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The banquet hall is full of strong men or senior leaders of major gangs in Kyoto.

When they saw Zhao Wujiang walking side by side with the leader of the Jinghai Gang, they were shocked and began to guess Zhao Wujiang's identity.

If Zhao Wujiang is not a young and energetic person who is not known as the so-called person, then he is a person who is strong enough to be comparable to the Jinghai Gang.

This strength is not just martial arts, it is very likely to be a backer.

They all greeted Zhao Wujiang, and Zhao Wujiang also reached out and did not hit the smiling people, neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed back the gift.

He sat at the same table at the head of the Jinghai Gang. There were two deputy heads of Chengsheng Pavilion and three elders of the Tianxia Association, mentioning two, two, three, and nineteen.

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One minute at noon.

The second floor banquet hall is already full of representatives from major gangs.

Kyoto covers a very large area and is not considered a Kyoto gang in the city.

Including Kyoto City and a radius of forty or fifty miles outside the city, they all belong to the category of Kyoto.

As the three major gangs in Kyoto, the Jinghai Gang, Chengsheng Pavilion, and the Tianxia Association first reiterated the rules and regulations that had not been changed to the public, and then announced some new rules and regulations, emphasizing clear division of interests, etc.

Then, everyone would exchange cups, eat delicious food, drink wine, talk and laugh with people around them, express their views on the new rules or discuss important matters.

The gang representatives who speculated about Zhao Wujiang's identity and looked like under Zhao Wujiang's mask finally saw Zhao Wujiang taking off his mask.

Beautiful and unintentional, with gentle eyebrows and smiles.

The point is, youth.

Young people stand out from the crowd.

No one expected that under the mask of the Wuya Pavilion Master, there was such a young and handsome face.

The moment Zhao Wujiang took off his mask, the old eyes of Hai Baichuan, the leader of the Jinghai Gang, were full of shock. He originally thought that as the lord of power with a strong master, he was at least a middle-aged man with rich experience and traces of time on his face.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Wujiang would be so young, so young that it was completely beyond his expectations.

He felt a little sour in his heart, thinking that his descendants were at this age and relied on his power to act as a blessing in the gang. Zhao Wujiang had become the leader of a sect, and his power should not be underestimated.

The most shocking person was the two deputy pavilions of Chengsheng Pavilion. They were eating wine and food. The moment they saw Zhao Wujiang's true face, they were almost choked.

There is no other reason. They recognize Zhao Wujiang and know Zhao Wujiang's identity in Kyoto...

The banquet sounded a long sigh, and everyone was shocked and sighed at Zhao Wujiang's youthful and promising.

But many people were jealous and sarcastic in their hearts, and they were mostly just a puppet who picked up a string or an old monster who practiced evil skills to rejuvenate...

Gradually, many gang representatives came to Zhao Wujiang's table to toast and express their kindness.

Such a young and powerful gang leader will naturally attract their attention and want to get along with each other.

Zhao Wujiang saluted him one by one, and the rice wine continued to enter his abdomen and turned into a warm current, and a slight smell of alcohol rose on his face like a knife.

After three rounds of wine, after five flavors of food, the cups and cups have not stopped.

"My fellow students, now the autumn examination has passed. In a few days, many young talents from other places will come to Kyoto to check the scope of the spring examination test or travel to Kyoto.

We are different from the world and are not limited to fighting and killing.”

Hai Baichuan toast:

"We are not vulgar. Martial arts are the priority, but we can also show our literary cultivation, show our power through martial arts, and demonstrate our virtue through literature.

Now that you are drinking and enjoying your heart, you have lost a lot of restraint and shackles. Why not write a few poems to express your feelings and spirits in your heart?”

Many gang representatives agreed.

"Okay, if you only drink and do not write poetry, wouldn't it be a lack of interest?"

"After drinking, I am very impatient after three rounds of drinking, if I don't write poems, I'll be foolish!"

"Who said we can only fight and kill? This is Kyoto, and the people under the temple are not the vast gangsters!"

"Master Hai Gang, we have listened carefully. Please write a poem first..."

"Hey, the leader of the Hai Gang, who can fight against the heroes at the table? If he wrote a poem first, what would we do if he could explain it?"

“…”

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the two deputy heads of Chengsheng Pavilion explained to him with a smile that when Hai Baichuan was young, he was a scholar and quite talented.

Now that he is the leader of the Jinghai Gang, he writes a few poems every year in the Kyoto Gang Conference, which is to express his feelings and show his talents.

No wonder someone compliments the sea and rivers before he even started writing poems. So that's what happened... Zhao Wujiang nodded.

He heard Hai Baichuan clear his throat and pressed his hands down to signal everyone. Then Lang Lang spoke out and began to write a poem.

After the poem was written by Hai Baichuan, many people present immediately began to compliment, what is the best poem, what is the talented talent of the Imperial College, and what is the rare world of civil and military...

Hai Baichuan responded with a smile, expressing humility, but Zhao Wujiang could see that he enjoyed these praises very much.

Then Hai Baichuan asked the rest of them to write poems.
Chapter completed!