Speaking of the Shan family, many people will feel unfamiliar, but they can vaguely think of one person, Shan Xiongxin, the "red-haired spiritual officer" known as the "Flying General" in the late Sui and early Tang Dynasties.
Shan Xiongxin is the second eldest son in the family, and is called the Second Master by his brothers outside. Shan Erye is the boss of the Green Forest in the nine provinces. The Shan family is a Green Forest family. To put it bluntly, the Shan family is the originator of the underworld.
Shan Erye was so skilled in martial arts that he was on the list of heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and was as famous as Qin Qiong, Luo Cheng, Yuchi Gong and other heroes and celebrities.
At that time, Li Yuan accidentally killed Shan Xiongzhong, Shan's uncle. Shan Erye vowed to avenge his brother. Shan Erye first gathered in Yiwagang, and then defected to Wang Shichong to rebel against the Tang Dynasty. After the defeat, he was captured. Li Shimin sent a group of old people from Wagang to persuade him to surrender. Shan Erye vowed to die and refused to surrender. Later, the king of Tang ordered him to be pushed out of the Meridian Gate and beheaded.
I am a descendant of Shan Xiongzhong. Shan Xiongxin was killed because he avenged his brother. His obsession was so deep that he could not enter the underworld after death, let alone reincarnation.
Mr. Shan has no descendants, so he can only be attached to the silver thread. The silver thread has been passed down from generation to generation in my family for thousands of years.
When I was 5 years old, my father told me this secret before he died of illness. After my father passed away, the silver thread hung around my neck.
According to his father, Master Shan also wanted to be reincarnated, but he could never find a way. The second master had been worried about this for thousands of years.
Shan Erye does not affect my life. Apart from teaching me martial arts and some secret techniques, and reminding me at special times, he rarely appears.
Because Mr. Shan was once the leader of the nine provinces, he had a strong gangster spirit. This naturally affected me. When ordinary gangsters in mixed society saw me, their aura would weaken by three points.
It is also because Mr. Shan Er killed too much during his lifetime and had too deep obsession after his death. In addition, he has practiced for thousands of years, which makes Mr. Shan's moral practice extremely high. The average kid will be scared when they see him. In the words of Mr. Shan, I He is a hero in life and a ghost in death.
When I was 16 years old, I was molested by gang members because of my first girlfriend. I seriously injured the boss of the Sanhe Club and was sentenced to three years. Our story started from the day I was released from prison...
The light rain was falling with the wind.
Today's Yisi time is an auspicious time, with the Pig in the east, the God of Joy in the northwest, the God of Wealth in the southwest, and the God of Fortune in the southeast. It is suitable for traveling, getting married, starting a business, praying for blessings, laying a bed, and seeking children.
Two hours ago, it was Yisi time. I walked out of the big iron gate on time and came to the bus stop to wait for the bus.
This is a deserted suburb, far away from the bustling city. Except for the high-walled building 300 meters away that I just left, it is completely deserted. I have been waiting here for two hours, and the auspicious time has passed.
A gust of cold wind hit me, and I tightened my jacket. A few drops of rain suddenly fell on my head. The roof of the station was in disrepair and began to leak.
I subconsciously rubbed my hands to keep them warm, looked around to make sure there was no one around, I snapped my fingers with my right hand, and a hint of gray air floated out from the silver thread hanging around my neck, towards the top of the station. go.
The raindrops above my head suddenly stopped, and I couldn't help but feel a little proud in my heart. At this moment, a motorcade came from afar, with eleven vehicles in total, all of which were black SUVs.
The motorcade stopped at the bus stop. A driver in a black suit got out of the car, held up a big black umbrella, came to the passenger seat, and gently opened the door.
A foot wearing shiny leather shoes stuck out of the car, and a middle-aged man wearing a casual suit got out of the car. He lazily got out of the car and stretched.
The middle-aged man immediately saw me hiding from the rain at the station, waiting for the bus, and was stunned for a moment.
More than 20 people got out of other cars one after another. Two strong men ran up to me and snorted coldly at me without saying a word.
I wisely walked aside, and then the middle-aged man, surrounded by five young men, walked into the bus station to take shelter from the rain. So many people poured into the platform at once, making it somewhat crowded.
The middle-aged man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth. The boy next to him quickly came up and lit the fire. The middle-aged man took a long puff of cigarette and blew out a smoke ring with satisfaction.
"Dude, let's have a cigarette!"
I shouted to the middle-aged man.
My words made everyone present look at me like I was an idiot, including the middle-aged man. His eyes stopped on me for a few seconds, and he shook his head disdainfully at the younger brother on the side.
The boy naturally understood. He walked up to me and handed me the cigarette case.
I unceremoniously took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it to my mouth, and then glanced at the boy who handed me the cigarette.
"Oh shit!"
The boy was obviously speechless by my desperate behavior, and he threw the lighter directly to me.
I caught the lighter casually, lit the fire with a "pop", lit the cigarette, and smoked it beautifully.
"Hey, kid, why did you go in? How many years have you been locked up?"
My agility attracted the attention of the middle-aged man, and he took the initiative to chat with me.
I took a puff of cigarette, glanced at him, and said casually: "Fighting, 12 years."
The group of people opposite heard my answer, and everyone looked sarcastic.
The middle-aged man admired me, but he couldn't help but smile after hearing my answer. He said to the younger brothers around him: "Nowadays, a short mule can scratch someone with a fruit knife. How dare he say that he took it?" The machete chased her down two streets, and her mother was the only one left with a mouth."
Although this middle-aged man's mouth is not clean, he still knows some rules.
A tall and thin boy next to the middle-aged man suddenly shouted angrily at me without warning: "Stay away from us, get back, or I will kill you."
This sudden roar is obviously a shock, which is very effective for people with poor psychological quality. Many people often panic when faced with this sudden roar.
I pretended not to hear him at all. Holding my cigarette in my mouth, I turned around and took two steps back. I didn't want to cause trouble now, and I wasn't Bruce Lee. I couldn't hit dozens of people.
"Damn, it's raining here!"
The raindrops leaking from the roof of the station hit the middle-aged man's neck in an unbiased manner. The middle-aged man looked up at the roof of the station and cursed.
The boy next to me quickly opened the umbrella and gave me a strange look. He was very curious. It was obviously a place where rain was leaking. Why was I standing here just now?
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The iron door of the high-walled building in the distance opened, and a short, fat middle-aged man walked out. He was about 40 years old and had a burly build. The middle-aged man nodded and bowed to the guard inside, and walked out backwards. Prison gate.
"Brother Da, Brother Tiger is out!"
A younger brother said to the middle-aged man.
"I saw it, let everyone line up, Brother Tiger is out of the book."
The middle-aged man is what his younger brothers call him Da Ge. He is released from prison when he is released from prison. Nowadays, there are fewer slang words on the street, which means that the older generation will jump out a sentence or two from time to time.
Da Ge walked forward quickly, and the younger brothers behind him naturally lined up in two rows, following closely behind him.
