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That night, after Ma Tengfei, the head of the powerful gangster in this area, heard that the FC bar he was wearing was swept by people on Wednesday, he immediately summoned his subordinates and rushed towards the FC bar with great momentum.

As expected, Liu Chuan, who had been planning for a long time, was caught off guard by Liu Chuan, who had been waiting for a long time.

Liu Chuan is the leader of the group on Wednesday. He was in his early forties. He came to Shanghai to live in his 17 or 18 years old. He has not been able to work in all walks of life for a long time. He also likes to gather some idle gangsters to fight and drink. Finally, he gritted his teeth and embarked on this path.

After more than ten years of being in the market, I gradually gained fame and strength in the area of ​​Shanghai. Some people met and called Brother Liu.

After closing Wednesday a few years ago, he was even more powerful. He was originally willing to spend some money by saving his life with his tail and was brave and cunning Wednesday, and his power has gone to a higher level. Today he dared to challenge the former hooligan Ma Tengfei.

There has never been a shortage of hooligans and beauties in Shanghai. It used to be, and now it is the same.

After finally stabilizing his position, Ma Tengfei, who had finally started to resist, heard that he had swept several of his people from the FS bar on Wednesday and dripped out the water.

The blue veins were all revealed, and the face was covered with ferocious gritted teeth and said:

"What a plan, Wednesday and Wednesday, you are worthy of your reputation as insidious and cunning. If you want to destroy my prestige, I will kill you first!"

Looking at his subordinates' chaotic resistance, Ma Tengfei waved a hijab and rushed forward and chopped off a young man with colorful hair dyed, shouting:

"Brothers, don't panic, everyone retreat! Liu Chuan, remember for me, thirty years east and thirty years east and west!"

Liu Chuan, who was already stalemate in terms of the number of people, did not stick to the end when he saw this. His plan was to stop him here. Since he had already succeeded on Wednesday, there was no need to force him too much. The rabbit was too impatient and bite him, let alone the famous brother Ma Tengfei.

Seeing that his subordinates were smashed into a mess, the boss would call him from time to time, and they all said sarcastically, "The leopard was eaten by Liu Chuan on Wednesday and dared to make trouble on Tai Sui Master, shouting that Brother Fei would give them some colors."

In fact, Ma Tengfei also understood that this was putting pressure on himself. The venue was smashed and the losses were from the bosses. Since he still wanted to continue watching these venues and wanted to eat this bowl of rice, he had to give everyone an explanation.

Everyone inside and outside was watching with their eyes open. The best way to say this is naturally to cross the group of Liu Chuan Zhou San.

The fighting in the underworld and the robbery of interests naturally had nothing to do with Yang Qingwu. Yang Qingwu got up very early as usual, and habitually waved a few moves. Jiang Zhuhe accidentally saw it and said tentatively:

"Bajiquan?"

"You know this too?"

"I saw someone fighting, and it was said that the highest level could whistle into wind, and my muscles and bones would roar together! But it was all nonsense!"

"Why?"

After brushing her teeth, Yang Qingwubian washed her face with cold water and asked:

"Some people say that the eight major moves in the Bajiquan practiced to a certain level of secret force entering the body, and the liver and bones were all broken. What's the point of not being nonsense? A light hit can kill a person. Some books say that those who practiced the Shan Kuaishou were all hitting against a big tree without exception! Feudal superstition killed people!"

Yang Qingwu didn't say anything when he heard this. He remembered the lush pine trees on Funiu Mountain, the somewhat dilapidated Taoist temple, and the young man who was nearly two meters tall and tall and strong with a suffocating oppression. He was not white but called a strange name of a white bear. He kept hitting the birch tree he had just barely hugged in front of the Taoist temple. His broad shoulders and chest were often slightly red and swollen.

Even though the snow fell all over the ground, the deep winter with the howling north wind was still bare-chested. Every time I went to the Taoist temple to learn calligraphy and Go from the old Taoist priest, I passed by his voice and always grinned with my teeth that were whiter than myself, and there was a rolling heat on my head and shouted:

"Qingniu, did you do this exam well?"

"Haha, what do you think! I brought you the chili fried pork made by my mother, remember to eat it later!"

Bai Xiong, in his memory, he always bumped into the birch tree that looked unshakable, and occasionally copied the traditional Chinese "Shadow Dragon Sutra". The font is gentle and mellow, just like his smile.

"Is he practicing martial arts?"

"Well, the clue inside Badakai."

"Will it hurt to hit a tree like that?"

"This way it will hurt when you hit everyone!"

The old Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance in the legendary style grind the ink for Yang Qing, and replied jokingly:

The inkstone is a Duan inkstone. It is heavy, light, hard, soft and lonely, without sound. When pressed, it is like a child's skin, warm, soft, tender, not smooth and colorful. The young Yang Qingwu naturally doesn't know that the Duan inkstone on the table made of a somewhat ragged and old Huanghuali wood is a treasure among them. How many people are in the bankruptcy are hard to come by.

The old Taoist priest of unknown origin used it for Yang Qingwu to practice calligraphy, and he was also digging ink on his own. I don’t know how many people would be amazed to the ground when they saw this scene.

The paper used is also the best rice paper, which is delicate and white, and according to Yang Qingwu's temperament, he writes and draws on it.

The pen tip is a bit immature. The old Taoist priest rarely let Yang Qingwu copy some famous copybooks like some beginners. He would occasionally find some treasured versions of Taoist scriptures such as "Baopuzi Nei Pian" and "Heshang Gongpian", pointing to the dots and strokes inside to explain to him the wonders of the changes.

Yang Qingwuduo copied some Buddhist scriptures such as the "Nanhua Sutra" and the Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita, and occasionally some books such as the "Grinkles".

Yang Qingwu once wondered why the old Taoist priest had such Buddhist scriptures, but he kept it in his heart and didn't ask.

Many times, Yang Qingwu, a young man who was called a green bull by the old Taoist priest, was taken to the Taoist temple not far away to learn writing and playing chess.

The white bear pounded the tree outside until one spring, and the tree never sprouted new buds. Before the beginning of summer, a loud bang came from outside the window. The birch tree, which was not very thick but was absolutely incapable of human power, fell to the ground!

Yang Qingwu vaguely remembered that the old Taoist priest nodded with satisfaction. The white bear's shoulders were red and swollen under the noon sunlight, with some blood. His body, which was nearly two meters tall, shining brightly under the sunlight, as if he had done something insignificant and had a gentle smile on his face that had not changed in middle age.

If my mother hadn't thought it would be a good thing to learn more, it would seem that the old Taoist priest would not look like a bad person. Yang Qingwu, who was sacrificed for a good weekend, heard that the old Taoist priest did not charge a penny and had a free lunch, so he was depressed and embarked on the road to write and play chess up the mountain.

He held a touch of cold water and rubbed his face hard. Yang Qingwu wanted to wash away all the past events that were not too far away. After wiping his face, he murmured softly:

"Writing has the Eight Dies to Consist the World, and martial arts have the Eight Dies to Consist the World."

The sound was subtle, and Jiang Zhuohe didn't hear it. This was also said by the old Taoist priest who started to teach Yang Qingwu's calligraphy and Go hand in hand.

Still like every busy day, Yang Qingwu, who was busy serving tea and water, sweeping the floor and delivering vegetables, was also worried about what gifts he should give on Jiang Qianru's birthday.

It’s too expensive and I can’t afford it myself, and it’s too shabby and worried that Jiang Qianru is unhappy.

After thinking about it, I collected some unreliable opinions from everyone, such as fake expensive Pu'er tea, and the reason is that Yang Qingwu will definitely not be able to afford it.

This idea was made by Zhang Sheng, and Yang Qingwu said with contempt:

"When you get married to Miss Wang Yuyan, I will give you two fake money!"

Jiang Zhuhe’s idea was not very reliable. He said that he would pull two wild flowers on the side of the road and put them in a pot. The old man probably didn’t know him when he was old. He just said that he cherished the variety.

In the end, Yang Qingwu heard that none of them was an idea that normal people could come up with, so he simply wrote a picture of the characters and sent it to him. Jiang Qianru's painting was made of regular script and his own official script. At most, he could not buy a few better pieces of paper, which would not cost much.

Yang Qingwu, who was free in the afternoon, greeted the boss's wife and simply went to chat with Grandma Chang.

When the lights are on, Shanghai is at the peak of getting off work. The craze is very crowded. A thin and vulgar figure looks back from time to time, and looks at a relatively high-end restaurant beside him. He looks back carefully and looks back a few times, and then he is sure that he has not been followed before he quickly flashes in.

The thin young man who had been waiting for the reception had been led to a private room by a colorful young man dyed with hair, and lightly clamped the door and said:

"Brother Fei, Wei Donglai brought it."

The thin young man with a suspicious behavior, bowed his waist and was kicked by a woman on Wednesday when he took someone to sweep the FS bar last night.

"Go out and stare! Be smart and see if there are any eye-catching people."

A word sent the young man who led the way. Ma Tengfei, who had been waiting for a long time, walked up and hugged Wei Donglai's shoulder enthusiastically, but was so scared that he was shocked by Wei Donglai.

Ma Tengfei, familiar people often call him Brother Fei. He is under 40 and has a medium body. He starts to collect protection fees and spend money in junior high school. He is also a well-known figure in this area nearby. He has a hot temper and is impulsive in doing things and does not care about the consequences. It is a miracle to be able to stay on this path for so long.

Many people behind him said that he was a mad dog who was desperate for life. This time he was so angry that he fucked the three women so much that they did not relieve their anger. He vowed to wipe Wednesday from Shanghai!

"Let's come on the east! Did you sleep well last night?"

Ma Tengfei, who had two scars on his face, smiled particularly terrifyingly. He had never seen each other with his eyes all night, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Fei, Brother Fei, I'm wrong! Ah!"

Before he finished speaking, Ma Tengfei grabbed Wei Donglai's hair, pressed it down, lifted his knees suddenly, and hit his face firmly.

"You fuckingly told me that you were wrong. Half of your fucking wrong places were swept away. If you make two more mistakes, I will not be able to survive. I will give you so much money, so why would you feed the dog? Can you still see a family for feeding the dog?"

Ma Tengfei, who had roared and scolded, didn't feel relieved, picked up the wine bottle on the table and smashed it on Wei Donglai who was covering his nose and straightening his waist. He immediately hit him on the ground.

It turned out that Wei Donglai was a spy inside Ma Tengfei bribed Liu Chuan. He reported to him any actions. He wanted to find a good time to repair him, but he didn't expect to find his head first.

Wei Donglai, who was rolling on the ground, was howling, and Ma Tengfei was gasping loudly on the chair beside him.

"What's wrong?"

After a while, Wei Donglai, who was about to be knocked out, woke up and Ma Tengfei asked:

Seeing that he was still confused, he didn't have time to answer for a while, Ma Tengfei turned his eyes and the younger brothers standing beside him immediately stepped forward and slapped Wei Donglai and slapped him!

"Fei, Brother Fei, my phone was put away before the operation. When I arrived at the place, I realized that it was your place to scan. I really had no choice. Brother Fei, please spare me this time!"

Wei Donglai, whose nose and mouth were covered in blood, explained roughly in a vague tone, and did not forget to beg for mercy for himself!

Ma Tengfei, who had not yet disappeared, kicked Wei Donglai's lower abdomen with one leg, and hit the wall behind him and fell to the ground!

"I will remember this for you in advance, so I can make contributions and atone for my sins in the future!"

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Fei!"

Without caring about the pain on his body, Wei Donglai, who was covered in blood, quickly knelt on the ground and nodded and thanked him!

"Now there is something you want to do."

"Brother Fei, please tell me that I must do my best!"

"In a few days, lead Liu Chuan to a place on Wednesday. Don't bring too many people. Think about it yourself and choose the place yourself. The farther away from his subordinates, the better!"

"this…………!"

Seeing that Wei Donglai looked a little embarrassed and hesitant, Ma Tengfei slapped him again regardless of Wei Donglai's face and said in a cold voice:

"What? You don't want to give you a way out? Don't say how I deal with you. Even if you know what you did on Wednesday, you'll be careless to throw you into the Huangpu River to feed the fish!"

"I do it, I do it! Don't worry, Brother Fei!"

Wei Donglai, who wanted to avoid the fifteenth day of the first day of the lunar month, quickly responded:

"That's good, Liu Chuan, Wednesday, try the pot of tea I made for you!"

Ma Tengfei slowly filled a cup of tea into the teacup, his eyes were too long and he said with a smile on his lips:
Chapter completed!