Fang Yuanluo, who had shaved his beard, folded his hands and sat on the rock, as well-behaved as a little kid who just got out of a private school.
Jiang Su finally understood the meaning of Fang Yuanluo's words just now. Fang Yuanluo, who has shaved his beard... is indeed a little too tender.
With red lips and white teeth, he couldn't believe that he was the deputy leader of the Beggar Gang.
It's not wrong for him to want the contrast to be cute, but the contrast is too big, right? Fang Yuanluo looks like he is ten years younger, and in his current appearance, he doesn't seem to have a weak crown.
Jiang Su couldn't help coughing and asked, "Vice Gang Leader Fang, how old are you..."
Fang Yuanluo was expressionless: "Twenty-six."
Jiang Su: "..."
Forget it, no matter what, Fang Yuanluo now looks a lot cleaner and tidy, and then change into clean clothes, isn't this a proper young son of a noble family? How lovable, who can see it and not like it!
Besides, there is one more thing to remember after the golden words of love. Remember, you will always be a treasure boy/girl who needs to be hugged and held high. It's a little awkward, but now it's alright, and it looks just right.
"It's getting late, let's go back to rest first." Jiang Su coughed and said, "I will find suitable clothes for you tomorrow."
Fang Yuanluo grabbed Jiang Su's sleeve.
"No." Fang Yuanluo's voice trembled, "I can't go back like this."
He, the deputy head of the dignified beggar gang, used to be a mighty and majestic man, but now he has been shaved, and he has to go back to accept the ridicule of the brothers in the gang with this tender face. This is terrible. , he doesn't want to.
Mu Yichuan was originally impatient with Fang Yuanluo who appeared out of nowhere, but now Fang Yuanluo still wants to hang on, he couldn't hold back the resentment in his heart, and whispered, "Why can't you go back like this?"
Fang Yuanluo turned his head to look at him, wanting to cry without tears: "Brother Mu, you don't understand, the whole beggar gang is rough and bold, and I am the only one who cleans it up. People are joking."
Mu Yichuan: "It'd be better if you let them all shave like you."
Fang Yuanluo: "..."
Fang Yuanluo realized.
Excited, he grabbed Mu Yichuan's hand, shook it up and down a few times, and shouted loudly, "Brother Mu, you are truly a genius!"
yes! As long as he makes all the beggar gang disciples like him, then of course he will not be so eye-catching, and naturally no one will laugh at him!
But he also needed a reason, a reason for all the beggar gang disciples to shave their beards, wash their clothes, and pay attention to personal hygiene.
Fang Yuanluo looked at Mu Yichuan again, trying to get a perfect answer from Mu Yichuan.
Mu Yichuan: "Uh... poor but not down and out?"
Fang Yuanluo Chaomu Yichuan compared to Big Brother Thumb.
He got it.
People can be poor, but they can't be poor in spirit. They must live in peace and be happy, and be clean, civilized and polite beggars!
Besides, doesn't Doctor Fu love cleanliness? If he can clean up the beggar gang, then Fu Wenxiao's favorability towards him will skyrocket, so why don't he have a common topic with Fu Wenxiao? As far as this is concerned, it is impossible for him and Fu Wenxiao to have nothing in common!
Fang Yuanluo was so excited that he could not wait to rush back to implement the big plan immediately, but he has always been a man of gratitude. Will you take part in the trial of the sword?"
Mu Yichuan: "Yes."
Fang Yuanluo patted his chest hard: "Don't worry! If we meet tomorrow on Sword Discourse, I will definitely let you win!"
Mu Yichuan: "..."
…
The next day when Jiang Su got together, he heard the chaos outside, as if countless people were shouting.
Many people in the Wulin League gathered around the beggar gang to watch the excitement. Jiang Su was curious, and followed him. It happened that Mu Yichuan also found the sound, and stood by and looked in with him.
Inside, Fang Yuanluo was grabbing a beggar gang disciple to shave his beard. There were several clean-faced beggar gang disciples sitting next to him. Everyone was crying and grimacing, but they didn't dare to resist Fang Yuanluo's atrocities. , I can only wipe away tears and howl a few times, trying to attract the attention of other people in the Wulin League, so as to get help.
The beggar gang disciple Jiaxun was about to cry: "I've had a big beard for twenty years! My mother didn't even let me cut it off!"
The beggar gang disciple Yi thumped his chest and said, "I'm not me anymore! Such a big and handsome me!"
Fang Yuanluo waved the sharp dagger in his hand and answered loudly, "What's wrong with shaving a beard? Let's be a clean beggar gang!"
Jiang Su: "..."
Too stupid to watch.
But he turned his head and looked at Fu Wenxiao, who lived in the next yard, and seemed to be quite happy.
Jiang Su thought for a while, then took the initiative to walk to Fu Wenxiao's side, coughed lightly, and asked, "Dr. Fu got up so early?"
Fu Wenxiao replied, "It's hard to hear such a big noise next door."
Anyway, Jiang Su still remembered his goal to match Fu Wenxiao and Fang Yuanluo. He planned to take this opportunity to test Fu Wenxiao's opinion of Fang Yuanluo's actions, so he stood beside Fu Wenxiao for a while, watching Fang Yuanluo shave again. The beards of the beggar gang disciples, he opened his mouth and asked, "This is the first time I have seen the beggar gang tidy up."
"This is also a good thing." Fu Wenxiao said, "They are usually sloppy, and their beards are filthy, which makes them more likely to get sick."
Jiang Su tentatively asked: "Do you think Deputy Gang Leader Fang has done a good job?"
Fu Wenxiao replied, "It's pretty good."
Fang Yuanluo heard it.
He immediately regained his spirits, and the small dagger in his hand was waving more cheerfully, and his heart was full of trust in Jiang Su. It seemed that he did not find the wrong helper, Jiang Shaoxia is the strongest!
Fu Wenxiao added lightly: "But just shaving a beard is obviously not enough."
Fang Yuanluo made a move.
"They don't like bathing on weekdays." Fu Wenxiao said, "Hair and clothes are very messy, and this is also a place where it is easy to hide dirt."
Fang Yuanluo: "..."
"Whenever there is an epidemic in the rivers and lakes, the beggar gang always affects the most widespread sect." Fu Wenxiao sighed and made a final conclusion, "I think it has nothing to do with their unclean habits."
Fang Yuanluo: "..."
Fu Wenxiao: "No, I just want to help them clean up when I see it."
Fang Yuanluo: "..."
Fang Yuanluo swung the beard-shaven dagger in his hand to show the afterimage. Not only that, he also tugged at the messy hair of one of the beggar gang disciples in disgust, raised his eyebrows and asked, "How long have you not washed your hair?"
The beggar gang disciple stayed for a while, obviously not expecting Fang Yuanluo to ask such a question.
"Go wash my hair for me later." Fang Yuanluo said with a serious expression, "And this body, tsk tsk tsk, it's all sour, hurry up!"
The courtyard was silent for a long time. None of the beggar gang disciples had heard of such an unreasonable request. After a while, one of the beggar gang disciples raised his hand tremblingly and asked in a low voice, "I... I haven't washed my hair for more than half a year. Now, if the washing doesn't go well... What should I do?"
Fang Yuanluo was ruthless: "Shaved."
Beggar Gang disciple: "..."
Fang Yuanluo: "It will be smooth when it grows."
Beggar gang disciple: "...don't shave your head in the first month!"
Fang Yuanluo: "Do you have an uncle! Say more and I'll shave you now!"
Jiang Su's heart was trembling, and he turned to look at Fu Wenxiao with a smile on his lips, as if he was extremely satisfied with what happened in front of him.
Jiang Su faintly felt that something was wrong.
After experiencing the emotional entanglement between Ding Yesheng and Su Changming, Jiang Su no longer dared to look at things with his own eyes. Now, when he saw Fu Wenxiao's smile, he felt that the matter was not that simple. He thought about it more seriously— Fu Wenxiao is a famous doctor in the world, how could Fang Yuanluo successfully pretend to be sick under his nose
Can he be humane, how is his body, Fu Wenxiao can know with a pulse, how could he misunderstand for so many days, and prescribed a bunch of messy medicine to Fang Yuanluo.
Jiang Su finally realized it at this time. He twitched the corners of his mouth, looked sideways at Fu Wenxiao, forced a smile, and asked, "Doctor Fu has long known that Deputy Gang Leader Fang is not sick?"
Fu Wenxiao smiled but said nothing.
Jiang Su: "The medicine you gave him..."
"Since he wants to play, I have to cooperate." Fu Wenxiao said, "Don't worry, it's not a medicine that hurts the body."
Jiang Su sighed: "Then he shaved his beard... and this beggar gang... "
"I didn't expect that." Fu Wenxiao smiled slightly, "But it's a good thing, and I'm happy to see it happen."
Jiang Su: "..."
In the final analysis, Fang Yuanluo Bai is smart, Fu Wenxiao seems to know everything, and the worst is the beggar gang disciples... That's all, asking them to do good personal hygiene is not persecuting them. Should do more.
Seeing that the beggar gang disciples in the courtyard had changed their faces, Fang Yuanluo rushed them to wash their hair and bathe together in the big bathroom outside the Wulin League. Jiang Su felt that the excitement was over and he could stop watching, and he planned to go back to practice. Jian was about to take Mu Yichuan away together, but when he saw Mu Yichuan staring blankly at the chickens and dogs in the courtyard, he asked blankly, "Do they still want to get food like this?"
Jiang Su: "Uh..."
This... that's a good question.
Fu Wenxiao was also stunned. He didn't seem to have considered such a possibility. He paused for a moment, coughed, and said, "It's not a good thing to get something for nothing."
Jiang Su: "..."
Jiang Su subconsciously turned his eyes to Fang Yuanluo in the courtyard.
It's not a good thing to get something for nothing. He couldn't imagine how the whole beggar gang would not be beggars. Such a large gang that has existed for thousands of years could not be dissolved on the spot in Fu Wenxiao's understatement, right
Fortunately, Fang Yuanluo was busy grabbing the disciples of the Beggar Gang to take a bath together at the moment. He didn't hear this sentence, Jiang Su was relieved, and hurriedly took the opportunity to leave here.
Today was the first day of the sword-discussion test, and he rushed to take Mu Yichuan to the sword-discussion test after practicing swordsmanship to show off his skills.
The two happened to pass by Fang Yuanluo. Fang Yuanluo saw Mu Yichuan at a glance, and immediately became interested. He even got close to the two of them, lowered his voice, and said to the two: "Little brother Mu, the trial of the sword. See you above."
Mu Yichuan thought that he was talking ruthlessly, he was only slightly startled, then nodded immediately and said, "I will do my best, and I will never lose to you."
"Of course you won't lose to me." Fang Yuanluo winked, "You are so kind to me, how could you possibly lose to me."
Today, he is very proud of himself, and he can't wait to laugh his eyes into two slits when he speaks, but Mu Yichuan doesn't understand what he means, and Fang Yuanluo doesn't explain much. In the end, he just patted Mu Yichuan on the shoulder. Said: "See you later."
Mu Yichuan: "..."
When Fang Yuanluo led the disciples of the Beggar Gang away, Mu Yichuan turned to look at Jiang Su with a puzzled face: "What does he mean?"
Jiang Su: "I admire your swordsmanship, I feel like I'm going to lose."
"Oh!" Mu Yichuan nodded, "Why is he so insecure."
"If you have time to think about others, you should think more about the next competition." Jiang Su led Mu Yichuan to the competition field of the Wulin League, and said, "I read the list of the sword, your first competition It's time to compete with Ding Yesheng, but Ding Yesheng has already returned to Wanshe Island, the first vacancy is vacant, you can rest for a while."
Mu Yichuan nodded seriously.
Jiang Su stopped and looked back at Mu Yichuan: "Is your injury okay?"
Mu Yichuan continued to nod.
"As long as you don't move your right hand, there will be no problem." He thought for a while, and then added, "Don't worry, I will definitely come first."
"It doesn't matter if it's the first or not." Jiang Su said, "Be careful and get hurt."
Mu Yichuan was stunned for a while, but it was the first time someone had spoken to him like this. After a long time, he regained his senses, nodded vigorously, and whispered, "I see."
…
The trial of swordsmanship is scheduled to take place at the martial arts training ground of the Wulin League. Many disciples of various sects and sects are waiting there early in the morning. After all, this is an annual lively event. Of course, they have to watch the whole thing. , Most of the seniors who are highly respected in martial arts are sitting on the high platform to watch the battle, and the heads of various factions are naturally here.
Jiang Su and the others came early, but there were many people watching them. Mu Yichuan felt very uncomfortable. They found a place to sit down and waited for a while. The number of people around them increased, and Sheng Hechen also came. , but Jiang Su looked left and right, but still couldn't see where Zhang Wenxue was.
For so many years, Jiang Su had never seen Zhang Wenxue late for an important event. He felt that something was wrong, and was about to get up to find Zhang Wenxue. The gongs and drums were beaten on the martial arts arena, and the trial of the sword began.
At this time, Zhang Wenxue appeared.
He looked haggard and seemed to have not slept all night. At first glance, something was wrong. Jiang Su couldn't help but worry more, but before he could go to Zhang Wenxue to ask what happened, Zhang Wenxue had already bypassed the high platform. , it was passed on to Sheng Hechen, and he had something to say to Sheng Hechen.
The two of them seemed to have something important to discuss, so Jiang Su had to continue sitting on the sidelines, just waiting for the end of the competition, and then he went up to ask Zhang Wenxue.
…
Zhang Wenxue boarded the Qixing Tower next to the martial arts field and waited for a while before seeing Sheng Hechen walking forward alone.
Even if the two of them temporarily have the same enemy because of the appearance of Mu Yichuan, they are still somewhat incompatible in private. Sheng Hechen doesn't know why Jiang Su is calling him here, so he is just aloof and polite, asking: "Sect Master Zhang Is there a problem?"
Zhang Wenxue frowned and looked back at him, with a slightly tortured look in his eyes, and said coldly, "I already know."
Sheng Hechen was puzzled: "What do you know?"
"Yesterday, the leader of the Sheng alliance called the heads of various sects to discuss the matter of "invincible". After returning, Zhang went to find a few seniors in the alliance to talk. Zhang Wenxue lowered his eyebrows slightly, "You want my junior brother to go undercover in the Demon Sect, right?" "
Sheng Hechen was stunned. Although Jiang Su had already agreed to this matter, he couldn't be ruthless, and he hadn't really decided yet, so he never announced the matter when he was discussing with the heads yesterday. There was still a way, he didn't expect Zhang Wenxue to know about this in advance, and in the face of Zhang Wenxue's questioning, he could only shake his head and said, "I haven't decided yet—"
"What kind of person Xie Zeli is, and what kind of thoughts he has towards my junior brother, you don't know." Zhang Wenxue raised his eyebrows, and his face rarely showed such a stern look on his face, "He is a lewd and ruthless person, do you think if you send him away? When my junior brother enters the Demon Sect, can he come back alive?"
Sheng Hechen took a step back, shook his head again, and said, "I said it, I haven't thought about it yet."
"You haven't made up your mind yet?" Zhang Wenxue took a deep breath, "Then let me ask you, besides my junior brother, do you have other candidates?"
Sheng Hechen's eyes wandered, and he didn't know how he could answer.
He didn't want to admit it, but Zhang Wenxue was right. In this river and lake, apart from Jiang Su, he couldn't think of a second person who would be suitable for going undercover in the Demon Sect.
He could only avoid Zhang Wenxue's gaze and murmured what was in his heart.
"Undercover people need extremely high martial arts skills to protect themselves." Sheng Hechen said, "Xie Zeli is suspicious by nature. If he were an ordinary person, he might not be able to enter the Demon Sect, and he would die under his sword."
He didn't know if Zhang Wenxue had heard it, and he didn't want to justify his actions. He just muttered to himself and thought in his heart... In this arena, who else is qualified for this role.
In the right way, most of the people with high martial arts are famous. Xie Zeli will definitely not believe if these people join the demon sect, and most of them have low martial arts. If they enter the demon sect, they will never return.
He could only think of Jiang Su, who was highly skilled in martial arts, and who could deceive Xie Zeli to trust—
No, wait.
Sheng Hechen looked down from the height of the Seven Stars Building and looked into the martial arts field.
Fang Yuanluo, the deputy leader of the Beggar Gang, was fighting with the little-known Mu Yichuan of the Zhishui Sword Sect. The two just met each other, and Fang Yuanluo was already injured by the opponent's internal strength, so he took a few steps back. He almost fell out of the training ground, raised his head again, vomited a mouthful of blood, covered his chest, gestured towards Mu Yichuan weakly, and said, "Young Xia... You are good at martial arts."
Mu Yichuan: "..."
Mu Yichuan raised his hand blankly and looked at the sword in his hand.
The calm and calm appearance after winning the deputy leader of the Beggar Gang, this is not the identity of the slightest fame, this... Isn't this the best undercover candidate he has been searching for for a long time!
Sheng Hechen was overjoyed, wishing to turn his head immediately and grab Zhang Wenxue's hand.
"Sect Master Zhang! Found it!" Sheng Hechen was excited, "I have found it!"
Zhang Wenxue was still sullen, and he didn't understand Sheng Hechen's meaning for a while. He just raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you find?"
Sheng Hechen raised his hand and pointed to the martial arts field.
"Undercover candidate!" Sheng Hechen said, "Look, how is he?!"