Nightfall Chapter 53: Who is wet by the pavilion?
Chapter 53 Who is wet by the pavilion?
Most people in Chang'an know that, for some unknown reason, Chunfengting is always reluctant to mention the name of his gang: Yulong Gang. He prefers to call this Chang'an No. 1 Gang Chunfeng Pavilion. Many people speculate that this is because he lived in Chunfengting Henger Street since he was a child. The enemies ridiculed themselves, believing that Ya is killing too many people, making too many bad things, doing too many bad things and not willing others to call him vulgar. So he insisted on linking himself, his gang and Chunfengting's seemingly elegant name.
Chunfeng Pavilion is located in the slum area of Dongcheng. The building is in dilapidated condition. From day to night, it is full of idlers from small stalls and vendors. It is not even quiet and there is no elegance at all. But today’s Chunfeng Pavilion is extremely quiet and quiet, until the sound of rain falls like thunder, and the sound of the cool breeze blowing through the signs of the dilapidated cake shop on a spring night is like Songtao, from Hengsi Street to Hengyi Street. I couldn't see any passers-by walking in the rain, or even the cry of babies, as if there were no others except the streets covered by wind and rain and the murderous intentions, so quiet to death.
Walking from Lin 47 Lane to Chunfeng Pavilion, the distance is not too far, the two people walked slowly like tourists walking, and they walked into this quiet street and dark alley before long.
The Chunfeng Pavilion in the front is hidden in the night, hidden in the sound of wind and rain, only a dilapidated small pavilion can be seen vaguely, but I don't know how many enemies are also hidden inside and outside the Chunfeng Pavilion in the night and rain.
Ning Que, wearing a black mask and carrying a lot of things, walked behind Chao Xiaoshu with a paper umbrella, and played the role of an assistant waiter very well—I don’t know when , He took the umbrella in Chao Xiaoshu's hand.
Towards the little tree, I walked with my eyes and hands as always, even though my shirt had been mostly wet by the rain from the oil paper umbrella, there was still a slight smile on my face, lighting up the wind and rain outside the umbrella. a bit.
There is silence around the broken kiosk.
The people in ambush here did not expect that there were no three thousand green shirt brothers they had imagined, only Chunfengting Lao Chao, and then came in with a silent young man, accompanied by wind and rain.
Long silence, it is confirmed that only Chunfengting Lao Chao and Ning Que are the only two. The enemy hidden in the night and wind no longer hides their whereabouts, accompanied by the continuous sound of footsteps, the soles of the boots are lightly pattered There was a sound, the sharp knife slowly pulling out the scabbard, and hundreds of people with solemn expressions walked out from the side of the house from the back of the pavilion from the alley.
Chunfeng Pavilion Lao Chao and Ning Que stood not far from the broken pavilion, quietly watching the black and oppressive crowds pouring out from all directions. He smiled slightly at Xiaoshu, did not ask the young man behind him whether he was afraid of such a boring question, raised his arm and wiped the rain off his face, pointing to a fat middle-aged man in the middle of the crowd and said:
"This man is called Master Meng, who is in charge of Nancheng. The shaved man next to him is called Song Tietou. Master Meng is Song Tietou's eldest brother. Song Tietou is the eldest brother of whoever went to your shop to make trouble. ."
As the middle-aged man in the blue shirt raised his arm, the crowd surrounded by rainy night suddenly commotion. Standing in the front row with a sharp blade, the men who showed their bravery and brave expression to their boss were slightly stiff, and they all stepped back subconsciously. Ning Que stood behind him and watched this scene quietly, getting a general understanding of the status of the Yulong Gang in the Dark Night World of Chang'an City, and understanding what kind of deterrence the five words Chunfengting Lao Chao possessed in the hearts of these people.
He smiled at Xiaoshu, did not say anything to ridicule him, pointed to a tall and thin man deep in the east side of the crowd, and said: "This is Shunsuke, the chief of Nishijo, and there are many men under his hands. My brothers are not few. Get close to him."
Immediately afterwards, he looked at the crowd standing in a small circle behind the pavilion, frowned slightly and said: "Those are the people of Uncle Cat. Uncle Cat has always followed Chang'an Mansion. He has no rules and is disgusting. Naturally, I am not afraid of him, but since his sister-in-law is the concubine's room where the Chang'an Mansion records and joins the army, just give him some face."
"Those men are more troublesome. They were all retired by the city gate army. They have real skills. What's more troublesome is that because the freight routes I manage have never been tribute to them, the city gate The army itself was very opinionated about me and killed them. I wonder if the city gate army would be so stupid to continue making trouble."
In the wind and rain of the spring night, hundreds of Chang'an city** figures gathered around the Chunfeng Pavilion, just to besiege him, Chang'an's first big gang leader, but he was extremely gentle in the face of this situation. Ting Ningque introduced who came tonight, without missing a single one, he seemed extremely patient, or confident.
Ning Que lowered his voice and said, "It's okay to play introductions, but don't introduce me. These are all Chang'an City **, if you know my identity, how can I mix in Chang'an City?"
"After tonight, if these people are not killed, they will probably be killed." The old man of Chunfengting looked at the crowd in the rainy night with his hand and said calmly: "If this is the case, why should you be afraid They?"
Ning Que held the umbrella and looked at his back and explained seriously: "I am not afraid of murder, but I am afraid of trouble."
Just as the two talked softly under the umbrella, the crowd in the rainy night finally couldn't bear the humiliation of the other party regarding the hero of Chang'an as nothing. After several discussions, they forced the Nancheng Meng master to speak as a representative.
Although watching Chunfengting Laochao is inevitable, let’s be honest, no one dares to be presumptuous in front of the other person until he closes his eyes. The same is true for Nancheng Meng, but at this time. In the meantime, he has the most people and the greatest power, and he is also the most ruthless by the Yulong Gang on weekdays, and he can't justify it without showing up.
"Relief grain, move the treasury, military logistics support, guard at the periphery of the household treasury, we Datang’s most profitable dark work, these years have all been taken over by the Fish and Dragon Gang, and they don’t even give out any broth. Under the management of the brothers, the holy emperor reigns, is there such a truth in this world?"
Master Nancheng Meng looked at Chao Xiaoshu coldly and said: "You should be very clear about what it means to commit public anger. In the past, the brothers of the family saw you respect you three points in the name of the old court of Chunfeng Pavilion, but now since the court I have to clean up you, but you still don’t get in. Then don’t blame us for being rude to you."
“Hunjianghu’s people’s cultural level has always been low, so they can only say such a few words over and over again. Earlier, I needed to come out to negotiate with people in person. This kind of remark is really a callous."
Chao Xiaoshu stood under the umbrella, looked at the eloquent Nancheng Meng master, smiled and said softly. Naturally, what he said was not for the other party, but for Ning Que behind him.
Lord Nanchengmeng saw that he despised himself so much, his complexion became extremely ugly, he weighed his crutches in his hand, and shouted: "The ichthyosaur gang is known as three thousand blue shirts, but you and I know that, dare to fight for you. There are no more than two hundred people at most. Now, your most able-bodied brothers are all suppressed by the nobles in the Yulin Junxiao cavalry camp. I want to see how you can get out tonight!"
Looking at Xiaoshu at his slightly twitching fat face, he suddenly smiled and replied: "Let’s go to your first question, whether it’s food removal, storage, or water transportation, I can dominate these businesses for so many years. Naturally, I am qualified to dominate. No matter you, Shunsuke or Uncle Cat, none of you have the ability to dominate these businesses. Even if these businesses are placed in front of you, you dare not eat."
"You don’t have to test whether I have any new players. I can tell you that none of the Chunfengting brothers will come around Chunfengting. Don’t you think it’s strange that Qi Laoshi is not there? Don’t be surprised, he and brothers I have already gone to your home. I believe that at this time, the south city east city and your uncle cat’s outer house are beginning to be unclear."
As these words resounded around the dilapidated kiosk, the crowd in the rain suddenly became more turbulent. They circled towards the little tree and sent people to follow the path of the little tree. How could they think that the little tree was taking themselves? When the bait lured them here, it sent all the remaining power of the Yulong Gang to their lair!
"No misfortune to wife and children's house!" The men who had retired from the city gate army shouted harshly: "Chao Xiaoshu, you deceived too much!"
Face Xiaoshu's face was slightly cold, and then he shook his head slightly and said: "You besieged and killed me at the door of my house. If it weren't for me to disperse the people early, wouldn't it be a disaster to the house? But don't worry, I am old spring wind Cao has always done things well, and I don’t plan to kill you at your doorstep and make your parents, wives and children heartbroken."
After a short pause, he watched everyone calmly and said, "But after tonight, don't even think about having a home in Chang'an City."
Don’t even think about having a home in Chang’an.
A simple sentence made a lot of pictures appear in the minds of everyone in the field—the five words of Chunfengting Lao Chao are the guarantee of faith. If he doesn’t move everyone, he will definitely not move—but Wei Han On the night of the spring rain, the old father, mother, sick wife and children were rudely kicked out of the house, and then the house yard that he had run for many years was turned into rubble by the green-shirted men of the fish-and-dragon gang. Who could accept that this happened to him?
Master Nancheng Meng's fat face twitched again, and the umbrella he was holding under him did not cover all the rain. This twitching actually ejected a few raindrops from the flesh. He said in a cold voice, "There is no house to start again. But if people die, there is no way to live again, as long as you kill the old Chunfeng Pavilion, the world will be different from now on, Chang'an City...is ours!"
"Chang'an City will always belong to the emperor." He smiled slightly at the tree, looked down at the saber around his waist, looked up with a heartbreaking smile, and said: "Speaking of killing me, you guys Have you seen me take a shot?"
Behind him, Ning Que gathered the oil-paper umbrella and threw it under his feet at will. He raised the hilt of the knife with his right hand that stretched out toward the back and pointed at Nimbus.
Slowly stretched out his hand towards the small tree to hold the hilt of the sword at his waist, and the moment his slender fingers were holding the hilt of the rain-soaked sword, he saw the green shirt on his body vibrated slightly, and countless raindrops were bounced into tiny bits. Gouache, like misty fog.
The mildly smiling middle-aged man suddenly became murderous, as if he had become another person. The cold rain around him seemed to feel something, shaking and leaning silently to avoid it, and there was no more drop that dared to go on that blue Shirt.