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This chapter is for Saturday, and the two chapters before noon and in the evening on Sunday are the same.
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The hero of Guanzhong is not the frail scholar he once was given by the imperial court, and Shanxi Yan is not the white-browed man with hidden weapons who wields a large golden ring sword.
The Great Hero of Guanzhong is the Great Hero of Guanzhong. He has been famous for thirty years. He is powerful in Guanzhong with his pair of iron palms and is respected as a Great Hero by people in the world.
Su Yang has always believed that terms such as young knight, heroine, old knight, old hero, and senior are just polite words, but it must not be simple for a person to be called a "hero"
thing.
Shanxi Yan hasn't arrived yet, but several people are already standing in his yard.
An old man smoking dry cigarettes, but the pipe pot in his hand is made of pure steel; a vendor selling steamed buns, his buns are always in a steamer, covered with clean gauze, but his buns are placed on the ground.
Dozens of steamed buns were stacked one on top of the other, stacked straight up to a height of seven or eight feet. The vendor stood like a golden rooster on top of the stack of steamed buns, standing evenly and steadily, motionless.
A poor scholar full of sourness, with his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran walked into the courtyard and walked around, muttering Lu Fangweng's words.
There was an unkempt beggar squatting in the corner. A man selling wild medicine, carrying a medicine box on his back, squatted next to the beggar and said something to the beggar with a serious face, but the beggar smiled and looked indifferent.
There were also pollen sellers, vegetable sellers carrying burdens, and fortune tellers holding up a white sail. The small courtyard was lively, just like a market in the town. These people were busy with their own business, that is, they did not take the initiative.
When greeting Su Yang, Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, no one asked them anything.
Su Yang was not polite and went to the kitchen next to the courtyard to find a few large bowls and put them on the table, then filled them with wine.
Before he could drink, an ordinary bald old man suddenly walked in from outside the yard. His face was sallow, and he was wearing a gray and simple coarse cloth farmer's clothes. It was long or short, and it just covered his knees.
Wearing white cloth socks and gray cloth shoes on his feet, he looked like an old man who came from the countryside to go to the market.
But his eyes were bright, piercing, and radiant.
When the people in the yard saw him coming, they immediately stood still and became quiet, silently making way for them.
The bald old man didn't seem to be walking very fast, but in two steps, he was suddenly in front of Lu Xiaofeng.
Among the three top Qing Kung of the Tianqinmen, ‘Yan Nan Fei’ ranks first. At least half of the nickname of Shan Xiyan, the hero of Guanzhong, comes from this Qing Kung.
On the square table, Su Yang, Hua Manlou, and Lu Xiaofeng sat on each side. Shanxi Yan sat down on the empty side, picked up a bowl of wine, sniffed it, and said, "Good wine."
Lu Xiaofeng nodded and said: "It is indeed a good wine. But you shouldn't snatch my bowl."
Shanxi Yan looked at Su Yang and said, "Can you give me a bowl too?"
Su Yang poured him a bowl without saying a word.
The four people picked up the bowls and started drinking. In an instant, there were only four large empty bowls left on the table.
Shanxi Yanhuang's miserable face suddenly turned red, and his whole person seemed to be energetic. He stretched out his sleeve and wiped his mouth and said: "Okay, the wine is strong enough, and the person is strong enough."
Lu Xiaofeng said: "If a person is energetic enough, the wine will be energetic enough."
Shanxi Yan looked at him and said, "I haven't seen you for three years and you haven't drunk yourself to death yet."
Lu Xiaofeng pointed to Su Yang's gourd and said, "If I had encountered this gourd a few months earlier, I would have drunk myself to death."
Shanxi Yan raised his head and looked at Su Yang carefully for a while, and said: "The wine that can make Lu Xiaofeng drink to death must not be found even in the palace. The young man who can find such wine must be Kuai Jian Xiao Su."
Su Yang nodded and smiled: "Kuai Jian Xiao Su wants to ask you a question."
"Say!" Shanxi Yan said.
"Is Huo Tianqing a member of the Qinglong Society?"
Shanxi Yan's face immediately darkened and he said: "Although Huo Tianqing and I haven't had any contact with each other for several years, he is from the Tianqin Sect and is my uncle."
"I know, that's why we came to ask you." Lu Xiaofeng said.
Su Yang asked, "You haven't had any contact with each other for several years?"
Shanxi Yan nodded: "Yes, since three years ago, my uncle has stopped coming to my place. When we come to visit him, he blocks us all."
"What if..." Lu Xiaofeng took a deep breath and seemed to muster up a lot of courage before speaking out: "I mean if, he is a member of the Qinglong Society..."
Shanxi Yan interrupted him directly, but did not answer him directly. Instead, he pointed to an old man smoking a cigarette in the yard and said: "That old monster, his surname is Fan, his name is Fan E. Do you recognize him?"
Lu Xiaofeng asked: "Could it be Mr. Fan Da who once broke into Feiyu Pond alone, wiped out eight villages, and hit thirty-six major acupuncture points on the human body with a dry tobacco pipe, resulting in seventy-two strokes?"
Shanxi Yan said: "That's him."
Hua Manlou continued: "Fan and Jian are both equally famous in Northwest China. That poor scholar must be Mr. Jian Er?"
Shanxi Yan nodded and said: "Those poor beggars, wild hermits, vendors selling steamed buns and vegetables, and sellers selling pollen, plus a few of them are sworn brothers, some people call them Shanxi Qiyi. They are also all
Some of my classmates are even Huo Tianqing's disciples in terms of Zhao's seniority."
Lu Xiaofeng already understood what Shanxi Yan meant.
Shanxi Yandao: "The ancestor has dedicated his life to martial arts. When he was seventy-seven, he had a descendant, and it was Huo Tianqing. The first major commandment of the Tianqin Sect is to respect our teachers and respect the Tao. This generation and rules are all
There is absolutely no mistake, so whether he sees us or not, he is my uncle, and he is the only one who can inherit the Tianqin Sect's tradition. We have been greatly favored by our master, and even if we are shattered to pieces, we will never let him.
He was a little surprised, and you should probably understand this."
Lu Xiaofeng said: "I understand."
Shanxi Yan let out a long sigh and said, "So if he dies, none of our hundreds of descendants from Tianqinmen will be able to survive."
Lu Xiaofeng frowned and said, "Maybe I will die."
Shanxi Yan said: "You are my friend, and I don't want you to die."
Lu Xiaofeng wanted to say something more, but Su Yang said: "I think you all have made a mistake. We are here today not to let anyone die, but to find out a problem."
"If he is a member of the Qinglong Society, he should die." Shanxi Yan said firmly: "But he is definitely not a member of the Qinglong Society. Three years ago, he had a fight with the Qinglong Society because of Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion's branch in Hebei Road.
, killed a hall leader of the Qinglong Society."
"Three years ago?" Su Yang asked, "Has he stopped interacting with you since then?"
Shanxi Yan nodded: "Yes."
"Have the Qinglong Club ever caused trouble with the Tianqinmen before this?" Su Yang continued to ask.
Shanxi Yandao: "The Qinglong Society has always wanted to annex Tianqinmen, and they even promised me a position as the leader of the hall."
"If I'm not wrong, the Qinglong Club hasn't given you any trouble in the past three years, right?"
Shanxi Yan thought about it for a moment and said: "Yes, since the battle three years ago, the Qinglong Society seems to have been subdued by the uncle. Not only is it no longer sorry for the Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion, but it has also not sent anyone to the Heavenly Birds again."
Three years, three years, three years, several three years together is still one three years. What happened in three years, this style is so familiar, Xiao Qinglong, Xiao Qinglong, can't you be a little new in doing things?
?
Su Yang slammed the table and said loudly: "I understand! So that's how it is!"
