It's late at night.

The cockfighting house has been closed, and most of the gangs have been sent home, leaving only the boss to count the accounts.

Bang bang bang, the door panel was knocked to a tinkling sound.

"who!"

The boss looked at him, followed by Dahu, Erniu, and the two best men who could fight, quickly walked behind the door panel.

If you do their job, you will make more money and more enemies.

Every night, there are gambling men who lose so much that they get drunk and rush to the door of the cockfighting house to be crazy.

At this time, Dahu and Erniu were both good at drinking and meat, and they were good at fisting and fisting.

When I opened the door panel, I found that someone was coming to make trouble. I was hitting my head and punching you, crying and begging for mercy.

"Um!"

Two burly men smiled grimly, holding up their fists as big as sandbags, and were about to take action, but suddenly stopped.

At the door, there was not a drunkard making trouble, but a famous teacher Song Xiucai in the city, with a gentle middle-aged scholar.

When the big tiger and two ox saw the middle-aged scholar, they immediately started to rule.

The scholar in front of me is different from a shabby scholar like Song Xiucai. He has a restrained and gentle temperament and looks like a big shot.

"Scholar Song, you don't come to play normally, what are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Dahu put away his fists, and the scholars couldn't afford to offend him, and his tone became polite.

"Big Hu, where is your boss?"

Song Xiucai was too lazy to argue with the minions, so he walked around him and looked into the cockfighting hall.

The boss had already received the news and rushed out. When he saw Song Xiucai and his companions, he was slightly stunned and looked polite.

Compared with the gangsters under his command, the boss of the cockfighting house has a broad vision and can only develop this nobleness by seeing a middle-aged scholar at a glance.

"Scholar Song and this gentleman, what can I do to serve?"

The middle-aged scribe asked politely, "I heard that there is a general Hongyun who is victorious in all kinds of battles in your museum?"

The boss was stunned, "Yes, yes!"

"Can you give up?"

The middle-aged scholar took out a jade pendant, "I went out in a hurry and didn't bring any money. The price of this jade pendant was at least 100 taels of silver."

When the owner of the cockfighting restaurant saw the jade pendant, his eyes were straight. Whether it was jade or carving, they were all excellent goods, which were much more than one hundred taels of silver.

"No, no, I dare not accept it!"

He is self-aware that whoever wears whatever things he wants, at most he wears a gold chain, or something. Only noble people are qualified to wear jade.

Besides, just a jade pendant can it be used to make ordinary people?

The middle-aged scribe said politely, "Don't refuse, I heard that the cockfighting cock is the treasure of the museum in your hand. It is of great value. Can you buy this jade pendant?"

"More than enough!"

The boss smiled bitterly, "You are really the wrong time!"

The middle-aged scribe frowned slightly, "Has it been sold?"

I thought it wasn't possible, is there anyone who has their own vision?

"Not that, that General Hongyun has been in danger for the rest of his life and has been seriously injured. He has sent it to his relief in the daytime!"

The owner of the cockfighting restaurant apologized, "It's a coincidence. If you came early for a while, we'll give it to you for free."

The middle-aged scholar was stunned, then raised his head and sighed, "It's only a few hours away, my life is gone!"

The owner of the cockfighting house and two subordinates were confused and stood beside him.

"Jie Song, let's go!"

After saying that, the middle-aged scholar took Song Xiucai and left the cockfighting hall.

After a while, Dahu and Erniu spoke out.

"Boss, why were you so polite just now?"

In their minds, Song Xiucai was a poor teacher, and the guests he brought must be of the same kind.

But the boss's tone and expression just now was much more respectful than when he offered a confession to the head-in-chief of the county government.

"What do you know? The scholars regard themselves as 'Catholics', and they cannot be offended!"

The owner of the cockfighting house looked through the gaps in the door panel and fell into memories.

At that time, he was still a small gang member who was mingling with a certain gang in Yuedu City.

I have heard that there are three people in the world who are the most difficult to mess with.

Buddhist teachings, Taoism and famous teachings, commonly known as monks, Taoists and scholars, often have extraordinary abilities to protect themselves.

Back then, a gang leader provoked a seemingly poor scholar, but he was wiped out overnight.

At that time, he was just a small gang member, and he collected debts in the countryside, and almost ran away.

In my memory, the temperament of that scholar was somewhat similar to that of the middle-aged scholar in front of me.

Thinking of this, the owner of the cockfighting house couldn't help but fight a cold war.

"Close the door, it won't open tomorrow!"

...

Under the night, Song Xiucai was carrying lanterns and guided the middle-aged scholar in front of him.

"Jie Song, you are a scholar who has just seen the path. You have been lighted up for me and have been tempted!"

The middle-aged scribe said gently,

Song Xiucai smiled and said, "How about unyielding talent? I will follow my fellow believers in the future?"

"Ha ha!"

As they came and went, the two of them had already fought on the field and felt very unhappy.

After a while, Song Xiucai asked.

"I heard that you are a Confucian scholar who has entered the house. Why don't you travel thousands of miles to buy a cockfighting in this small town?"

The middle-aged scholar sighed, "What a pity, it's a waste of resources!"

"You don't know, a few months ago, I heard people in the city mention this cockfighting."

"The crown is like a red glow, and the red one is like a fire!"

"The mouth is sharp and the claws are sharp, and it can crack the steel!"

"The sound of thunder shook the roof tiles!"

"At dawn, it's a call!"

"I think I am a hero after a lifetime of battles!"

When the middle-aged scribe said this, he slowly said, "This is a different kind of 'golden rooster'!"

Song Xiucai stopped and the lantern hung in the air, "Is it the golden rooster mentioned in the "Auspicious Book" in the "Bird and Bird Department"?"

"Auspicious Auspicious Classic" is divided into "Auspicious Beasts", "Birds", "Grass and Trees", "Gold and Stones", and "Man Auspicious", etc., which are all auspicious objects that have appeared in the world.

A golden rooster seems ordinary, but it is actually the rarest.

Countless farmhouses in the world have domestic chickens, but it is extremely difficult to give birth to a different golden chicken.

"You also know that there are many strange things about the golden rooster!"

"First of all, the golden rooster distinguishes the time of heaven and communicates with yin and yang. When a rooster crows at dawn, drives away the yin and yang. The demons and evil spirits are scattered when they hear it!"

"Secondly, the golden rooster is good at striking and avoiding all poisons. He is fierce and strong in nature. He is born with poisonous insects and insects as food, and can produce tigers and wolves!"

"In the end, the golden rooster stands in a heroic posture, and stands up to the sun, and a sound of righteousness penetrates the upper and lower parts."

The middle-aged scribe said here, "What a pity, the Red Cloud General has won hundreds of consecutive victories and has become a hero."

The ferocious animals are "heroes". Just like the "heroes" among humans, they are all warriors selected from one in a hundred.

"I got the news and drove my horse quickly, and I was still one step slower when I went day and night."

The middle-aged scholar suddenly asked Song Xiucai, "Do you carry wine?"

"Yes!" Song Xiucai took out the wine gourd, "Warm wine, smell the churchmates take a sip to drive away the cold!"

The middle-aged scholar carried the wine gourd and walked to the open space in front of the cockfighting hall, splashed the wine, and a large fog rose in the cold night.

"What a pity, the golden rooster has been wandering in the market, fighting with the rooster, and dying with all his strength."

"The sweat and blood salt truck, the pearls are thrown into the dark, and the most regrets in the world are nothing more than this!"

The candles in the lanterns burn slowly, and as the night wind blows, the shadows shine constantly flicker.
Chapter completed!