Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 151 The Ninth House! Zhao Yuming!
"Well, this disciple has just attended the introductory dinner and is full at the moment." Fang Xuan shook his head quickly.

His eyes continued to look.

Sitting on the right, the man is much younger, about thirty or so, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a dignified appearance, and a much neater sitting posture. His waist is straight and he has an air of courage.

Fang Xuan secretly thought that this person should be the head of the Ninth Academy, Zhao Yuming.

He then turned to look again.

On another table, a young man with squinted eyes and raised eyebrows, who looked close to his age, carefully put a bowl of chewed bagasse into a glass vessel and stored it.

Then he sat down at his desk and wrote rapidly on a piece of rice paper.

Even when Fang Xuan came in, he never raised his eyes.

In the end, the only thing left was the girl in green skirt who opened the door, holding a broom and sweeping away the bones and wine bottles on the ground.

"Disciple Long Jing, please see the head of the academy."

"The one sitting on the side is called Linda. You can call me Second Senior Brother Linda! We have a new member in the Ninth House. Why are you still writing so hard? Come over and say hello!"

"Ziyue Ziyue, you have Ziyue all over your head! You have ruined all the people in our ninth hospital!" The sloppy old man was furious and said angrily:

Snapped!
A chicken bone with clean teeth was thrown at Fang Xuan's feet.

"What's the matter with you kid? You worshiped the wrong Buddha and burned the wrong incense when you first entered the temple? This temple looks extraordinary at first glance, how can you recognize the wrong person?"

"This second senior brother seems to be a scholar." Fang Xuan thought to himself, analyzing the personalities of everyone in the Ninth House.

After the words fell, he raised his head and gave Fang Xuan a friendly smile.

"Disciple Long Jing, see the head of the courtyard!" Fang Xuan quickly turned around and raised his hand towards the sloppy old man.

"master!"

"Got it."

The sloppy old man stretched out his greasy hands with black nails, stroked his beard and smiled.

Fang Xuan took a deep breath and cupped his hands towards the majestic man.

Fang Xuan was slightly startled. Is this the head of the Ninth Academy?
If he hadn't told him, he would have thought he was an old refugee who had escaped somewhere.

"Well, let me introduce to you. This is Gu Chang, the senior brother of our Ninth Academy." The sloppy old man pointed at the dignified man beside him.

"That's right."

"Hello, Junior Brother Long." Gu Chang smiled slightly at Fang Xuan.

The sloppy old man, who was slumped in a chair, with his gray hair as messy as straw and picking his feet, stared dissatisfiedly and said:

Linda dropped the chicken bones that fell on her head and said with a dissatisfied look: "This is the love letter I will give to junior sister Ziyue of the Third Hospital tomorrow. If I don't write it tonight, I won't be able to make it tomorrow." !”

"You worthless thing, get out of here quickly and throw away the bagasse as well. It makes me upset!"

Fang Xuan also returned the gift. He glanced at the rice paper from the corner of his eye and saw a crooked line written on it - I just peeked at you from the crowd, but unexpectedly, you scattered like dandelions. From then on, In my world, there are people everywhere.

"Hello, senior brother." Fang Xuan hurriedly returned the greeting.

The sloppy old man grabbed a handful of chicken bones on the table and threw them towards Linda, who was sitting nearby and writing furiously.

Hearing this, the second senior brother felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He quickly picked up a pen and paper, carefully picked up the cup of sugarcane pulp, and went out.

"roll roll roll!"

The sloppy old man glared at the second senior brother, then turned his eyes to Fang Xuan, squeezed out a smile again on his face and said:

"What did you call Long? Forget it, dear disciple, I made you laugh, don't worry about it."

After a pause, he finally looked at the girl in the green skirt and said:
"This is Zhao Zhuzhu, the junior sister who ranked last in our Ninth House before you came here, and I am also my only daughter."

"Of course, after you came, you are now the least qualified."

"Hello, Senior Sister Zhuzhu." Fang Xuan greeted quickly. The girl in the green skirt was stunned for a moment when she heard this, covered her mouth and smiled: "Finally I am not the youngest one anymore. Well, hello, Junior Brother Longjing!"

After some courtesy.

Fang Xuan couldn't help but ask: "Head Zhao, where are the others in our Ninth House?"

"What do you call the head of the courtyard? Master! As for the others?"

Zhao Yuming pointed to Linda who was leaving, "Well, one just left, and the others are all here."

"Are they all here??"

Fang Xuan was stunned when he saw this, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

There are only two or three kittens in the entire Ninth Hospital?

"Dear disciple, you don't understand. The disciples of our Ninth Academy are more valuable than more, just like you. When I look at you, you are a towering and extraordinary person, aren't you?"

Zhao Yuming laughed forcefully, then changed the topic and asked curiously: "By the way, I want to ask you, why did you enter our ninth hospital?"

After hearing this, Fang Xuan quickly handed the letter to Zhao Yuming and said, "Master, this is what you left for my father back then."

"Oh?" Zhao Yuming raised his eyebrows, took the letter from home and read it.

He seemed to have thought of something, and the playful look on his face disappeared.

"It turned out to be an old friend." Zhao Yuming asked, "Is your father still in good health now?"

Fang Xuan shook his head and replied: "Reporting to Master, my father passed away a year ago and traveled to the west."

"Well, birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature." Zhao Yuming sighed softly, feeling a little sad.

But in the blink of an eye, he picked his nose and laughed again.

"It's okay, you have entered our ninth hospital, and we will be a family from now on! As the saying goes, famous teachers make great disciples, and if a teacher is here, he will definitely train you to become a talent! Mr. Gu, do you think what the teacher said makes sense?"

"Master has a great point!"

Fang Xuan was silent for a while, and after a while, he asked: "Master, what kind of skills do we in the Ninth Academy practice?"

"Well," Zhao Yuming waved his hand and said with a dry laugh: "There will be a morning meeting for the teacher tomorrow, and you will know about it."

After saying that, Zhao Yuming did not give Fang Xuan a chance to speak again. He cleared his throat and said, "Zhuzhu, my junior brother has been tired for a long day. Why don't you quickly arrange a house and take him to rest?"

"Junior brother, come with me." Zhao Zhuzhu put down the broom and walked outside.

As the moon rises, the night becomes darker and darker.

The entire Bihaiyun Sect was completely silent.

I could only occasionally hear the sound of Zhao Yuming drinking and punching from the hall nearby.

The bright moonlight poured down from the window like mercury.

After washing up, Fang Xuan put on a clean white shirt and sat cross-legged on the bed with a calm expression.

"Ninth Courtyard" Fang Xuan looked calm, looking through the paper window at the mountains in the distance.

"It seems that the Ninth Court is extremely weak in the Bihaiyun Sect. That's all. That's fine. It's just suitable for me to practice quietly without causing unnecessary problems."

Shaking his head, Fang Xuan slowly closed his eyes, his mind gradually became empty and sank.

at the same time.

In the land of the East China Sea, in an uninhabited sea.

A sea beast that was more than three feet long and had shark-patterned dragon horns suddenly appeared in the dark depths of the sea and slowly opened a pair of scarlet and dark gold eyes.

(End of this chapter)