dandy city lord

Chapter 205 Delineate the land as a boundary!

Yang Hu grabbed the jug and poured himself a glass.

He raised his glass and looked at the ancestor: "You have to ask him first if he is my brother."

Yang Weiye shook his head, and pointed to Zhao Qingtian who was behind Yang Hu: "Why do you never trust your brothers in the family? Instead, you think someone like him who has a master behind him is more trustworthy?"

Yang Weiye is the founder of Iron City Yang Family.

He has been through a lot of wind and waves all his life, and what he has seen, heard, and thought about, may not be comparable to anyone in the Yang family, so he can manage the Yang family with ease.

With a broad vision, the things he sees are naturally different. In Yang Hu's corner, there will not be such a master as Zhao Qingtian.

Then, with such a master appearing beside Yang Hu, it goes without saying that Yang Hu has found his master.

Listening to Yang Weiye's thoughts, Yang Hu laughed so hard in his heart.

But there was nothing to show on the surface, he just drank the glass of wine slowly: "The bird's wings are stiff, and it always has to leave the nest to fly. As for the brother, I only have a second brother in my eyes, but it's a pity that it's not Yang Chong."

Yang Hu suddenly smiled: "By the way, old ancestor. How should we deal with disciples of the Yang family who eat inside and outside according to the rules?"

He looked at the more than ten uncles in the hall who were in charge of the major cities of the Yang family and laughed strangely: "The Murong family dares to send assassins to attack me blatantly, but that idiot Yang Chong wants to be the first bird? Old ancestor, I am afraid of this matter." How can I ask for an explanation?"

"You know my temper. I really don't understand my hatred for breaking one of his legs. It's better to break his remaining two legs, then I can feel more at ease."

Yang Hu said with a strange smile, looking at Yang Chong's father, Yang Yanshan was sitting in the banquet.

Since Yang Hu came in, Yang Yanshan has been looking at Yang Hu.

The eyes are not boundless resentment, but genuinely interested attention.

He knew very well who his son was, how powerful he was, and what kind of head he had. Among the Yang family's backup peers, Yang Chong's character was calm, and his fourth-level dragon-elephant strength was not bad.

But by chance, it was placed under Yang Hu, a dude.

He had already asked, and also inquired about the two attendants who followed Yang Chong at that time. Yang Hu was arrogant and domineering from the beginning to the end, but this arrogant and domineering person has a lot of capital.

Whoever is ambushed and stopped by others, but can still be happy, then he has seen a ghost.

And he defeated Yang Chong head-on.

Facing Yang Hu's provocative gaze, Yang Yanshan laughed: "You don't have much contact with your brother Chong, and you don't have much friendship. But you can't break his third leg, right? Otherwise, what should I do here? I only have him as a son , Waiting for him to pass on the family line to me and spread the branches and leaves!"

"How about Uncle Wu scolding him severely when he gets home and venting his anger on you, how about Thirteen?"

Yang Yanshan's attitude towards Yang Hu made the nobles of the Yang family look sideways.

It was his own son who had his leg broken, but he said these words to Yang Hu.

Yang Yanshan's attitude can explain the problem very well, because he is the successor appointed by Yang Weiye, the ancestor of the Yang family.

His attitude towards Yang Hu, to a large extent, explained Yang Hu's difference.

But some people don't see it that way.

Yang Jun gave Yang Hu a kick with his leopard eyes: "Thirteen, you respect your ancestors in everything, and you are good to uncles and brothers, but this kind of ruffian is not good. My disciples of the Yang family are all upright, can you speak well."

Yang Hu's fourth uncle, Yang Jun, has always disliked Yang Hu's ruffian spirit. Yang Jun is straightforward and brave, so he can only be regarded as a fierce general of the Yang family, but when it comes to the management and strategies of the city, he It's just too far away.

But such a person, in Yang Hu's eyes, is much cuter than those who can only use calculations.

Yang Hu put away his strange smile, rubbed his nose and smiled, "Fourth Uncle, I'm telling the truth, how could you become a ruffian in your mouth."

Yang Jun stared at him: "Still laughing. Talk well."

Yang Hu shrugged impatiently, rubbed his face with his hands and nodded: "Okay! Then I'll talk properly."

He looked at the old ancestor with a bit of seductive sharpness in his eyes, and threw out a blunt sentence: "Baicheng is already mine. Disciples of the Yang family are forbidden to travel in the future."

Yang Qing and the others were about to speak as soon as their expressions changed, but Yang Weiye suddenly raised his hand to stop them.

Yang Hu continued to say to the old ancestor: "I believe you can see clearly how the disciples of the Yang family think of me, otherwise I wouldn't be exiled to Lincheng."

"It's also a marriage, Yang Zhong's marriage and mine, everyone can see what's going on, and I feel resentment in my heart. You want to accompany hungry wolves, but I want to eat wolf meat. If we don't agree with each other, we won't conspire."

Yang Hu said coldly to Yang Weiye: "You have to agree to this condition, and I will have nothing to do with the Yang family in the future. It will save others from seeing it uncomfortable."

Yang Weiye sighed softly: "That's why you gave Xiaobao's toy to Yang Zhong as a congratulatory gift! Just to tell me this."

Yang Qing was shocked.

He looked up at Yang Hu.

Yang Hu looked at Yang Weiye, and his voice became a little weird: "When Grandma Zu was here, no matter what you say, I was still part of the Yang family. She has been gone for so many years, so I should go too."

"When I left Haoyu City, it was the time when Baicheng was under martial law. No Yang family disciples were allowed to appear on the two hundred-mile border of Baicheng. Otherwise, don't blame me for not remembering the past."

Yang Hu pushed and stood up while talking, and looked at the frowning Yang Yanshan: "The old ancestor is running out of time, so you can spend more time with him. I hope that the Yang family can be kept in your hands for a hundred years, and there will naturally be younger generations. Let me remind you, you must know how to cut love .”

After Yang Hu finished speaking, he stepped back a few steps, knelt down respectfully in front of Yang Weiye, kowtowed nine times, stood up and turned his head, and strode out of the hall without hindrance.

More than ten people in the hall were silent, waiting for Yang Weiye.

After a long time, Yang Weiye sighed: "Forget it, forget it, the children and grandchildren will grow up, and the children and grandchildren will be free. Just think that there is no such person as Yang Hu in my Yang family. After Jing'er got married, Hu'er also left. Hey..."

When he said these words, Yang Weiye seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

Yang Qing bowed and asked softly, "Shall I call Shisan back?"

Yang Weiye shook his head slightly: "Remember what he said to you, stick to it for a hundred years, and after a hundred years, the Yang family will have its own disciples rise up."

"Yes!" Yang Qing bowed.

After leaving Yang Zhong's city lord's mansion, Yang Hu's body was shrouded in a condensed and unmelted icy cold, even Zhao Qingtian felt his skin tingling.

Two steps behind.

The two returned to Yang Jing's side, took the heavily armored sergeant out of the city, turned into a red light and swept towards Baicheng.

Lao Hei, who sent Yang Hu out, stood on the tower, watching a group of soldiers and horses appearing behind the hillside in the distance, blending with Yang Hu's team, turning and disappearing into the rolling hills.

Lao Hei sighed softly and raised his hands to the direction where Yang Hu disappeared: "The Thirteenth Young Master has grown up after all. There will be a period later!"

(End of this chapter)