Yang Fan rode a tall horse and led three followers. He was very proud of himself for the moment. He was so majestic for the first time in his life.
It is said that loading coins is fun for a while, and it will always be fun as long as you keep doing it. Before the fun reaches its climax, I have already reached the vicinity of Yuelai Inn without realizing it.
Before arriving at Yuelai Inn, I saw that the inn was quite old from a distance, and when I walked in, I saw it was even more dilapidated. The hidden stakes in Dongchang were actually located in such a place. It was so low-key and low-key.
The two-story small building facing the street is a gray color with peeling paint on the doors and windows, which looks mottled under the evening sun.
The two elm doors look very strong. There is a wooden plaque with the four characters "Yelai Inn" hanging on the door.
The location is quite prosperous, close to the river, and the streets are full of people.
Seeing that although this group of people were wearing ordinary clothes, but their horses were strong, they knew they were not someone to be trifled with.
Just like wearing a winged shirt, wearing slippers and big trousers, you will be seen as a low-key uncle in the eyes of others. If you wear street goods and wear a Patek Philippe, people will laugh at you because you have no money to buy fake watches and coins.
The people along the way got out of the way one after another, and some ruffians and tigers on the street, as well as idlers, pointed at them.
"Where did this stuff come from? They are dressed in rags but they have three fine horses."
"That horse looks like a war horse. I'm afraid it's not an officer or soldier from Ji Town, coming from Santun Camp." A rogue said.
Another rogue with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks pointed at Yang Fan and said: "Officers and soldiers are shit, brother, look, does the short-haired horseman in front look like a monk? There is a dwarf behind him carrying an iron rod, followed by a fat man with a pig head, and a hairless man."
Beard. Isn’t this just the four-man group that takes lessons from the past?”
"Hahaha"
"Hahaha"
"That's right, doesn't that short-haired boy look like Tang Monk? That dwarf carries a horse stick and is perfect for pretending to be a monkey, but he's missing a headband. You go to the horse shoemaker Lao Cao to find a sharpened horseshoe iron for him.
Just put it on and you'll be fine." The naughty brother had a big belly and looked like he was pointing out the country. It was fun to pretend to be a coin for a while, and I was ready to keep pretending to be fun.
The gangsters on the roadside were laughing so hard.
Mo Zui was furious, he picked up the iron-covered horse stick and hit him, "Where did you come from, how dare you entertain your grandfather."
It hit the big naughty brother right on the head, with a loud bang, and the big-bellied naughty boy burped in his neck and fell straight down.
"Oh, you are so damn hard to beat me, brother, you beat my brother to death,"
As soon as the leading brother fell down, the gangsters immediately surrounded him.
"Don't leave, come with us to see the official"
"My eldest brother and his family depend on him to support him. If you beat him to death, you will starve to death the whole family. Please pay me back."
"Don't leave without a hundred taels."
The Popi La Humen immediately became noisy. Everyone grabbed the nearby benches with their necks stiffened like chicken blood, and bricks surrounded them.
Zhang Gaida looked at the unconscious rogue boss and said, "Hey, Mo table, you guys really dare to strike. If you use this stick, if you don't hit it well, you will have to collapse the Tianling Cap, and you won't die."
You will be paralyzed. If you are always so stupid, you will be in court sooner or later." The old ruffian commented proudly on the side.
"Zhang Yanda is right, there is a certain discipline in beating people, it's not random." Donkey Dan also hugged his shoulders and commented.
Yang Fan became more interested after saying this. He would have to brace himself up to deal with Dongchang in a while. The rest of them could just relax and have a fight or something like that as a warm-up.
"What's the point of hitting someone?" Yang Fan asked.
"To tell you what I'm saying, there's a lot of knowledge in beating people. It all depends on who you're beating, for what purpose, and what you want to achieve." Old God Zhang Gaida said thoughtfully.
A well-rested look.
Yang Fan cursed in his heart, Damn it, you old bastard, you have never learned anything else in your life, you are cunning and mean to take advantage, you fight and deceive. You are so skilled at it.
"For example, how to treat these broken skins, and what are the details?" Yang Fan asked further.
Zhang Gaida took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves, and grabbed the whistle stick.
"Sir, these scoundrels are all fierce and cruel. The key is the word scare. If you really beat them to death, you will be sued. If you beat them to death, you will have multiple fathers, so you can't really beat them. You have to beat them away, but you can't beat them too hard.
Heavy"
Mo Zhui said unconvinced: "Hit them gently, are you just giving them a fucking back slap? Can they be scared away? Then how do you beat them? Give me a beating."
Today is the first time to bring them out. Yang Fan wants to use this matter to test them and see what they are like. They also want to perform in front of the master and leave an impression on him that they are useful.
Yang Fan felt like a mirror in his mind. He sat on the table and watched the thugs insulting his group. This was a good opportunity to show off. He picked up the horse stick and beat him without hesitation. The focus was on the word "quick", without hesitation, but without thinking. This kind of stupidity and loyalty
The slave is the favorite of the master.
It is manifested in a word of cruelty, beating to death, ruthless, daring to bite and daring to cause trouble. What master would not need such a person when doing business.
This kid is definitely not as naive as he appears on the surface, he knows it in his heart.
"Boy, when Nai Gong fought with Jian Nu, you still peed in the mud. Just keep your dog eyes open. How can Nai Gong get rid of this problem you caused?"
After Zhang Gaida finished speaking, he quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Yang Fan's horse before the gangsters surrounded him.
He slightly squatted forward with his left leg in a lunge. Through his shoes, Yang Fan could see his toes gripping the ground with five fingers, and his lower body was as stable as Mount Tai. He made a hand seal with his palms and pushed forward slowly. For a moment, he was like standing in a pavilion, and his temperament changed drastically.
, grasping the whistle stick tightly with his right hand, and let out a sigh of relief from his mouth.
The whistle stick quickly hit each rogue on the forehead, then quickly retracted it, grabbed the stick with both hands, turned the stick into a gun, and used the head of the stick to tap the noses of the five or six rogues in the front row like lightning.
"Ah!" The screams were like killing pigs.
The five or six scoundrels in the front row had their foreheads broken, and their faces were covered with blood as they were in severe pain. Their buns were spread out, their hair was disheveled, and they were dripping with blood. They looked very scary.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When the nose was lightly slapped again, blood suddenly flowed from the nose, tears came out of the eyes, and the eyes were bloody and hazy, and I couldn't see the situation, which made me even more panicked.
"Killed"
"My head is broken"
"Hey, I'll leave one leg for each of you, so you can see how powerful I am." Zhang Gaoda glared at King Kong, his tongue split open and he let out a thunderous roar.
With a bang, more than a dozen people were frightened and dispersed. Even the boss threw them on the ground and ignored them.
The boss suddenly got up, crawled into a hole under the wall of a nearby courtyard and disappeared in an instant. He was a fat man with a big belly, and his agility in his hands and feet was jaw-dropping.
The street suddenly became quiet.
Yang Fan touched his nose and said: "The key to beating rogues is to hit and pull continuously. The human forehead is the hardest and most resistant to hitting, so it is not easy to miss. Don't hit hard with the stick. The key is to hit it until it hurts, and then pull it down.
, the skin was scratched and bleeding profusely. When I saw the blood on my face, I panicked first. I didn’t know how serious the injury was, just to scare him. It looked scary, but in fact the wound was not as big as a fart."
Hearing Yang Fan's words, Zhang Yeda glanced at Yang Fan in surprise. Yang Fan seemed to feel that Zhang Yeda treated him differently than before.
Zhang Yanda was stunned. At such a young age, he had a pair of poisonous eyes. In one breath, he fired seven blows in a row, and he actually saw clearly how he was being hit. It seems that this master is not easy to fool.
Yes, you must be careful yourself.
Mo Zhui looked at the aggressive group of thugs just now, but they were beaten away by Zhang Dao with a stick. They stood there in a daze with their mouths open.
Yang Fan curled up his lips, this kid can still pretend to be stupid. He doesn't get angry when he is robbed of the limelight. He has a strong government, can perform a full range of acting, and does things from beginning to end. He is a talent.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Wonderful, this brother's beating skills are wonderful, and Brother Yang's comments are even more wonderful. Hahaha"
A man wearing a scholar's long shirt came over, clapping his hands.
At the gate of Yuelai Inn, a man looked at Yang Fan with a wicked smile.
Ruan Qingzhu!
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and felt a little uneasy, wondering what this poisonous snake was doing here.
