The catering industry has always been like this. The customer is God and the boss. Before paying the bill, you can say as many nice things as you should. Once there is no money to pay the bill, then it is the other way around. The boss is the boss and the freeloaders become the grandchildren. Only
To be beaten.
They were well prepared from behind and rushed out of a large group of seven or eight people, armed with conventional weapons such as kitchen knives, frying spoons, and rolling pins.
The boss was very experienced. After giving the order, he rushed to the door and blocked the way.
Seeing that the boss had taken action, everyone swarmed forward and a crackling sound was heard.
"Don't! Stop! It hurts, I didn't say it, don't give it, oh! I'll kill someone!" The young man wailed on the ground, and he had long lost the aura of a freeloader like the elder of the Beggar Clan.
"You dare to say no, I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you! And you dare to be a freeloader!"
Gradually, the wailing sound became quieter, and the person who was beaten obviously lost his breath, and only the unstoppable humming could be heard.
The boss and the guys vented their pain and their anger disappeared a lot.
However, at this time, a very inappropriate voice came out in the store, which instantly made the calm atmosphere tense again.
"Boss, I don't have any money either! I'm also a freeloader."
"Hit him again, beat him to death!" The restaurant owner was going crazy. What kind of world is this? How could he be like this?
"Ah!" The young man on the ground screamed like a pig again, and someone kicked him in the back.
"Hit me, beat me!" Cheng Yu quickly lay down on the ground, hugged his head, curled up, and put on a very experienced look.
"Boss, who are you going to beat?"
"Hit me, beat me!"
"Listen to him and beat him. If you can't beat him to death, don't stop!" Everyone immediately surrounded Cheng Yu.
The cry of "Oh my God!" was accompanied by crackling sounds again.
"You guys keep beating, why did you stop? Hurry up, damn it, I'm so mad, I'm here for nothing!" The boss looked at the guys who had stopped, and angrily ordered them to beat again.
"Boss, I can't beat you anymore. Oh my god, this guy's bones are so hard!" The guys were exhausted and fell to the side one after another, breathing heavily.
"That's right, boss, if I beat him again, I'm afraid he won't die. I'll be exhausted!"
"I'm not tired, I'm in pain, oh! It hurts so much!" A waiter rubbed his ankle. He had kicked hard a few times, and it was obvious that he had hit the iron plate.
"Why is it not moving? Could it be that he is dead?" Someone noticed something strange. Cheng Yu was lying motionless on the ground with his fingers.
"That's not right, this kid never snorted from the beginning to the end!"
"Don't pretend to be dead, get up!" The boss raised his foot and kicked Cheng Yu's right shoulder, and a shocking scene occurred.
While the boss kicked Cheng Yu's body, he yelled "Oh!", kicked back a few big steps, and sat down on the ground with a plop.
"Me!" The boss was about to have a seizure when a heartbreaking pain came over him, "Oh! My foot!"
Everyone looked at the boss's ankles, which were swollen into the shape of roasted pig's trotters, which made people feel distressed.
"Hey! Are you finished?" Cheng Yu turned over and sat up, stroking his right shoulder, "Oh! My shoulder hurts so much!"
Ignoring the strange looks in their eyes, they helped the young beggar on the ground and staggered out of the store.
"Are you okay?" In a forest outside the town, Cheng Yu poured Nine Yang's war energy into the beggar's wound and asked softly.
"It's okay, I'm used to it, thank you brother, I'm here
Qian Shiqiu, a five-pack disciple of the Beggar Clan."
"My name is Cheng Yu"
"Catch him, don't let him escape!" On the official road not far away, a figure ran quickly, with dust flying behind it.
Before the two of them could think about it, the figure was so fast that it had already come closer. As the figure swayed, it was actually very free and elegant, stretched and generous, giving people a sense of beauty.
While Cheng Yu and Qian Shiqiu were still shocked and admiring, the man turned around mysteriously, threw out two white lights from his hand, and the two closest pursuers fell off their horses.
"Quick, Jin Bing!" The man only uttered three words, then fell down in front of the two of them and passed out.
He's an old man.
Without any thought or hesitation, Cheng Yu pressed his right hand directly on the old man's chest and abdomen, channeled into the Nine Yangs' war energy, and released his spiritual consciousness. The man was injured by an arrow. The shaft of the arrow had been pulled out, but a small fragment of the arrow was left.
, it is broken inside the body, less than an inch from the heart, it is really dangerous.
"Drink!" Cheng Yu shouted.
With a thought, at the same time, he destroyed the ancient spiritual power and produced a huge thrust towards the arrow. Poof - the arrow flew out from the wound. The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he woke up leisurely.
Cheng Yu quickly set up a healing formation with his left hand and sent all his strength to send the Nine Suns war energy into the old man's body. Especially the injured area was surrounded and covered by a layer of white light gas visible to the naked eye.
The whole set of coherent movements was completed in one go. It sounds slow, but in fact, it took less than two minutes. Qian Shiqiu looked at everything that happened in front of him, his mouth wide open.
At this time, the Jin people had already chased him outside the woods, and the shouts of killing could be heard very close to his ears.
"Brother Qian, protect me!"
Cheng Yu let go of the old man and unfolded the Wind and Cloud Steps. A gray line shot out, followed by a scream.
"Little brother, be careful, I'm here to help you!"
Before Qian Shiqiu could react, the injured old man's body flashed and flew away. There was no sign of any physical injuries.
Oh my god, what's wrong with these people? Have they all been injected with chicken blood? Even though the Five Bags disciples were still confused, they rushed out of the woods.
When Qian Shiqiu rushed out, more than a dozen Jin soldiers were already lying down outside the woods. Cheng Yu and the old man each rode an armored war horse.
"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time and don't get too hung up on fighting. The pursuer is Wanyan Loushi, the strongest war god in the Jin Kingdom." the old man reminded.
"Don't let Xu Zhuzi go, let go of the arrows!" Another group of cavalry came flying over.
"Brother Qian, mount your horse and let's go!"
The three men and three riders did not dare to delay any longer and galloped forward along the official road.
After running for less than five miles, a large amount of dust rose up in the field to the right, as if there were thousands of troops lying in wait.
"Is it reinforcements from the Yue Family Army?" Cheng Yu was the first to discover.
"No!" the old man replied without thinking.
"Look, there's one on the left, too." Further ahead on the left, dust also appeared.
"They are the kidnappers of the Jin Army! Don't tangle with them. Follow me closely and kill them!" The old man took out a wine gourd from his arms and drank several large gulps.
"Drive!" He suddenly changed direction and galloped towards the right front where the dust was flying.
Cheng Yu followed closely and shouted, "Fengzhuan, go!" A strange wind spun, quickly surpassed the old man in front, and swept towards the target direction. Qian Shiqiu also followed.
When they got closer, the three of them saw clearly that it was indeed Jin Bing's cavalry, which had been thrown into disarray by the strange wind.
"The talisman of life and death, hold it!" The old man spit out a large amount of wine, moved his hands quickly in front of him, then raised it again and again, and several rays of silver light were fired at the enemy.
There were screams from the formation.
Cheng Yu didn't show any signs of weakness, "Electric Slash, go!" Arcs of light rippled and flew towards him, and there was another sound of crying for father and mother.
By the time the Jin soldiers reacted with most of their casualties, the three of them had already gone far away and could no longer catch up.
"I'm Xu Zhuzi, what are your surnames for the two little brothers?"
"It turns out that I am senior Xu Zhuzi of the Xiaoyao Sect. I am Qian Shiqiu, a disciple of the Five Pockets of the Beggar Clan. This is my little brother Cheng Yu who I just met."
The three of them were sitting on the ground on a river embankment. Under their feet was the surging Yellow River water, rolling towards the east.
Xu Zhuzi was originally a monk from the Shaolin Temple. By chance, he received the Yi Jiazi Kungfu inheritance from Xiaoyaozi, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, so he returned to secular life and became the new head of the Xiaoyao sect. Later, he met a destined person, Li Qinglu, Princess of Yinchuan of the Xixia Kingdom, and became the new leader of the Xixia Kingdom.
Attached horse.
Emperor Renzong of Xixia sent a caravan to trade with the Jin people this summer. Xu Zhuzi, as the leader of the caravan guard, not only protected the safety of the caravan, but also explored some high-level information about the country.
Maybe after staying in the Kingdom of Jin for a long time, Wanyan Loushi discovered the clues and dispatched the elite Guaizima. The Guaizima, also known as the Lianma, is one of the elite troops of the Jin Kingdom, and its combat effectiveness is second only to that of the Yue Family Army.
Carrying the Wei army.
The entire caravan was killed, and he almost lost his life.
"Thank you, little brother Cheng Yu, for risking your life to save me!" Xu Zhuzi once again expressed his gratitude. He was already sixty-one years old, and his silver hair and beard were fluttering in the wind.
"You're welcome, senior. According to what senior said, these kidnappers are the most elite troops of the Jin army. I'm afraid the Song army will be in danger when they go south this time!"
"I found out this time that the strongest combat power of Jin Bing is not Guaizima, but also a mysterious organization, Flying Eagle!" When he said this, Xu Zhuzi's expression became more solemn, as if he was very afraid of the Flying Eagle organization.
"Flying Eagle?" Cheng Yu looked confused. This was a name he had never heard of before.
Qian Shiqiu on the side was shocked when he heard the word "flying eagle", but for a moment, it returned to normal.
Qian Shiqiu is the elder of the Beggar Clan Dayong who is in charge of the Five Bags. The Beggar Clan has rules and is called a disciple of the Beggar Clan to the outside world. In fact, the internal hierarchy is very strict. Only those with more than five bags can be called elders, and those with four bags can be called elders.
All are disciples.
The purpose of this trip is to participate in the Hangzhou Beggar Clan Conference, and it has a top-secret mission, which is related to the safety of the Beggar Clan, Marshal Yue, and the Song Dynasty.
"You are a disciple of the Beggar Clan's Five Bags. Do you know what this Beggar Clan Conference means?" When Qian Shiqiu mentioned the Hangzhou Beggar Clan Conference, Xu Zhuzi suddenly became interested.
"I am of low status and don't know it."
"I heard that the current gang leader has been childless for many years. He has no interest in gang affairs and wants to retire. I am afraid that this meeting is for the new gang leader." Xu Zhuzi said his guess, his eyes became more profound.
Then he seemed to have made a lot of determination, "It is fate that we meet today. Brother Qian, I will teach you the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon on behalf of my elder brother, Gang Leader Qiao Feng. Are you willing?"
"My dear teacher, please bow to me as a disciple!" Qian Shiqiu was also a smart man. He was stunned for a moment and then realized what he was doing. He immediately knelt down and saluted.
The deeds of the old gang leader Qiao Feng are naturally respected by everyone among the Beggar Clan disciples. Now that gang leader Qiao's former brother is passing on his skills, Qian Shiqiu is extremely happy.
"You get up, there is no need to become a disciple. I am fulfilling the task entrusted by my eldest brother that day. Since my eldest brother Qiao Feng, your Beggar Clan's unique skills of subduing the dragon with the Eighteen Palms and the Dog Beating Stick have been lost to generations. Although they have been passed down for several generations,
Gang leader, things are going from bad to worse, and it’s time for revitalization.”
"Fortunately, my elder brother taught me back then that it's time to return it to the Beggar Gang!"