severity.

Fang Zhongjin only nodded to him, and then strode into the back room.

The disciple didn't show a panicked look when he saw him until this moment, as if he was doing his own thing, so he snorted at his back, and said in his heart: "Guy who is bent on death, no matter how kind I am, how can I save it?"

When Fang Zhongjin walked into the back room, Lao Jiang, the dean of foreign affairs who was always cautious and suspicious, was already pacing back and forth in the room irritably.

As soon as he saw Fang Zhongjin coming in, he immediately stopped and asked angrily, "Tuo Nansheng, a disciple of the lower courtyard, was punished for gathering a crowd to fight and went to the old man of the Tianshan Mountain to deliver a letter?"

He asked so many questions in a row. Fang Zhongjin just arched his hand and said, "It's the disciple!"

Jiang Cheng was so angry that he laughed, nodded and praised: "Okay, the heart is tough." It's a good piece of material for martial arts. Let me ask you, you said that you have already been to the Tianshan Mountains and completed the mission of delivering letters?"

Fang Zhongjin said again: "Uncle Chang praised. The disciple has indeed fulfilled his mission. ”

This time, Jiang Cheng really wanted to look up to the sky and laugh. I don't know if this "Tuo Nan Sheng" is really a problem with his head, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. Or is it still a dead duck with a hard mouth, and he refuses to tell the truth.

Jiang Cheng glared at Fang Zhongjin fiercely, walked back to his big desk, pressed his hands on the table, leaned forward and said sharply: "Who are you and Jiang Cheng, who are you fooled by you like this? Who is the old man of Fu Mo? You are a disciple of the lower courtyard who went easily, and you can come back easily? If you still lie, I will pass on the law guarding the academy and let you see the rules of the Huashan faction!"

When Fang Zhongjin heard this, he said curiously: "Why does Uncle Jiang think that if I honestly go to find the old man who is Fu Demon, I will definitely not be able to come back alive? Since you know that I will definitely not be able to come back alive, why do you want to send me again? Could it be that he wants to take the opportunity to get rid of me?"

Jiang Cheng coughed angrily at this. He couldn't breathe a sigh in his chest, and coughed as he said, "What did you say...... Ahem...... What bastards! You should ...... Ahem...... If you are a nominal disciple, you can ...... Ahem...... Is it so presumptuous!"

In the end, he was suffocated until his face turned red, and he still couldn't express the anger in his heart, so he casually picked up a paperweight on the desk and slammed it towards Fang Zhongjin.

Jiang Cheng is among several fellow brothers, and his kung fu is not outstanding. But because he has the most popular personality with the head Qiu Songhe, he has been doing the fat difference of the dean of foreign affairs steadily.

A stone paperweight wrapped in anger and wind spun rapidly and smashed towards Fang Zhongjin's front door.

That Fang Zhongjin was motionless, seeing that his two front teeth were smashed out, and it was inevitable that he would have a long nosebleed.

But when Jiang Cheng looked up again, the paperweight flew out next to Fang Zhongjin's ear and slammed into the door.

Jiang Cheng blinked incredulously. Could it be that he really wasted his martial arts to such an extent that he even smashed a person? "Tuo Nansheng" obviously didn't move, why did he smash the paperweight at the door in the blink of an eye?

Jiang Cheng stared at the paperweight on the ground, and his face was feverish. Then I saw a shoe appear next to the paperweight. It turned out to be a man who strode in. He also jokingly said as he walked: "Senior Brother Jiang, why is your temper so big? I will be stoned to death by you as soon as I come." ”