Chapter 413 Martial Arts Association Headquarters!

"investigation?"

Chen Muyu frowned. It turned out that Qin Hong was right. He didn't even know how long he had been waiting for him here.

Qin Hong came over and said, "Brother, is there any misunderstanding in this?"

Jia Tao bowed his hands to Qin Hong, "Senior, don't worry, I'm just assisting in the investigation. There are some things that the president needs to find out personally from Mr. Chen..."

"Is it the Jiang family's business?" Qin Hong was still worried.

Jia Tao smiled and did not deny it.

Chen Muyu was free and easy, "It's a good way back anyway. I haven't been to the Wushu Association yet, so I just want to go!"

As he was about to get on the bus, Jia Tao stopped him, "Mr. Chen, this way!"

Pointing to a black Mercedes parked next to him, Jia Tao lowered his body.

After all, the person in front of him is Shao'e, the boss of Qingshen, who has a high influence in Xichuan. Although he is a staff member of the Wushu Association, he is just a soldier.

"What? Are you afraid that I will run away?"

Chen Muyu shrugged, "You just lead the way. When we get to the provincial capital, I will follow you to the Wushu Association!"

After that, I got on the bus.

Jia Tao was a little embarrassed, but he had no choice. Seeing that everyone was getting on the bus one after another and the doors were closed, he could only say hello to the colleague who greeted him, return to the car, and lead the way.

Of course Chen Muyu was willing to cooperate with the investigation, but if he was sent back as a criminal, he would not be able to accept it.

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provincial capital.

The headquarters of Xichuan Wushu Association is in Section 4 of Xinghong Road.

The bus happened to be on the way and stopped at the intersection. Chen Muyu got out of the bus alone without anyone else.

Now that this situation has arisen, Qin Hong and the others are no longer in a hurry to return to Shao'e Mountain, so they ask the bus driver to find a parking lot and park the bus, preparing to wait for Chen Muyu to talk. If there is any unexpected situation, they may be able to help. Get busy.

After all, Shao'eshan is also a senior sect in Xichuan. Looking at the Buddha without looking at the monk, Li Yuanshan still has some connections.

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The Wushu Association didn’t know what the specific situation was. Xu Meng was worried just now in the car and wanted to follow him, but Chen Muyu didn’t take anyone with him in the end.

Wushu Association, Xinghong Building.

Because it is an old city, the building is a bit old, but the decoration inside is still gorgeous.

The signboard is the Xichuan Provincial Martial Arts Association. It looks ordinary, but in fact, all the martial arts practitioners and strangers in the entire Xichuan realm are under the jurisdiction of this place.

It is difficult for ordinary people to come into contact with the profession of martial arts practitioners. Even many grassroots personnel working in the Wushu Association do not know any martial arts. Almost all of them, such as administration and logistics, are recruited from the society. Many people work in the martial arts association. I have been working in the Wushu Association for many years, and I don’t even know that there is such a thing as practicing martial arts.

In the eyes of most ordinary people, this Wushu Association building is not impressive at all. 13th floor, leadership office area.

It would be difficult for ordinary people, including employees of the Wushu Association, to get here without permission.

There was a bit of noise in the president's office, and I didn't know who was arguing with whom.

Behind the desk, stood an old man. The old man was wearing casual clothes. He was sixty or seventy years old, thin, with a slightly stooped back and a few age spots on his face, which looked very conspicuous.

Ma Santong was sitting on the man's chair, drinking tea. He didn't know how many cups he had.

There were several people sitting on the sofa, and Chen Muyu knew them all. One was the Feng Shui master named Luo Jiachang from Guning County, the other was the hot-tempered middle-aged man, and the third one was a fat aunt whose name he couldn't tell, but I have seen them all on Yaogu Peak.

They were all members of the casual cultivators. They looked a bit miserable, either with bandages on their bodies or with bruises on their noses and faces, as if they had just finished a bad battle.

There was an old man left, who was scolding the three people. Although this man was not bandaged, his face was still bruised and bruised, and there were even a few claw marks.

The two sides were obviously at a stalemate, especially the fat aunt, who was swearing and swearing without any seriousness, and was very domineering.

"Okay, everyone, stop arguing. Things have happened. We have to find a way to solve it, right? You can't solve the problem by scolding us like this!"

Behind the desk, the old man listened to the people's curses getting worse and worse, and finally couldn't help but speak.

Several people temporarily shut their mouths. At this time, Jia Tao knocked on the door and brought Chen Muyu in.

Everyone's eyes turned around immediately.

"Xiao Chen, you are finally here!"

Ma Santong put down his cup and stood up quickly. From last night to now, he basically didn't sleep much, just relying on a few cups of strong tea. He longed to solve this problem quickly and go home to catch up on his sleep.

Chen Muyu walked in.

Ma Santong quickly introduced Chen Muyu and the skinny old man next to each other.

Fang Tianzheng, the president of Xichuan Martial Arts Association, just reached the realm of refining the void yesterday.

Rogue cultivator, seventy-one years old, the same generation as Lu Wanli and others, one of the eight great masters in the southwest.

Among the eight grandmasters, Fang Tianzheng has always been at the bottom. This is not because he has poor qualifications, but more because he holds a position in the Wushu Association and is involved in worldly affairs. He cannot be as focused as others.

It can be regarded as giving up and gaining something!

This time the energy of the earth erupted, and on the day of great creation, Fang Tianzheng was able to break through to the realm of refining the void.

Fang Tianzheng looked Chen Muyu up and down. He had already heard about this young man who entered the Yuanshen realm at a young age.

Nodding slightly, it was considered acquaintance.

"You should have seen all of these people!" Ma Santong pointed to the people sitting on the sofa.

Chen Muyu looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the old man with a bruised nose and swollen face. The old man looked somewhat similar to Jiang Congwu, but he was obviously not Jiang Congwu because he was not bald.

"This is Mr. Jiang Congwen from the Jiang family in Longmenshan!" Ma Santong introduced.

Chen Muyu had expected it, but just glanced at it without saying hello.

"snort!"

Jiang Congwen snorted angrily, "Why are you alone, and where is Lu Wanli?"

The voice was raised several decibels, condescending, and sounded like a curse.

Chen Muyu ignored him, walked to the sofa and sat down next to Luo Jiachang, "President Ma, is there any water? I've been driving all the way and haven't even drank a glass of water yet!"

When Ma Santong heard this, he laughed dryly. This kid made the atmosphere so awkward as soon as he arrived. Did he not take Jiang Congwen seriously at all?

He took a paper cup and gave Chen Muyu a glass of water.

"Boy, I'm asking you, why didn't that guy Lu Wanli come?" Jiang Congwen suppressed his anger and repeated it again.

This kid is too arrogant. After all, he is a respectable senior, but he actually ignores him?