In the middle of the night, a man dressed in black robes and a face-changing mask was shot several times and nothing happened to him.
This person calls himself the God of Ghosts and wants us to kneel down. To be honest, it’s quite bluffing.
But the other party met the wrong person.
Tian Sanjiu, he does not distinguish between men and women, does not believe in ghosts and gods, and is not afraid of retribution.
Brother Yu held a stick in one hand and a strong flashlight in the other.
It was really a little girl who was a little over one meter tall, hiding in her robe. She was holding a wooden pole in her hand. I couldn't see clearly. There should be thin transparent lines on the pole.
As soon as Brother Yu took the photo, she immediately covered her eyes with her hands.
"Ah."
Tian Sanjiu blew the barrel of the gun and said with a smile: "Little girl, I didn't expect that you, a ghost, have not grown up yet. I will give you some nutrition and drink more Lulu."
A tall little girl was revealed, her eyes narrowed, and a trace of viciousness flashed across her face.
It's unimaginable that such an old child could have such an expression.
She stared at Tian Sanjiu for half a minute. Suddenly! Without any warning, she took out something like a flute and blew hard at Tian Sanjiu.
"Get down!"
Brother Yu had been paying attention. The moment the little girl played the flute, Brother Yu immediately threw the stick in his hand towards Tian Sanjiu.
When Tian Sanjiu saw the stick flying towards him, he subconsciously ducked his head and avoided the little girl's attack.
I can't see clearly, maybe it's a needle or something.
When we looked in, the little girl had run into the woods of the Ghost Cub Forest and disappeared, leaving only half a damaged robe in place.
Brother Yu picked up the stick and was about to chase it. He waved his head and said, "Wait, don't chase it."
"This little girl is running too fast. She is pretending to be a ghost. What is her background?"
He frowned and said, "Little girl? Wen Bin, you can't call her that, she may be much older than you."
"Botou, I've seen this little girl before." I frowned and said looking at Guizailing in the darkness.
He frowned and looked at me, "Where have you seen it?"
I recalled: "In the hospital, I confirmed that Li Tiecheng was dead. When I came out, I met the little girl and she called me big brother."
Leader Tian sighed heavily, turned around and said, "Tian Leader, I think we are in trouble."
"call." Tian Sanjiu exhaled a puff of smoke and said nonchalantly: "What trouble."
He took two steps forward and picked up a face-changing mask that was blown into pieces on the ground.
He put a small half of the mask on his face, looked at us through the mask and said: "The soldiers march into the treasury, the horses march into Huashan. I must have heard this sentence somewhere decades ago, but I am getting older.
My brain is not working very well."
"Although I can't remember it right now, I'm sure that the other party must have a lot of background."
"Horse into Huashan?"
Tian Sanjiu stamped out his cigarette butt, spread his hands and said, "Wang Boutou, maybe it's because I'm younger than you. I've never heard of such a person on the street."
"No. It must be possible," he said to himself.
At this moment, a flashlight suddenly appeared not far behind us.
"Who is it? What are you doing here?"
Seeing someone suddenly coming, Tian Sanjiu blocked the gun with his clothes.
"Hu. Mr. Hu, it's me, my Xiaoxiang, you're not asleep yet."
The person who suddenly appeared was Lao Hu, the ranger of Guizailing.
He was wearing a coat and a pair of slippers and looked like he had just woken up.
Lao Hu stared and said, "I was sleeping when I suddenly heard a bang! What, you are blowing up the mountain, let me see."
I saw Tian Sanjiu frown slightly and slowly stretched his hand to his arms.
"Come on, Mr. Hu, let's talk here."
I quickly pulled the old man aside and said politely: "Please bear with me, Mr. Hu. We just set off firecrackers, and the fireworks we bought for the fifteenth day were not finished. I thought I would set them off in the village for fear of disturbing other people's rest, so I ran here."
Come and let go."
"What kind of cannon? It makes such a loud noise, it makes a loud noise?"
I said yes, it was a loud noise.
Although I don’t know what a loud noise is, it’s better than a nitroglycerin cannon.
It was extremely cold outside. Lao Hu glanced at Tian Sanjiu, who had a gloomy face, tightened his coat and said, "What time is it? Don't burn yourself by setting off cannons. Go back to sleep."
After saying that, Mr. Hu turned his head back to himself.
The door of the hut where I stayed was locked.
Tian Sanjiu frowned and looked in the direction of the cabin without saying anything.
We didn't dare to sleep after we got back. We locked the door and warmed ourselves by the briquette fire.
I kept flipping my head over my cell phone to make calls, hanging up one phone number and calling another, and I didn’t recognize most of the people who answered the phone.
Tian Sanjiu is also on the phone.
"Xiao Luo, it's me. How are you living there these days? You can't stop taking the medicine, and you'll have to take it for another year and a half."
"I'm in the south," Tian Sanjiu glanced at his head, smiled and said, "I'm here with an old friend of ours."
"Don't worry. If anything happens to me, just stay calm. I'll bring you some clothes when I go back. The national costumes here in Dao County are very beautiful."
Red Eyes took one from the side of the briquette fire. He blew on it and started to bite it. I told him to peel it. How could he eat it if he didn't peel it?
"Well, I understand, it's troublesome."
He hung up the phone, raised his head and looked solemn, and said, "How come I remember hearing that sentence? I remembered it."
He warmed himself by the fire, raised his head and told a story about the past with worry.
That was decades ago, when the leader was only in his twenties.
At that time, state-owned cultural relics shops had not yet been established, and many people had no awareness of cultural relics. At that time, Huanpanjiayuan was still a wasteland, with a few antique shops here and there. In comparison, it was not as lively as Liulichang at the same time.
At that time, Liulichang was all private antique shops. Binji Antiques and Ma Ji Antiques were the strongest. Bin Ji belonged to Yue Bin (Yue Bin was sentenced to smuggling cultural relics in 1950 and died in prison), and Ma Ji belonged to Lu
Qin Zhai was opened by a nephew, and the actual controller was Lu Qin Zhai.
Lu Qinzhai settled abroad. He had connections at sea, and cultural relics were carried on ships. At that time, a private museum in a certain country ordered a large number of doors and windows for ancient buildings from Lu Qinzhai. After taking over the business, the news spread from Liulichang.
There are land robbers who help them collect it.
There was a lot of movement.
In Hebei, Henan, and Shandong, there were many dealers driving horse and ox carts to Liulichang to deliver antique doors and windows, and the young leader was one of them.
I collected a cart of Qing Dynasty doors and windows from Henan, borrowed a landlord's ox cart and went to Peking to sell them. I went back and forth several times and earned dozens of dollars. It was snowing in winter, and at night The road was not easy to walk, so I borrowed my head and stayed at the "Weiji Coal Factory."
If you are an old Beijinger, you can ask your grandparents, maybe they still have impressions.
At that time, Wei remembered that the door was full of people from all walks of life, some who knew real kung fu, and others from all walks of life.
These people live around Weiji, selling eye drops and rat poison. The reason why they gather here is because the boss of Weiji is also a gangster and will protect these people appropriately.
As I said before, Sister Hong’s grandfather is not an ordinary person. He was Chen, a man with glasses from the coal horse.
Wei remembers that the boss’s name is Ma Weiqi, and he is one of the disciples of the martial arts master Dong Haichuan.
If you look up the information now, it is often said that the "Coal Saber" is Ma Weiqi from the Wei Ke Coal Factory.
The fact is not that the real coal saber is Hong Jie's grandpa glasses Chen.
Ma Weiqi was deeply respected by people in the world because he was doing business in Peiping, so he needed such a respected title.
Sister Hong’s grandfather did not come forward to explain, so it was considered allowed by default.
It snowed non-stop for several days, so Tou Tou lived in the coal factory for a few days. During this period, he met a black boy named Chen Xiaohei...
There was nothing to do when it snowed, so the two young men often went to watch people perform and listen to the old man's storytelling.
That evening, Wei remembered that a group of southern buskers came to the door, all wearing masks. One of them held a brick in his hand and punched hard, breaking the brick in half in an instant.
This was called an appearance, and the onlookers immediately cheered loudly.
Twenty-year-old Baotou and teenage Chen Xiaohei also watched and applauded.
The brick was broken with an inch fist, and the masked man with a southern accent said loudly: "Dear young and old gentlemen!"
"I'm passing by here today, begging for food!"
"The five of us are from the south, and we are also famous in the world. I heard that we have a Changchun Society here, and there are countless masters in it, so we traveled thousands of miles to pay a visit."
The crowd was talking a lot, and some people cursed: "Mom, you are just trying to cause trouble, please give me your name."
The masked man turned around with his fists in his hands and said loudly:
"The troops march into the treasury, and the horses march into Huashan."
"The third generation, the Five Ugly People of Social Fire."
