President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Dragon

In the evening, Qiongong Martial Arts School.

Li Zhan was about to take a rest when he was suddenly startled by a rapid knock on the door.

"Master, it's bad, Senior Brother Wang and the others were beaten!"

A disciple rushed in and reported urgently.

Li Zhan was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Then, he frowned and said, "What's going on? Wang Zhi was beaten?"

The disciple nodded quickly, "Yes, senior brother Wang Xun was beaten first, then senior brother Wang Zhi went to teach him a lesson, but he was also injured.

Later, Senior Brother Liu Yong went to find a place with more than a hundred other brothers, but they were all beaten. "

"What? All were beaten? How were the injuries?"

Li Zhan's expression changed.

"Everyone's hands and feet were broken. Senior Brother Wang Zhi and Senior Brother Liu Yong were the most seriously injured."

"Senior brother Wang Zhi has been disabled, and senior brother Liu Yong has entered the intensive care unit."

After hearing the disciple's answer, Li Zhan's expression darkened instantly.

He asked in a deep voice: "Who is this person? How many people are there? Is he a descendant of a wealthy family in Kyoto?"

The disciple was a little hesitant, "There are...two people in total who took action. Judging from their accents, they shouldn't be locals from Kyoto."

Li Zhan's expression became even more ugly, "There are more than a hundred people, but you can't even defeat two people? Are you all a bunch of losers?"

The disciple lowered his head and said nothing.

He did not dare to say that there was only one person who defeated Liu Yong and his group.

If that were the case, he would probably be scolded even worse.

Li Zhan said coldly: "Send someone to check, I want to know the whereabouts of those two people!

If you dare to hurt my disciples and let them leave Kyoto so easily, where will I put my face? "

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Just when Li Zhan was furious and asked his disciples to look for traces of Shen Zhu, Shen Zhu came to an old courtyard.

The walls of the small courtyard are all made of red bricks. Looking at it under the moonlight, it has a sense of age.

This is not the bustling area of ​​Kyoto. There are no neon lights, only dim street lights.

Under the moonlight and lights, Shen Zhu walked towards the courtyard.

As soon as he reached the door, there was a shining blade in front of him.

"Stop! Who are you?"

A low voice sounded.

In front of Shen Zhu, a middle-aged man in military uniform appeared.

The sharp sword was in the latter's hand.

Watching Shen Zhu with vigilant eyes.

Shen Zhu was not surprised by this scene. As early as when he approached the courtyard, he noticed the hidden gaze.

The man in front of him was very strong and had the fighting power of a quasi-grandmaster.

Such a powerful person is only responsible for guarding the door.

In addition, there are some strong people hidden in the corners of the courtyard, none of them weaker than the person in front of them.

"I'm here to see Mr. Wen, please let me know."

Shen Zhu said softly.

"Meet Duke Wen?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then frowned and looked at Shen Zhu seriously.

Shen Zhu smiled and didn't care.

After a while, the middle-aged man made a gesture to the secret, and immediately other strong men hidden in the secret went to report Wen Xinyuan.

Not long after, the middle-aged man received the message.

He put away his sword and stepped aside to get out of the way, "Meng Wen is in the study, you can pass by."

"Thank you."

Shen Zhu smiled and nodded, then walked towards the courtyard.

The middle-aged man looked at the retreating figure with some surprise in his heart.

For some reason, he had a hunch that if he had taken action just now, he might not be a match for this young man.

After passing through several small courtyards, Shen Zhu came to the inner courtyard.

Wenjie is already waiting here.

Seeing Shen Zhu, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Although Wen Xinyuan's residence is not a top secret, it is not something that everyone can find out.

Shen Zhu's ability to find this place was somewhat beyond his expectation.

"Mr. Shen, I didn't expect you to come unexpectedly. I apologize for not being able to welcome you from afar."

When Shen Zhu approached, Wenjie took two steps forward and said apologetically.

Shen Zhu smiled slightly, "It's just me who came here arbitrarily, how can I forgive you?"

"Mr. Shen, please!"

Wenjie was not too polite. He made a "please" gesture and led Shen Zhu to the study.

In the study, Wen Xinyuan was still working, with a pile of documents on the table.

Shen Zhu glanced at it and saw that most of them were trivial matters between major families.

It can be seen that Wen Xinyuan is collecting information.

It seems that they want to dig out deeper information about each company from these trivial matters.

"My little friend, you must be in an emergency when you come here so late, right?"

Wen Xinyuan put down the document in his hand, looked up at Shen Zhu, and asked softly.

"It's not an urgent matter, I just thought of it suddenly and came over to ask."

Shen Zhu said with a chuckle.

"Oh? I wonder what it is?"

Wen Xinyuan was a little curious.

"I want to know, what do you think of the major martial arts schools in Kyoto?"

Shen Zhu looked at him and said word by word.

"Martial Arts School?"

Wen Xinyuan was startled, and then his expression changed.

Wenjie, who was standing aside without leaving, also changed his expression.

Shen Zhu sat on the chair and had a clear view of the two people's reactions.

Obviously, both Wenjie and Wen Xinyuan have heard about the affairs of Kyoto Martial Arts School.

In this way, Shen Zhu felt even more strange.

Wen Xinyuan wants to clear up the government and the public, but why has he not removed such a huge tumor?

"Xiaojie, go make a pot of tea!"

Wen Xinyuan gave an order.

Wenjie nodded, turned around and went to make tea.

During this period, Wen Xinyuan didn't say another word.

Shen Zhu was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

After a while, Wenjie made tea, first poured a cup for Wen Xinyuan, and then poured a cup for Shen Zhu.

Shen Zhu picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He smiled and nodded, "Well, it's good tea. I didn't expect Mr. Wen to have such good things here.

If you guessed correctly, it should be the tea fruit on the old tree in front of Jinluan Hall, right? "

Wen Xinyuan was startled, "Young man, can you even drink this? Have you ever drank this tea before?"

In front of Jinluan Hall, there is an old tea tree. The specific age is unknown. The only thing that can be determined is that the old tea tree has existed since the establishment of Jinluan Hall.

However, the Jinluan Palace has gone through several countries.

The true age of that old tea tree can be imagined.

The tea fruits produced on it are even more fragrant.

Unfortunately, the quantity is very small and demand exceeds supply.

Wen Xinyuan was able to get part of it because he had served in two dynasties and was an important minister in the court, so he was rewarded with some by the king.

But what about Shen Zhu?

Where did he drink it?

This is not only Wen Xinyuan's doubts, but also Wenjie's doubts.

"By chance, I drank once."

Shen Zhu smiled and nodded.

In fact, he did drink, but more than once.

In the Eighteenth Level of Hell, the ghost old man often drank tea from the old tree, so he naturally followed suit.

In his opinion, the taste is just like that, nothing special, and he doesn't know why these people are so enthusiastic about it.

Even the ghost old man is not immune and often shows off to him with a teacup in hand.

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