The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 51 The Rules

The next day.

"boom!"

"Damn it, did that kid really say that?"

"Although we Cantonese like to make small calculations at ordinary times, whoever is afraid of things going wrong, now a random Yankee wants to squat on our heads to shit and pee, and if word spreads, how can we gain a foothold in Guangdong and Guangxi in the future? .”

"Even when my aunt was around, she would still sell us three-point thin noodles. Who is he? If he wants to set the rules, is he worthy?"

On the second floor of the Golden Building, listening to the tunes of famous actors outside, some people were furious; Some people are sitting; some people are lying on the couch, holding a pipe, smoking with blurred eyes.

Someone said slowly: "He didn't come here casually. Last night, my three men took a lot of effort to knock down two. As a result, the other three didn't pass by under his hands." One knife, tsk tsk tsk, clever, they came from the north..."

The speaker was an old man with a gray beard and a black face. With one hand on the wooden crutch of the faucet, he was sitting upright, with the other hand on his knee. He closed his eyes and listened to the Cantonese opera outside, tapping his palms to keep time.

"Have you heard that there have been many major incidents in the north recently, and there are also major incidents in Wumen. The gossip master Yin Fu was killed, and the murderer was also a swordsman. It's terrible."

As soon as the words came out, the noisy people in the room suddenly fell silent.

Although there are differences between northern and southern martial arts, the titles in martial arts are the same.

Those who are just beginners and practiced at first, and who have achieved little success in kung fu are called boxers, those who have entered the court are called great boxers, and the master is already a domineering thing capable of establishing a sect.

What's more, Yin Fu is still a figure beside the Empress Dowager and the emperor. His kung fu is superb.

Someone took the conversation, with a pipe in his mouth, and said slowly: "I've also heard that that person is amazing. The apprentice of Dao Wang Wu has a lot of affection with the Bagua Sect, but the foreigner disappeared after entering Beijing. It is said that he joined the White Lotus Sect, so this is Ganqing."

The old man on the collapse put down his bong, and his whole body was full of energy, as if he was more than ten years younger. "What about his background? The sky is high and the emperor is far away, and even the big men in the capital can't take care of themselves, let alone a dog who lost his family... Everyone, there is no leader now." , a great opportunity to turn around, once missed, I don’t know that we have to wait until the year of the monkey, we can’t breathe when my aunt is here, and when my aunt is not here, another kid who doesn’t know what to do, this is obviously to guard against us.”

"That's the White Lotus Sect."

Someone lowered his voice to remind.

The old man sneered and said: "White Lotus Sect? If you dare to block our way of making money, even the gods of Daluo will die. The world is no longer the same as before, and it must be changed if it should be changed, otherwise guarding this building will be enough for several people."

The old man casually tossed out a few packages of things wrapped in kraft paper, "Look, this is high-quality tobacco, and just this amount is worth three or two months' tea money for those girls outside. As long as you get this, what kind of hero will you be?" A hero, he immediately turned into a begging dog, and even took his wife and children out... How amazing and stunning Liu Yubai was back then, the 17-year-old Wu Zhuangyuan was abolished on this thing."

Looking at the smoke and soil in front of him, a middle-aged man suddenly showed a tense expression, and said with a kind smile: "Renbo, fighting for face is fighting for face. It's better not to take this thing out. I remember what my aunt said , smoking opium is self-willing to degenerate, but selling opium is devoid of conscience, I am almost half buried in the ground, I don’t want people to poke my spine.”

The old man squinted his eyes, looked at the person who spoke, and said in a rather cold tone, "Hehe, Deng Zai, I remember you were brought in by me when you were 13 years old. The teapot that has been made for 15 years was only taken by my aunt. , let you take charge of Jinlou's affairs in the open. Now that those young people call you Uncle Deng, you feel like you have become someone?"

The middle-aged man bent down neatly, and said lightly: "Renbo is serious. As you said, the world is not as good as before, and I don't have much ambition. I just want to do something good in the face of the national crisis. This Jinlou I watched it run little by little, I have no children, no relatives, no family, this hall is my home, I can't just watch the exquisiteness of the house being ruined."

After all, he left his seat, and planned to leave with his hands clasped.

"Uncle Lamp!"

Someone stopped him suddenly, "Don't forget, that kid came for us, there will be no eggs left under the nest."

The man called Uncle Deng stopped walking, turned his head and smiled sarcastically, and looked at the person who spoke, "Thank you, you are considered an old Jianghu, how can you live and go back? If you lose the battle for face, it is not as good as your skills." People, it’s just a temporary embarrassment, and sooner or later someone will earn it back, but if they sell opium, they will be damned for life.”

The old man on the cave said nonchalantly: "Dengzi, to tell you the truth, I have already bought a batch of foreign guns from the British guy, not to mention that kid, even if my aunt comes back, he will still be ashamed... You have to think about it, If you leave this door, don't blame us for not remembering the past!"

Uncle Deng's face was ugly and livid, since he had a different opinion, he had nothing to say, turned around and left the room.

"Hehe, who else wants to leave?"

Ren Bo sat up slowly and looked around the room, "Since no one has left, let me say one more thing, who is interested in the relics of the previous dynasty of the White Lotus Sect? I heard that I have invited a few great masters to come forward, it is absolutely foolproof."

While talking, he picked out his ears, "You don't know yet, that woman went to the capital and came back with a full stomach, and she is currently living in Xiangjiang. When this kid is dealt with, it just happens to change the Jinlou. The members of the White Lotus Sect will be wiped out."

"Count me in!"

"And I."

……

In the evening, when several people discussed the countermeasures, while listening to ditties, smoking big cigarettes, and enjoying themselves, there were several muffled sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground downstairs, and then the whole room was in an uproar, which was extremely noisy.

When he opened the door and went out to have a look, his expression was all ugly.

But I saw five sets of coffins were placed at the door, painted with black paint, carved with flowers and painted with animals, it was very unlucky.

"Da da da……"

The sound of slow steps sounded.

On the third floor, a person walked down with his hands behind his back, his tall and straight body supported a thin green shirt, his eyes looked down from a high position, like a goshawk looking down, his eyes showed a strange light, his eyes swept away everyone like a knife, and there was a sudden silence , It makes the back of the neck feel cold.

"Everyone, Haihan, let's not do business today. The guests who enter the door will be free of charge. Those who want to leave can leave, and those who don't want to sit and have a look, so that we can know who has the final say in the future of the Golden Tower."

Chen Zhuo's clothes were half open, exposing his chest with knife marks intertwined, his eyes were gloomy, gloomy like two old wells.

"I waited for a whole day, but I didn't see any movement. What should be discussed should have been discussed. I've always followed the wind and acted swiftly and resolutely in my work. I don't like slow-moving, so I might as well take the stage in this scene." Make an appearance, make a tune. The post has already been posted to you. This is to greet you according to the rules in the martial arts. If you obey me, you will abide by my rules in the future. You will not take the blame in the past. If you don’t accept it, go upstairs The life and death status is ticked, let's help..."

In the middle of speaking, he looked cold, raised his index finger, and pointed to the coffin at the door.

"The two words of kung fu, in the final analysis, are nothing more than horizontal and vertical. Those who win, set the rules, and those who lose, lie down."

Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes, "Of course, you don't have to tick, but you have to get out. From now on, I have the final say here, and I am the rules. Today I am talking about the rules in martial arts, and I will save face." , but if we can’t hold back, we’ll have to discuss the rules of the rivers and lakes tomorrow.”

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the hall was shocked.

"Hey! Brat is arrogant!"

Suddenly, a man in a short coat came out from the second floor, turned over and jumped down, ticked off the life and death certificate that had been prepared long ago, and signed his name.

The moment the pen fell, the man turned around and squeaked strangely at Chen Zhuo. He squatted down, blinked his eyes and looked around, lifted his body up and jumped, and turned over two meters high, running on the wooden ladder. Jumping, scratching ears and cheeks, like a vivid macaque.

"Southern Monkey Fist? Huh!"

However, just as he jumped to the third floor, when he was in the air, there was a blur in front of his eyes, and a chuckle came from his ears.

In the next second, a big hand appeared in front of him, and murderous intent descended from the sky. The man saw the sky darken before his eyes, and a ferocious grinning face appeared on the top of his head. His eyes met, and he felt chills all over his body.

In a moment of shock, the man let out two strange screams of "quack", his arms were like whips, and he attacked violently.

Both of them are in mid-air at this moment, one is above and the other is below.

Seeing such a frenzied attack, Chen Zhuo's expression remained calm, his spine trembled suddenly, heaving and twisting, his body that was supposed to be in the air swung in the air like a dragon without any help, avoiding the violent wind and rain style of play.

Just as he was turning back, he quietly closed his five fingers, and lightly knocked on the opponent's chest with his fists.

Just touch and go.

Looking again, Chen Zhuo was still standing there, as if he hadn't moved, standing with his back.

But the man fell straight from mid-air and fell into a coffin, bleeding from his seven orifices, he died simply.

"Carry it out!"

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