Fang Zhongjin and the two disciples of the head of the sect came to the Shoulu Academy of the Huashan Sect.

This Shoulu Academy was originally managed by Elder Gong Yanghui, and Fang Zhongjin had come for the second time.

In fact, Gong Yanghui has always loved and diluted mud.

Although he has been in the Shoulu Academy for more than ten years, he has always been complacent because he is good at turning big things into small things and small things.

Sometimes he drank too much, and he would privately brag to his best friends: "There are more than 1,000 people in Huashan, and there are a lot of thorns."

Can you guarantee that there hasn't been any major incident in more than ten years, and it's not up to me?"

Although this Gong Yanghui is from Huashan, he is very good at playing Tai Chi.

It's just that since Yan Junhao, the previous first disciple of the Huashan faction, suddenly defected, Qiu Songhe, the head of the sect, took his disciple leaving the mountain without permission very seriously.

Not only should the roll call be made every morning, but also the disciples who failed to be named every morning should report their reasons and carefully examine them for correctness.

Gong Yanghui is an easy-going character, and the sentence he believes in the most is "more is better than less".

Qiu Songhe was afraid that he was unreliable as a junior disciple, so he directly sent several of his own personal disciples to him.

On the surface, they said that they were afraid that the Shoulu Academy would not have enough manpower, but in fact, these personal disciples did not regard themselves as outsiders at all.

In the past few days, everything has been meddling and asking about everything.

Even sometimes Gong Yanghui wanted to understand a few trivial things as soon as possible, but he was stopped by Qiu Songhe's personal disciples.

This is a bit of a slap in the face of Gong Yanghui. Anyone who is repeatedly interfered with like this will be unhappy in their hearts. What's more, Gong Yanghui is still their uncle.

But these personal disciples did not have such consciousness, and they still used chicken feathers as arrows every day, and they had to block Gong Yanghui in everything.

That's what happened today.

Early in the morning, it was these personal disciples who tied up the disciples of the lower courtyard one by one, and actually filled the hall of the Shoulu Academy.

Gong Yanghui sat in the Taishi's chair, yawned and said to a disciple standing beside him, "It's early in the morning, what's going on?"

His disciple said with a bitter face: "Master, it's not those senior brothers yet. In the morning, he said that he had named out a disciple of the lower courtyard who was not in the house, and tied them all up and said that they would be interrogated separately one by one.

I also told them that I would keep them in prison and not let them confess together!"

Gong Yanghui rolled his eyes greatly when he heard this.

He has never been too disciplined by the disciples of the lower court, because he knows that these people are all quite wealthy, and several of them have a little young master's temper.

In addition, the martial arts of these people are all counted down in the Huashan faction, and in addition to closing the courtyard door and making small fights on weekdays, they are also peaceful in major matters.

They were a small group of people who were abandoned by the Huashan faction. In this case, why should they be too strict, maybe it will also chill the hearts of the group of rich people under the mountain and reduce their support for the Huashan faction.

Gong Yanghui took a sip of the teacup and asked his disciple again, "Then why are they still kneeling here? Didn't they interrogate? Could it be that today they remembered their identities and wanted to wait for me to interrogate them?"

His disciple gave an embarrassed look at Gong Yanghui, who continued to drink tea. Their master can openly express his dissatisfaction with these posteriors, and his language is full of criticism.

But those of them who are juniors and disciples still don't dare to say anything more to the disciples in charge.

So the disciple said again: "It is said that the people have not been taken yet, and the two senior brothers have gone to invite Senior Brother Fang Zhongjin." ”

Before he finished speaking, his eyes widened, and he was shocked to see his master squirt out a sip of tea.

Gong Yanghui coughed while wiping the water stains on the side of his mouth with his sleeve, and asked, "Even Fang Zhongjin wants to bring it?"

The disciple nodded helplessly.

Gong Yanghui rolled his eyes again.

This Fang Zhongjin is also a person who gives him a headache.

Since he came to Huashan, the page that recorded the past of his precepts was too crowded to write.

Not to mention that a few days ago, even the name of "Tuo Nan Sheng" was crossed out and changed to "Fang Zhongjin".

Gong Yanghui felt that there was a blood vein on the top of his head that was pounding suddenly, causing pain in the whole part of his head.

Sure enough, after a while, Fang Zhongjin swaggered into his precept courtyard.

He no longer blackened his face now, but looked tall and strong, showing talent. Behind the contrast, one of the two head disciples is too fat and the other is too thin, and they don't seem to be able to get on the stage.

Looking at Fang Zhongjin again, he raised his head and walked into the Discipline Academy, looking not only did not look like he was here to be interrogated, but he looked like he was here to interrogate people.

Gong Yanghui hesitated slightly, and said in his heart: Come on! Don't put on too much of a show in front of this kid, I can't say that he will be the head of Huashan in the future.

Thinking of this, Gong Yanghui actually stood up and greeted his disciple in shock.

I only heard Gong Yanghui say: "It's better that several of you are here and your disciples. I've just heard a couple of things here, so let's talk about them. ”

After saying this, he turned to his disciple and said, "Move three chairs here, I'm afraid I will have to ask for a long time today." ”

When his disciple heard this, he cried out yes and went down to move his chairs.

While acting quickly, this disciple couldn't help but praise in his heart: How else can we say that their master is an old fox who can't keep his hands? I'm going to have to learn a lot!

Master Gong Yanghui first used a sentence to say that Fang Zhongjin was a personal disciple sent by the head of the family.

Then Fang Zhongjin's identity changed from a disciple who was "on trial" to a disciple who was "interrogated". lest you accidentally offend the most promising young man in the Huashan faction.

Then use the sentence "I just listened to two sentences" to pick yourself clean.

Fang Zhongjin was born in the lower courtyard, and it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be angry with these disciples of the lower courtyard.

Now all the reasons for kidnapping the "disciples of the lower courtyard" will be cleared, so as not to be hated by Fang Zhongjin again after the incident.

In the end, because the interrogation time was very long, three chairs were moved.

That not only gave Fang Zhongjin face, but also did not make him, his uncle, look too embarrassed and flattering.

It's just that Gong Yanghui's own disciple doesn't have a seat, and he still has to stand next to his master.

Gong Yanghui and his disciples didn't care much.

Fang Zhongjin saw that Gong Yanghui was a master of doing things, and he was also respectful and polite to himself.

He also nodded to him and said, "Uncle Xie is considerate. ”

said this, as if he was praising Gong Yanghui for his ability.

Gong Yanghui was thin-hearted and thick-skinned, so he didn't care at all, and sat down with a smile with Fang Zhongjin.

The other two personal disciples who followed behind Fang Zhongjin had black faces at the same time.

They used to be here in Gong Yanghui, and they were never given a seat.

What's more, Fang Zhongjin was called by them for interrogation at all, why did he still sit down?

In the end, the thinner disciple coughed and said, "Uncle Gong, you are mistaken!"