The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 70 Four Years, Gathering in the Golden Building

"Extra! Extra! The Ningbo ship sank in the Yong River..."

"The recruits from the six towns of Beiyang have been trained, a total of 7 people!"

"All the merchants in Jinmen pledged to never buy American goods and boycott foreign goods!!!!"

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In the year of Yisi, on the [-]th day of the eighth month, it rained heavily.

foshan.

Inside and outside the Golden Building, the lights were brightly lit, illuminating the gloomy rain.

Carriages came from all directions, filling up half of the street, and there were no less than a hundred brothers and buddies just guarding the carriages.

Three teachings and nine streams, Wumen rivers and lakes, green forest merchants... A group of figures of different heights, short, fat and thin, either in brocade clothes, or plain clothes and thin shirts, or three or two western clothes, came in one after another with umbrellas, and stepped into this building. A magnificent building.

The newsboy shouted loudly about recent events, his small body was dressed in a pruned coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, and a pair of soaked cloth shoes made splashes of water. The newspaper was placed on the wooden shelf at the door, and the reward was taken as usual.

Seeing the people coming in and out, the newsboy clicked his tongue, his eyes lit up, it was a big day, so he had to take a good look at it.

Just after entering the door, a few beautiful girls came over, twisting the water snake's slender waist, waving fans.

"Little mud monkey, come here, my sister loves you!"

As soon as a few teasing and teasing words were uttered, the newsboy's immature face turned red into a monkey's butt. He hurriedly took a few pieces of snacks and then buried his head into the rain, causing everyone behind him to laugh again and again.

Today, Jinlou is no longer a fancy building.

The whole of Foshan, Guangdong knows that eating, drinking and having fun here is what you want, it can be vulgar and elegant, you can talk about big things, and you can also talk about Jianghu affairs; business gangs discuss business here, three religions and nine streams gather here, black and white do business here , and some people are discussing grievances and hatreds here.

Some people say that this is the Cave of Selling Gold, some say it is the Tomb of Heroes, and some say it hides the spirit of the quack.

The reason for this is that Gein has rules here.

The rules are small, restrain yourself.

The rules are too big to restrain people.

What are the rules?
Rules are fists.

It is because of the rules that this place is safe and fair.

Many people who fled from the north to the south fled here.

If it is a hero, come in politely; if it is a villain, beat it out; if it comes in a thing of burning, killing and looting, come in vertically and go out horizontally.

Xu Shi heard the newsboy's yelling, and the newspapers put down by his front feet had been divided by his back feet. He ordered a cup of tea and sat aside to read carefully.

On the winding wooden ladder, most of the charming girls are leaning on the guardrail, shaking their fans and watching carefully, smiling sweetly.

Upstairs and downstairs are now filled with tables, stools and tea.

Only the third floor is special.

There is a person sitting on the opening.

This is an authentic northern man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a short thick black mustache on his lips. Knife, black clothes and black boots, black pants and black socks, no fixed-point reflections.

There is also a hairy monkey squatting on this person's shoulder, holding fresh peaches, very honest.

From time to time, the man reached out to touch the back of the monkey's neck, but after reaching out, his eyes kept looking at the back of other people's necks, which made people shiver.

This is old ginger.

They also escaped from the north in recent years.

It is said that he took revenge for his parents, took his life, provoked his enemies, and even killed foreigners.

Originally, he had no intention of escaping here, but in the end, he had an old relationship with the owner of this building, so he stayed here.

Most of the people who entered the building were entrenched on the first and second floors, drinking tea and chatting with others, or gathering in one place, closing their eyes and resting their minds, waiting for important events.

There are very few people who can go to the third floor.

After a long time, only a dozen people went up.

"here we go again!"

Suddenly, someone yelled outside the door.

Then I saw a carriage parked at the door.

The driver drew back the curtain.

But seeing a pair of bright lights, Gu Pan's eyes came out first.

This man looks thirty, with a majestic face, a sense of arrogance between his brows, an ape-backed waist, steady steps, a melon skin cap, a black satin gown, and a gray robe. The jade wrench on his right thumb glows delicately under the lamp. color.

The man was in front, followed by a half-grown boy and a five or six-year-old girl.

"Hey, this is Gong Baotian, the head of the eight trigrams... isn't he the commander of the guards? Why did he come to the south?"

"I heard that he has resigned."

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During the discussion, several Baguamen disciples filed in.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Gong Baotian looked around, took out an invitation card, gave a few instructions to his daughter and a group of disciples, and then went up to the third floor.

One after the other, people rushed out in the rain.

Before anyone could enter, a big gun with a wrapped tip pierced through the wind and rain, and flew into the building like a long dragon.

Everyone looked sideways, not surprised.

Not many dare to bring weapons into the Golden Tower, so what kind of god is this?

The big gun seemed to be flying, but it was actually in the hands of a person. Because the barrel of the gun was too long, the person walked steadily and quickly, and he was already at the door in a blink of an eye.

Everyone fixed their eyes, but they saw that it was a short and thin middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, plain clothes and no conspicuous place.

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard an exclamation.

"Ah! Sharpshooter Li Shuwen!"

As soon as the word "Sharp Spear" came out, everyone in Wumen was shocked.

This is a domineering thing who is rampant and has no opponents. How come he has come to the south.

The middle-aged thin man was reticent, he just threw the big gun into the hand of the big teapot that greeted the guests, said "Look at it", and he had already climbed the stairs with his hands behind his back.

Another half bag of cigarettes.

A black umbrella emerges from the rain.

The person under the umbrella is tall and tall, dressed in a Tang suit, with long braids hanging down his back, and a Peking Opera mask painted on his face with the oil paint that the actor painted on his face. It looks like crying and smiling, with pink lips.

Ignoring everyone's stares, the visitor put away the umbrella and stepped up the stairs.

After a long time.

"Master Chen is here!"

Someone shouted outside the door.

Upstairs and downstairs, one after another looked towards the door.

Not long after, three people came out of the rain.

The wind and rain were dense, and when the first person appeared, it was like a shelter from the wind and rain, blocking the rain behind him outside.

This man is tall and majestic, wearing a green dress with sleeves rolled up and the skirt open, thick black hair parted in the middle and scattered over his shoulders like a lion's mane.What is particularly impressive is this person's eyes, which are dark and deep, as deep as an ancient well, but seem to hide stormy waves, with a charm different from ordinary people.

These are a pair of unusual knife eyes, which seem calm, but also have a kind of unruly madness, and are used to looking at people with drooping eyelids.

The visitor's cheeks were slightly sallow, and the contours of his cheeks were stiff. When the lights were on, he looked like a bronze statue that had stepped down from its seat.

Different from that kind of ordinary handsome man, this man was filled with a cruel and masculine aura in every gesture, which made it hard to move your eyes.

What a tough guy.

The man holds an umbrella with his right hand, and there are women and children under the umbrella.

The woman was born beautiful, tall and tall, wearing a cheongsam, with a pair of cold and charming fox eyes, a slender waist that looks like a woman, and a white face that bullies frost and snow, full of charm.

The little baby was held in the arms of the woman, with a tiger head and a tiger head, wearing a tiger hat and tiger shoes, looking around curiously.

Seeing this person, everyone upstairs and downstairs got up one after another, clasped their fists and saluted, and greeted him.

"Master Chen!"

"Meet Master Chen!"

"Master Chen!"

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(End of this chapter)