Yin Ping immediately turned his head and looked around. When he saw Chen Jiarong, he also showed a warm smile and walked up to meet him.
"Haha, Master Jia Rong, long time no see." Yin Ping said, cupping his fists.
"Why, are you here to see my master again?" Chen Jiarong said.
Yin Ping showed a slightly embarrassed expression and said with a smile: "Haha, I'm ashamed to say that last time I went to Fanhuamen, I was taught by Mr. Ling and made a big breakthrough in mysticism. However, I didn't see him after several visits to the gate.
Mr. Ling."
Hearing this, Chen Jiarong smiled: "Master is too busy on weekdays, but you are here by chance today. Master is meditating on the top of the mountain and will return to the door at sunset."
"Ah? Really? That's great, Master Jiarong. I really don't know how to thank you. The last time I met Mr. Ling, it was with your help. You are really my noble man."
Chen Jiarong waved his hand and smiled: "We are all martial arts practitioners, why should we be so polite? You have come from the mainland so many times and you have a good intention. Please help if you can."
In fact, Yin Ping has come to Fanhuamen at least five or six times. Except for the second time when Chen Jiarong helped bring him in, he never had the chance to see Ling Chongjue again.
In the world of mysticism, Ling Chongjue was almost the number one in southern China, and the development of mysticism was mainly in the south, so Yin Ping sincerely asked for advice.
It's just that he is the strongest hunter in the Crimson Fire Regiment, but no one buys him when he comes to the Fanhua Sect. Ling Chongjue is busy with formation formation on weekdays, and the disciples in the sect ignore him again and again.
It can be said that Yin Ping also received a lot of cold looks and cold faces when he came to Fanhuamen.
However, despite this, he still insisted on coming, hoping to meet Ling Chongjue. You must know that for a mystic practitioner, it is a great honor to be able to meet this leader in the mystical world.
So when Chen Jiarong said this, Yin Ping was moved in his heart. He said with a grateful face: "Master Jiarong, I... I really don't know how to express my gratitude. In this way, whenever you encounter any problems in the mainland, I, Yin
Ping will definitely help with all his strength!”
Chen Jiarong nodded when he heard this: "Haha, Mr. Yin is too polite. By the way, I remember you are in... a hunting group?"
"Yes, our Red Fire Group still has a certain reputation in the hunting world. If Master Jiarong needs a beast soul, I, Yin Ping, will never refuse." Yin Ping said.
Chen Jiarong laughed: "Hahaha, I'm serious. If I need anything from Fanhua Sect, I will buy it at the same price. How can I take advantage of others?"
"That's natural. With the strength and financial resources of Fanhua Sect, a mere beast soul doesn't matter. The mystical skills of Fanhua Sect disciples alone are already priceless treasures!"
Hearing Yin Ping's words, Chen Jiarong felt very proud. I have to say that Yin Ping's ability to talk is really as good as anyone's. Chen Jiarong was able to coax him into laughter with just a few words.
Chen Jiarong smiled and said: "Haha, Mr. Yin is very good at talking. Let's do this. Don't wait here. How about going to my temple for a cup of tea? I happen to have something to talk to Master about. I will take you there in a while.
"
"Ah? Then..., haha, then I would rather obey your orders than be respectful."
The two of them walked into Chen Jiarong's Gongfang. Yin Ping looked around and couldn't help but be envious, saying that although the Red Fire Group also had strong financial resources, compared to Chen Jiarong's Gongfang, his Gongfang was inferior.
The decoration in the palace is extremely elegant, with mahogany tables, chairs, screens and beds. You can tell at a glance that the wood is made of precious materials. However, the most expensive thing about Yin Ping's palace is some gold and silver carvings, which are vulgar in comparison.
Too much.
Chen Jiarong then asked his servants to serve a pot of tea, and the two of them had a pleasant conversation. Chen Jiarong felt panicked, and naturally he felt much better now that he was chatting with others. In addition, Yin Ping was very good at talking, and almost all
Talking about it, the two of them chatted for nearly an hour without realizing it.
"Haha, Mr. Yin is also young and promising. This Red Fire Group is also one of the top hunting groups in China. It is not easy for you to support the entire hunting group at your age." Chen Jiarong said.
"Brother Jiarong is ridiculous. We are all making a living in the world. There is no achievement at all. The real achievements must be said to be achievements in martial arts or mystical arts. There is a huge difference between me and Brother Jiarong."
." Yin Ping said.
Chen Jiarong waved his hand: "Hey, that's not right. My strength is only dependent on the teachings of my family, but Deputy Captain Yin relies on himself. Now you and I are friends. You are welcome to come to Fanhuamen often in the future."
"Really? That's great, haha. Brother Jia Rong, I, Yin Ping, am so virtuous and capable that I can be friends with the top disciple of Fanhua Sect." Yin Ping said with a smile.
"Friends make friends all over the world. You don't have to be polite, Deputy Commander Yin." After saying that, Chen Jiarong looked at the time and said, "It's time for Master to come back. How about this, Deputy Commander Yin? I have something important to report to Master. I'll report to you later."
I’ll take you to the master’s study, and you’ll wait outside for a while.”
"It should be, it should be. Brother Jiarong is doing serious business. I'm just talking to Mr. Ling about mysteries. I'm not busy. There's no need to be busy."
The two walked out of the study, and Chen Jiarong took Yin Ping to the door of another attic in the villa. He knocked twice and heard a low but confident voice coming from inside.
"come in."
Hearing the sound, Yin Ping naturally recognized the voice of Ling Chongjue, the master of the Fanhua Sect, and immediately became solemn, stood up straight, and straightened his collar.
Chen Jiarong turned his head and gestured to Yin Ping a few times, meaning to ask him to wait for a while. After all, Chen Jiarong had to report important things first. Yin Ping nodded quickly and motioned for Chen Jiarong to go in first.
Pushing the door open and entering, Chen Jiarong did not forget to close the door.
The study room has a strong book atmosphere. The mahogany tables, chairs, bookcases, even sofas, and coffee tables are all made of mahogany, and they are made of high-quality Hainan yellow rosewood. If we talk about the price, I am afraid that everything will not be less than one million.
Looking at the homes of the rich and powerful, I am afraid that few have such decorations, which are luxurious but low-key, expensive but not ostentatious.
The last time Yin Ping saw Ling Chongjue was in the living room of Fanhuamen. He did not see Ling Chongjue's study. He had previously thought that Chen Jiarong's study room was already very luxurious. If he saw it again, he would probably immediately think that Chihuo Tuan was a
The power of poverty.
Although Chen Jiarong usually has a good status in Fanhua Sect and is the eldest disciple of Ling Chongjue, he still respects his master very much. He pays great attention to his behavior and even etiquette in front of his master.
He cupped his fists and said, "Master, Jia Rong has something to report to you."
In front of the mahogany table, an old man in his seventies sat on the Taishi chair, holding two cloisonné iron balls in his hands. Compared with those art experts who kneaded walnuts, he seemed a little less tacky and more elegant.
The old man has a strong build and looks very inconsistent with his age. His hair is almost completely white and scattered on his shoulders, but it is combed very neatly. Although his face is full of vicissitudes of life, it is full of red and looks very good. His tiger eyes are not angry or intimidating, and even
His spirit is unmatched by young people in their twenties and thirties.
The old man is Ling Chongjue, the master of Fanhua Sect, and the master of Chen Jiarong and Long Aoxue.
In recent years, although Fanhuamen has been known as the number one force in southern China, Ling Chongjue himself has not made any moves.
Since reaching a high level of strength, Ling Chongjue has paid more attention to self-cultivation and cultivation. He does not advocate fighting and fighting, but rather allows his disciples to minimize friction with the outside world and focus more on their own cultivation and the enterprises under his disciples.
Therefore, to the outside world, Ling Chong is just a symbol, but no one has heard of his actions. Some even suspect that Ling Chongjue has retired from the world long ago. Now the real manager of Fanhua Sect is Chen Yongquan. Of course, Ling Chongjue
Don't care about this at all.
Hearing Chen Jiarong's voice, Ling Chongjue opened his eyes slightly. His tiger eyes were filled with endless majesty, but his eyes were soft and kind, which was also a reflection of cultivating his mind.
"Jia Rong, are you back? Didn't you go to Miao territory to find Aoxue?" Ling Chongjue's lips seemed to be slightly open as he spoke, but his words were very clear and confident, and he sounded very shocking.
"Master, I...hey," Chen Jiarong said, kneeling directly in front of Ling Chongjue, "My disciple, you have been embarrassed."
Hearing this, Ling Chongjue opened his eyes slightly, obviously a little surprised by Chen Jiarong's actions.
Chen Jiarong is usually quite mature and steady at Fanhuamen. Although he has his own temper and character, he is still a young man after all. Ling Chongjue understands this very well, so he has never seen Chen Jiarong suddenly kneel in front of him.
"Jia Rong, get up and speak. You are the top disciple of Fanhua Sect. What is this like?" Ling Chongjue said.
However, Chen Jiarong shook his head vigorously, with tears in his eyes: "Master, I am so shameless. This time I went to Miao territory... I have lost the face of Fanhuamen. Please punish me, master."
Ling Chongjue frowned slightly: "Huh? Tell me what is going on."
Chen Jiarong took a deep breath: "This time in Miaojiang, my disciple is in charge of a film and television project under my disciple. This project also has a partner, Lin's Film Company in Fengbei. In line with the interests of the disciple, I
But I didn't expect...that Lin Zichen, the chairman of Lin's Pictures, actually coveted Aoxue's beauty and had evil intentions."
Ling Chongjue raised his head, thoughtful, his expression was as dark as water, but Chen Jiarong still saw a trace of displeasure in the master's expression, and he hurriedly said: "The disciple stopped and warned Lin Zichen, but Lin Zichen not only
He didn’t listen and even hit me!”
"Oh? Jiarong, your strength has reached the peak of Nayuan, right? He is just a businessman, so how can he be your opponent?" Ling Chongjue asked.
Chen Jiarong bit his lip and thought for a while, then said: "Master, have you ever heard of Master Lin? This Chairman Lin is the number one person on the Huaxia Martial Arts Ranking, Master Lin!"
"Lin...Master Lin?" Ling Chongjue's eyes widened with surprise on his face. The number one person on the Tianwu Ranking... It's okay to say that he is an ordinary person and has never heard of it, but he is the number one in the southern mystic arts.
How could you not have heard of this Mr. Lin?
"Master, have you heard of Mr. Lin?"
Ling Chong absolutely ignored Chen Jiarong's words, but fell into deep thought for a short time.
For a moment, Ling Chongjue looked at his disciple and shook his head slightly: "Jia Rong, about this matter... you didn't tell the truth in front of my master, did you?"
Hearing Master's words, Chen Jiarong was stunned and obviously felt guilty.