Feilong Town, Huifu Inn.

There are three people at the wine table.

One of the little girls ate three large bowls of Yangchun noodles before she was willing to stop. The waiter at Huifu Inn felt scornful when he saw the table of beggars.

The little girl Yingzi put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, sneezed, and then tugged on the corner of her clothes to the person next to her, Yang Shengzi, and muttered in a low voice:

"Brother, am I making people laugh? I ate three bowls of Yangchun noodles alone."

"How could it be? If they want to laugh, let them laugh. The mouth will grow on them." Yang Shengzi, who was sitting aside, touched the head of the little girl Yingzi and continued:

"When Yingzi is full, go and take a nap. This big brother's room has been arranged." Yang Shengzi pointed at the person in front of him, Astrology Pavilion Zhanyan.

The girl Eiko said "Oh" and went to the room on the second floor.

There were only two people left at the table.

Before Yang Shengzi could say anything, the person opposite took the lead and said, "How do you say it?"

"Sending Buddha to the West, since we are both sitting at the same table, can we do you a favor?" Yang Shengzi said with a smile.

"What are you busy with?" Zhan Yan raised his eyebrows and focused his eyes.

"Yingzi is an opportunity. I want to give her a martial arts skill. I have already taken a fancy to the dog-beating stick skills of the Beggars. How can I make her learn that I already have a plan to do a business with you?" Yang Shengzi sat on the table with one elbow.

He held his chin and said calmly.

"What deal?"

"fight!"

"Kill or not?"

"Whether or not to kill depends on your mood."

"Give me a reason to kill. I don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately and destroy the Taoist heart."

The two of them asked and answered questions.

"In order to prevent so many beggars in Qinglong Town, killing one person can save dozens of old, weak, sick and disabled beggars in the town, allowing these beggars to integrate into the beggar gang and find a way to make a living, and no longer beg.

Do you want to kill me?"

"In addition, it also allows you to see that the human heart is like water. What do you think will happen if a drop of water falls into a big dye vat?" Yang Shengzi suddenly showed a serious look on his face, and there seemed to be a beast roaring in his heart. Who can express this resentment from the bottom of his heart!

"We'll see. If they deserve to die, kill them all if they bump into me!" Xingxing Pavilion Zhan Yan took out a chess piece and played with it in the palm of his hand.

"Of course!" Yang Shengzi snapped his fingers.

"By the way, let me ask you, what did Qingwa Town teach you?" Astrology Pavilion Zhan Yan said meaningfully.

Yang Shengzi stood up, clapped his hands, left only one sentence and went upstairs to the room to rest.

Mr. Abacus.

Tell things, tell people, tell fortunes!

Xingxingge Zhanyan, who was still sitting on the table, picked up a chess piece between his fingers, threw it on the wine table and started spinning it. Xingxingge Zhanyan's eyes narrowed.

The chess pieces came to an abrupt stop.

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On the main street of Feilong Town.

The Feilong Town Beggars' Gang has obviously been preparing for this Beggars' Gang Conference for a long time. It held a celebration meeting for three days. Everyone around was drunk, and some even picked up the wine jars in their hands and drank it all in one gulp. It was so enjoyable!

Everyone praised and gave thumbs up.

One of them had a rosy face, and it was Hong Sannian, a young man from the Beggar Clan who won the first prize in the Beggar Clan Conference and was promoted to the elder of the Beggar Clan.

Everyone clasped their fists at Hong Sannian with envy and said:

"Hong has done a good job in the third year. After becoming the elder of the Beggar Clan, we must not forget about my brothers. We little shrimps will always have to eat dirt and ashes."

Hong Sannian turned around and cupped his fists at everyone:

"Everyone is so proud of me. How can the next martial artist He De be able to take on such an important task? I just hope that the Beggar Gang will be promoted so that there will no longer be so many beggars on the street begging for food. The Beggar Gang is not really begging for food!"

Everyone looked at the man in front of them, Hong Sannian, who had the potential to be the leader of the Beggars Clan, if it weren't for the fact that the current leader of the Beggars Clan, Wu Shihe, had a son named Wu Tieqiao.

This man took advantage of the fact that he was the son of the gang leader and became arrogant and domineering. He even had an affair with a woman in private and even had a concubine.

The Beggar Gang now has thirty-eight divisions, with thousands of members under its name, but its status in the world is still a third-rate sect. The Beggar Gang is really getting worse from generation to generation, and everyone is sighing!

After getting drunk, everyone left one after another. Hong Sannian, who had just been promoted to the elder of the Beggar Gang, was walking on the street alone. Maybe he drank too much today. He only saw a fortune-telling shop next to him. He had a big hand and a small hand.

After lifting, stand quietly.

The sudden appearance of a fortune-telling shop didn't make Hong Sansan think twice. He shook his dizzy head and walked forward with a wine jar in hand.

"Can you please stop and leave me a few words?"

The young man and the young boy were Yang Shengzi and the young girl Eiko who walked out of the inn.

Hong Sannian stopped walking forward. The fortune teller needs to be beaten, right? He just pretends to be a ghost in front of others, but he still does this in front of me, looking for trouble!

Hong Sannian turned around and punched him.

Unexpectedly, the man and the woman did not dodge even a step. When the punch had reached their faces, the man finally spoke.

"In the third year of Hong's reign, the new elder of the Beggar Clan!"

The punching wind suddenly stopped, and it was only at this moment that Hong Sanannian began to look at the man in front of him.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you idiot? Everyone in Feilong Town knows that my name is Hong Sannian. If you are sensible, leave Feilong Town as soon as possible. There is no place for a swindling idiot here."

Yang Shengzi in front of the fortune-telling shop was not angry, but put his hands behind his back and said with a slight smile:

"The position of leader of the Beggar Gang is about to be yours. As long as you agree to one condition, you will teach the little girl next to you your dog-beating stick skills, and after becoming the leader, you will properly deal with the helpless beggars in Qinglong Town.

old woman,"

"That's nonsense!"

Hong Sannian, the elder of the Beggar Clan, thought this man had some great abilities, but he did not expect to say such ridiculous words. He no longer thought of beating him up, and turned around and headed towards the Beggar Clan.

Unexpectedly, the man behind him said a word and stopped talking.

"After three days, if you have figured it out, come here and see me."

Hong, the elder of the Beggar Clan, returned to the gang in the third year. Today, a big event happened in the gang. Wu Tieqiao, the son of the gang leader, was beaten by some daring person. His nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and he was lame in one arm.

Wu Tieqiao was crying for his father and mother at the moment. He was lying on the pearwood chair in the lobby of the gang, looking at his father Wu Shihe who was sitting in a high position, and shouted loudly:

"Dad, have you found the thief who beat me? I will tear him in half with my own hands, or else he will be the leader of the bunch of stinking beggars who will rebel when they see bad times. How brave!"

Wu Shihe, who was sitting in the high hall, had a gloomy look on his face. He was so courageous that he bullied his son. Wu Shihe felt most sorry for his precious son Wu Tieqiao. Even if everyone in the Beggar Clan died, he was not too sad.

After all, outsiders are not as close as family members. Wu Tieqiao will take over his position. Whoever you are, the next leader of the Beggar Clan, if you commit crimes on the territory of the Beggar Clan, my son will have no chance of survival.

The leader of the Beggar Clan, Wu Shihe, slapped the table and chairs, causing them to burst into pieces and flying dust. After the dust cleared, only an order was heard from the leader of the Beggar Clan, Wu Shihe.

"The ten elders listened to the order and killed all the beggars and old women at the top of the city. After killing them all, the thief will naturally show up. It will be the time for the thief to die!"

All nine elders were seen clasping their fists in response, but there was only one person, the elder of the Beggar Clan, Hong Sannian, who stayed there quietly.

Wu Shihe, the leader of the Beggar Clan, narrowed his eyes slightly, murderous intent flashed through his eyes, and then returned to normal, saying in a deep voice:

"It's been three years, why haven't you spoken?"

Hong Sansan, the elder of the Beggar Clan, walked out in one step and responded with clasped fists:

"Brother Bing, Hong Sannian feels that there is something fishy about this matter. It is not appropriate to draw conclusions prematurely. If we kill dozens of beggars at the top of the city like this, it will bring bad reputation to the Beggar Gang!"

Unexpectedly, Wu Tieqiao, who was lying on the pear wood chair, flew into a rage. He pointed at Hong Sannian in the lobby and shouted:

"Hong Sannian, tell yourself whether you are with that bandit. I have long disliked you and asked you, do you want to rebel?"

The label of a rebel is now on!

There was something strange in the lobby. The gang leader Hong Sannian narrowed his eyes slightly, his murderous intention clearly visible.

The nine elders in the lobby smiled playfully and did not say anything to persuade. It was none of their business and they didn't worry about it.

Hong, the elder of the Beggar Clan, had not said a word for three years, with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, Wu Tieqiao, who was sitting on the pear-wood chair, was furious once again. He stood up, picked up the pear-wood chair, and walked up to Hong Sannian, the elder of the Beggar Clan.

A violent beating!

Hong, the elder of the Beggar Clan, had not resisted for three years. He was covered in blood and passed out.

Let’s light a second fire!

On the second day, dozens of beggars and old women at the top of Feilong Town were slaughtered like livestock. It was truly an unscrupulous disaster. The disaster quickly spread to the 38th branch of the Beggar Gang and became more and more serious. Finally, the gang leader

Everyone from top to bottom learned about this.

An undercurrent is quietly surging.

Wu Tieqiao, the beloved son of Wu Shihe, the leader of the Beggar Clan, has mostly recovered from his injuries. He is sitting on a pearwood chair in the lobby. His expression does not get better, but becomes more gloomy. He thinks that everyone has been killed and the thief has not yet appeared.

Did he kill the wrong person?
To be continued...