The next day was not a public holiday. On such an ordinary working day and night, the people who came to 111 to cause trouble were all key figures under a few elders.

These people just gave it a try. They didn't take Yu Lanchuan, who was wearing a shirt and leather shoes, seriously at all, and they acted unequivocally. While they were talking, four or five more people pounced on him at the same time.

The first floor of the small building in No. 110 Courtyard is not flush with the ground, but is slightly higher by about one meter. Therefore, there is a row of stone steps at the entrance of the corridor, about ten steps, about two meters wide from east to west, and on both sides.

There is a railing and handrail, and there is a wheelchair passage across the railing on the west side.

The three people rushed towards Yu Lanchuan from the left, center and right, intending to entangle him. The remaining people ran up the wheelchair passage to avoid him and rushed into the corridor.

Yu Lanchuan held the broom upside down and took a step back to the stairs. The person rushing towards him followed closely, but he suddenly stepped forward again, the broomstick suddenly shrunk in his hand. When the person in the middle rushed up the steps,

, his hands naturally protected his head, and his chest and abdomen were suddenly exposed. He was poked by the plastic rod, and he blew out a breath, which really became a "poke in the lung tube".

At the same time, Yu Lanchuan used the force of the poke to flick back lightly, and swept the person on the left with his elbow. The dirt on the broom head was thrown at the person's face. While the other person was hurriedly holding his head to shield his eyes, Yu Lanchuan

The entire body's center of gravity was pressed to the left, and the right leg flew up to block the waist and kick the person on the right.

Elder Zhao shouted angrily: "Master Xiao Yu, do you have to meddle in the Beggar Clan's business today?"

Yu Lanchuan poked one down and kicked the other, and the broomstick in his hand flew up and down. After three or two blows, the unlucky guy on the left who was pressed on the railing had his limbs and joints numb, and his whole body was pressed down and turned into a

The human-shaped cushion, the leg that Yu Lanchuan swept out did not touch the ground. He directly used the "human-shaped cushion" as a fulcrum and flew over the guardrail. With the scream of "cushion", the broom picked it up three times.

Those few people rushing up from the wheelchair passage.

Then he landed lightly on the ground.

"That's not true." Yu Lanchuan grabbed the railing with one hand, turned half a circle, and gave Elder Zhao a fake smile, "Normally I don't provide services for free, not to mention that your sect is still an unregistered illegal organization.

Don’t worry, I’m more unwilling to interfere than you are. When Gang Leader Lao Yang is discharged from the hospital, you can divide the family as you like and usurp the throne as you like. If the Beggar Clan IPOs one day, I will definitely convince the boss to join the investment."

Elder Tian, ​​who rushed over, tried his best to hold back the words "What if he can't get out of the hospital?" But he couldn't hold back his words, nor could he hold back his expression. These words were engraved on his face.

Under the skin, there are traces of twitching.

The lights from the residents' homes on the first floor shined from the north window of the small building, illuminating Elder Tian's face and the words hidden under his skin.

Yu Lanchuan lowered his head, gently unscrewed the plastic rod, threw the dirty broom head away, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "That's right, I'm already over ninety."

If a young person dies young, others will still be willing to abide by the spectator rule of "the dead are the most important" and keep their mouths shut for a while.

Old people do not have such luck. Once they reach the age of seventy or eighty, they will automatically enter the ranks of "dead long ago" and "old and immortal". People are only willing to stingyly recall their life and give them the opportunity to remember the life of the person at the moment of closing the coffin.

There was a moment of slight sadness.

Then he calmed down at the speed of light, lest he waste another second in the battle for inheritance.

Elder Zhao had a cold face and raised his thumb at him: "Xiao Yu, you have great kung fu, and you are worthy of your family background. But I'm afraid your sect's 'Hanjiang Seven Jue' can't be the Dugu Nine Swordsman. Don't rely on your two-handed kung fu."

, I really thought I could equal one to a hundred!"

Yu Lanchuan suddenly wanted to laugh for no reason. He remembered the "Broken Arrow Style" in the TV series "The Swordsman" when he was a child. The special effects were very cool. It was a classic scene of one person working with a gang. After watching it, it was very fascinating, especially since he was a

I was a swordsman, so I ran to ask the uncle.

The old man took a few sips at the mouth of the small teapot and glanced at him: "How can I kill them with one sword when they are being attacked? Well... just give up with one sword?"

The young man Yu Lanchuan said longingly: "Yes, just one sword!"

The grandfather pondered for a moment and replied: "There is also a move. We don't call it the 'Broken Arrow Style', but the 'Broken Cauldron and Sinking Boat'."

Yu Lanchuan had never heard of such a move in Hanjiang's Seven Jue, and urged him to talk about it.

The old man kept talking for a long time, and then he asked him to come over and dictate his secret skills.

The hero Yu Huaide said: "Put the sword on your neck, make a gesture of wiping your neck, and yell at them, 'Whoever dares to come here, blood will be splashed three feet' - don't worry, unless you meet a desperado, most people will

Don’t dare—then take advantage of them being frightened, quickly break away from the encirclement, and run away, that’s all!”

"Burning the Cauldron" is certainly an invincible move, but unfortunately there are conditions for its use - the sword in hand must be a real sword, and a broomstick must be set up... This is a bit funny.

Since the ultimate move cannot be activated, the only option is to carry it to the end.

I hope the police comrades will arrive soon and turn on their sirens louder when they arrive.

One kilometer away from Courtyard No. 110, the middle-aged man who helped Gan Qing park the car walked into the depths of the alley. There was an inconspicuous private house there. The middle-aged man knocked on the door four times, and there was someone alert inside.

He asked: "Who?"

The middle-aged man replied: "I am Xiao Zhai, a disciple of Mr. Zhao."

The house opened a crack, and a head that looked like a giant monkey emerged. The monkey was dressed in rags and dressed like a beggar - he was the one who led Gan Qing into the alley that day.

Glancing outside warily, Da Mahou seemed to be afraid that the door would be opened wide enough to waste electricity, so he lowered his voice and said, "Come in."

The middle-aged man who called himself "Xiao Zhai" didn't want to dance face-to-face with the big horse monkey, and he didn't want to get under the door. He hid behind the door. He used a little force with his hand and reached out to push the door open: "What are you doing, sneaky?"

of?"

Da Mahou was not on guard and was pushed back two steps: "You..."

Xiao Zhai had already lifted his legs and walked in without any explanation.

"Don't be careful around 111," Damahou said, suppressing his anger, "Be careful of being stared at."

"I didn't see any powerful people," Xiao Zhai held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced around, "This house is rented? It's in the school district in the city center. It's not cheap, right? Please help me pay attention tomorrow to see if there are any other houses nearby.

There are no renters.”

The big horse monkey asked: "What are you doing?"

"Didn't I give birth to a second child last year?" Xiao Zhai found a chair and sat down, handed Da Mahou a cigarette, and sighed, "The little boy grows up when he hears the wind. When he talks, he has to think about where he went to school.

, I definitely can’t afford a house in the school district, so I can only find a cheap place to rent in advance. Alas, it’s really not easy for us friends to live together. What are we running for every day? Isn’t it just to support the family?

!I’m not telling you that Gang Leader Lao Yang is too unworldly sometimes!”

Da Mahou took the cigarette, looked slightly relieved, and sat down opposite him.

There is a big cypress tree at the door of the house. The three friends of Suihan are not withered for nine years. It not only blocks the northwest wind, but also blocks a person's figure. Gan Qing gently pushed aside the cypress leaves, pinched his nose hard, and sighed with tears.

She held back a sneeze - down jackets made noise easily. In order to facilitate tracking, she threw the down jacket in the trunk of Yu Lanchuan's car. The two beggar gang members in the room got together and chatted about the school district housing for more than ten minutes.

It was about the second child. Although there was a big tree to block the wind, the tight sweater was soaked hard by the cold and felt chilly.

Gan Qing heard the northwest wind howling "wuwu" in one ear, and the endless "young to young" and "little to junior high" in the other. She had a splitting headache when she heard it, and was about to give up and leave. At this time, a somewhat procrastinating voice

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from the other end of the alley. Gan Qing was startled and vaguely felt something. He carefully held his breath and hid himself behind the leaves.

The man came with gray hair and was in his sixties. He walked slowly under the streetlight. Gan Qing saw that his face was sallow and thin, and his face had been turned into sandpaper by the years, but even so, he could still vaguely see that he had a delicate face. It was just that

This delicacy did not make him handsome, but instead gave him a bit of gloom and resentment, like a ghostly aura.

This man was very thin. He was wearing a patched cotton coat that had been washed white. His legs were one long and one short, and he walked very bumpyly. Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, he suddenly felt something keenly, like a falcon.

His eyes swept around.

Gan Qing's whole body has almost merged with the big cypress tree, hanging on the branches and moving in the wind.

The man listened attentively for a moment and found nothing unusual, then he knocked on the door: "It's me."

When Gan Qing frowned, she discovered that not only did this man have long and short legs, but his curled-up fingers were also in a weird posture, like chicken feet that couldn't be stretched out.

Who is this person?

His limbs were almost twisted into knots, but he still had a terrifying air of mastery.

The conversation between Damahou and Xiao Zhai stopped abruptly, and they came out together. Damahou opened the door of the entire house without leaving a crack this time: "Elder Yang!"

Yang?

Only the Nine Bags Elders of the Beggar Clan can be called "elders", which is equivalent to the CEO, CFO, etc. under the chairman. Gan Qing has probably heard that there are four "Nine Pocket Elders" in the Beggar Clan... But is there any one with the surname Yang among them?

?

Elder Yang nodded with great care, waving his long and short legs and walked in. The lights in the room were slightly brighter. After a while, whispers came from Xiao Zhai reporting that Yang Yifan was taken away by the police.

Among the four elders, Zhao and Tian took the lead in forcing the palace to go to the palace, and made Gang Leader Yang angry and sent him to the hospital.

Elder Yang spoke, his voice soft and high-pitched, a bit like a boy who has not yet fully developed: "Is the old man dead?"

"He was sent to the hospital for rescue," Xiao Zhai said. "Don't worry, the old gang leader has profound skills. If the rescue is timely, he should..."

"What should I worry about?" Elder Yang interrupted him, "He personally broke my legs and severed ties with me. Even if he dies, I don't have to pay him mourning. What does it have to do with me?"

Gan Qing was a little surprised when he heard this statement - could this thin man be the son of Gang Leader Lao Yang?

Yang Yifan is not a person who likes to talk about family affairs. She always claims in an understatement that "my parents are not here, so I take care of grandpa." Later, after listening to half of the story she told on the New Year's Day, Gan Qing thought that this "absence" meant death.

I didn't expect that Yang Ping was still alive, and it seemed that he had severed the father-son relationship with Gang Leader Lao Yang.

Yang Ping asked again: "Are they going to get the dog-beating stick?"

Xiao Zhai replied: "Yes, I think Elder Tian is unyielding, and Elder Zhao seems to mean the same thing."

Damahou sneered: "What's the use of getting a dog-beating stick? Do you really think that the old man has been living in vain for so many years? They acted quickly tonight, and most people didn't react. You wait until tomorrow and see these people piss the old gang leader to death.

, who can keep the matter of usurping the dog-beating stick from someone else?"

Xiao Zhai said with a smile: "Isn't that right? When things get really chaotic, it will be up to Elder Yang to take charge of the situation. After all, you are the real root."

Yang Ping said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense about flattery. Isn't spitting valuable?"

Damahou said: "Don't take it seriously if you take the lead in making trouble. As for that girl, she is always blinged out. Even if nothing happens this time, the people in the gang won't understand her behavior. She can't hold the dog-beating stick."
To be continued...