Despite Ah Fu's warning, Yang Chen still felt that he was obsessed with her and his heart was itching unbearably. Somehow, he asked, "How did she come to the door?"
"How did she come to the door?" Ah Fu muttered again, seeming to find it difficult to answer.
Yang Jian came back to his senses and muttered: "This girl Murong from the East China Sea faction went to Pan Xingzhou of the Yinma Gang. How did she sneak into the Yang family's old house late at night, touch the Lixiang Courtyard, and find you? Could it be that...you and Pan's secret communication happened to be discovered by her and followed all the way here?"
This is nothing! Ah Fu's eyelids were twitching wildly, he waved his hands and smiled bitterly: "There is no such thing. This old slave has always been loyal to the master. He was ordered to guard Lixiangyuan. He never stepped out of the gate. Why did that Miss Murong come to the door?" What are you thinking about again???????????????? You have to ask her yourself to know..."
Yang Jian laughed unconsciously. He had never doubted Ah Fu's loyalty. If he had the chance, he would ask Murong Jing himself. This matter was fishy from beginning to end. She must have other motives... Could it be? Is it for the "yundin sand" in the brocade box? She never mentioned it from the beginning to the end. She seemed not to care that the "Hundred Fissure Fist" was lost. Most likely, she didn't know about it...
Ah Fu sighed and said: "Young Master, you have to be careful. The Donghai Sect has extended its hands to the three towns in Hebei. I am afraid that it will not only clean up the door to eradicate Pan Xingzhou, but the Yinma Gang is the hard core, and the Heshuo Yang Clan is the real fat!"
Yang Jiakai opened his mouth and smiled more cheerfully, and said easily: "Whether it's hard bones or fat, it's not my business, why bother with this!" He stood up, patted his clothes, didn't take it to heart, and walked away like a normal person. .
After that night, Yang Jian was attracted by Murong Jing and couldn't help but wander around the streets of Weizhou City, hoping to meet her on the narrow road. But what if we meet by chance? Yang Jie is no longer the future clan leader of the Heshuo Yang clan. He can't even enter the accounting room. How can he win her favor? With his three-legged cat's "Hundred-Split Fist"?
Yang Jie was enveloped in a feeling of anxiety and loss, and his past pleasure-seeking life lost its appeal. Even Qianqian, the singer who was carefully selected by Yang Jie for him, was left indifferent and had no time to care. Yang Tinggui pressed hard, and Yang Jie was at a loss. He didn't know what was going on. He tried again and again, but this time Yang Jie was very tight-lipped and refused to reveal anything. In desperation, Yang Jie decided to use more intense insults to stimulate him. A few days later is the "Aoshan Temple Fair", a traditional festival in the three towns. The sky is full of fire and flowers, and the city of Weizhou stays up all night. Men, women, old and young flock to the streets to watch the lanterns, rubbing shoulders with each other, and the sea of people. They are drowned in the bustle and noise, and become one of them. elements. Yang Chan wandered aimlessly along with the crowd, and the exquisite lanterns passed by his eyes one by one. He turned a blind eye and felt a little lonely.
Would that girl Murong from the Three Islands of the East China Sea be leaning in a dimly lit corner, with her pretty face briefly illuminated by fireworks? At that moment, who would she be missing?
Unconsciously, Yang Jian strayed from the bustling streets and came to the sparsely populated alleys. The excitement and noise seemed to belong to another world, and he got a moment of silence. Looking up at the night sky, Vega was shining brightly, alone, and she couldn't help but be fascinated for a while.
Frustration and injustice came one after another, like a hammer forging pig iron, which made Yang Chen distorted his mentality and gave up on himself. He suddenly aged more than ten years. I don’t know when he started to pick up the past again, worried about gains and losses, and had indescribable problems. Worry.
A familiar throbbing surged into his heart. Yang Jian woke up from his confusion. His pupils shrank and his muscles tightened. He sensed that the crisis was close at hand, as if he was in a deep mountain forest. A ferocious beast was quietly approaching from behind and would attack at any time. Fatal attack!
He held the dagger tightly in his backhand. It was a gift from his second uncle Yang Zigui on his thirteenth birthday. It was said to be a collection of the previous royal family. It was light and sharp and could be stored in his sleeve without leaving any trace.
A big, bony hand put on his shoulder, and a rude man shouted: "Boy, if you dare to challenge my young master, you are dead!" Smelly saliva spurted out on the back of his neck. At the same time, two other figures The tough men approached him from the left and the right, surrounding him.
Yang Jian said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
"Who is it? Stop fucking pretending!"
Yang Jian felt a pain in his shoulder, and the opponent's fingers dug into the flesh like iron pliers, almost crushing the bones to pieces. Without thinking, he stabbed out with his backhand.
The backhand failed, and the blade pierced his clothes and slid past his ribs. Sheep was pushed out violently and fell headfirst into the mud.
"His grandma, you dare to attack me!" The man was enraged and rushed forward and kicked Yang Jie in the back. His internal organs were violently shaking, and Yang De subconsciously made a move called "Hundred Split Fist". A warm current surged from his dantian, taking advantage of the situation to relieve his strength.
"Old He, don't kill him!" A young man dressed as a kid from a rich family came forward waving a folding fan, cursing and looking very angry, "Young surnamed Yang doesn't even think about his own weight, so why should he compete with me! "
Fight? What to fight for? Yang Chu felt that he looked familiar, but couldn't remember it.
"Today is just a small lesson. From now on, please be honest and stay away from Qianqian! If I see you pestering her again, I might as well break your spine and make you paralyzed on the bed for the rest of your life!"
flourishing? Yang Jie's heart moved. The singer Yang Jie had given him to relieve his boredom and warm his bed was named Qianqian. ????????????????
The kid from the rich family sneered gloomily: "First it's Lian Xin and Zhizi from Tianxiang Tower, and then there's Qianqian, a celebrity from Yangliu Hall, surnamed Yang. You are deliberately against me and trying to steal the limelight from me... Lao He, take off his pants and expose them naked." Push your butt back and let everyone open their eyes!"
Qiandeng Tower? Lian Xin and Zhi Zi? Yang Jian finally remembered that it was these few martial arts companions who knocked him and Yang Jie down the stairs, leaving them bruised and swollen. At that time, they were huddled under the corner, looking at the brightly lit Qiandeng Tower, listening to Lian Xin and Zhizi singing songs to apologize, and Yang Jie began to encourage him to steal the boxing scriptures collected by his father...
Everything was clearly revealed. Yang Jie slowly stood up, spat out the blood in his mouth, no longer pretending to be confused, and said straight to the point: "Yang Jie asked you to come, right?"
The rich kid was shocked and stammered: "You...you...what did you say?"
"I mean, what happened at Qiandeng Tower and what happened today were all deliberately arranged by Yang Jie!"
The kid from the rich family was a little flustered. He glanced wildly and said with an inward look: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Yang Jie is probably hiding somewhere to watch you act. To be honest, your acting is really bad. You are just an idiot pretending to be cruel!"
The rich kid was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at the sheep and said, "You bastard, you still dare to be so harsh! Break his legs!"
The three companions exchanged glances with each other, their joints crackling as they strode towards Yang Jie.
