At the foot of the emperor of Yizhang, the Boyu Gang, who is the first in the capital city, actually, there are not many people who know the words and words. It is obvious that the monk's head is a scattered scar. If a wealthy family is from a family, how could he enter such a gang that is mixed with the world to make a living? It has always been rare that the so-called noble young men have put aside the sachets of beautiful servants and abandoned the luxurious mansions made of gold and silver. They would go to the market gang with a broken sword to ask for two full meals, unless they were bumped into the back of their heads during the cold weather, and poured into many snowflakes, and when the spring warms, they would all turn into mud and water, and block their heads, otherwise no one would want to easily enter such a business of dying and making a living by their waist and heads.

The school library is not a precious place for ordinary people to enter. Even if it is a Yizhang, it is inevitable that such a scene will be avoided. After all, there are not many teachers. If you don’t compete for fame and status, you won’t seek a lot of gold and silver. You can set up a school library for poverty and pay for money. In most people’s eyes, it is just a waste of time and the most unpleasant thing.

In this way, those who recognize hundreds of ordinary words will naturally become guests of honor in gangs. On the one hand, they can know how to write, and on the other hand, their family is innocent and not rebellious. If they are good at writing and calculating, they will have to gain many benefits. Only by joining the gang, they can get rid of ordinary gang members, take advantage of the branches and get a good job that is not dangerous and not hard. It is not that the gang cannot pick out a few people who have in their hearts, but they can make some profits when they settle accounts, take over the store, or transport goods in the season. All kinds of trivialities are handed over to a few people.

It can be barely supported in three or five days, but in a few months of adulthood, many gang members who work on papers and record accounts are already unable to hold on. Among them, several young people who are not yet thirty years old have already been in their teenage years, with their eyes blue and purple, and they are sleepy all day long.

Around the Imperial City, the Boyu Gang is ranked first. I don’t know the numbers of shops and tramples and gambling shops. Don’t say that there are even business such as water and land transportation. There are more than a thousand transactions every day, and they are all over the heads of these positions. Fortunately, they never suddenly suddenly became abrupt at midnight, and they were already considered to be strong and were like water and fire all day long.

However, in recent years, the situation seems to have improved a little. Even those bookkeepers who used to look weak and weak in their waists and legs have been more than one point higher recently, and their appearance is similar to their age.

A rather remote alley west of the capital is called Qingniu Lane. A shop was opened more than a year ago. The owner was a gentle young man. Although his childishness had almost completely faded, he had never seen it. It was said that the owner of the shop was a young man, which was inappropriate.

The plaque on the shop was written by this young man. The three-character iron-painted silver hook in Huchao Pavilion, and the end of the pen tip ends is very narrow and long. It seems that there is a sword energy hidden. At the end of the plaque, there is a fish seal carved with three or two water patterns. It is like the finishing touch, just slightly covering the lonely and pure figures in Huchao Pavilion, adding two or three points of freshness.

However, the most confusing thing about many famous nobles in the capital is that the Huchao Pavilion only has its name, and it is clearly a restaurant shop. At most, it is just six or seven paintings on the surface, but there are only sequin swords in the store, with nearly a hundred swords lying across the house.

The boy often opened the door and sat upright in the middle. The cool breeze in the early spring blew the sword lightly, and the trembling sound was faint, but it fell in the boy's ears, like a drum shaking.

Even so, many people still come here. It is obvious that how could a young man, who is only fifteen or sixteen, have such ability to open a shop selling swords and swords in the capital. At the end of the plaque, there are still Boyu Gang seal seals, but in the end, no one can see any clues. Looking at the young man with beautiful and calm eyes, he mostly kept silent all day long, and never sold an extremely expensive sword, and shook his head and left.

In such a huge imperial city, rare things come one after another, day and night. Either I heard that a senior official opened a new teahouse in the imperial city, or there was a red courtesan with a peerless appearance in the tram, with a jade waist of only half a foot. In less than half a month, the threshold of the Huchao Pavilion, which had already stepped on the wooden lacquer, was deserted.

Tonight, the spring tide was raining, and there was no business coming to the door. The young man had just returned to the shop and blew out the candlelight. He closed the shop door again, carefully inserted the door bolt, and picked up the sword that was swallowing from the counter. Just as he was about to leave from the back door, a guest knocked on the door.

"Customer, please come back. The shop will not welcome customers today. If you want to buy swords, come again tomorrow."

"How could Brother Yun do business like this? The visitor came to the door and rushed out the door." The man outside the door was stunned for a moment, and then smiled heartily, "I don't know if I can enter the door for this reason?"

The young man then crossed the shop and stepped forward to open the shop door. He saw the man in front of him teasing his face and smiled lightly, "It's really not like Brother Tie." He immediately became unrestrained, and he hooked his arms around the black-faced man's shoulders, and forced the latter to half-pull and half-hold him into the house.

Since entering the door, Tiezhongtang frowned frequently and wrapped her clothes tightly. It was not until the boy lit the light that he hesitated to ask, "You are a noble man, you have only been in the gang for a year, but you have been promoted to the rudder leader. According to this attitude, you may be able to take over the leader of the Boyu Gang in a few years. Why don't you even want to rise in the early spring? Is it because you can't bear to leave money?"

"After all, a sword was not sold, so I was not at ease. There was no northwest wind when Yizhang came. At that time, I couldn't afford to eat and drink. I had to give up my face and go to Brother Tie for free."

The young man smiled slightly and joked, but he didn't expect that the man took it seriously and frowned and taught a lesson, "The whole gang knows that there is such a stingy rudder leader like you, let alone that I'm a brother from Tiezhongtang. I've heard a lot of gossips. If I save this, I'm afraid the whole capital will know that the master of Huchao Pavilion is an iron cast rooster, and it's not a big deal."

The man is straightforward and has a very good attitude. Although he can sit in the helm's seat and is often very sensible, he is the time when he makes friends with him. He never hides a word, and he stares at him with big eyes on his copper bells, which makes the boy sitting opposite almost unable to hold back his smile.

"Don't worry, early spring is the most stimulating thing, and you won't suffer any loss when you get cold." The young man held the sword and didn't care.

The soft and hard are not eaten without oil and salt. This little apprentice from Da Nangong Mountain seems to have a sudden change in temperament after stepping on the Boyu Gang. His original heart, which was as old as a twilight person, has now returned to the young man's spirit and spoke casually, without any worries.

"After that being said, how much has Brother Yun's meridians been repaired?" After a moment of hesitation, Tiezhongtang finally asked truthfully. The spring rain outside the window lattice was shattered and suddenly became much colder.

The boy's eyelids drooped slightly and sighed softly, "It's only 30% of it, and there's not much time."

For a whole year, the teenagers rarely return to the mountain. Except for dealing with all the things in the help, most of the rest of their efforts are spent on reshaping the meridians, but they still have half the result with twice the effort and have not been repaired properly.

The sword energy last year was so powerful that it almost destroyed the meridians of the body. It took several months to surround it. Qiuhu and Xudan woke up again, but it was still very slow to repair it.

It only takes a moment to wear clothes, but it takes many days to weave clothes, and Yun Zhong is also helpless about this.

The black-faced man was not disappointed when he heard this. Instead, he patted the boy's shoulder and smiled honestly, "Even if he has no hope of practicing again, the Boyu Gang has a place where Brother Yun has a foothold. With such a quick sword technique, let alone being in the Boyu Gang, you can build countless achievements when you are in the battlefield. With our Tiezhongtang, you don't have to worry about drinking the northwest wind in the future."

Before the burial season last year, a group of gangs from other places came to the capital, and there were a thousand gangs, probably in other places, and they could not help but turn their attention to Yizhang Capital. After all, it is a land where every inch of land is valuable, and there are many envious people. However, after most of them weighed it, they dispersed their fighting spirit. Only the leader of this gang has excellent methods and character. It is a critical moment for most of the Boyu Gang to go out. It set up an ambush outside Huixi, the capital city, and almost killed dozens of people and controlled the lifeline of the Boyu Gang.

At that time, Yun Zhong, who had just arrived at the gang, used his sword to kill the enemy and saved Tie Zhongtang's life. Although the latter was strong and strong, his internal martial arts were strong and he could fight against dozens of people to join forces to siege and block. However, the tree attracted a lot of wind and was subjected to three or five waves of calculating and secret arrows, but he was a little unable to follow his strength. It was Yun Zhong who killed the enemy and rescued the enemy and rescued it on the horse's back and forth, and he was able to save his life.

But as for this group of gangs who have no idea of ​​the foundation, why did they dare to use a rash battle at the emperor's feet? The gang leader and the old man Lu are all secretive and have never talked to others.

Since that day, the black-faced man has often visited the house. He knows that the young man is addicted to alcohol and often asks people to bring precious wine from all over the place to come to Huchao Pavilion with thick faces. He finally got very familiar with Yun Zhong.

The boy laughed dryly twice in a low voice, "If I really can't repair the meridians properly, I don't have to say anything, and many people in the gang talks are enough to keep me worried. How many benefits can a disciple of Nangongshan who cannot practice bring to the gang? Not to mention that the scenes last year may not be encountered once in ten years. The Boyu Gang is a big gang, not to mention that it is already a big gang when I make a living by skills and swords. I don't rely on my skills to judge the level. I believe that I have not learned a lot from the world and cannot come up with good strategies. How can I rest assured?"

After a few words, Tie Zhongtang frowned.

Although there was a meeting in Qinshui Town, the old man who guarded the ancestral hall clearly stated that Liu Qingyun and Zhong could relieve Boyu Gang's worries, but the leader of the gang never believed that the art of relieving worries was in the hearts of this young man of fifteen or sixteen years.

"It's this reason why outsiders live in high positions but cannot convince the public. How can they not be jealous? But it's the same as if they don't listen. If they don't listen, all kinds of trivial words will be remembered in their hearts. Isn't I exhausted?"

The boy was originally pretty, but his smile was unscrupulous and leisurely.
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