I am in the reincarnation of the heavens

Chapter 5 Ghostbusters

At this time Yang Sheng was eating.

There is a food stall not far from the entrance of Hongshenglian Hall, which sells snacks such as bowls of fins and plate rice.

Yang Sheng had just finished fighting in the ring. Although it seemed that Ruan Feng was dealt with in a few minutes, the physical exertion was also huge.

At the beginning, Yang Sheng learned martial arts to avenge killing, so what he pursued in every move was the ultimate explosive lethality.

Go all out and go forward!

This kind of fighting method is to fight with all your strength from the beginning, so it is extremely exhausting, and the most fearful thing is to get caught in a dogfight.

So after returning to the entrance of the hall, seeing the elders and Di Wei go to the inner hall to talk about things, Yang Sheng also came out to fill his stomach and ordered two sets of rice with tofu and hot pork.

The fried tofu is smooth and tender, the skin of the roasted pork belly is crispy and the meat is crispy, salty and delicious, and mixed with white rice, it is simply delicious in the world.

Tofu hot pot rice, a man's romance.

Yang Cheng ate the next plate like a storm, as if he understood the meaning of this sentence.

Although he is from Liaodong, he went south to Guangdong Province to study as a teacher and stayed there for a few years, so he is used to Hong Kong food and eats it deliciously.

And this can be said to be the smoothest and least burdensome meal he has eaten in these years.

In the past few years, he was obsessed, like a weight weighing on his heart, causing his nerves to be tense all the time.

If he keeps holding it in for a few years, let alone revenge, he will easily drive himself crazy.

At this time, he was determined to get revenge, and even though Fatty Wang told him that he would die if he failed to complete the task in the reincarnation world, Yang Sheng actually didn't have such a big burden in his heart.

After all, for Yang Sheng now, one more day to live is one more day to earn.

The exhilarating feeling of fighting people in the arena made him seem to have found some kind of goal, even at the moment when he killed Ruan Feng, he was still trembling with excitement.

This is completely different from the feeling of revenge by killing those wastes of the Lin family.

Suddenly someone patted Yang Sheng from behind and sat beside him.

"Wow, pretty boy, you just killed Ruan Feng, the blood on your body hasn't been wiped off yet, and you still have the appetite to eat here?"

Before Yang Sheng could speak, the man shouted at the owner of the food stall: "Uncle Hua! A piece of char siew rice, with bottom and roast pork!"

Yang Sheng had already noticed when he came over before, but the other party was not hostile, and this was Hong Shenglian's entrance, so Yang Sheng didn't care.

Yang Sheng didn't see his face until he turned his head, which made Yang Sheng stunned.

It's not because of anything else, but because this guy is so handsome, even calling him pretty boy because he's so handsome, Yang Sheng thinks it's a mockery.

The person next to him was in his early twenties, with black hair, slightly deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and a little blue eyes, with obvious mixed-race features, like a little plum with a little oriental face.

Of course it's not the little plum with a big belly and a water gun, but Leonardo at the peak of his appearance.

The mixed-race Little Li showed a bright smile at Yang Sheng:

"Little boy, let's get acquainted. My name is Liang Ziwen. Because my dead ghost father who runs away is British, so the brothers in the club call me Guilaowen. I hang out with Uncle Wen."

Yang Sheng couldn't figure out the purpose of this ghost text for the time being, he just nodded briefly and said, "Yang Sheng, he's from the mainland."

Guilaowen nodded again and again, with excitement in his eyes, he said: "I know! I know! Are all the people from the mainland as sharp as those big circle boys?
The guy you killed Ruan Feng used Cai Lifo from the Southern School, Baji, Taiji, and Bagua from the Northern School!
He is proficient in both northern and southern boxing, so sharp!

I used to learn Hongquan from a master next to my family.

But he kept the old stuff private, and only taught the real thing when he paid for it. Only those rich and powerful students could teach the real thing.

They often let us poor ghosts clean the martial arts gym, saying it is to exercise us, and beat and scolded us at every turn.

So I stabbed that old thing to death in the middle of the night, and took his secret book of Gong Zi Fu Hu Quan and ran away.

Later, I heard that Bruce Lee's master Ye Wen was very sharp, and Bruce Lee could create Jeet Kune Do after learning three points of Wing Chun.

I went to learn Wing Chun from a teacher again, and that guy was called the grandson of Ip Man, the disciple of the Four Heavenly Kings of Wing Chun, but he turned out to be a pewter gun head, and I blew his head off in just a few punches.

But the guy seems to have some skills, he has a Benba Zhandao in his hand, which is quite authentic.

In the end, I joined Hong Shenglian and followed Uncle Wen. Uncle Wen asked me to learn Muay Thai, saying that Muay Thai is so popular that it is suitable for fighting in the ring, martial arts and so on, just performing.

As a result, the little guy from Southeast Asia was kicked and broke his leg a few days before he taught me. He is very weak, so I might as well let me learn Tan’s legs.

Liangzi, you are so sharp, how about you teach me? "

This Guilowen looked familiar, like a chatterbox, but what he said made people shudder.

This guy's three masters were all killed by him, who dares to teach you?

Yang Sheng directly shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to teach, but that I don't have a teacher's order, so I can't spread Kung Fu outside."

Hearing what Yang Sheng said, Gui Laowen didn't bother, but shook his head regretfully and said: "There are many rules in your mainland, it's a pity that you are so good at it.

If you go to open a martial arts gym, you will definitely make more money than those tyrannical masters who only brag. "

Yang Sheng smiled and said: "If you go to filming, with your face, you will definitely earn more than gangsters."

Guilao Wen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, I'm afraid I can't help beheading the actor who played the opposite role. If the director comes, I'll be beheaded together. I won't be able to stop the fight."

Yang Sheng choked.

He is finally sure now.

The handsome mixed-race guy in front of him should be a pervert with problems in his heart!
Of course, Guilaowen himself doesn't think he is a pervert.

After the barbecued pork rice was served, Guilaowen dug the barbecued pork rice like a starving ghost, filling his mouth full, and said vaguely:

"Beautiful boy, wait a minute and be careful.

When I was passing by the entrance of the inner hall just now, I heard Luo Rong from the Associated Press called Lao Ding to ask for you.

Damn, the Associated Press is indeed one of the top ten clubs in Hong Kong. A fit person dares to call the old dignitary.

However, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

It seems that what Lao Ding means is that he does not want to fight recklessly with the British Associated Press, especially for the sake of you, a forty-nine boy, with the British Associated Press. "

Yang Sheng frowned slightly.

This is his first novice world, and the task is not too difficult.

Of the two main quests, the only difficult one is to find the Yulin Saber without any clues. The quest of surviving for three months is considered a welfare for newcomers.

After all, although Hong Kong in this era is chaotic and black and white are indistinguishable, there is nothing wrong with staying in peace and stability for three months.

But now it was just the first day that he was going to face this kind of dead end.

If Hong Shenglian really handed him over, Luo Rong would definitely put him in a sack and drag him to the high seas immediately.

If he escapes, he will also face the pursuit of the two societies.

Whether it can last three months is still unknown, how to complete the other main task?
Although his national martial arts specialization was temporarily promoted by Fatty Wang to the realm close to that of a master, he was not a superman, and it would be difficult to defend himself against a god with several guns at the same time.

At the beginning, Cheng Tinghua, the master of gossip, was unparalleled in boxing, and he also died under random guns.

And the name of this reincarnation world is Dragon City Fighting for Hegemony, and the side quests are also related to the Dragon City Arena, so the main quest should be the same.

If he forcibly leaves the society and takes a slanted sword, the greatest possibility is that he will get farther and farther away from the main task.

So to solve the immediate predicament, we still have to find a way within the community.

Yang Sheng put down his chopsticks, a pensive look appeared in his eyes.

Fatty Wang also said before that in the world of reincarnation, not only rely on fists, but also rely on brains.

In fact, Fatty Wang didn't expect Yang Sheng to be so fierce, and he made himself a hell-difficult start when he came up.

At the beginning of the dragon city arena, another rookie might not be as ruthless and decisive as Yang Sheng. The stronger ones would only defeat Ruan Feng, and the weaker ones could rely on the rookie rewards to protect themselves.

No matter what, they can slowly develop their influence in the society, seek to complete the task, and do not seek merit but seek no fault.

In the end, Yang Sheng was lucky, and he killed the double bonus stick of the British Associated Press when he came up. He was very majestic, but he also brought himself into a dead end.

"You just said that Luo Rong is more powerful than Chai Jiu, who sits in the British Associated Press? Before the Dragon City Tournament, Luo Rong left without saying hello to Chai Jiu?"

Guilaowen swallowed a big mouthful of rice, rolled his eyes almost choked, and said with a sigh of relief:

"Luo Rong is currently the strongest fitter in the British Associated Press, and the three tigers of the British Associated Press are under his command. Of course he is more powerful than Chai Jiu.

He is a fit guy, and his power is stronger than [-]% of the club bosses in Hong Kong. "

"What about Chai Jiu? Are you not dissatisfied?"

Guilao Wen laughed and said: "Of course I am dissatisfied, but what can I do if I am stronger than others? Just like Lao Ding.

Chai Jiu is nicknamed Prince Jiu. Although he is of the same generation as Lao Ding, he is not yet forty this year.

His father is very powerful.

The leader of the British Associated Press, Chai Hongtu, the authentic descendant of the Hongmen, is said to have rebelled against Chen Qimei with a gun at the age of 15.

After being assassinated, Chen Qimei was disheartened and came to Hong Kong alone to lay down the foundation of the British Associated Press.

But this old guy was so alive, he stepped down from the leading position of the Associated Press when he was in his 70s, and let his youngest son Chai Jiu take the position, but Chai Hongtu also died within two years.

Chai Hongtu's first eight sons all died due to club struggles and various accidents. Only one youngest son, Chai Jiu, was the best protected by him, and he had never even had much contact with club affairs.

So when Chai Jiu first came to power, those old people in the Associated Press would definitely support Chai Jiu because of Chai Hongtu's previous prestige and kindness.

But Luo Rong, the fit people who rely on their own strength to build a territory, have never paid much attention to Chai Jiu, thinking that Chai Jiu just has a good father, otherwise he would not be qualified to be a member of the Associated Press at all. museum.

The leader of the Hongmen before was also called the old crooked emperor, and Chai Jiudu had become the seat of the British Associated Press, but he was still called Prince Jiu by them. This was not a compliment, but a mockery that he was only worthy of being a prince. "

After listening to Guilaowen's words, Yang Sheng suddenly thought of something, and nodded thoughtfully.

At this time, the younger brother at the entrance of the hall yelled towards this side: "Yang Sheng! The boss let you go!"

Yang Sheng stood up and said to Guilao Wen: "Thank you, but why did you remind me? Are you not afraid of being punished by Uncle Wen?"

Gui Laowen picked up the rice again and again, without raising his head, he said: "Comprehend your heart, everyone is a low-level four or nine boy, and no one wants to make contributions to the society and be betrayed instead.

Although my boss is Uncle Wen, one of the three elders of Hongshenglian, but he is still just a four-year-old boy. If you can hand it over to you, you can also hand it over to me.

Helping you is helping myself. This opening cannot be opened. If it is opened, the hearts of Hong Shenglian will be scattered.

Although Hongshenglian is just a sunset club, I still feel comfortable staying here. I don't want the club to go from sunset to downhill. "

Yang Sheng nodded, took a deep look at Guilaowen, turned around and entered the entrance of the hall.

(End of this chapter)