"Are you the one..." Zhang Meizhen hesitated for a moment. She stayed up and down at night every day, and would not go to the pet store if she had nothing to do. For a moment, she only thought that the little girl looked familiar, and did not associate the person in front of her with the killer who singled out Yang Ping.

.

Suddenly, there was a sound of frogs in the artificial lake, and the soil beside the water stirred up a fishy smell. Quietly - Zhu Qiao, stood a few steps away, with a small face that looked up to the sky, as white as if it had absorbed everything around it.

The light. Her dark eyes passed over Zhang Meizhen and fell on Mr. Yang.

Mr. Yang slowly stood up.

He changed his crutch. It was neither the green bamboo stick that had been handed over to the police station nor the solid wooden stick bought by his granddaughter. It was a plastic four-legged crutch. When he poked it on the ground, it left four small holes. If we talk about workmanship,

The delicate cane is still a bit like an "old gentleman", but this "walking coat hanger" completely exudes an air of decay.

Gang Leader Lao Yang's breathing became louder, and the pair of lungs on his chest became old bellows. He said slightly feebly: "I didn't expect that Zhu Cong's children are so old."

Zhang Meizhen's face changed, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand to block the old gang leader Yang. She was a little nervous. She was taking care of patients in the hospital, so of course she couldn't have any weapons on her body. The only thing that had anything to do with metal was the house key.

After quietly taking a step forward, Zhang Meizhen grabbed Lao Yang's arm and stepped back a little, using the bench as a barrier.

Decades ago, one of these two men was one of the highly respected Five Ultimates, and the other was the leader of the ever-changing walking gang Beidao. Both of them could scare people with just a flash of their hands.

I didn't expect that I would be disturbed by a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

It can be seen that it is not only "right and wrong, fame and fortune" that is empty.

People and affairs undergo metabolism, and exchanges become ancient and modern.

Lao Yang took out his arm, waved to Zhang Meizhen, looked at Qing Qing calmly, and said: "My granddaughter called someone in the afternoon, and I happened to hear a little bit. I heard that you are okay. You were just released from the police station. I

At that time, I thought, this child should come to me."

She quietly took out her phone, entered a few words, and let the mechanical voice speak for her: "Are you waiting here for me on purpose?"

Lao Yang replied warmly: "There are so many people in the 111th courtyard that it's not convenient to say anything. I just passed by here in a carpool with someone, and I suddenly thought, let's get out of the car and have a look. If you follow me, it would be a good conversation."

The place... don’t worry, you didn’t tell anyone else, Meizhen’s phone has run out of battery a long time ago, right?”

Zhang Meizhen: "..."

She also wanted to create a mystery and scare the other party away, but before she had time to think about it, her old and foolish teammates took the stage first.

Lao Yang sighed: "Girl, what is your name?"

"Zhu Qiao."

"Oh, Zhu Qiao... come here and sit down and talk," Lao Yang waved to her and sighed tremblingly, "I can't stand anymore."

She didn't pass by quietly, and a complicated look flashed across her face - she likes small animals and has a bit of a cherished nature. When she meets a big bad guy like Yang Ping, she can show off her claws and go up to fight, but when facing these two people who have been forced by time,

The old man on the cliff didn't know what to do. She could only grit her teeth, put up a fierce little face, and said in the cold mechanical voice of her mobile phone: "What do you have to say?"

Lao Yang was silent for a while: "My whole life, I have had a great reputation and a mess. I always talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, and always consider myself a saint. I don't want to be a human being. Therefore, in the past ninety years, whenever I encounter human torture, I have never passed the exam once.

Mistake after mistake. My wife followed me and never lived a comfortable life. My son was a disaster. I wasted half a century with the person I loved and missed a lifetime. The beggar gang is in decline in my hands.

Save."

Zhang Meizhen was slightly shocked and looked down at him.

Lao Yang squinted his eyes and looked at the lake: "I always like to be a teacher. Whenever I get the opportunity, I teach the younger generation, telling them to be calm and not to be blinded by the floating dust. In fact, the younger generations know better than me. I am the one who is blinded by the floating dust.

People."

He quietly gritted his teeth and asked coldly on his mobile phone: "Gang Leader Yang, I only want to ask you one thing. Why did you expel Yang Ping from the Beggar Clan eighteen years ago?"

The gravel road in the park is winding and winding, and each landscape looks similar. In the dark, Yu Lanchuan and Yu Yan turned around like headless chickens with flashlights. As they turned, he talked about the new members of the Beggar Gang and the Xingji Gang in a few words.

Qiu Jiuyuan gave Yu Yan a brief introduction.

Yu Yan didn't say anything after listening for a long time, and after a while he sighed: "Although the Beggar Clan helped us a lot a while ago... it's better to ban it."

Yu Lanchuan picked up the screen of his mobile phone to identify the direction and ignored him.

Yu Yan expressed his opinion again: "I found that when many things are developed to the end, what is left is definitely not intangible cultural heritage, but feudal dross - you see, you guys can neither protect your country nor your country.

Flying over the wall, being a martial arts instructor lacks artistic aesthetics, and a good traditional culture has no value to society. All the unique skills have been lost, and only two classic themes in traditional martial arts novels have been preserved: one is the struggle for power.

When you are the boss, one will do whatever it takes to grab the secret book. Sure enough, until the sugar cane is chewed to the end, all that is left is dregs."

"..." Yu Lanchuan didn't answer, and suddenly said, "Old gang leader Yang is actually a bit old-fashioned. It is because he has too many bottom-line principles that he has never lived a good life for a few days. Wei Huan said that he killed people and silenced them. Objectively speaking, I

I think it’s impossible. But… did he know what Yang Ping did?”

Does he know that his only son Yang Ping once framed his fellow disciples and had his hands full of human lives for his own selfish gain?

Yu Yan smiled bitterly and said: "Master Lan, we went to school together since childhood, and I always copied your test papers. You are so smart, why do you ask me?"

Will the highly respected old gang leader Yang Ping, knowing full well that Yang Ping's crime is unforgivable, still go to great lengths to save his son's life?

Zhang Meizhen, who was by the lake, said ahead of Lao Yang: "Because Yang Ping happened to be driving the elevator at No. 11 at that time, I moved back to No. 11 to stimulate him. The boy was a little crazy, and his wife and children were so troubled at home that they didn't dare to go back.

At home, as well as outside, he told me behind my back several times that he would make it impossible for me to survive this year, and even tried to break into my house with a murder weapon..."

"Meizhen," Lao Yang interrupted her softly, "that's what happened, but that's not the fundamental reason."

Zhang Meizhen's eyes twitched.

"My dearest son is Mo Ruofu. More than thirty years ago, a fire broke out here, which destroyed several brothers' families and burned me to pieces." Lao Yang said, "Afterwards, Yang Ping came to see me privately several times, and every time

They all pretended to be distressed and forced me to 'give my brothers an explanation', so I knew that he was definitely involved in this matter. But I didn't dare to pursue it."

Veins popped out on the back of the hand that was quietly holding the phone.

"Your grandpa wouldn't dare," said the old gang leader Yang. "Back then, they unanimously pointed the finger at the Xingjiao Gang. The crowd was so excited that they avoided talking about all the doubts in the matter... For example, how could so many people be so ignorant?

Was he kidnapped without anyone noticing? Your grandfather has always been respectful and restrained, and he didn't drink that day. He was so dissatisfied that he should have talked to me privately, so why did he launch an attack at the martial arts conference without even saying hello? "

Zhang Meizhen understood what he meant and looked down at Lao Yang in disbelief.

Lao Yang: "Because this incident was a fake show directed and performed by them from the beginning, in order to force me to draw a clear line between me and the Foot Gang. Unexpectedly, something went wrong in the middle, and the fake show came true, and it turned into a tragedy...

"

Quietly: "You're talking nonsense!"

Old gang leader Yang said calmly: "How dare I talk nonsense here? This is a big joke made by the Beggar Gang itself!"

Zhang Meizhen: "You... more than thirty years ago..."

"There are two Nine-Pocket Elders of the Beggar Clan, more than a dozen backbones, half of the Beggar Clan. Things are already so tragic, how can I dare to pierce the window paper? I know there are monsters and monsters inside, but I can only

You deceive yourself and others by applying more paste to whitewash the situation. Meizhen, I told you at that time that I was a coward...I meant it."

Zhang Meizhen was speechless.

"The night Yang Ping broke into your house with a murder weapon, you happened to be out on business. Brother Yu caught him and sent him to me, saying that Yang Ping didn't know what went wrong in his practice and that he was going crazy.

Let me take a closer look. I found out that he had learned some evil skills from somewhere. I locked him up angrily and accidentally intercepted a letter sent to him." Lao Yang repeatedly rubbed the plastic

The tip of the cane "is a letter asking for help. What is written on the first page is 'Zhu Cong is about to find us, and there is Wan Muchun's killer beside him. What should we do?'"

"When I read this letter, I was struck by thunder. The things I didn't dare to think about and the things I had dreamed about in my nightmares all came true. Yang Ping... was so heartbroken! I went to find him and asked him what was going on.

"

Yang Ping sneered and said to him at that time: "What, dad, didn't you guess this a long time ago? You are just pretending to be innocent now."

Yang Qing's face was ashen, but he could not refute.

"Okay, since you have been kept in the dark all this time innocently, and now you are 'shocked to hear the truth,' then you can beat me to death now." Yang Ping said nonchalantly, and smiled strangely at him, "Wait a minute.

, you won’t send me to the police station to surrender, will you? Gang leader, if we talk about this from the beginning, it will be unclear. Only one old man Zhu died back then, but there are still a lot of people who are not dead! Now this

With their pensions, the gang members were helping Reed's highly respected people one by one. Their disciples and disciples all felt that they had sacrificed too much for the Beggar Clan's family. They wished they could personally go into battle and be filial sons and grandsons, and use them as ancestors. If the truth was revealed, they would

It’s too shameful to live.”

Yang Qing raised his head and glanced at the dim night: "But I... after all, I am just a son."

Zhang Meizhen turned her head to the side, tears streaming down her face.

Yang Ping has been taken by his father since he was a baby, and was raised by Yang Qing.

Yang Qing always felt that he owed his son a lot. He had not been able to give him a normal family from the beginning. Just when he was growing up and growing up, he, as a father, was "knocked down". Being implicated by himself, Yang Qing

Ping has suffered enough, he has not grown taller, and his heart is twisted.

Yu Lanchuan and Yu Yan finally followed the navigation and came over. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that these three people were sitting and standing, and seemed to be in peace.

Yu Yan raised his legs and walked over: "Mr. Yang, you..."

Before he finished saying hello, he heard Yang Qing murmur: "I can't do it, I'm really... sorry for you."

Although they were mentally prepared, Yu Lanchuan and Yu Yan were still stunned on the spot.

Quietly yelled suddenly, and a cold light flashed from his mouth, aiming at the back of Lao Yang's head. Zhang Meizhen saw it from the corner of his eye, and it was too late to react.

At this moment, there was a soft "clang" sound in mid-air, and the razor blade hit the fine needle that came out of Qian Qian's mouth. The twisted needle fell to the ground while grazing the edge of the wooden chair. At the same time,

Yu Lanchuan grabbed Qing Qing's arm.

Before Qing Qing finished spraying the needle in his mouth, he turned around and gave him a mouthful. Yu Lanchuan suddenly turned sideways, and the fine needle scraped the bridge of his nose, almost breaking his face. Qing Qing pulled out a dagger from nowhere and mercilessly

She slashed at his hand that was holding her, forced him back, and then sprayed her twice with small fine needles.

Yu Yan threw the baton to him: "Go on!"

Yu Lanchuan risked being stabbed like a hedgehog by her, and smashed the knife in Qing Qing's hand with a stick. Qing Qing knew that he could not beat him. Qing Qing's eyes were red and bleeding, and the last fine needle had been loaded into the chamber. At this moment, a small gust of wind

He was attacked from behind, and before he could turn around quietly, someone grabbed his neck from behind and forced him to raise his head.
Chapter completed!