Xiaoxiang Palace, formerly the Ezhou Sword Society with only a hundred people, now has hundreds of thousands of members. Half of the Xiang troops on Jinghu North Road and Jinghu South Road come from Xiaoxiang Palace, and there are countless militiamen. Its head office is located in Yuezhou, and its branch office

Spread across Jinghu Lake, it is the second largest military club in the world after the Zhongyi Patrol Club.

For the sake of personal safety, the leader of Xiaoxiang Palace, Shen Yuli, rarely showed up. Most of the time, he was a deputy secretary under his command, recording and handling matters in the Yueyang Garden, a huge mansion in the city.

It was night, and the guards in Yueyang Garden walked through the corridors, pavilions, halls, and pavilions, and announced "Chengdu Yuan Jingyang is asking for an audience" one by one. Soon, a short, thin young man stepped into the gate of Yueyang Garden.

Just after passing the first line of guards and about to pass through the corridor, the second line of guards crossed their spears and blocked the way.

"If you want to enter the corridor, you must hand over your body first," the guard said.

Yuan Jingyang pressed the bow string with his hand and said: "No, I have the bow and the other person is here."

"Then you can't go there."

"Okay, then I can go back." With that said, Yuan Jingyang turned around and left.

At this time, a man with the appearance of a hundred households came from behind the corridor and told the guards: "Tan Lu has an order. This person can be an exception. You can let him go quickly."

As expected, it was exactly what Brother Yu said. Yuan Jingyang was secretly happy and came back to walk over in a swaggering manner.

Yuan Jingyang walked all the way to the depths and found that every key position was guarded by tall men wearing armor and holding spears. Based on a rough estimate, there should be no less than a thousand people in the Yueyang Garden.

What if what Brother Yu taught me doesn't work, and these gangsters swarm me, and they won't tear me apart? Thinking of this, Yuan Jingyang's calves twitched unconsciously.

At this moment, there were several bangs in my ears. The people who were standing at their posts lined up and left neatly. Another group of people took up their positions. It was time to change the guard at this time. Seeing this scene,

Yuan Jingyang understood that the number of people he had estimated before would be doubled. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This is not a garden, it is clearly a military camp.

Yuan Jingyang's idea was correct. Military societies are similar to military camps. For some reason, people in the Song Dynasty always give people the impression of being gentle and weak. In fact, this impression is mostly caused by the behavior of the court. In reality, the people of the Song Dynasty

Because they read a lot, they do appear to be gentle, but they are not cowardly at all. On the contrary, they are sometimes extremely fierce.

"Chengdu Yuan Jingyang has arrived!"

Following a high-pitched announcement, Yuan Jingyang found himself stepping into a wide lobby. He raised his head and looked around. The roof was three feet high, with huge beams crisscrossing above it. He didn't know how many people could be ambushed. Look again.

The hall is paved with polished blue bricks, with four rows of tables and chairs lined up on both sides. It is full of guests and friends, chatting happily. The musicians in the back are intoxicated with the performance, and a group of actors in the middle are performing along with the music. But the highest seat in the hall is

It's an empty chair.

"Brother Yuan, you're here." A handsome young man stood up from the last seat to say hello.

Yuan Jingyang could tell at a glance that it was Shi Jifeng.

Yuan Jingyang looked at Shi Jifeng with slight surprise. He thought that these people were taken away from Xiaoxiang Palace to be tortured and questioned about their whereabouts. Unexpectedly, they were eating and drinking here now. Not only were they not injured,

Not damaged, but gained some weight. It seems that I really thought too much.

After exchanging a few words with Shi Jifeng, Yuan Jingyang did not forget to find Yelv Mi and greeted her with a lewd smile. When Yelv Mi saw that he was back alive, he did not show any expression other than rolling his eyes. However, Xing Mu Yao took the initiative to shout,

He said that there was no shortage of money now and he didn't need to worry. However, Gao Banghong and Dong Guoyong were already drunk and unconscious.

It seems like there is nothing wrong with me, how about I go back? Yuan Jingyang thought, taking a few steps back, planning to run away. As soon as his heels hit the threshold, the door to the lobby was closed by the guard outside. And soon

Soon, the actors retreated, the musicians stopped playing, the guests in the lobby gradually became quiet, and the huge Jiuli Hall became suffocatingly silent.

There was a middle-aged man in the second column on the left who couldn't help but ask the person next to him: "What's going on? Who is that person in the hall?"

"Good question!" Along with the sound of metal friction, a woman wearing silver mountain armor stood up from the seat in the first row on the right. This person was the 64th person in the Xiaoxiang Palace.

Five Tan Cui language.

Tan Cuiyu walked slowly to the center of the hall, stood upright and stretched out her left arm to introduce to everyone: "This is the distinguished guest I have been waiting for for many days. He broke into Jinglei Manor at night and shot Chengdu Yuan Jingyang, our agency's special envoy.

"

The guests quickly began to whisper and discuss.

"Did this person kill Special Envoy Fang?"

"real or fake?"

"It's not like that. Look at him as skinny as a monkey."

…

Yuan Jingyang turned his pupils back and forth and observed this group of people for a while. He saw that almost all of them were covered in brocade and had extraordinary appearance. They were also guarded by one or two burly bodyguards behind them. He knew that they were not ordinary people. Maybe...

These people are holding a military and social meeting.

Just as he was thinking about it, a middle-aged man wearing a purple gold crown and a white splendid coat came out from behind the screen. This man had tiger eyes and sharp eyebrows, a thick black beard and hair, and an extraordinary appearance. He took two steps and walked to the main hall.

In the center, he sat on the grand master's chair.

This man is quite majestic. Could he be the legendary Shen Yuli? Yuan Jingyang thought to himself.

At this time, the guests turned to the middle-aged man one after another, cupped their hands and said, "I have met President Liu."

Club Leader Liu? Isn’t the leader of Xiaoxiang Palace surnamed Shen? Why is Club Leader “Liu” sitting on the main seat?

Soon, Yuan Jingyang’s doubts were solved. It turned out that the name of Liu Yan was Liu Yan, the great-grandson of Liu Qi, the famous anti-gold general. He is currently the chief owner of the Zhongyi Society. The Zhongyi Society has nearly one million members and is spread all over the country.

Throughout the Song and Jin Dynasties, it was the largest society. As a descendant of a famous general and the general leader of the Zhongyi Society, Liu Yan naturally had to be given face by others, and there was nothing wrong with him sitting at the head of the military society meeting.

A trace of disdain flashed across Tan Cuiyu's eyes, and she saluted Liu Yan like the others.

"You don't need to be polite, Mr. Liu has also met you." Liu Yan half sat up, half stood up, and returned the greeting.

After these red tapes were over, Tan Cuiyu said: "Today, I invite all the military club owners to come to Yueyang Garden's Jiuli Xiangtang to hold a military club meeting. It is my master's intention to get to know all the heroes, enhance friendship, and work together for the cause.

Work hard to protect the country and the people of the Song Dynasty. Here, I would like to toast you all." After saying that, she took the wine handed over by the maid and drank it down in one gulp.

In such a pleasant environment, there will definitely be people who spoil the mood. Just when everyone was planning to drink and have a banquet, a middle-aged man in green suddenly stood up and said: "Tan Lu, before drinking, I have something to say

I want to ask you something."

Tan Cui said: "It turns out that he is the owner of the Siming Township Society in Mingzhou (now Ningbo, Zhejiang Province). I don't know what you want to ask?"

The leader of the society, Kong Leikong, laughed and said: "Since today is the military society meeting, we, the society leaders, and the vice-communists all came to attend the meeting, and even the leader Liu of the Zhongyi Society came in person. But why did you, the Xiaoxiang Society, only send
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