Aoyama

Chapter 330 Become famous
The young man on the upper floor of Chunfengyuan stood by the railing, holding a jar of wine in his hand, watching the Yulin Army come and go.

He didn't expect that Chen Ji and others would come back after they had finally managed to break out.

Even the bosses at Hutchison didn't expect this.

Just like people no longer want to believe that there is a martial arts world in this world, they just listen to the legendary stories told by storytellers and forget them all after drinking.

The young man only felt that Chen Ji and others went out of the alley, and when they came back, something seemed different.

He said to Zhou Kuang with great interest: "The sword has finally found its sword spirit and has reached the realm of mastery. Zhou Kuang, what were the chances of your Five Army Battalion's Brave Guards winning against them?"

Zhou Kuang thought for a moment and said, "100%."

The young man smiled again and asked, "What about now?"

Zhou Kuang thought for a moment and said, "Fifty percent."

The young man laughed: "How come there is still 50% left? Isn't their formation powerful?"

Zhou Kuang said calmly: "If life and death are not taken into account, my Brave Guards have at least a 50% chance of winning against anyone. If I don't have this kind of confidence, I don't deserve the word brave."

The young man looked back into the alley, staring closely at Chen Ji in the Yulin Army: "Zhou Kuang, this guy is the spirit of those thirty-eight people. Invite him for a drink when you have a chance."

Zhou Kuang reminded: "He said he quit drinking."

The young man leaned his arm on the windowsill and said with a smile: "Only those who have a mountain weighing on their hearts will quit drinking, but you can't always have this mountain weighing on you, right? There will always be a time when you can't hold it back anymore."

He pointed downstairs and said, "Look, the moment he turned his head outside the alley, he couldn't hold it back anymore."

Zhou Kuang frowned: "Master, Fu Ruixiang's troops are almost in the alley, should we ask them to withdraw?"

The young man looked at the alley below and said, "No need. Today, someone wants to make a name for himself in this imperial city. Let Fu Ruixiang be given to them as a stepping stone."

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In the narrow alley.

When the Yulin Army collided with the Heji sticks, Li Xuan was a little dazed.

Time seemed to slow down. He looked around in the Mandarin Duck Formation and saw Duo Bao waving his iron wolf whisk to clear a path, while Qi was waiting for an opportunity to strike.

He saw beads of sweat falling from Qi Zhuozhuo's scattered hair, he saw Zhou Chong hitting the rattan shield in his hand with his machete, and his mouth opening and closing as he roared at the stick, but he could not hear clearly what the other party was roaring.

No one looked back.

Before new soldiers go to the battlefield, they are taught by a master. The master teaches them how to charge, where to attack the enemy, how to survive with a broken arm, and how to follow the old soldiers and charge into battle.

But the Yulin Army had no one to teach them before. Only officials taught them how to march during the ceremonial procession: who would hold the Five-Directions Flag, who would hold the Sun and Moon Flag, who would hold the Big Dipper Flag, who would hold the Jiyue, who would hold the Yellow Banner, and how far each step should be taken during the march.

The first time the Yulin Army went to the battlefield was with the old soldiers from Guyuan, and they could only follow suit.

So at this moment, the Yulin Army was like the rough and hard stone in Guyuan, which was swept by the wind and sand and collided with the sticks, breaking the sticks into pieces as soon as they hit them.

A man with a stick used the same old trick and rushed out from the yard of the brothel, trying to break through the Mandarin Duck Formation.

But how could the Yulin Army, who were so bloodthirsty at this time, hold back?
A man with a stick rushed out of the yard and tightly grasped the end of Li Cen's spear: "Quick, I've grabbed his spear, you guys..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Cen exerted all his strength to lift up the stick and the spear together, and then threw them heavily to the ground, causing the stick to spit out blood.

The sweat on Li Cen's hair and arms fell off together, and under the light of the red lanterns, it looked like a drizzle.

He said loudly: "Come again!"

Another man holding a stick and a table rushed out from the yard beside the alley and rushed towards the Mandarin Duck Formation at the end. Li Xuan glanced at him sideways, kicked the table with his foot, and sent the stick and the table flying back.

Qi Chenzhuo whispered, "It's a pity that Wang Fang carried Chen Wenren away, otherwise he could have stepped on him again..."

Li Xuan angrily said, "What time is it still to think about these things? Focus! Form a battle array!"

The Yulin Army held up their spears and pressed forward step by step. Each Yulin Army soldier performed his duties in the formation, like a chariot with bronze gears, slowly rolling forward.

The soldiers in the army drew their spears and thrust them out, and beat He Ji with a stick so hard that he had no power to fight back.

Chen Ji reminded in the Mandarin Duck Formation: "There may be a hidden official sitting in the court, don't be careless."

He and Li Xuan watched from the battlefield with a cold eye, but they were defeated step by step and never saw the official show up again.

When they forced He Ji Ba Gun out of Li Shamao Hutong.

Duo Bao laughed loudly in the Mandarin Duck Formation: "Didn't you just ask me to come back? Now that I'm back, why are you unhappy again? Come again, come again!"

The gang leaders stood in panic outside Li Shamao Hutong, unable to move forward.

A staff member asked anxiously, "Where is Master Qian? Why doesn't Master Qian come to take charge of the situation?"

Someone whispered, "We have sworn a blood alliance with Fu Ruixiang, and Master Qian has been held hostage by Fu Ruixiang."

The former staff member was anxious: "Where is the dragon head? Where has the dragon head gone? Where are the officials of the Eight Halls of Heji? Why can't we see them? If they don't come, these eight alleys will be lost!"

However, the official in charge of Heji was nowhere to be seen, and the whereabouts of the leader Wang Huan was also unknown.

At this moment, there were dense footsteps coming from a distance. Someone stood on tiptoe to look and saw Fu Ruixiang rushing into the alley with a stick, each holding a dagger in his hand.

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Qian Ping and Zhu Guan were surrounded by the crowd. Qian Ping looked at the Hutchison sticks scattered on the ground in the alley and closed his eyes with some reluctance.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Zhu Guan beside him and said angrily, "Zhu Guan, because of your selfish desires, you caused He Ji and I to face the enemy alone. Do you still have a trace of justice in your heart?"

Zhu Guan stroked his goatee and said, "Mr. Qian, are you qualified to talk to me about the moral code of the underworld? Have you ever talked about the moral code of the underworld in these years? And didn't I arrive just in time?"

Qian Ping was silent for a moment, and finally put the overall situation first: "Now is not the time to talk about this, please ask Fu Ruixiang to take action immediately."

Zhu Guan looked at the stick on the ground and gloated: "These people are too fierce. Why don't you just give the Eight Great Hutongs to them?"

Qian Ping frowned: "Li Shamao Hutong and Hanjiatan Hutong belong to you, Fu Ruixiang."

Zhu Guan chuckled, "I've always known the times. When I couldn't afford to offend you and Hutchison, I didn't offend you. Now I can't afford to offend this group of people either. Can't we just hide from them? Master Qian, I call you Master Qian out of respect for you, because I know that you've been running Hutchison all these years, and it's not easy for you. Let's not beat around the bush. We're all well-known figures in the outer city, but we all have people above us. You and I are just 'shopkeepers' who receive monthly wages. Why should we rush to die?"

Qian Ping remained silent.

Zhu Guan brushed the dust off Qian Ping's shoulders and continued with a smile, "Over the years, I, Fu Ruixiang, have been giving in to you and Hutchison, not competing with you or fighting with you, but we are still living well, aren't we? Business is not that important sometimes. If we have one more alley or one less alley, will the money still fall into our pockets?"

Qian Ping said angrily: "The boss has entrusted the business to us, how can we treat it as a joke?"

Zhu Guan frowned and pointed at Qian Ping's chest with his finger: "Don't pretend to be righteous in front of me. Who are you, Qian Ping? You are just a stray dog ​​taken in by Wang Huan and a running dog. You talk about righteousness to them, but will they talk about righteousness to you?"

Qian Ping waved Zhu Guan's hand away: "Hutchison Whampoa and Fu Ruixiang have sworn an oath of blood. Stop talking nonsense. If you don't take action, the Sanshan Society will not tolerate you." Zhu Guan sneered: "Don't worry, I, Fu Ruixiang, will help you clean up the mess at Hutchison Whampoa. But this time, I, Fu Ruixiang, want more than just two alleys. I want four..."

Before he finished speaking, the red lanterns above their heads suddenly caught fire. The flame started from the bottom and burned very slowly, like an incense stick burning upside down.

A golden talisman slowly appeared on the red lantern.

Not only this one, but all the red lanterns hanging on the roofs of the entire Li Shamao Hutong were burning, emitting thick smoke that gathered in the night sky and formed the shape of the Bagua in the sky.

The next moment, a smoke screen fell, covering the entire alley.

In Li Shamao Hutong, only the Yulin Army and Fu Ruixiang's troops were left, and the thick black smoke isolated Heji from the outside.

Zhu Guan was startled and waved his hand quickly, saying, "Quick, quick, get out of the alley!"

But when Fu Ruixiang hit the thick smoke with his stick, he was pushed back by an invisible force. Five more people hit the thick smoke together, but were still bounced back.

"This is the talisman formation of the Xundao Realm!" Zhu Guan shouted angrily, "Take down the red lantern for me!"

The stickmen threw daggers at the red lanterns, but the daggers were bounced back when they hit the red lanterns.

Zhu Guan looked at the masked man who was rushing towards them, then looked at Qian Ping, and said angrily: "You and He Ji are setting up a trap to trick me? What's the moral code of the underworld? It's all business..."

As he was talking, he noticed Qian Ping looking up at the red lantern in a daze, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhu Guan laughed instead of getting angry: "So you didn't know either! Hahahaha, it seems that your boss at Hutchison only cares about my Fu Ruixiang's territory, not your life! Come on, Hutchison is treacherous, kill Qian Ping first!"

Fu Ruixiang looked at each other, hesitated and dared not step forward.

Zhu Guan said angrily: "What are you afraid of? He is just a stray dog!"

A man with a stick rushed forward tentatively. Seeing Qian Ping still staring at the lantern in a daze, he stabbed a dagger into his abdomen, but Qian Ping just looked down at him without even frowning.

Another man with a stick rushed forward and stabbed Qian Ping in the back with a dagger.

Seeing that Qian Ping had no intention of fighting back, the third man raised his stick and stabbed Qian Ping's right chest with a dagger.

Just as the fourth man was about to stab again with his stick, the gate of Yihong Courtyard beside the alley opened.

A man rushed to Qian Ping like a ghost to block him. He grabbed the wrist of the stick and looked up at Zhu Guan: "According to the rules of the martial arts world, three slashes is considered to be a debt repayment. Qi Gong has guaranteed this man. Do you have any objections?"

Zhu Guan looked at the wounds on Qian Ping's body and knew that he would not live long.

He sneered and said, "Of course, Qi Gong should give face to this dead man. Whoever wants can take him away."

The man took out a pill from his pocket and handed it to Qian Ping's mouth, but Qian Ping's face turned pale and he smiled and said, "No need, it's a waste."

Zhu Guan narrowed his eyes and said, "This is Daoting's elixir. You actually used it to treat his injuries?"

The man ignored Zhu Guan and just looked at Qian Ping and said coldly: "Swallow it, there is a long way to go! You have already returned the life you owed to Wang Huan, now this life is yours!"

Qian Ping closed his eyes silently: "Brother Ji, this world is boring, let me go."

The man surnamed Ji said angrily: "Lord Qi is old and wants to retire, but the burden of the Sanshan Society is still expected to be carried by you! So many remaining soldiers in the army need someone to take care of them!"

Qian Ping opened his eyes and asked hesitantly, "Why me?"

The man surnamed Ji stuffed the pill into Qian Ping's mouth and said, "Go and ask Lord Qi if you are still alive!"

After Qian Ping swallowed the pill, the man put his arm on his shoulder and helped him back to Yihong Courtyard: "Don't pull out the dagger first. This pill can only keep you alive. Whether you can survive depends on your luck!"

Zhu Guan sneered behind the two men: "The Sanshan Society has also become corrupt, accepting any stray dog."

The man from the Sanshan Society stopped and looked back at Zhu Guan: "We live on a breath, what do you live on? This talisman formation won't dissipate in a short time, you'd better pray for your own luck."

Zhu Guan was startled, and when he turned around, he saw that the forest of spears and shields had already rushed towards him.

He waved his hands and said, "I have no grudges against you. We, Fu Rui Xiang, will not get involved in the affairs between you and He Ji! Wait, Chong Nan Fang can also be given to you... and Chong Bei Fang can also be given to you!"

The Yulin Army smashed Fu Ruixiang's stick into pieces in an instant, and Zhu Guan's screams were drowned out by the sea of ​​guns.

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The smoke screen lasted for half an hour.

Wang Huan, who had been hiding for a long time, now dragged his fat body and stood outside the smoke with a smile, waiting for the black smoke to dissipate.

He clasped his thumbs around his belt, his eyes almost slitted with laughter: "Tomorrow, all the gangs will prepare to take over Fu Ruixiang's territories in Chongnanfang and Chongbeifang, including Panjiayuan. From now on, Heji and I will have the final say on the business in the ghost market!"

Wang Huan walked closer to the smoke and looked into it carefully, wanting to see what was going on inside. He saw that the smoke was so dark that he could not see the bottom, and there were black hands struggling outwards, as if trying to break free from the smoke.

A hand almost grabbed Wang Huan's face, scaring him so much that he took a step back.

A stick whispered, "Dragon Head, where did this official come from? Aren't the officials in our Inner Eight Hall practicing Xingyiquan?"

Wang Huan turned his head and glanced at him: "This is something that a senior official sent by the boss shouldn't ask."

Bagun hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Qian is still inside, he..."

Wang Huan consoled him, "Mr. Qian, you are a lucky man, and nothing will happen to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black smoke gradually dissipated. Wang Huan looked inside with a smile, but then his expression changed and he took a small step back.

In the deep Li Shamao Hutong, the red lanterns have burned out.

The long and quiet alley was filled with people wailing and twisting their bodies on the ground. It was like purgatory on earth. Zhu Guan leaned against the blue brick wall, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

Not far away from Wang Huan, the Yulin soldiers had disheveled hair and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

They were panting, some were tying up the grey cloth covering their faces, and some were taking out the hairpins from their heads and tying their hair up again.

Seeing the smoke dissipate, Qi Chenzhuo spat into his hand and tightened his grip on the spear that was leaning against his shoulder; Zhou Chong raised his long shield again and casually tapped the shield with the machete in his hand; Duo Bao, who was leaning against the blue brick wall to rest with his iron wolf spear, stood up again while cursing.

Lin Yanchu, Li Guang and other poor children who had originally followed Chen Wenren also followed Li Xuan.

Chen Ji tied up the mask, picked up the spear from the ground with his toes, and shook it in his hand.

He stood at the front of the team and asked without turning his head, "Is there anyone who is afraid?"

Li Xuan replied calmly behind him: "No."

Chen Ji raised his spear and pointed it at Wang Huan: "Fight hard and win!"

"kill!"

(End of this chapter)