C239 I Want to Go Back to My Hometown and Start a War

At first, he heard Black Flea say it was very pleasant to listen to, and it was both an official and a wish. It was very tempting, and it made Old Tang's heart skip a beat. However, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was very inappropriate.

The group of camel customers under him were all related to him. They were either his uncle and brother, or his uncle and nephew, as well as his youngest son, Tang Biao. Guns do not have eyes. If something were to happen on the battlefield, how would he explain it to his parents?

"Brother, it's not that I'm afraid of death, it's just that I don't want to die here and become homeless wandering ghosts. " Old Tang was worried that the black flea would be unhappy and ruin their friendship in the Jianghu, so he said very tactfully, "I want to go back to my hometown, Liang Zhou, and start a war. "

Seeing that Old Tang's tone was tactful, but the meaning was very clear, Black Flea could only give up with a bitter smile. However, even though he tactfully rejected the black flea in front of him, his words made Old Tang's eyes turn red and his heart beat rapidly. He also realized that the current world could only be summed up in four words: the strong prey on the weak.

Thus, the night before he left Xi'an, Old Tang took the initiative to ask Black Flea out for a drink. Apart from repeatedly expressing his apology, he was also very willing to join the older brother's meeting under Black Flea's introduction.

At this moment, Old Tang realized that Black Flea was a sword wielder in Guan Zhong, the leader of a mountain hall in the older brother's association. In fact, he was also one of the earliest members of the older generation in Shaanxi, and he was also the sworn brother of the young man surnamed Jing, who had sworn a blood oath to become the sworn brother of the older brother.

Later on, under Black Flea's enthusiastic guidance, Old Tang saw the young man surnamed Jing overnight. He had listened to him talk about the great principles of revolution, about overthrowing the imperial system and establishing a coalition. He had also learned a lot about the affairs of the world, and in the end, he had even joined the Alliance.

Before they broke up, this young man surnamed Jing generously gifted Old Tang a few pistols. He even specifically told him that after he returned to his hometown, he would vigorously develop the members of the Alliance in the Liang Province. If necessary, he could come to Xi'an to find him.

He did not earn much money during this trip to Xi'an, but he had gained a lot besides that. Old Tang's heart started to become restless, and he deeply sighed at how he had lived for nothing for so many years.

He looked at the young man surnamed Jing. He was a few years younger than Old Tang, but he was actually the commander of some army. He could remotely command tens of thousands of troops and command the three armies.

Even the swordsman nicknamed Black Flea, who killed and robbed people with a single word, was given the position of commander by this young man named Jing. He was in charge of hundreds of his brothers who were subservient to him. He behaved like a dog and shouted his name over, which made people jealous.

Tonight, taking the opportunity to drink with Old Zhu and Yin Yang, he asked him about the situation of Big Brother Big Brother Big Brother Club. He wanted to use this opportunity to contact the local Big Brother Big Brother Big Brother Club to fulfill his wish of being a commander.

Old Tang's question made Old Zhu feel a little strange, but he did not think deeper into it. A fortune-teller would choose a lucky day to look at Feng Shui for his entire life. There were many people who knew of the Three Sects, Nine Elements, and Eight Elements.

Besides, Fan Ting Fu and Fan Tinggui, the two brothers of the Fan Family, were very famous. They were very famous on both sides of the Yellow River. Who didn't know? Not to mention the natives of Daan, even in the Yinchuan region of Lan Province, they were quite famous.

Fan Tingfu was a well-known elder of the Big Brother Association. He had a big family and big businesses. His brothers were both on both sides of the Yellow River. Apart from doing water business, he also did dry business.

His brother Fan Tinggui was even more promising. After graduating from Baoding Military School, he became an officer in the army. As for the level of the officer, as well as the troops of President Yuan and President Sun, Old Zhu and Yin Yang were not clear.

Later on, Old Tang understood that Fan Tingfu was indeed the head of the Big Bro Association on both sides of the Yellow River. He also had a nephew, Fan Zhengkun, who was Fan Tinggui's only son. He had also joined the Big Bro Association. When he did things, he was even more decisive and astute than his uncle, Fan Tingfu, and was even more ruthless and ruthless.

According to Old Zhu's introduction, before Old Tang left Da'an, he had prepared a generous gift. He had specially come to the Fan household to pay Fan Tingfu a visit and had a very secret conversation with him.

Other than the two of them, no one else knew the details of the conversation. Even Fan Zhengkun, the rising star of the Big Brother Association, was sent to the pier by Fan Tingfu. It could be seen that the importance of this secret meeting.

The second day after meeting Fan Tingfu, it was a lucky day for them to go on a long journey. Old Tang led the camels away from Daan with a proud mood and returned to his hometown, Liang Zhou.

Not long after that night, the moon and stars were scarce. Old Zhu and Yin Yang were preparing to sleep, but their only disciple, Zhang Jinxiu, was warmly invited to drink.

Speaking of how the two of them became master and disciple, it was quite interesting. Old Zhu and Yin Yang were about to go to sleep, but their only disciple, Zhang Jinxiu, warmly invited them to drink. A lowly figure who walked the Pugilistic World, being able to become the master of the rich young master, Zhang Jinxiu, was naturally a legend in the eyes of everyone.

This Zhang Jinxiu's home was one of the top rich families in Daan City. His father, Zhang Shiwen, was skilled in painting, metal, and stone poetry. He was the youngest and had once been a Zhixian County in a county in Henan.

After the last Emperor of Great Qing retired, various places started to stir up trouble. Sabers and soldiers met, and the flags on the city walls kept changing. Zhang Shiwen saw that the situation was very unfavorable to him. He resigned and returned to his hometown, living a leisurely and leisurely life of a rich man.

However, he had offended some deity, and Zhang Shiwen's family had never been peaceful. One after another, things happened to him. First, his eldest wife, who was also Zhang Jinxiu's personal mother, died. Then, his second aunt, Dan Jiao, who was a beautiful singer, also died.

If one were to say that Zhang Jinxiu's mother had cough blood sickness because of her old age, She had been ill for many years. Now, she had exhausted her body and bones. It was normal for her to die in one night.

However, that second aunt Zhang Shi was too playful. She was young, not even thirty years old, and her body was extremely sturdy. That night, she also mysteriously went crazy. She continuously shouted that someone wanted to kill her.

At first, Zhang Shiwen thought that she had some kind of unclean illness, so he went around to invite doctors to treat her. A lot of silver was spent, and a lot of medicine was also drunk, but there was no sign of improvement.

Half a year later, Second Aunt's body became weaker and weaker. From day to night, she was in a daze and confused. She only said the same thing over and over again: someone wanted to kill her. Someone wanted to kill her.

Moreover, as long as she saw something to eat, no matter what it was, she would grab it with both hands and stuff it into her mouth with all her might, wolfing it down and eating non-stop. It was as if she was afraid of being snatched away by others, but she was not afraid of being bloated to death.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Shiwen understood in his heart that there was no longer any hope, so he could only let the servants lock him up in the backyard alone. Unexpectedly, in the morning of the winter, his second aunt actually fell into the toilet. She died, blood flowing out from her eyes, nose, and mouth. Her appearance was very frightening.

Not long after burying Second Aunt, her only son, Zhang Jinshu, was buried. A very clever and obedient little boy, who was only six years old, suddenly died. Furthermore, blood was flowing out of his seven orifices. It was exactly the same as when his mother died.

It seemed that there was a problem with the Feng Shui in the house. Zhang Shiwen sat listlessly in the yard, looking at the deep sky and carefully pondering. He had to hire a mage with profound cultivation to drive away the evil energy in the family. Otherwise, there would be trouble.

Therefore, he told his son, Zhang Jinxiu, to spend a huge sum of money to invite the famous Elder Zhu of the Great Yinyang Clan, who was famous across both sides of the Yellow River, to set up a huge dojo on the surface of the river for three days, to help him expel the ghosts and deities that were hiding in every corner of his house.

It was also very strange. After Old Zhu and Yin Yang's careful treatment, the Zhang Family soon became peaceful and peaceful, and their lives were flourishing. At this moment, the Zhang father and son looked at Old Zhu Yinyang in a new light, and it was even to the extent of prostrating themselves in worship.

Thus, the famous rich young master of Daan City, Zhang Jinxiu, prepared a generous gift and insisted on taking Old Zhu Yinyang as his master. He even said that if he didn't take Old Zhu Yinyang as his disciple, he would learn from the ancient people and kneel in front of Old Zhu Yinyang's house, not getting up until he died.

Seeing that Zhang Jinxiu was very sincere, Old Zhu Yinyang sat on the brick bed, smoking a cigarette, closed his eyes and thought for a long time. Finally, he let out a long sigh and only said two words, "Will of the Heavens. " He shook his head with a bitter smile and agreed half-heartedly.

In order to show his sincerity, the Zhang father and son held a grand apprenticeship ceremony. They invited all their family and friends, neighbors, and neighbors to set off fireworks and firecrackers, and held a banquet of wine, shaking the entire Da An County. For a moment, it became a topic of discussion.

Thus, after the grand apprenticeship ceremony ended, the famous billionaire in Da An City, the eldest son of the Zhang family, Zhang Jinxiu, naturally became Old Zhu Yinyang's only disciple. It was an old matter from two years ago.

That night, when Old Zhu Yinyang was preparing to sleep, he did not expect that his disciple, Zhang Jinxiu, would invite him to his house for a drink. He did not decline in the slightest, and followed his disciple.

Just as he was about to leave, Old Zhu Yin Yang said to his wife meaningfully, "Watch the baby. " This doll. . . It was the sect master of Baiyun Temple, whose name shook both sides of the Yellow River, many years later. A generation of Yin and Yang. Everyone was shocked by Daoist Priest Yangzi.

Early in the morning the next day, when Old Zhu Yinyang was carried back home, he was covered in blood and was in a state of delirium. After lying on the brick bed for three months, he gradually recovered his spirit.

From then on, he rarely went out. He only stayed at home to read fortunes for those who automatically came to find him. Occasionally, someone would pay him a lot of money and invite him to explore his ancestor's tomb. He would also return on the same day and never spend the night outside.

If someone asked him, Elder Zhu Yinyang only smiled faintly and looked at the deep sky. After a while, he said something interesting. "This is the will of the heavens. It cannot be leaked. "

Old Zhu Yinyang's words had made many people ponder over it for a long time, but they did not manage to figure it out. What was even more interesting was that from that mysterious night onwards, the relationship between the master and disciple of Old Zhu Yinyang and Zhang Jinxiu had completely broken.

Until now, ZhenYangzi Zi clearly remembered that his father had rubbed his son's head tightly before he died. He choked and said something that he would remember for the rest of his life. Between people, there was only eternal benefits, and there was no eternal friendship.

When he asked his father about that very mysterious night many years ago, his disciple Zhang Jinxiu had invited him to the Zhang family's house for a drink with great enthusiasm. Just what exactly had happened? Elder Zhu Yinyang also smiled faintly and said, Let bygones be bygones, and the secrets of heaven must not be leaked.

Therefore, what exactly happened that night? His father had almost been killed. This question had been lingering in the mind of ZhenYangzi Zi, and it had become the most difficult and most pressing mystery in his life.

He tried his best to solve this mystery. He had visited many people, including Zhang Jinxiu's descendants and the Zhang family's neighbors. He had spent a lot of time and effort to find the answer, but he had never found it.

Finally, when he recalled his father's appearance before his death and the words he said from the bottom of his heart, he could only speculate. It was his father's only disciple, Zhang Jinxiu, who wanted to murder his father, but due to the side effects, his goal was not achieved in the end.

Sigh, man, for the sake of my own interests, what can't I do? Today's matter was related. A very good father and son, father and brother, will become enemies that we can't meet tomorrow, and even our own flesh and blood will kill each other. Such a thing, whether it was in the past or now, was it rare to see such a thing?

How many years had it been? Today, sitting in the Yellow River Pearl Club, looking at the disappointed Huang Weidong, and thinking about the influential people in the business world who had once called him brother, the head of the White Cloud Temple, Zhen Yangzi, he could not help but let out a heavy sigh.