"Dong dong dong!"
A series of hurried knocks came in. Ninth Uncle stood still and continued to hum the opera.
Shaking his head, Fang Gan stood up and walked over to open the door.
Outside the door, a young man in his twenties was holding a gift box and waiting patiently. His face was filled with a happy smile.
"Hello, are you looking for my senior brother? Come in!"
Fang Gan glanced at him and brought him in.
"Senior Brother, someone is looking for you!"
"No, that's not it. I'm not here for Ninth Uncle. I'm here for you!”
Ninth Uncle sat up, put down the teacup in his hand, and looked over.
It was a little strange that Fang Gan came to the mortuary instead of him.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile and focus on reading.
"Looking for me?"
Fang Gan pointed at himself and asked uncertainly.
"That's right!" The young man was very excited and said excitedly.
"What is it?" Since he had nothing to do, he might as well wait patiently to see what the other party wanted!
The young man raised his head and looked around. When he saw the pavilion, a smile appeared on his face. He ran over happily and waved at Fang Gan.
He signaled for him to come over too!
Haha!
Shaking his head, Fang Gan's interest was piqued. He wanted to see what the other party was up to.
The young man pushed Fang Gan to sit on the stone bench in front of him. He first tidied up his clothes and patted the dust off them.
Ninth Uncle and Fang Gan looked at each other. They were both interested in this young man and could not help but continue to watch patiently.
The young man gently put the gift box aside and lifted the hem of his clothes. He knelt down with a thud.
Fang Gan quickly stood up and dodged the young man's bow.
The young man did not notice at all and continued to kowtow." Mr. Fang, please take me as your disciple!”
The corners of his mouth revealed a bitter smile. After all this time, it turned out that he wanted to be his disciple!
Dong dong dong!
After three kowtows, the young man looked up and saw an empty stone bench in front of him. Mr. Fang had walked to the side.
"Don't worry, I won't take in a disciple!”
Seeing that the young man was about to turn around and kowtow, Fang Gan couldn't help but stop him.
"Mr. Fang, I'm very hardworking. Please take me in as your disciple!”
The young man was a little anxious and said in a flustered tone.
Ninth Uncle gave Fang Gan a look, and Fang Gan nodded slightly.
"Why do you want to be my disciple?" he asked slowly.”
"I want to kill zombies!"
The young man said excitedly, especially when he mentioned zombies!
"Oh? Did a relative of yours get killed by a zombie?”
"No!" The young man shook his head and replied honestly.
"Then why do you want to kill zombies?"
"I want to protect the people in town and uphold justice!”The young man said seriously.
"Ahem, I want to hear the truth!"
Fang Gan coughed and said slowly.
The young man's expression changed. He lowered his head and said slyly,"I think that Taoist priests are very powerful, especially those Daoist techniques. They're very handsome! Very attractive!"
A hint of disappointment flashed across Ninth Uncle's eyes. He shook his head and continued to lie down.
"You can go back first! I'll consider it!"
"Mr. Fang, you must take me as your disciple. I really admire you!”
The young man reluctantly walked out of the mortuary's main door, turning his head back three times with every step he took.
"He's unstable and greedy for fame and fortune. He's not a good seedling!”
After the young man left, Ninth Uncle commented on the matter, then shook his head and closed his eyes.
"His physique is not bad, and he probably has some martial arts foundation!”
"Mao Mountain isn't a martial arts dojo. Dao techniques are the foundation!”
"I think we can give it a try. As for the desire for fame and fortune, which young man doesn't like to be in the limelight? They can all be tempered!"
Ninth Uncle raised his head and looked at Fang Gan in surprise." Why are you so concerned?”
Fang Gan was a little embarrassed by Ninth Uncle's stare and stammered.
He couldn't possibly say that he was destined to be his disciple, but because of some reason, he was a few years late!
In that case, Ninth Uncle would probably have to send him back to Mao Mountain and observe him carefully.
"Hai, it's because you lack someone to order around. Besides, it's boring to be cold all the time!”
"Besides, with your abilities, you have to find a successor, right?”
Ninth Uncle nodded." That makes sense. It's just that taking in disciples depends on heaven's will. It's not that easy!”
"However, I can take him in as an in-name disciple and train him. If he can be of great use, I can take him in as a personal disciple!”
Fang Gan smiled. He could already imagine the days when Ninth Uncle would be tricked by Qiu Sheng!
"However, we still have to test his sincerity!”
Fang Gan didn't object to this. If he didn't show sincerity, he would be a traitor in the future!
Even he, who was extremely talented and had grown up in Mao Mountain since he was young, still knelt outside the straw hut for two days and two nights when he was six years old! That was why he was accepted as a disciple by the First Elder.
The first test was that a professor had to respect his teacher. A person who respected his teacher would not be too harmful to the sect and society regardless of whether he had talent or not!
On the contrary, the more talented but vicious a person was, the greater the harm he would do to society!
Ever since the zombies were eliminated, the security team had developed the habit of patrolling at night. With the support of Old Master Ren and the mayor, Zhang Yong made drastic changes to the security team.
After getting rid of those rat poop, the current security team had a pretty good reputation in Ren Town!
Dong dong dong!
Fang Gan glanced at Ninth Uncle's room. The light that was originally on had suddenly gone out. He sighed and walked out.
"Captain Zhang, it's so late. What's the matter?”
Zhang Yong turned his body to the side and saw the young man from this morning appear behind him. His body was swaying a little, but he still insisted on kneeling outside the gate of the mortuary.
"Young Master Fang, this…"
"It's fine. Don't worry about it. Just go on patrol. Remember to prepare a set of clothes and a bowl of water for him in the second half of the night!”
Fang Gan then turned around and walked in. However, as he turned around, he moved his finger and a thin strand of spiritual energy entered the other party's body!
"Hmm?"
The young man raised his head. His tired expression had improved a little. Most importantly, his legs were no longer numb!
"Still kneeling?"
"Yes!"
"Hey!" He sighed softly!
Then, the mortuary fell into darkness.
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