"What about Yang Yuan Gong?" A group of people below asked boldly, but the question got to everyone's heart.
"Yang Yuan Gong? Humph, originally only the gang leader could practice it, but..." Protector Li suddenly gave a fist to the gang leader, "But the gang leader is wise and selfless, so he decided to relax the rules. Listen up, anyone who becomes the gang leader's disciple can do it.
Practice Yang Yuan Gong. In the middle of next month, a ring will be set up in the martial arts arena. For this competition, the gang leader will select ten people to be his disciples and pass down "Yang Yuan Gong". I know everyone likes to listen to books and storytellers.
We often talk about opportunities. Those opportunities that you have been talking about and dreaming about have finally come. It depends on whether you have the ability..." Protector Li stretched out his palm and clenched his fist fiercely: "Grab it tightly!!!
!”
Roar!!
"The gang leader is wise..."
"The gang leader is wise..."
"The gang leader is wise..."
The crowd cheered loudly and howled with excitement.
But Protector Li quickly poured cold water on them, "Don't be too happy. There are more than 700 disciples in our group, and only the first 200 can enter the first floor of the Cangwu Pavilion and choose a kung fu from it.
Only the top 100 people are qualified to enter the second floor of the Cangwu Pavilion. The top 50 people are qualified to enter the third floor of the Cangwu Pavilion. Only the top ten are qualified to become the disciples of the gang leader and can be awarded the "Yangyuan Divine Art"
.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd in the arena fell silent for an instant, and then there was a cry of mourning.
Protector Li said everything he needed to say, returned to his original position, and watched calmly with all the senior officials.
"Oh, I can definitely become the leader's disciple." Xiang Yang said excitedly, making fists with both hands to cheer himself up.
Su Qiulian calmed down instead.
He noticed that although the gang leaders and elders were smiling, they somehow gave him an inexplicably familiar heavy feeling. He had felt this feeling from his father many times, from childhood to adulthood, in every secret operation.
His father always smiled and played with him, and the aura that he inadvertently exuded was particularly heavy. Su Qiulian was very sensitive to this and began to think about the hidden and unknown meaning in it.
Regarding martial arts skills, the widely circulated evaluation in the world is as follows: entering the third level is commonly known as third-rate, which means third-rate martial arts; entering the second level is second-rate martial arts; and entering the first level is naturally first-rate martial arts.
Yangyuan Gong, according to legend, is a profound martial arts that has reached the first level. It is the secret code of magical skills that martial arts practitioners dream of.
Su Qiulian learned the "Five Tigers Broken Gate Sword" from Protector Li, which is a third-level martial arts.
As a member of the Heyang Gang, if you want to learn a third-rate martial arts, you have to find ways to build connections. If you don't have enough connections, you have to spend a lot of money to clear the connections. Or, you have to make great contributions to the gang. Zangwu
The pavilion is the arsenal of the Heyang Gang and an important basis for the Heyang Gang to become the largest gang in Fuyang Prefecture. It makes no sense to suddenly open the entire Cangwu Pavilion. Although only a hundred people were selected to enter in the end, this was too generous.
, unlike the Heyang Gang’s style of conduct.
Even the "Yang Yuan Gong", which only gang leaders can practice and symbolizes the leader of a gang, was taken out.
There must be something going on here, and it's something big and bad.
Su Qiulian decided to go back and tell his father about this.
Amid the discussion, the gang leader and elders quietly retreated, and the pudgy leader stood up again and announced the disbandment.
The remaining members of the gang gathered together in groups of threes and threes and discussed enthusiastically.
Even the gang members who had ordinary boxing and kicking skills and who were usually timid and afraid of getting into trouble, at this time, they had some fantasies and fantasies following the discussion, imagining that after obtaining the "Yang Yuan Gong", they could wield the sword to the end of the world and become famous.
When he got old, he founded a sect and became the patriarch whom everyone worshiped.
Xiang Yang's eyes seemed to be burning with a ball of fire, and the courage that had disappeared in the past emerged again, and he shouted at Su Qiulian: "I will defeat you this time, Su Qiulian."
It seems that as long as you defeat Su Qiulian, you can become the leader's disciple.
Su Qiulian left without looking back.
It's almost time to replace Yanghe's patrol. He will go home immediately after it is over. Today, Su Qiulian does not want to stay in the gang to practice.
...
After breakfast, Su Bin saw that Su Qiulian couldn't put it down, but reluctantly went back to the room to put away the black knife. The father and son did not communicate much throughout the whole process. Su Bin understood his son's intentions, but he couldn't be used to it at this time.
A craftsman's tool is no small matter, and being willful will lead to bad things.
It wasn't until around midnight when Su Qiulian went to the Heyang Gang that Su Bin put away the dishes and chopsticks carelessly, without any expression on his face.
Returning to the wooden table again, Su Bin boiled a pot of water and made a pot of tea. He smelled the faint fragrance of tea, and his face slowly revealed his thoughts.
I don't know how much time has passed, but the tea has cooled down. Su Bin drank it all and poured himself another half cup.
"You're here." Su Bin said calmly.
"I'm here." A voice came from outside the door.
"You shouldn't have come." Su Bin shook his head slightly.
"But I'm still here." The voice said with emotion: "You knew I would come."
"Yes! I know, but I know better that you shouldn't come. You and I both know that you really shouldn't come!!" Su Bin found that the tea in his mouth became bitter.
"I'm already here, why don't you buy me a drink?"
"I only have bitter tea here, do you want it?"
"Hahaha, bitter tea is interesting. All the taste of a person's life is in tea. Tasting tea is much more interesting than drinking alcohol."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure stepped into the door. The door was obviously closed, but when the person stepped in, it opened silently and quickly, as if it had never been closed and had always been open.
Su Bin smiled bitterly: "Our life is not interesting." After saying this, he naturally took an empty cup and filled it with tea.
The man closed the door and walked to the table. The shadow almost covered Su Bin and did not fade until he sat down.
This is an extremely burly man.
Su Bin handed over the teacup. There was no ripple in the tea, because his hand was too steady.
The man stretched out a palm to catch it, and the overflowing tea swayed without leaking. Seeing this, Su Bin raised his head and glanced at the other person, and the next moment he smiled and said: "You are old."
"Fart! I'm five years younger than you." The burly man spoke excitedly, and the tea finally overflowed from the cup, and he cursed angrily: "Damn it."
Gulu gulu~~
After drinking a full cup of tea, he blurted out: "This tea is not bitter!"
"Haha," Su Bin smiled: "The tea I made yesterday and brewed seven times is certainly not bitter." After a pause, the smile disappeared: "I am bitter because you are here. Old ghost!"
"Are you worried about the secret department?" The old ghost snorted and poured himself a cup of tasteless tea.
Su Bin sighed: "You and I are both retired people. We practice different techniques. We were once partners, but now we are the last people we should associate with. However, I knew you would come one day, but I didn't expect this.