Yang Fan rode a tall horse and led three followers. He was very proud of himself and felt so majestic for the first time in his life.
They say that loading money is fun for a while, but it will always be fun. Before I reached the climax, I was already near Yuelai Inn without realizing it.
Before arriving at the Yuelai Inn, I saw that the inn was quite old from a distance. When I walked in, I saw it was even more dilapidated. The hidden stakes in Dongchang were actually set up in such a place. It was so low-key and low-key.
The two-story small building facing the street is a gray color with peeling paint on the doors and windows, which looks mottled in the evening sun.
The two elm doors looked sturdy. There is a wooden plaque with the four characters "Yelai Inn" hanging on the door.
The location is quite prosperous, close to the river, and the streets are full of people.
Seeing that although this group of people were wearing ordinary clothes, but their horses were strong, they knew they were not someone to be trifled with.
Just like wearing a winged B and wearing slippers and big trousers, you will be seen as a low-key uncle in the eyes of others. If you wear street clothes and a Patek Philippe, people will laugh at you because you have no money to buy fake watches and coins.
The people along the way got out of the way one after another, and some of the gangsters and tigers on the street, and the idle men pointed at them.
"Where did this stuff come from? They are dressed in rags, but they have three fine horses."
"That horse looks like a war horse. I'm afraid it's not an officer or soldier from Ji Town, coming from Santun Camp." A rogue said.
Another rogue with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks pointed at Yang Fan and said: "Officers and soldiers are fucked. Brother, look, does the short-haired horseman in front look like a monk? There is a dwarf behind him carrying an iron rod, followed by a fat man with a pig head, and a hairless man." Beard. Isn’t this the four-man group that takes lessons from the past?”
"Hahaha"
"Hahaha"
"That's right, doesn't that short-haired boy look like Tang Monk? That dwarf is carrying a horse stick, so he's perfect for pretending to be a monkey, but he's missing a headband. Damn it, go to the horse shoemaker Lao Cao and find him a sharpened horseshoe iron. Just put it on and we'll be fine." The naughty brother had a big belly and looked like he was giving advice. It's fun to wear formal coins for a while, but it's always fun to wear them.
The gangsters on the roadside were laughing so hard.
Mo Zui was furious, he picked up the iron-wrapped horse stick and hit him, "Where did you come from, how dare you entertain your grandfather."
Hitting the head of the naughty brother, there was a loud bang, and the big-bellied naughty boy burped in his neck and fell straight down.
"Oh, you are so damn hard to beat me, brother, you beat my brother to death,"
As soon as the leading brother fell down, the gangsters immediately surrounded him.
"Don't leave, come with us to see the official"
"My eldest brother and his family depend on him to support him. If you beat him to death, you will starve to death the whole family. Please pay compensation."
"Don't leave without a hundred taels."
Popi La Humen immediately became noisy. One by one, they scratched their necks and grabbed the surrounding benches, and Brick surrounded them.
Zhang Gaida looked at the unconscious rogue boss and said, "Hey, Mo table, you kid really dares to strike. If you use this stick, the Tianling Cap will collapse if you don't hit him well. If you don't die, you will die." You will be paralyzed. If you are always so stupid, you will be sued sooner or later," the old ruffian commented proudly on the side.
"Zhang Yanda is right, there is a certain discipline in beating people, it's not random." Donkey Dan also commented while holding his shoulders.
Yang Fan became more interested after saying this. He would have to brace himself up to deal with Dongchang later. The rest of them might as well relax and have a fight or something as a warm-up.
"What's the point of hitting someone?" Yang Fan asked.
"To tell you what, I know a lot about beating people. It depends on who you are beating, for what purpose, and what purpose you want to achieve." Old God Zhang Gaida said thoughtfully.
A well-rested look.
Yang Fan cursed in his heart, damn, you old bastard, you have never learned anything else in your life, you are cunning, mean and take advantage, you fight and cheat. It's extremely proficient.
"For example, how to beat these broken skins, and what are the details?" Yang Fan asked further.
Zhang Yan took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves, and grabbed the whistle stick.
"Master, these scoundrels are all fierce and evil-hearted. The key is the word scare. If you really beat them to death, you will be sued. If you beat them to death, you will have multiple fathers, so you can't really beat them. You have to beat them away, but you can't beat them too hard. Heavy"
Mo Zhui said unconvinced: "Hit them gently. Are you going to give them a fucking back slap? Can they be scared away? Then how do you beat them? Give me a beating."
Today is the first time to bring them out. Yang Fan wants to use this matter to test them and see what they are like. They also want to perform in front of the master and leave an impression on him that they are useful.
Yang Fan felt like a mirror in his mind. He sat on the table and watched the thugs insulting his group. This was a good opportunity to show off. He picked up the horse stick and beat him without hesitation. The focus was on a quick word, no hesitation, no braining, this kind of stupidity and loyalty The slave is the favorite of the master.
It is expressed in the word ruthless, beating to death, ruthless, daring to bite and daring to cause trouble. No master would need such a person when doing business.
This kid is definitely not as naive as he appears on the surface, he knows it in his heart.
"Boy, when Nai Gong fought with Jian Nu, you still peed in the mud. Just keep your dog eyes open. How can Nai Gong get rid of this problem you caused?"
After Zhang Gaida finished speaking, he quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Yang Fan's horse before the broken men surrounded him.
His left leg squatted forward slightly in a lunge. Through his shoes, Yang Fan saw that his toes were gripping the ground with five fingers, and his lower body was as stable as a mountain. Make a hand seal with the palm of one hand and slowly push it forward. For a moment, it is like standing in a Yuan Pavilion. His temperament changes drastically. He grasps the whistle stick with his right hand and exhales with a loud sound in his mouth.
The whistle stick quickly hit each rogue on the forehead, then quickly retracted it, grabbed the stick with both hands, turned the stick into a gun, and used the head of the stick to tap the noses of the five or six rogues in the front row like lightning.
"Ah!" The screams were like killing pigs.
The five or six rogues in the front row had their foreheads broken, and their faces were covered with blood as they were in severe pain. The bun was spread out, the hair was disheveled, and the blood was dripping on it. It looked very scary.
The nose was lightly slapped again, and blood suddenly flowed from the nose. Tears came out of the eyes. The blood in front of his eyes was hazy, and he couldn't see the situation, which made him even more panicked.
"Killed"
"My brain is broken"
"Hey, I'll leave one leg for each of you, so you can see how powerful I am." Zhang Gaoda glared at King Kong and roared with thunder.
With a bang from Weng, more than a dozen people were frightened and dispersed. Even the boss threw them on the ground and ignored them.
The boss suddenly got up, got into a hole under the wall of a nearby courtyard and disappeared in an instant. He was a fat man with a big belly, and his agility in his hands and feet was jaw-dropping.
The street became quiet for an instant.
Yang Fan touched his nose and said: "The key to beating rogues is to hit and pull continuously. The human forehead is the hardest and most resistant to hitting, so it is not easy to miss. Don't hit the stick firmly. The key is to hit it until it hurts, and then pull it down. , the skin was scratched, and there was a lot of bleeding. When I saw the blood on my face, I panicked first. I didn’t know how serious the injury was, so I just wanted to scare him. It looked scary, but in fact, the wound was not as big as a fart."
Hearing Yang Fan's words, Zhang Yeda glanced at Yang Fan in surprise. Yang Fan seemed to feel that Zhang Yeda treated him differently than before.
Zhang Yanda was stunned. At such a young age, he had a pair of poisonous eyes. In one breath, he fired seven blows in a row, and he actually saw clearly how he was being hit. It seems that this master is not easy to fool, so he must be careful.
Mo Zhui looked at the group of thugs who had just been so aggressive, but they were actually beaten away by Zhang Dao with a stick. They stood there in a daze with their mouths open.
Yang Fan raised the corner of his mouth, this kid can still pretend to be stupid. He is a talent when he is robbed of the limelight and does not get angry when he is embarrassed. He is well-mannered, can perform a full range of acting, and does things from beginning to end.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
"Wonderful, this brother's beating skills are wonderful, and Brother Yang's comments are even more wonderful. Hahaha"
A man wearing a scholar's long shirt came over, clapping his hands.
At the gate of Yuelai Inn, a man looked at Yang Fan with a wicked smile.
Ruan Qingzhu!
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and felt a little uneasy, wondering what this poisonous snake was doing here.
