A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

When Duan Rong stood in the stance, he was like a tireless machine, standing straight until midnight.

But tonight, he had only stood for about an hour when someone suddenly called him.

"Duan Rong, disperse your energy!"

Duan Rong heard the voice was quite familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Duan Rong frowned, looked up to the sky, and exhaled all the white air in his mouth, then he looked over.

Not far away, the lanterns hanging under the eaves cast a dim light and shadow over, and in the half-bright and half-dark light and shadow, Duan Rong recognized the face.

"It's Master Zhao Mu!"

Duan Rong's face was slightly happy. After all, Zhao Mu had taught him for three months, and he was also a good person.

Duan Rong didn't recognize Zhao Mu's voice at the first time because Zhao Mu spoke in a deep voice just now, which was completely different from his usual easy-going attitude.

"Is this Duan Rong?"

A low voice suddenly sounded behind Zhao Mu.

Duan Rong then noticed that there was a person standing in the sparse shadows of the trees behind Zhao Mu.

This person had thick eyebrows and a beautiful nose, a strong chin, and tightly pursed lips. He looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, at most one or two years older than Duan Rong.

"Yes, Mr. Luan. He is Duan Rong." Zhao Mu answered the man respectfully.

Zhao Mu's respectful attitude towards the man surprised Duan Rong slightly.

The man took a step forward, glanced at Duan Rong, and said coldly: "Duan Rong! Come with me to the inner courtyard!"

"Inner courtyard? Now? What for?"

At this time, asking him to go to the inner courtyard, why did Duan Rong feel that it was not right!

The man frowned, obviously not intending to answer Duan Rong's question.

"If I ask you to go, you go, what's the problem?" Zhao Mu urged from the side.

Duan Rong kept muttering in his heart, but his feet still stood still.

"If you don't want to go by yourself, I can break your legs and let Zhao Mu carry you!" There was a hint of anger in the man's voice.

"I didn't say I wouldn't go!" Duan Rong immediately changed his words.

This man obviously came with bad intentions. Seeing that Zhao Mu obeyed his words, he must be a powerful character. As the saying goes, a good man doesn't suffer a loss in front of him. There is no need to argue with him here.

Besides, the inner courtyard is a confidential place of Yuanshun Escort Agency. Even the escorts are not qualified to enter without being summoned.

Not only the shopkeeper of Yuanshun Escort Agency, Ruan Fengshan's family are in the inner courtyard, but also the account office and sealed warehouse are in the inner courtyard.

The sealed warehouse not only stores the operating silver of Yuanshun Escort Agency, but also the customers' entrusted escorts will be temporarily stored in the sealed warehouse.

There are three keys to the sealed warehouse, one in the hands of the shopkeeper Ruan Fengshan, one in the hands of the chief boss Luan Jingfu, and one in the hands of the chief accountant Xu Shouxian.

Although the sealed warehouse is in the inner courtyard, no one knows its specific location except these three people!

At this hour, he was asked to go to the inner courtyard, there must be something wrong.

But I don't know whether it's good or bad?

Duan Rong followed the man and Zhao Mu, walked through the martial arts field, and went to the inner courtyard!

Duan Rong suddenly found that the man was not wearing the clothes of a bodyguard or a leader, but a black dress with a trim!

Duan Rong's thoughts were rolling. Who is this person?

Duan Rong suddenly had a flash of thought in his mind. Zhao Mu just called him Mr. Luan.

This person must be the only son of Luan Jingfu, the head of Yuanshun Escort Agency - Luan Bao!

What happened in the inner courtyard that had something to do with him? It turned out that the son of the head of the head came to take him there personally!

Duan Rong's doubts were even greater!

He thought about his recent actions, found a few points that were easy to be attacked, and thought about his words in advance...

After a while, the three of them came to the door of the inner courtyard.

At the entrance of the inner courtyard, lanterns were hung high, and four guards in tight clothes holding knives stood inside and outside. Duan Rong couldn't help but get a little nervous when he saw the strict defense.

Luan Bao brought Duan Rong to a building, and saw the candlelight inside the door shining brightly, as bright as day. The bright yellow light shone out of the door, almost illuminating half of the courtyard.

Under the eaves, two lanterns were hung, and the light illuminated a plaque under the eaves. There were three vigorous characters on it, Juyi Hall, which were illuminated brightly.

Duan Rong's heart beat violently, and he felt more and more that something was wrong.

This situation...

How did it look like they were going to mess with him?

At this time, Zhao Mu actually retreated at the door and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

Luan Bao pushed Duan Rong, and the two of them stepped over the threshold and walked in together.

Duan Rong suppressed the throbbing of his heart, pursed his lips tightly, and looked into the house.

In the middle of the hall, with a six-fold brocade screen with a tiger roaring in the mountains as its back is leaning against it, there is a tall wide chair, on which a white tiger skin is spread, and a middle-aged man of about forty is sitting.

This man is dressed like a scholar, wearing a loose brown silk dress, with a slightly fat face, a yellow face and no beard.

Under the tall wide chair are two rows of imperial chairs.

There is one person sitting at the top of each of the two rows of imperial chairs on the left and right.

Sitting in the upper right seat is a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. He has a circle of beard on his face, high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and a forehead wrinkle on his forehead, which runs through his forehead like a knife.

No mistake, one poem, one post, one content, one book, one bar!

And the person sitting in the upper left seat is Xiao Zongting!

Duan Rong felt relieved when he saw Xiao Zongting was there too.

Although they had not been together for a long time, Duan Rong could still feel the righteousness that emanated from Xiao Zongting's bones and his sincere desire to cultivate him.

As soon as Luan Bao entered the room, he walked silently to the right, behind the gloomy middle-aged man, holding a knife and standing behind him.

Duan Rong's heart skipped a beat, and he took a look and immediately guessed that this gloomy middle-aged man was probably the head of Yuanshun Escort Agency - Luan Jingfu.

Looking at the seating arrangement in the hall, isn't it clear who is on the tall and wide chair?

Xiao Zongting glanced at Duan Rong and said, "Duan Rong, why don't you greet the shopkeeper and Mr. Luan!"

Duan Rong's heart warmed slightly. Xiao Zongting was reminding him who the people in the hall were, so as not to let him be rude!

Duan Rong immediately stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said loudly: "Apprentice Escort, Duan Rong, greet the shopkeeper!"

"Greetings to the chief instructor, Mr. Xiao!"

"Greetings to the head of the Escort Agency, Mr. Luan!"

Duan Rong bowed three times in a row, paying homage to each one, and he was not at all nervous!

Xiao Zongting was slightly startled. This kid was more capable than he thought.

Duan Rong was no longer nervous at this time. He was afraid of nothing!

Who has more eggs than the other?

Although Duan Rong paid homage to each of them one by one, the order in which he paid homage was Ruan Fengshan, Xiao Zongting, and Luan Jingfu.

This is very particular!

You know, the status of the chief leader is obviously higher than that of the chief instructor.

But Duan Rong’s homage was not justified by anyone.

After all, Xiao Zongting was the chief instructor and he was an apprentice escort, so they had the status of teacher and student.

As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. Who can say that he did something wrong in respecting teachers!

But Luan Jingfu's face was obviously cold, his eyes sunken in his eye sockets, emitting a cold light, staring at Duan Rong, and asked in a deep voice: "Duan Rong, are you selling paintings on West Street?"

Duan Rong's heart was slightly shocked, and he turned his head to look at Xiao Zongting.

Xiao Zongting met his eyes and said expressionlessly: "Just answer truthfully."

Duan Rong looked at Luan Jingfu and said: "Yes, it happened."

"Did a murder almost happen on the street at 3 pm today?"

Duan Rong's heart jumped, and he finally understood what this situation was.

He immediately explained: "When we were queuing, something did happen. But fortunately, there was no danger, and no murder happened!"