The weather has turned cold and the leaves have turned yellow. When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves scatter all over the ground.
Peng Zhen is already sixty-one years old this year. According to human physiology, he is considered to be in the early stages of autumn, and only a handful of people will live. He often thinks that if he can live another ten years and reach the age of seventy-one, he will be considered a member of the Beggar Clan.
He was the birthday boy. But what's the use of living for another ten years? He still had to give Qiao Zhenyue a slap in the face and wipe his ass. Thinking about the gang leader who had not been seen for a year, he felt angry.
Suddenly, another gust of wind blew up, causing the official documents in front of him to rattle, as if urging him to hurry up and write down the red papers.
Peng Zhen glanced at the official document, with a slightly unhappy expression on his face. He slapped the paperweight on the official document, stood up and left the desk made of huanghuali.
The content of the official document is very simple. It is about the arrangement of personnel in various places in the Jiangzuo branch. With a military restriction order in Jiangzuo, more than 4,000 people in the Beggar Clan branch will have to leave Jiangzuo. What will happen to so many people?
Arrangement is a big issue, and any slight injustice will trigger civil strife among gangs.
"Damn it, there have been so many five or six elders in a dozen years, how can I deal with them? It will cost a lot of money just to raise them." Peng Zhen scratched his white beard, feeling worried.
Full. He walked to the bronze mirror and looked at his old state with a sad smile on his face.
He joined the Beggar Clan at the age of fourteen and has been working hard in the Beggar Clan for forty-seven years. Relying on his martial arts skills and golden beard, he earned the title of "Golden Lion of the Beggar Clan". But now, this golden beard
Now bleached by wind and frost, the lion has become an old cat - no longer majestic.
It's not like he hasn't thought about retirement. According to the rules of the Beggar Clan, Elder Jiubao must close his sword and retire at the age of sixty-five, and return home to take care of himself. He is already sixty-one years old, and it's time to step down to give his descendants more opportunities for experience.
But looking at it, who in the entire Beggar Clan can take on the two important responsibilities of the execution hall and the treasury?
I can’t help myself!
Peng Zhen returned to Huanghuali's desk. He looked at the official document in front of him and did not give any instructions. Instead, he took out the roster of each branch of the Beggar Clan from the drawer and read it carefully. According to the rules of the Beggar Clan, the general helmsman of Jiutangtang
The leader should be the elder of Nine Bags, and the leader of each sub-rudder is the Elder of Eight Bags, and below him is the Guardian of Eight Bags, and the one to seven bags below him are symbols of gang seniority, and hold some middle and lower-level positions in each branch.
The chief helmsmen of the nine halls are: Shen Tong, the leader of the Chuanwu Hall, Wu Sansheng, the leader of the Dark Hall, Peng Zhen, the leader of the Punishment Hall and the Treasury Hall (who also serves as deputy gang leader), Ma Rulong, the leader of the Yitang Hall, Long Yingyun, the leader of the Fa Hall, and Long Yingyun, the master of the War Hall.
Hu Beifeng, Dharma Protector Hall advocated the toast, and Gongtang Hall Master Lu Yucai.
The six helmsmen are: Lu Sanpao, the helmsman of the Daren branch (Northern Qi branch), Wu Jinzhong, the helmsman of the Dazhi branch (Dadan branch), Shen Kuo, the helmsman of the Dayi branch (Bohai branch), and Daxin branch
The helmsman (the late Han branch helm) was Peng Youyi, the Dali branch (the Jiangzuo branch) was Peng Youwu, and the Dayong branch (the Baiyun branch) was Hu Dapao.
Peng Zhen looked at the roster and couldn't help scratching his head with worry. The captains of the Hou Han branch and the Jiangzuo branch are his nephews. Although they are considered talented, if they are directly allowed to take their place, they will be indispensable in the gang.
People want to say that he is nepotistic, so these two people were kicked out of his candidate list early.
He turned his attention to Lu Sanpao and Shen Kuo. Both of them were in their early forties, in the prime of life. Moreover, Lu Sanpao was upright and Shen Kuo was cautious. They seemed to be responsible for the punishment hall and the treasury.
The best candidates for the two gangs, but once they are allowed to serve as the leaders of the two gangs, who will take over the position of the deputy gang leader? Only when the deputy gang leader serves as the leader of the two gangs at the same time will he have enough power and ability to assist the gang leader. These two people
There is still a few points left. How about choosing from the current hall masters?
Shen Tong is a simple and honest person, and he can teach martial arts well, but to become the deputy gang leader, it is not suitable to take over either the execution hall or the treasury. Ci can't control the army or the money. What about Wu Sansheng? It's not feasible either, this man acts coldly. , dealing with internal affairs within the gang will inevitably arouse suspicion, and as the deputy gang leader has to handle diplomacy with various factions on behalf of the gang leader, Wu Sansheng is too petty and inappropriate.
Peng Zhen looked at Ma Rulong, Long Yingyun, Hu Beifeng, Zhang Jingjiu, and Lu Yucai again, and felt that they were all inappropriate. He couldn't help but sigh again: "That's it, there are still four years to go, let's see again I guess." Thinking like this, he wrote something in red on the official document: The leader of Jiangzuo branch and more than eight bags of disciples stayed at Jiangzuo station and Santangkou, and the rest were dispersed to other branches according to their household registrations. Five hundred people were allocated to the sub-rudder, and the remaining more than a thousand people were sent to the three states of the general helm.
Then, Peng Zhen processed some official documents, most of which were notices from various branches. There were no important matters. After a few glances, the Zhu batch was issued.
By the time he finished processing all the official documents, it was already dark. His only son Peng Youren walked quickly to his side and whispered: "Father, it's time to rest. The meal has been prepared in the lobby."
Peng Zhen looked at his son, smiled happily, got up and walked towards the lobby. He was satisfied with his son. At the age of less than forty, he had already mastered the Peng family's five tiger door-breaking knives. The internal strength of the Golden Lion was also inherited from his true heritage, and his martial arts skills were by no means inferior to him, which shows that he is talented and intelligent. However, for such a good son, he did not include him in the Beggar Clan, but kept him as a marginalized person. around.
At the dinner table, Peng Zhen looked at Peng Youren and asked, "Youren, I will always keep you by my side. Seeing that your two brothers have become the helmsmen of their respective helms, do you have any resentment?"
Peng Youren leaned over and said, "My child understands why my father is such a free father."
"I'm not asking if you understand, but if you have any resentment."
"The child has no resentment. The child knows that his father does not want to be criticized by others."
Peng Zhen nodded and said: "Yes, if I help you to the position of sub-ruler of the Beggar Clan, everyone in the gang will inevitably say that I, Peng Zhen, want to establish a hereditary system and turn the Beggar Clan into the Peng family. The Beggar Gang can prosper for a long time, but unlike other sects that are hereditary, the position of gang leader can only be promoted to the best and cannot be hereditary."
Peng Youren arched his body and said calmly: "My child knows."
"I should close my sword and retire in four years. Today is different from the past, and I should also talk to you about the future." Peng Zhen put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, "You can help me deal with various things in the gang. It will take a few years. I can see that you have a plan. Are you willing to be an aide to the gang leader? Of course, it’s okay if you don’t want to. If the Peng family wants to be prosperous in the world, it’s not enough to just rely on the Beggar Gang. You I am almost forty years old, and I have accumulated a lot of experience in a sect, which is enough to start a sect and establish my own school. Do you have any ideas?"
Peng Youren lowered his head and said, "My child obeys his father's instructions."
Upon hearing this, Peng Zhen's face turned a little angry and he said, "I want to listen to your ideas, not my arrangements."
"The child doesn't know at the moment. Please father give the child some time to think about it."
Peng Zhen waved his hand: "That's fine, it's up to you."
Guan Changyun quickly walked into the lobby and whispered in Peng Zhen's ear: "Deputy gang leader, the gang leader is back and wants to discuss matters with you in the main hall."
Peng Zhen was startled: "The gang leader is back?" He said so, got up and walked towards the door without leaving a word to Peng Youren. Peng Youren seemed to be used to it, he just put the food, bowls and chopsticks on the table.
After finishing packing, he quietly went back to his room and practiced the "Golden Lion Kung Fu" taught by Peng Zhen.
The distance from Peng's house to the main hall of the Beggar Clan is only seven or eight miles. There is no need to ride a horse or sit in a sedan chair. He has always had some resistance to things like sedan chairs. A smelly beggar has to be carried by others. If word spreads, people will laugh. He
One person took long strides and rushed towards the main hall of the Beggar Clan.
The night was already dark, and there were no lights on the road and he held no lantern in his hand. Peng Zhen's old eyes were inevitably dim, but he had been walking this road for at least thirty years. He knew how to walk even with his eyes closed, so he walked along the road.
His steps were windy and he didn't stop at all. As he walked, he thought to himself, this stupid Qiao Zhenyue has been running away for almost a year, and now he wants to come back. When he meets him, he must give him a scolding.
!
As he was walking like this, suddenly, a candle light appeared in front of him. When he looked closer, he saw about four or five people standing in the middle of the road holding lanterns.
Peng Zhen was also puzzled. There were quite a few people traveling to and from the three states of the Beggar Clan in recent days, and it was not unusual for a few people to go on their way at night. With this thought in mind, he would pass by those few people.
But never would he have thought that just when he was wrong, a glimmer of a sword had already pounced towards his heart.
After all, Peng Zhen has been in the world for a long time. The moment he heard the sound of drawing the sword, his palms were shot out instantly. The strong internal force penetrated his arms. He only heard two muffled "bang bang" sounds, and the ribs of the two people were shattered.
He had already fallen three or four feet away. Then he stepped back a little, and said sternly: "How dare you commit trouble in the territory of the Beggar Clan, Xiao Xiao!"
Those people didn't answer, they just blew out the lanterns, threw them on the ground, and then pulled out the swords from their waists.
"If you don't speak, then don't blame Old Man Peng for being ruthless!" Peng Zhen said this, stirring up the energy in his body like the wind, blowing his robes loudly, stepping on his feet, and running towards the place.
Several people left. The strength of his palms was huge, and his body swept away like a white tiger leaping into a stream. When he landed, the stone slabs under his feet were blown to pieces.
The rubble was scattered in all directions, and those people could only scatter backwards, attacking Peng Town from the left or right with the steel knives in their hands.
Peng Zhen's eyesight is limited, and he can only rely on his ears to identify and respond to sounds. His steps are staggered, sometimes like a white crane standing alone, sometimes like a flying ape swinging on a tree. His body is so agile and so fast that people can't even imagine it.
This is the appearance of an old man who is over 60 years old. Hearing only two "swish" sounds, Peng Zhen flew up and struck with his foot, and used the force in his hand to use the move "One Howl of Wind", which went straight into the throat of another person.
These two moves, the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, are exactly Peng Zhen's favorite moves. They are so fast that ordinary people can't tell when he takes action.
In the darkness, there was a man holding a steel knife in his hand. His cold eyes were sharp and he could see the flaw in it. The blade of the knife was thrust straight into Peng Zhen's lower abdomen.
Peng Zhen was shocked when he saw the light of the sword thrust towards his abdomen. The sword was about to hit the flaw in his move. He was not in a hurry to dodge. He fell back, trying to use the Iron Banqiao move to dodge the sword.
, but the blade suddenly fell, and even though Peng Zhen was fast, he still opened a bloody hole in his lower abdomen.
"Five Tigers Cutting Sword!" Peng Zhen saw the move of this sword and asked, "Who are you?"
The man smiled coldly and said: "The person who wants your life!" Before he finished speaking, the steel knife in the man's hand suddenly burst out with a flash of sword light. It was the "Five Tigers Cutting Door Knife" that "subdues the tiger and defeats the lion". This
One move is a combination of two moves. It starts with the wrist flower, followed by the three moves of teasing, chopping, and collapsing. It ends with the head wrap, and ends with the three moves of hanging, racking, and sweeping. The changes are quick and fierce. They are the five tigers.
The essence of the door-breaking knife.
Peng Zhen looked solemn. This "subverting the tiger and defeating the lion" is the essence of the five tiger door-breaking swords. It would take at least three years of skill to display this move: "Who are you? How did you get into the Peng family?"
The five tiger door-breaking swords are descendants of the Peng family in Jiangnan?"
"My surname is not Peng. Who said that only people with the surname Peng can use the Five Tigers to Cut Doors?" The man said coldly. The sword in his hand flashed everywhere, dominating the mountains, crossing the river with his son, and using three moves in succession to split the rain in all directions.
The momentum is continuous and it obviously captures the essence of the Five Tigers Cutting the Door Knife.
While Peng Zhen was dodging, he rolled up and grabbed the steel knife on the ground, and swung the knife to block it. A "clang" sound was heard in all directions, and the two sword lights instantly rolled into a ball. Both of them used the Five Tiger Door-breaking Knife.
There was no distinction between superior and inferior in the glint of the sword, and after fifty or sixty moves, there was still no difference between victory and defeat.
Peng Zhen stared at the man and counted silently. There were sixty-four moves in total with the Five Tiger Gate-breaking Swords. Sixty-two of them could be passed on to ordinary disciples. There were two other moves. One move was passed down to the direct disciples, and the other was passed down to the master.
Candidate. Peng Zhen, as the direct son of the Peng family, has learned a total of sixty-three moves, and is short of the one move that makes him a candidate for the head position. Therefore, as long as he counts the moves used by this person, he will naturally know who this person is.
origin.
"Sixty-One Styles - Five Tigers Rising to the Sun."
"Sixty-two postures - dividing flowers and brushing willows."
"Sixty-three moves - the tiger turns back. He is the legitimate son of the Peng family. Is it really the Peng family in Jiangnan?"
"Sixty-four moves - dominate the world!"
Peng Zhen's eyes trembled as he stared at the steel knife in the man's hand and shouted: "You actually know how to dominate the world. Who are you? You said you are not from the Peng family. How can you use these sixty-four moves? Who are you?"
Who sent you here? A candidate for the head of the Peng family dare not show his true face?"
The man didn't rest his hands, and said in a low voice: "It's just a set of sixty-four sword techniques, nothing ordinary."
Peng Zhen barely blocked the man's steel knife, but he was old and weak after all, and after a few blows, he already had two or three bloody wounds on his body. He thought to himself that what this man said must be concealing something, and I'm afraid it would be detrimental to our Peng family.
With this thought in mind, he flew out a handful of locust stones in his hand to block the man's attack. He quickly rushed back to the mansion, intending to deal with the intruder with his only son.
When the man saw Peng Zhen escaping back to his mansion, he was not in a hurry. He put away his long knife and slowly followed Peng Zhen's footsteps towards Peng's mansion.
Although Peng Zhen was injured, his internal strength was not weak, and his Qinggong was also good. After a few ups and downs, he rushed back to his mansion and ran towards Peng Youren's bedroom. He opened the door and shouted: "Youren, draw your sword!"
