Man's fate is destined by God.
From the moment the character is finalized, many things seem to have choices. In fact, even if you choose again, based on the environment at the time, your inner obsession, and after various trade-offs, there is a high probability that you will still make the same choice.
Ma Liu stood at the door of Grill No. 10, looking at the empty stone room. Thinking of Lei Peng's words, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Everyone who has to go will go."
Drain the water from the medicine jar, clean the bedroom, and sort out the things Wang Goudan left behind.
He was about to go back to his own steak house when he saw the miracle doctor next door, Old Liu, pushing open the door and walking out, pinching the spot very punctually.
"Is Wang Goudan gone?"
"gone."
Ma Liu nodded.
Old Liu asked:
"You two have the best relationship in the entire Piping Division. We have been playing together since childhood, and you are so reluctant to let him go all of a sudden, right?"
"A little bit."
"Just get used to it slowly."
Old Liu took a puff of dry cigarette and said:
"Everyone has been young and had brotherly loyalty. I was like you before. When I met a brother who was a brother and sister, I really couldn't bear to separate. I thought that as long as he said a word, I would be thrown into the mountains and fire, and there were many things that hurt me. I did it. Later, I met more brothers, and my medical practice saved many people. There were more than a dozen of them who were sworn brothers. I found that if each one of them had a knife in their ribs, they could stab themselves to death."
"..."
Why does Ma Liuxin's words sound a bit ironic?
Co-authoring this means that I lack brothers, have little experience, and have no knowledge?
Lao Liu Dudu smoked, choked and half-closed his eyes, thinking to himself and recalling:
"Later, when I got older, I saw more people, and experienced too many intrigues, so I became timid and cautious. I just wanted to hide when things happened, and I lost touch with the sworn brothers before."
After a pause, Lao Liu shook his head and explained:
"Actually, it's not that I've become weak. It's just that I have become utilitarian and impure. I am too lazy to maintain friendships that are not good for me. My temper is getting more and more dull. I simply stay out of sight and out of mind. I hide in the skin picking department and stay away from the world. Disputes, less involvement in worldly causes and effects, and a happier life.”
Old Liu's thoughts are very similar to those of modern young people.
Stay away from social life, don't want to get into those complicated human relationships, and don't bother to deal with the seven aunts and eight aunts. Living a happy life is more important than anything else.
Ma Liu gave a thumbs up and praised:
"You always live a clear life."
"You're not bad either."
Old Liu said with a half-smile but not a smile:
"Brother, I'm going to fight for my life. If you don't help me, you can still talk to me here. Your indifferent temperament is a bit better than mine."
Ma Liu did not explain, just said:
"Wang Goudan needs to avenge himself with his own hands. Only after so many years of hard work can it be meaningful. If I help him kill the leader of the Beggar Clan, can it be considered that he has avenged a bloody vengeance? Brothers need respect, not parents for their children. kind of help.”
"oh?"
Lao Liu's brows condensed, he thought for a moment, then slowly relaxed his brows, and said with emotion:
"What you said makes sense. I really didn't see it. You are young and your level of life is quite high. However, Wang Goudan's strength is not that good. If you want to take revenge, I am afraid that you are not strong enough. I still have some friends in the outside world. Do you want to write a letter and ask someone to take care of him secretly?"
"No need."
Ma Liu refused, turned back to his room and said:
"It's enough for him to work hard. From the moment he left the Piping Division, no matter what the outcome was, the outcome of the leader of the Beggar Clan was doomed."
Old Liu was startled.
I think this is very arrogant.
Vaguely, he seemed to see his younger self in Ma Liu.
…
Holidays are fleeting.
At 1 o'clock on Monday, there was no one in Grill No. 10. Lei Peng guessed the reason and felt a little sorry, but he didn't say anything and didn't let Ma Liu go up.
I just sealed the door and left it to be opened later.
Without the gambling-loving and lively Wang Goudan, the entire Papi Division would be desolate.
No one talked or gambled at night, everyone stayed in the steakhouse to practice.
The pickpockets usually communicate less. Except for Lao Liu who occasionally comes to chat with Ma Liu, everyone is obviously very close to each other. They are only a few steps outside the door, but they live an isolated life.
Steakhouse No. 12 is still changing people all day long, which makes Lei Peng very anxious.
Later, he simply asked Ma Liu to take over the job of No. 12, and he had to kill two monsters every day.
Someone is complaining on the outside, but secretly happy on the inside.
Lei Peng didn't give any extra rewards until that day when he came to collect the demon scraps and brought news about Wang Goudan.
A beggar stopped him on the road and asked him to help bring a letter.
Lei Peng knew that he owed Ma Liu a lot, so of course he was not willing to give him a real reward and cut his own flesh.
But it is not a problem to use the power in hand to open a back door for Ma Liu.
"If something happens, just go and do it. You don't have to wait until the holiday."
"Thank you, sir."
Ma Liu took the envelope and watched Lei Peng push the steel cart away before opening it.
Wang Goudan did not go directly to the leader of the Beggar Clan. Instead, he went to the pig demon's house in Changlefang, took the equipment and poisons from the pit, changed his appearance with a human skin mask, and walked around under the pseudonym "Hong Shi".
He didn't have much time left, but with the prescription given by Lao Liu and the Great Sun Tathagata teachings taught by Ma Liu, he lasted for the last half month.
He contacted many old members of the Beggar Clan to prepare for an uprising and let his enemies taste the feeling of betrayal and separation.
He went to Chunfeng Tower again, just to eat and not touch women.
Several years have passed, and the pot of chrysanthemums on the stage is still bright.
Wang Goudan said that the Golden Silkworm Armor is very comfortable to wear. It has the aura of brotherhood and feels warm when wearing it.
The handwriting in the letter was crooked, and many words were scribbled out and rewritten, telling of his ignorance.
But between the lines, everything reveals his nostalgia for Papis.
Wang Goudan said that he had hesitated and wanted to put aside the blood feud, retire in the Piping Department, and let his brother die for him.
But after all, the memory of that mountain of corpses and sea of blood cannot be shaken off.
…
In the beggar's alley in the south of the city.
Since being cleaned up by the Liang family, the entire alley has become very empty.
Most of the disciples of the Beggar Clan are poor people. Their lives are worthless and they are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of a meaningless death.
Faced with the unilateral massacre by the Taoist disciples of the Liang family, everyone could only flee.
Even if the gang leader comes out of seclusion, it will be difficult to gather the disciples in a short time.
There was no choice but to set a date and hold a gang meeting to reunite the heroes.
And in order not to attract the attention of the Liang family, they had to set the time at night.
It's night, and the bright moon hangs high.
On the high walls on both sides of the alley, there were continuous torches, lighting up the night sky.
The elders showed up at random, and took their seats according to their status amidst the disciples' trumpets.
The eldest elder was gone, his head was knocked out by a slap from a retainer of the Liang family, and he was thrown into a well to be buried with Liang Yuanpeng.
The second elder was missing his right leg, the fourth elder was pale and had not recovered from serious injuries, and only the fifth elder was clever and not seriously injured, but he did not show up for a long time.
Most of the dozen or so hall masters below are dependent on the elders. Those who used to rely on the first elder and the third elder are now under the command of the fifth elder, greatly increasing his power.
The former No. 1 gang in the world suffered such heavy losses that no one could even gather together, making the atmosphere in the venue very solemn.
The big cauldron was burning, the fire was crackling.
Gang leader Guo Tianci, who was sitting on the high platform, looked down at the nearly ten empty chairs below and asked with a cold face:
"Who knows what's going on with Lao Wu?"
"Back to the gang leader, the fifth elder said he had a stomachache and couldn't come."
"very good!"
Guo Tianci’s voice was like cold iron:
"I have only been in seclusion for a few years, and his wings have become so strong. I really underestimated him before."
The disciple who just replied said:
"To report to the leader of the gang, the fifth elder asked the villain to give the message, saying that you only focused on practicing in seclusion and were indifferent to the affairs of the gang, which led to a big mistake and greatly damaged the vitality of our gang. Today's meeting, you should Give everyone an explanation, otherwise he will not participate."
"What a good old man."
Guo Tianci laughed angrily and asked the second and fourth children in the audience:
"What about you two? Do you have the same idea as Lao Wu?"
The two elders looked at each other, stood up, clasped their fists and said in unison:
"Please give me an explanation, Master."
Guo Tianci looked coldly at the two elders and the hall masters present, and sneered:
"I'm afraid what you want me to explain is not about the Liang family, but about the old gang leader Hong, right?"
Everyone was silent, and the attitude of forcing the palace was fully displayed.
Guo Tianci looked at the disciple who had just delivered the message again, with a sneer on his lips.
"Should I call you Hong Shi, or the bastard king of the Hong family?"
