The next day was not a public holiday. On such an ordinary workday and night, the people who came to 111 to make trouble were all the backbones of a few elders.
These people give it a try, they don't take Yu Lanchuan in shirts and shoes at all, and they don't hesitate. While talking, four or five more people rushed up at the same time.
The first floor of the small building in No. 110 courtyard is not flush with the ground, it is slightly higher than one meter, so there is a row of stone steps at the entrance of the corridor, about ten steps, two meters wide from east to west, and two sides on both sides. Railing handrail, the west side is a wheelchair passage across the railing.
The three rushed towards Yu Lanchuan in three directions, left, middle, and right, intending to entangle him, while the rest ran up the wheelchair passage, trying to bypass him and rush into the corridor.
Yu Lanchuan lifted his broom upside down, stepped back to the entrance of the stairs, and the man who was pounced on him followed, but he suddenly stepped forward, the broomstick shrank a bit in his hand, and the man in the middle was rushing up the steps. , he naturally covered his head with his hands, his chest and abdomen exposed an empty door, he was stabbed in the face by a plastic rod, and he exhaled a breath, which really became a "poke the lung tube".
At the same time, Yu Lanchuan used the force of a jab to flick backwards lightly, and swept his elbow towards the person on the left. The dirt on the broom head slapped the person in the face. The whole person's center of gravity was pressed to the left, and his right leg flew up and kicked the one on the right.
Elder Zhao shouted angrily, "Master Yu, do you have to meddle in the business of the Beggar Gang today?"
Yu Lanchuan stabbed one and kicked the other. The broomstick in his hand flew up and down, three or two times. The unlucky guy on the left who was pressed against the railing was completely anesthetized, and the whole person was pressed and folded down, becoming The human-shaped cushion, Yu Lanchuan's leg that swept out did not fall to the ground, directly using the "human-shaped cushion" as a fulcrum, he flew over the guardrail, and with a scream of "cushion", the broom picked three times out of five. Those who rushed up from the wheelchair access.
It just fell to the ground lightly.
"That's not true," Yu Lanchuan grabbed the railing with one hand, turned around for half a circle, and gave Elder Zhao a smirk, "Generally I don't provide services for free, not to mention that Guipai is an unregistered illegal organization. Don’t worry, I’m more reluctant to mix than you. When the gang leader Lao Yang is discharged from the hospital, you can divide the family as you like, and usurp the throne as you like. If the Beggar Gang goes public someday, I will definitely persuade the boss to join the vote.”
Elder Tian, who rushed over, tried his best to suckle, and then he held back the sentence "If he can't get out of the hospital". But he held back his words, his expression unstoppable, these words were engraved under his skin, in the end, they were stunned.
The lights of the residents' homes on the first floor shot out from the north window of the small building, illuminating Elder Tian's face and the words hidden under his skin.
Yu Lanchuan lowered his head, unscrewed the plastic rod gently, and threw the dirty broom head again. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Yeah, it's over ninety."
If a young person dies prematurely, others are willing to abide by the "dead is the greatest" onlooker rule and keep their mouths shut for a while.
Old people don’t have this kind of luck. Once they reach the age of seventy and eighty, they will automatically enter the ranks of “dead long ago” and “not dead old”. People are only willing to reminisce about the life of this person at the moment of closing the coffin. There was a moment of disappointment.
Then the speed of light calmed down, lest one more second be wasted in the battle for inheritance.
With a cold face, Elder Zhao gave him a thumbs-up: "Little Master Yu, good kung fu, you deserve to be from everyone's background. But the noble 'Hanjiang Qi Jue' probably can't be the Dugu Nine Swordsman, don't rely on your two-handed kung fu , I really thought I could be one hundred!"
Yu Lanchuan suddenly wanted to laugh inexplicably. He remembered watching the "Broken Arrow" in the TV series "Swordsman" when he was a child. The special effects were very cool. A swordsman, he ran to ask the grandfather.
The eldest grandfather sipped twice at the mouth of the small teapot and glanced at him: "How can you kill them with one sword when they are surrounded and beaten? Um... just let one sword go?"
The young Yu Lanchuan said longingly, "Yeah, just one sword!"
The eldest grandpa pondered for a moment and replied: "There is also a trick, we don't call it 'Breaking the Arrow', we call it 'Breaking the Pot and Sinking the Boat'."
Yu Lanchuan had never heard of such a trick in Hanjiang Qijue, so he urged him to talk about it.
The old man sold out for a long time, let him listen to his ears, and dictated his unique skills.
Hero Yu Huaide said: "You put the sword on your neck, make a gesture of wiping your neck, and yell at them, 'Who dares to come here, blood will be splashed three feet' - don't worry, unless you meet a desperado, most people don't Dare—then take advantage of them to be frightened, quickly get out of the encirclement, and run away, all right!"
"Break the cauldron and sink the boat" is an invincible big move of this sect, but unfortunately it also has conditions - the sword in the hand must be a real sword, and a broomstick... This is a bit funny.
Since the big move can't be activated, it can only be carried to the end.
I hope that the police comrades will arrive soon and turn on the siren a little louder when they come.
One kilometer away from Courtyard No. 110, the middle-aged man who helped Gan Qing park his car walked into the back of the alley. There was an inconspicuous private house. The middle-aged man knocked on the door four times, and someone inside was vigilant. asked, "Which one?"
The middle-aged man replied, "I'm Xiao Zhai from Mr. Zhao's family."
The house opened in response, and a head that looked like a horse monkey emerged. The horse monkey was dressed in rags and dressed as a beggar—he was the one who introduced Gan Qing into the alley that day.
Glancing out vigilantly, the horse monkey seemed to be afraid that the door opening would cost electricity, so he lowered his voice and said, "Come in."
The middle-aged man who called himself "Xiao Zhai" didn't want to dance with the Malaysian monkey, so he refused to go through the crack of the door, so he ducked back. of?"
The horse monkey didn't take precautions and was pushed back two steps by him: "You..."
Xiao Zhai raised his legs and walked in involuntarily.
"Don't be careful around 111," the monkey said, suppressing his anger, "be careful of being watched."
"I didn't see any powerful people," Xiao Zhai took a cigarette and glanced around. "This house is rented? The school district in the city center is not cheap, right? Please help me to pay attention tomorrow, and see if there are others nearby. There is no rental."
The monkey asked, "What are you doing?"
"Didn't I have a second child last year?" Xiao Zhai found a chair and sat down, handed a cigarette to the monkey, and sighed, "The little brat grows long when he sees the wind, and he has to figure out where he went to school when he talks. I can't afford to buy a room in the school district, so I can only find a cheap rent in advance. Alas, it's really not easy for our buddies to be old and young. What are you doing every day? Isn't it just to support the family? It's not me who said that the gang leader Lao Yang is sometimes too unreliable!"
The big horse monkey took the cigarette, looked slightly calm, and sat down opposite him.
There is a big cypress tree in front of the house, and the three friends in the cold season have never withered, not only blocking the northwest wind, but also blocking the figure of a person. Gan Qing gently pushed aside the cypress leaves, pinched her nose forcefully, and held back a sneeze with tears in her eyes. The down jacket was easy to make noise. In order to facilitate tracking, she threw the down jacket in the trunk of Yu Lanchuan's car. The two beggar gang members gathered together and had been talking about the school district room and the second child for more than ten minutes. Although there was a big tree to block the wind, the tight sweater was soaked in the cold, and it was cool.
Gan Qing's ear was the northwest wind howling "woo woo", and the other ear was the endless "You Sheng Xiao" and "Xiao Sheng Chu". She had a splitting headache and was about to give up and leave. At this time, a procrastination Footsteps suddenly sounded from the other end of the alley. Gan Qing was shocked and vaguely felt something, held her breath carefully, and hid herself behind the leaves.
The visitor, with gray hair, in his sixties, walked slowly to the street lamp. Gan Qing saw that his face was yellow and his skin was thin, and his face had been turned into sandpaper by the years, but even so, he could still vaguely see the meaning of his beautiful eyebrows. It's just that this beauty did not make him handsome, but added a bit of gloom and resentment to him, like a ghost.
This man was very thin and thin, and he was wearing an empty patched cotton-padded coat that had been washed white. His legs were one long and the other short, and he seemed to be very bumpy when walking. Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, he suddenly sensed something keenly, and his falcon-like gaze swept around.
Gan Qing's whole body has almost merged with the big cypress tree, hanging on the branches and moving automatically with the wind.
The man listened intently for a while, but didn't notice anything unusual, and then knocked on the door: "It's me."
Gan Qing frowned, and she found that the man not only had long and short legs, but also the posture of his curled fingers was very strange, like a chicken's paw that could not be stretched out.
Who is this person
His limbs were almost twisted into a tangle, and he even had some kind of terrifying mastery demeanor.
The conversation between Big Horse Monkey and Xiao Zhai came to an abrupt end, and the two came out together. This time, the monkey did not leave a crack in the door, and opened the door of the entire private house: "Elder Yang!"
Young
Only the Beggar Gang can be called "Elders", which is equivalent to the CEO and CFO under the chairman. Gan Qing has probably heard that there are four "Nine Bags Elders" in the Beggar Gang... But, is there any one surnamed Yang
Elder Yang nodded sympathetically, waving his long and short legs and walked in. The lights in the room turned on a little bit, and after a while, there was a whisper - Xiao Zhai reported that Yang Yifan was taken away by the police, four Among the great elders, Zhao and Tian led the way to force the palace and put the gang leader Lao Yang into the hospital.
Elder Yang opened his mouth, his voice was light and sharp, a bit like a boy who had not yet developed: "Is the old man dead?"
"Sent to the hospital for rescue," Xiao Zhai said. "Don't worry, the old gang leader is very skilled. If the rescue is timely..."
"What do I have to worry about?" Elder Yang interrupted him. "He personally broke my leg and cut off ties with me. I don't need to put on hemp and filial piety for him when he dies. What does it have to do with me?"
Gan Qing was a little surprised when she heard this sentence—could this skinny man be the son of Lao Yang's gang leader
Yang Yifan is not a person who likes to talk about family affairs. He always claims that "the parents are not here, let me take care of grandpa". Later, after listening to her half of the story on the New Year's Day, Gan Qing thought that this "absence" was passed away. I didn't expect that Yang Ping was still alive, and it seemed that he had severed the father-son relationship with Lao Yang's gang leader.
Yang Ping asked again: "Have they gone to get the dog stick?"
Xiao Zhai replied, "Yes, I think Elder Tian is unrelenting, and Elder Zhao seems to mean the same."
The horse monkey sneered: "What's the use of using a dog stick, do you really think that the old man has been a fool for so many years? Tonight they were quick, most people didn't respond, you wait for tomorrow, see these people's mad at the old gang leader. , who can hide the matter of usurping the dog-beating stick'."
Xiao Zhai said with a smile: "Isn't it true, when the chaos begins, it will be up to Elder Yang to preside over the situation. After all, you are the true root."
Yang Ping said lightly: "Say a few words of flattering nonsense, isn't the spittle stars worthless?"
Malaysian monkey said: "Don't take the lead to make troubles, as for that girl, she is jewel-like all day long, even if nothing happens this time, the helpers can't get used to her behavior, she can't hold the dog stick. The rest is up to Brother Zhai to help with the activities."
Yang Ping nodded: "Also, remember to deal with Wang Jiusheng."
Gan Qing raised his eyes suddenly in the dark.
The monkey said, "There is a person who has something to do with Wan Muchun in the 110th courtyard. I think Wang Jiusheng is really scared this time."
"Don't underestimate him." Yang Ping said, "Do you think Wei Xiao was easy to deal with back then? We all fell under him when all of us had to have all our tails, not to mention later - if Wang Jiusheng set up a game and hit it first He can't fight back, it's not necessarily cold today. Besides, Wei Xiao has been hiding his name in Yanning City. For many years, both the black and the white have been looking for him, but no one has found him. He just let him dig it out, this The Beiruo master of the Walking Foot Gang, the water is very deep."
Gan Qing supported the cypress tree and embedded her fingers into the trunk, her heart was about to explode.
The horse monkey said: "Wang Jiusheng always thought that Lao Zhai and I were Zhao's people. In the past two days, we have found out where he hid the girl, and today we will quietly get the girl out. Zhao did not forcefully take the beating dog. Is it great? The Xingjiao Gang found out that the person he was hiding was gone, and he would definitely suspect that Elder Zhao couldn’t suppress the voices of the people below him, pushed them out to block the gun, and let them bite the dog at that time.”
Yang Ping: "I leave it all to you."
A trace of blood crept into Gan Qing's eyes. The small blade seemed to have grown from the flesh, and slowly emerged between her left fingers. The blade reflected her fingers as cold and pale, like a water ghost in a horror movie. paw.
At this moment, Xiao Zhai suddenly said "um": "It's a little accident."
The monkey asked, "What?"
Xiao Zhai gave a "hey" and said, "Zhao Hetian and the others were intercepted. Guess who it is? It's just that little alliance leader from 111, who seems to be playing around."
The blade that was constantly "breeding" between Gan Qing's fingers paused slightly.
"Urine sex!" Xiao Zhai said, "I think Elder Zhao and the others are going to plant it, so they don't have to wait for tomorrow."
The broomstick in Yu Lanchuan's hand snapped with a click, and saw a cold light flashing from the hands of the beggar gang across from him.
"Controlling knives," he raised his eyebrows, "Do you also recruit such professional hooligans in the famous and decent?"
The person on the opposite side simply stopped hiding and tucked away, and saw that he was hiding two long daggers with blood grooves under his hands, with iron chains in the middle. .
Yu Lanchuan's broomstick was split in the middle by the sharp edge of the knife, and the last metal product on his body, except for the glasses, was the belt.
At this moment, a whistling sound came, and the nine-section whip slammed down in the air, hitting the chain in the middle of the long dagger, pulling it down at a tricky angle. Leaning back—
Zhang Meizhen: "Your mother, I'm not dead yet."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Lanchuan heard someone shout: "Little Master Yu, catch it."
Immediately afterwards, something was thrown towards his back, and Yu Lanchuan caught it, shocked, that thing was actually a sword!
… Although I opened it, it was peach wood.
Holding a copper clothes drying pole, Han Dongsheng walked down the stairs and smiled at him embarrassedly: "When my dad was obsessed with qigong, he bought it from the 'Master', saying it was hung on the wall to ward off evil spirits, you Let’s make do with it first.”
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
Okay, he's now a great dancer again.
Han Dongsheng turned to the beggar gangs blocking the stairs, smiled and said softly, "Tomorrow adults have to go to work, and children have to get up early to go to the cram school. It's time to rest. What are you doing?"
After Han Dongsheng finished speaking, a dark shadow suddenly fell on the bicycle shed. The person who came was like a big light bird. The bicycle shed swayed twice, but it was silent - it was Yan Hao.
Yan Hao took a deep breath: "Grandma Zhang, Zhang asked the person I called to come."
Zhang Meizhen gritted her teeth gently: "... good boy, sensible, you are the first to call me grandma."
Yan Hao looked bewildered.
At the door of 111, the two big pancake gangs, the beggars who usually help Lao Yang to run errands, and the homeless have all arrived, and more people are rushing here—