The morning light was dim, and the Shaolin Martial Arts Hall was already full of enthusiasm at this time.

After seeing Wang Xiaohu's transformation and Fang Ming's profound internal skills, the reputation of Shaolin Martial Arts Hall became more and more famous. Before dawn, there were young and strong men who worked hard on the school field. They did not dare to slack off at all, and only hoped to be able to catch Fang Ming's eye and achieve magical skills.

Not only them, even the two trainees invited had this kind of mind and worked harder.

Unfortunately, there are many mediocre people in the world. Fang Ming took a few casual glances and was all unbearable. There were not even those who could catch half of Wang Xiaohu's qualifications, so he naturally had the intention of accepting disciples.

"Hello!" "Hello!"

At this time, Fang Ming was wearing a moon-white gown, holding an exquisite purple clay tea in his hand, which was filled with strong fragrant tea. In the middle of the dragon and tiger steps, the apprentices and servants around him bowed and bowed, and there was a faint sense of awe-inspiring demeanor on his body, which easily made people ignore his real age.

"Um!"

Fang Ming looked calm, hummed and said hello in various ways, wandering around in the martial arts hall.

Suddenly, he paused and saw a mark in the corner of the wall.

"Alas... the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop..." Fang Ming sighed, and saw that there was no one on the left and right. His figure suddenly jumped, and it was more than two feet above the ground. His toes lightly hit the wall a few times, and he jumped to the top of an ancient tree outside the courtyard like a wild geese.

After turning on a piece of dry dead tree bark, a plain white note fell on Fang Ming's hand.

"Hope is not a big deal!"

Fang Ming walked back to his room and spread it out casually. The plain white paper contained a faint fragrance, and his handwriting was graceful and elegant, obviously from the hands of a woman.

‘If the situation changes, contact the Divine Sword Cult immediately and be sure to investigate all matters related to the Dajiang Alliance!!!’

There was only one line of words on the note, but the tone was extremely urgent, and it even had an undeniable smell.

"Dajiang League? What does the Divine Sword Cult have to do with it?"

Fang Ming touched his chin, suddenly opened the window, and shouted to the outside: "Call Teacher Lin!"

Not long after, Teacher Lin stood respectfully in front of Fang Ming and stood in a stern hand: "Master, are you looking for me?"

Since seeing Fang Ming's kung fu and being taught several Arhat Fist, this man has been devoted to Fang Ming, and what Fang Ming values ​​is the experience of coach Lin struggling locally for many years.

"Well! What big thing happened in the recent Yanghe County martial arts world?"

Fang Ming sipped into the purple clay pot and asked slowly.

"Yanghe County Martial Arts?" Teacher Lin was stunned. Although their martial arts school is also part of the martial arts world, it actually has little involvement and the circle is relatively closed.

However, the owner of the museum has his own destiny, so he naturally knows everything.

"If you talk about a big event, Jin Chonghu, a famous flower-picking thief in Kangzhou, was arrested in Sanhe City and arrested. The Qingsong Swordsman also defeated the eight masters of the Yanggu Gang in a row. He was in full swing and was respected as the number one master of the young generation in the Yanghe martial arts world. It was a first-class event!"

People in the world naturally talk about this kind of news, and Teacher Lin naturally cannot avoid the common people. On the contrary, Fang Ming turned a blind eye to the outside world, and the news seemed a little lagging behind.

"Is there any more?" Fang Ming's brow frowned slightly.

"And..." Teacher Lin's eyes suddenly lit up and he slapped his high fives: "The Changhe Gang issued an announcement that he will join the Dajiang League in three days, and Yuantong Hand Yu Pei will serve as the guardian of the law!"

"Dajiang League? Changhe Gang?"

Fang Ming's eyes lit up, but his tone was still careless: "Isn't the leader of the Yu Gang severely injured by Elder Huo Qing of the Dajiang League? Why did he suddenly recover and do this amazing move?"

"I heard that it was the credit of the Young Hero of the East. He was more face than the sky, and he was able to invite the immortal immortal in Changchun. When his skillful hands rejuvenate, the leader of the Jade Gang naturally cured the disease... And, in order to resolve the grudges between the two sides, the Young Hero of the East also ran around and put in a lot of efforts, which was just like the sky! Everyone in the world would have to praise a good man after hearing this!"

Teacher Lin looked a little furious, and suddenly his mind moved again: "The owner of the museum is also named Dongfang. Isn't it related to that young man?"

"You've done a good job, go ahead and I'll teach you a few more tricks in the evening!"

Fang Ming asked several more times, and after confirming that there was no other news from Teacher Lin, he sent Teacher Lin away with a happy face.

"What does this have to do with the Divine Sword Sect?"

To be honest, since the last time, Fang Ming has been very disgusted with the Divine Sword Sect, but Xuan Zhendao behind him is helpless and he is helpless.

Before Fang Ming could figure out what reason to contact Lian Ruyi, Teacher Lin, who had left before, suddenly returned.

"Owner, there is a servant outside who sends a famous post!"

Teacher Lin's expression was very strange, and he seemed to have envious expressions on his face.

"Um?"

Fang Ming felt a little strange, and took the famous post and took a look.

The pink famous post has a powdery aroma, which is breathtaking, and there are several lines of beautiful small characters written: "The little concubine dances butterfly, and I'm going to have a little wine. I'm going to invite the owner of the Oriental Pavilion to gather!"

In the lower right corner of the famous post, there are several embroidered golden peony marks, which are exquisite and gorgeous, making Fang Ming feel familiar.

"Diewu, who is this?" Fang Ming felt a vague premonition in his heart.

"If you want to say that this Butterfly Girl is the top leader in Piaoxiang Garden. I feel sorry for her when she heard about her beauty. Although she is not among the three famous masters, she is also one of the six little immortals in the Fengyuexing in Yanghe County. She can't even meet anyone. Now she is specially invited to gather the owner... I guess she heard that the owner is young hero and admires her..."

Teacher Lin smiled a little obscenely, which was the expression of a man that Fang Ming often saw in some venues in his previous life.

"Well! Just go and see it!"

Fang Ming put away the famous post and gave Teacher Lin a 'you understand' expression.

‘We’ve all come together! It seems that something big happened recently that I don’t know!’

Fang Ming sighed in his heart, and at the same time he admired Lian Ruyi for coming.

Taking the brothel yard as the base is indeed an excellent cover. Just like today, I am sending famous posts to Enke, which is natural and no one can speak.

...

At night, Fang Ming changed into a brocade robe and came to Piaoxiangyuan with a swagger.

He was young and rich, at least he had a large foundation as a martial arts school, and was full of energy and had no family. He was still lustful and jealous. It was nothing strange to come to this venue.

I entered the back door twice before, but I didn’t feel that, now I looked from the main door, but I saw the bright lights, all kinds of voices, dogs and horses, the signs of luxury, and the crazy bees, waves and butterflies, laughter and teasing, which complement each other.

"This young master is here for the first time? Can you introduce it?"

As soon as I entered the hall, the warm fragrance blew on my face, and a beautiful woman with a romantic figure had already greeted her.

"I have an appointment!"

Fang Ming handed over the pink post.

"So it's Young Master Dongfang, please come here!" The beautiful woman's face changed and she respectfully invited Fang Ming to the second floor.

There is more tranquility here than in the hall. The screens and bead curtains everywhere seem to cut the entire floor into independent worlds, with the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras constantly, and the sound of men and women's demise is constantly heard.

If it were a passionate boy, he would probably be blushed directly, but Fang Ming was a tried-and-era man in his previous life, and his expression remained unchanged at all, which made the beautiful women in front of him secretly accept it.

"Young Master, please stay here for a while. I'll inform Miss Butterfly immediately!"

After taking Fang Ming to an extremely luxurious private room, the beautiful woman giggled and left. Shortly after she left, several pretty maids came in and placed a plate of fragrant and exquisite dishes.

Xiangfeng laughed sweetly, and several pairs of weak and boneless jade hands were slowly kneading all over his shoulders, and there was no discomfort in any way. The two girls on the left and right had already sat next to Fang Ming, and he didn't need to do it. As long as Fang Ming's eyes passed, there would naturally be fine wine and food to his mouth.

These maids have obviously received special training. Not only are they extremely skilled in massage, but they also have extremely sharp eyes. The choice of dishes is not bad at all, giving Fang Ming an ultimate enjoyment.

While eating, there was a beautiful music coming from behind the screen, just like a fairy music, which made people intoxicated.

"Ah... the world's wealth and honor kill people!"

Even if he has no experience, Fang Ming knows that the manpower, material resources, and even financial resources required to cultivate this team must be an extremely terrifying number.

Since we are so focused on excellence, it is natural that Piaoxiangyuan's market is in great shape and will last forever.

After eating and drinking, a maid gave her ginseng tea and rinsed her mouth. Then she drank the tea. It was as color as amber and had fragrance on her teeth and cheeks. Although Fang Ming had no research on tea ceremony, he also knew that it must be much more advanced than the top-quality tea leaves he had entered in his martial arts hall.

While he was tasting tea, the maids and musicians had already bowed gracefully.

In an instant, everything was quiet, and only Fang Ming was left in the room.

"I am late to dress up and neglect my distinguished guests. Please forgive me!"

A beautiful and charming voice like a yellow oriole came, and Fang Ming then saw a beautiful woman who turned out from behind the screen.

She was wearing a light gauze, vaguely revealing her ivory-like legs and white jade-like skin. She had a graceful body, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and she had a romantic mole on the corner of her mouth. She smiled before she could speak. The two dimples were sweet and intoxicating. As she approached her, a fragrance had already lingered on Fang Ming's nose, which was breathtaking.

"This should be Miss Butterfly? I wonder what happened when I summoned me to come?"

Fang Ming had not yet figured out the other party's tricks and asked cautiously.

"Please rest assured that Young Master, I am Sister Lian's member!"

Die Wu smiled, "No one can hear us at this time!"

"Of course I feel relieved, even the Dharma Protector?"

"Hehe... Please come with me first!"
Chapter completed!