‘The handwriting is indeed written by senior sister, unless someone is good at copying handwriting.

So, why is she sending me a note at this time?'

He was puzzled, so he simply held the note and went out to find Zhao Dancong.

This time is still morning, he is rotating today and does not need to do morning classes.

Along the alleyway, we came to the disciple's house where Zhao Dancong lived.

The door to the room was locked, but it was empty and no one was inside.

Zhang Rongfang quickly went to the martial arts dojo, where Zhao Dacong often practiced martial arts.

No one is there either.

There was still no one in the secret martial arts training space in the back mountain.

At this time, Zhang Rongfang felt vaguely that something was wrong.

Returning to the disciples' room, he quickly asked a few passing disciples.

"Senior Sister Zhao, did you see Master Mingguang going down the mountain together early in the morning?" A handyman disciple asked in surprise.

"Early this morning?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Yes, there are several other disciples of Master Mingguang, and senior brother Jiao Tengjiao is also with us." The handyman disciple replied.

"Any idea where they went?"

"I don't know, but you can ask Senior Brother Hongda and Senior Sister Chen Hui. They are still staying on the mountain. I just sent a change of shoes."

"Thank you!"

Zhang Rongfang clasped his fists, turned around and left quickly.

He didn't care what happened to Xiao Rong. The original favor, which he had helped several times, had been repaid when he was finally expelled from the school.

But Senior Sister Zhao Dacong took good care of him. This time, Senior Sister came to pass the note for no reason, and something might have happened.

Otherwise, why didn't she come and talk to him face to face instead of using a note? This method was obviously very unfamiliar to her.

The most likely possibility is that she didn't have time to tell him in person and it was inconvenient for her to come to him and tell him.

Judging from the actions taken down the mountain early this morning.

It is possible that Xiao Rong encountered something, so he took Senior Sister Zhao Dacong and others down the mountain with him.

The matter may be urgent....

Without stopping, Zhang Rongfang immediately went to the room where Hong Da lived.

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Thirteen miles away from Qinghe Palace, beside a pool.

The thin waterfall fell vertically from a high place, crashing into the small green water pool below, splashing up pieces of water and wet mist.

The group of people, dressed in white and blue Taoist robes, walked quickly through the forest and came to the waterhole.

"It's right here." The old man who took the lead wore gray gloves on his hands, a pair of close-fitting cowhide boots on his feet, and his arms were tied with slender cloth belts.

His eyes were sharp and there was a hint of anxiety on his face.

This person is Xiao Rong, the master who just came down from the mountain.

Standing behind him were his disciples Jiao Teng and Zhao Dacong.

The three of them searched nearby for a long time, but no one else was found.

In the end, I had no choice but to come here first as agreed.

"Someone is coming!" Jiao Teng reminded suddenly, pointing to the woodland on the other side of the pool.

Xiao Rong and the others quickly looked there, and sure enough they saw several thin, masked men, carrying a mess of weapons and escorting a familiar figure, slowly walking out of the woods.

The three of them took a closer look and found that the figure was Xiao Rong's daughter, Xiao Qingying, whom they had been looking for.

At this time, Xiao Qingying's clothes were still intact, but a rag was stuffed in her mouth, and she was whimpering and unable to speak.

"Xiaoying! You..." Xiao Rong suddenly became excited and took a step forward.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

Bang!!

A strong force hit him hard on the back from behind.

Xiao Rong was beaten on the spot and fell forward, feeling a tightness in his chest.

puff.
Chapter completed!