The night fell and the silver moon hung high in the sky.
On the roof of the Kurumu Society's headquarters, a figure was moving across the roof at an extremely fast speed.
There were quite a few patrol members of the Deadwood Society, but no one could find this man.
He always managed to hide himself in the darkness when someone was about to discover him.
"Master, this is this month's account book!"
In the small courtyard, candles were brightly lit. An old man in a green robe stood in the courtyard, looking up at the bright moon in the sky.
Behind him, a young man respectfully handed over an account book.
The old man took the account book and began to read it by candlelight.
Suddenly, he paused flipping through the account book and closed it.
"You go back first!"
His voice was a little muffled, as if there was something choking in his throat.
The young man was puzzled. Didn't the master ask him to come and discuss something? Why did he let him leave just after he arrived
However, he did not ask any more questions. He bowed respectfully and slowly walked out.
"Sir, I don't know why you came to my Ku Mu Club. But has my Ku Mu Club offended you in any way? If so, I, Ku Mu, would like to apologize to you!"
After the young man left, the old man with dead wood put away the account book, looked towards the beam, and clasped his fists.
Following his gaze, I could see a figure standing on the roof.
"I thought you were going to ask your apprentice to gather people to attack me!"
As the man took a step, it was as if something was holding him up, and he landed in front of the dead tree silently.
"What's the point of having more people? Facing a master like you, even if there are more people, they will just die!"
The dead tree said without changing its expression.
"You see it clearly."
The figure raised his head, revealing a young face.
"I was wondering who this expert is, it turns out to be the leader of the Tian Xia Hui, Yan Gang!"
Seeing this person, Ku Mu narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his hand politely.
"Do you know me?"
Yan Xiong was confused.
It was not surprising that Wu Qingfeng knew him, after all, the two had met in Sand City.
But it was a bit strange that this dead tree had never seen him before, but it could recognize him the moment it saw him.
Hearing this, Ku Mu smiled, took out a folded piece of drawing paper from his arms, opened it, and handed it over.
Yan Xiong took the drawing paper and couldn't help frowning.
The person on the drawing paper is none other than him.
"Who painted this? It's exactly the same as mine. I think this person must have reached the pinnacle of painting. Could you introduce him to me?"
When he saw the inscriptions on both sides of the portrait, his eyes could not help but focus, then they returned to normal and he spoke with a smile on his face.
"It may be difficult for Gang Leader Yan to meet this person. He is like a dragon that is hard to find. He likes to travel around. I don't know where he is now. As for his name, I don't know it either. We just met by chance."
The dead tree shook his head.
Hearing this, there was no change on Yan Xiong's face, but there were turbulent waves rolling in his heart.
Picking up the drawing paper, I saw that Yan Xiong in the painting was lifelike.
Looking at the painting, Yan Xiong felt like he was looking in a mirror.
But what stirred up a storm in his heart was not the painting itself, but the inscriptions on both sides of the painting.
"How can a golden scale stay in a pond? Once it encounters wind and clouds, it will turn into a dragon!"
Isn’t this the advice from the Clay Buddha to Xiongba
Could it be that my fate is the same as Xiongba's
"He asked you to give me this painting?"
Yan Xiong held the painting and looked at the dead tree.
"good!"
The dead tree nodded.
Hearing this, Yan Xiong lowered his head and began to think.
Originally, he planned to severely injure the dead tree tonight and then feed it a heart-eating poison.
But now he has no interest in it anymore.
The words "A golden fish cannot stay in a pond. Once it encounters wind and cloud, it will turn into a dragon." were circling in his mind like a demon.
He is not Xiongba, he just plays the role of Xiongba, but someone has assigned him such a fate.
Doesn't this mean that he can't escape the fact that success or failure is determined by the wind and clouds
"Boss Yan, I want to lead the Deadwood Society to join the Tianxia Society, but I don't know if it's possible?"
Yan Xiong was thinking when suddenly Ku Mu's words interrupted him.
Looking up at the dead tree, I saw him looking at Yan Xiong with a sincere expression.
"Why? Is my Yanxiong personality so charismatic?"
Yan Xiong asked doubtfully.
"That's not the case. It's just that the mysterious man suggested that I join the Tianxiahui, and I decided to trust him."
The dead tree said with a smile.
"What did that person look like? Do you remember?"
Yan Xiong became more and more curious about that damn mysterious man.
Of course, in addition to curiosity, there is also murderous intent.
If this kind of guy who can make people suspicious with just one sentence is not killed, something bad will happen sooner or later.
Looking back at Xiongba’s life in Fengyun.
He was almost completely influenced by the saying "Success and failure are both due to the wind and clouds".
Yan Xiong was not a person who believed in fate, but the saying "A golden fish cannot stay in a pond. Once it encounters wind and clouds, it will turn into a dragon" still made him uneasy.
Logically speaking, Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng were bound to him through a subordinate system, so their loyalty could be almost guaranteed.
But human hearts are the most unpredictable, and who can guarantee that they will really be loyal for a lifetime
Of course, he would not use those fancy moves that Xiongba used in Fengyun.
Everyone can see that a big reason why Fengyun betrayed Xiongba was because he was too suspicious.
This is a lesson that Yan Xiong should take as a warning.
"That man is a Taoist priest, with a plaster on his forehead! He has an old face and is about 1.6 feet tall..."
The dead tree began to describe the man.
Yan Xiong took note of it carefully, and only after he had remembered it almost completely did he look at the dead tree.
"Since you want to join my Tianxiahui, I will give you a chance. As long as you can capture Fancheng within a month, I will allow you to join the Tianxiahui."
"How is this possible? Chen Xian is in the city. How could he allow me to..."
For the first time, the dead tree showed embarrassment on its face.
“You don’t need to worry about Chen Xian. I have a way. You just need to deal with the Chu family and the Forging Alliance.
By the way, there is no need to kill those blacksmiths in the Forging Alliance, I want them alive."
Yan Xiong gave these two instructions and then left the Kurumu Society.
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"Ah..."
Wolves howled in the wilderness.
A small tent was casually set up on the ground, and a Taoist priest with a sword on his back was sitting cross-legged.
Suddenly, his tightly closed eyes opened and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Bait!"
"How can there be only one Guan Yutian in this world? There should be more. It will be more fun when things get chaotic!"
Yan Xiong is not here at the moment. If he were here, he would definitely remember who this person is.
This person was the Taoist Qingyuan who was being chased by the four brave men of the Zhu family.
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Fancheng.
Yan Xiong returned to the inn in a restless mood. He didn't care that Ah Qi and others were not there. He returned to the room and sat cross-legged in meditation.
Half an hour later, he opened his eyes.
At this time, his previously chaotic mood had returned to calm.
He walked to the window, opened it, and looked at the brightest stars in the night sky. His mood became calmer and calmer.
No matter what, success or failure is all due to the wind and clouds. It's just a saying.
Not to mention that he is not Xiongba, he is just playing the role of Xiongba.
Even if those words are true, so what
Destiny is always a struggle.
In Feng Yun, Xiongba was defeated by Feng Yun because of his suspicion.
Then I will do the opposite.
Just trust them with the utmost trust and see if the so-called success or failure is due to the wind and clouds will appear again.
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