Chapter 350 The conclusion of the beggar coffin (1)
"Brother, I haven't seen you for almost twenty years, and I can't even say a kind word to you when we meet."
This time Mr. Zhou’s real name is Zhou Baitong, and the eldest brother he refers to is naturally Zhou Wantong, the former leader of the Beggar Clan.
Zhou Wantong poured himself a glass of wine and left it there without drinking it: "Yeah, I haven't seen you for almost twenty years. If I hadn't heard that something happened to the Beggar Clan, I wouldn't have come back to see you, a bad old man like you.
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Zhou Baitong crossed his legs and clasped the rope between his big toe with his right index finger: "I'm not telling you, you are not the leader of the Beggar Clan anymore. Why do you worry about the things in the Beggar Clan? Life and death are determined by fate and wealth. We are in heaven."
When brothers are fighting for a living, isn't it normal for two people to die?"
Zhou Wantong glared at his confused brother and said, "Peng Zhen is the one who died. Don't you miss your old friendship in your heart?"
Zhou Baitong filled his nostrils with the fingers that were clasped on his feet again, and said lazily: "Brother, you know, I believe in fate. I have told him a fortune before. He will not survive the sealing knife. At that time, you still have
scold me."
"You dog can't spit out ivory from your mouth. How long will it take for your brother to die?"
Zhou Baitong flicked the boogers between his fingernails, took the glass of wine in front of Zhou Wantong, raised his head and drank it down: "Brother, I see a purple cloud coming from the top of your head, at least you still have forty years to live.
"As he said that, he stretched out his hand and took out two cards from Pai Gow, which were red six dots and red three dots - ring.
"Hey, it's been more than ten years, and I finally figured it out by myself. Brother, if you have a lifespan like this, you can still live to eighty!" Zhou Baitong said.
"I'm so thankful that I can live a hundred and sixty years!" Zhou Wantong rolled his eyes at his obscure brother, "Let me tell you something serious. You have a good eye. Have you found any suspicious people in the past few days? Peng Zhen and Wu Sansheng are dead.
It’s strange.”
Zhou Baitong shook his head: "I don't know, I have long been deaf to what's going on outside the window. If you hadn't come back, I wouldn't have been in this concubine."
"I'm asking for trouble. I'm leaving. I still have to investigate this matter myself."
After that, Zhou Wantong stood up to leave, but Zhou Baitong didn't stop him and leisurely clasped the gap between his toes.
The door opens, and a ray of spring breeze flows in.
"Wantong, you are in such a hurry to leave, why don't you stay to see me for a year." The one who spoke was the old madam with flushed cheeks. She stood in front of the door, her cheeks blushing unabated, her hair tied up high in a bun.
There is a peach blossom inserted, which is delicate and delicate.
When Zhou Wantong saw it was her, his eyes widened, his beard stood straight up in shock, and he stammered: "Ah...Xiao Taohong, you...it's been a long time, you and Baitong talk first, I'll take the first step."
As he said this, he leaned forward. There was no way to go, so he had no choice but to turn over the round table and escape through the window.
Xiao Taohong stretched out her hand to grab it, but Zhou Wantong had accumulated decades of youthful skills and his figure was already as fast as the wind. How could she, a woman, catch him? With trembling eyebrows, she could only sigh helplessly: "He still doesn't want to see him.
I."
Zhou Baitong looked at Xiao Taohong and said, "Don't be sad, it's not sweet if you twist it. You've been twisting it for more than thirty years. If you can finally make it happen, forget it!"
Xiao Taohong's already fat waist turned, and a petal of the apricot blossom fell: "I don't care, my little Taohong has been away from guests for thirty-seven years, just because of that ugly thing. If he doesn't come back, I will keep waiting for him!"
Zhou Baitong nodded, looked at the red six dots and red three dots in his hand, rubbed his palms, and slapped the cards on the table: "Forget it, just for you, I will do him a favor, and the price is
What do you think about letting him stay with you?"
Xiao Taohong's hair trembled, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. Youyou turned her head and looked at Zhou Baitong: "Really?"
Although my Baitong is not as good as his Wantong, my words still count. When will you see me, Zhou Baitong, breaking my promise?
Zhou Baitong said this, grabbed his straw sandals and climbed out of the window, running towards the city gate tower. He knew that Zhou Wantong must be there. This was a tacit understanding between their brothers, a tacit understanding that goes without saying.
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Wangjiang Tower.
Almost every town along the river has a place called "Wangjiang Tower". This place is either a restaurant or a teahouse, either at the head of the river or at the end of the river. In short, there is always a place where you can overlook the entire river. Here.
At that time, Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue were here at Wangjiang Tower. However, they were not in Wangjiang Tower, but on the top of Wangjiang Tower.
Qiao Zhenyue stood on the roof of the building with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering under the strong river breeze: "Brother Yan, do you think this matter has anything to do with Shaolin?"
Yan Zhuo leaned on the ridge of the roof and tilted his head to look at the vast mist downstairs: "I'm not sure, but the person who took action must be a Shaolin monk."
Qiao Zhenyue sighed: "All I can think of is enlightenment."
"Who is this enlightenment? There is such a master among the disciples of Shaolin Juezi generation." Yan Zhuo asked.
Qiao Zhenyue replied: "This awakening is a close disciple of Master Lingjie. I once met him once in Shaolin Temple. That man looked fair and fair, just like a person who came out of the Buddhist scriptures. Lingjie
The master thinks highly of him, but he disappeared on the night when the Song Dao Alliance started a rebellion, which is also a problem for Master Jie."
Yan Zhuo nodded: "Only Sue Wu disappeared that night?"
"It seems like he is the only one, I can't remember clearly." Qiao Zhenyue said, "Oh, I also lost a few martial arts secret books in the Scripture Pavilion."
"What martial arts secrets? Is there a Five-Tiger-Severing Sword?"
Qiao Zhenyue shook his head: "I don't know about that."
"Did Master Ku Rong Gong Jie pass it on to enlightenment?" Yan Zhuo asked again.
Qiao Zhenyue shook his head again: "I don't know."
"If that person really used the Kung Rong Kung Fu, then he should be enlightened. It's just that he was so good at explaining why the abbot's closed disciples escaped from the Shaolin Temple and killed people. Isn't this a violation of the precepts?" Yan Zhuo asked, "He also told me
He wants to build a new world. If it is true what he said, his ambition is not small."
"New World?" Qiao Zhenyue frowned, "What do you mean by this? What did Brother Yan say to you?"
Yan Zhuo repeated what the man said: "That's what he told me. He wanted to create a new world without dynasty and rivers and lakes oppression."
Qiao Zhenyue's expression tightened, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart. He said, "If you really follow what he said, then his target is not just the Beggar Gang. Does he want to subvert the entire Kyushu? It's just that this world has lost the dynasty and the
Will there be no oppression in the world? If he can really create such a new world, I, the leader of the Beggar Gang, will pass it on to him."
Yan Zhuo smiled, nodded, and said nothing. He looked at the white gulls on the river, and couldn't help but think of Luo Tao's White Gull Alliance. I don't know how Bai Yan and Bai Buchou are doing now.
I feel uncomfortable now.
"Brother, if it were you, what would you most want to do if you retired from the world?"
Qiao Zhenyue frowned, wondering for a moment what Yan Zhuo meant by asking, but he still answered: "I want to open a tavern on Yunmeng Lake, make wine and sell it, and fish in my spare time.
Carp, grass carp, silver carp, river crab, mussel, shrimp, tortoise stewed in a big pot, I'm sure this will be the best tavern in Yunmengze with my skills."
In Yan Zhuo's mind, he imagined a rough man with a beard, throwing fish, shrimps, crabs, tortoises, and all kinds of river fresh food into a big pot to simmer. He couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Brother, tell me when you retire.
Go and taste the wine you brewed."
"Why do you just drink and I don't try my craft?"
Yan Zhuo shook his head and said, "I'll leave it to my brother to take care of the things. I'll bring them myself."
After the two of them said this, they both looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Brother, what do you want to do after you retire?" Qiao Zhenyue looked at Yan Zhuo and asked.
Yan Zhuo was stunned. When he asked Qiao Zhenyue this question, what was he thinking about? Was he envious of Bai Yan and Bai Buchou, or was he looking forward to the white gulls flying in the wind? He had forgotten a little, or maybe he simply didn't understand.
I have never thought about the day of retirement: "I actually haven't thought too much about it. I might become an emperor, but the emperor is too busy to take care of everything, or I might become a rich man, but rich men are easily missed by thieves. Think about being an emperor."
Hunters and farmers have to depend on God for food, so I don’t know what I’m going to do after I retire.”
Listening to what Yan Zhuo said, Qiao Zhenyue laughed heartily: "Brother Yan, I never thought that a person as talented as you would be so unhappy."
Yan Zhuo smiled when he heard this. Qiao Zhenyue was right. He was just unhappy. His temper lacked some courage to give it a try and reckless recklessness. He was too smart, and he had enough wisdom and strategy.
To achieve better results for himself, he cares about the gains and losses of his actions.
He wanted to take revenge, but he was also worried that once Zhao Hanguo died, the forces that Qingfeng Mingyue Tower had worked so hard to manage would be directly exposed to Yan Xuanji, and he would be very passive whether he took action or not.
He wanted to raise the flag of righteousness and stir up trouble in the world, but he was also worried about the loss of life.
He wanted to take Xiang'er to live in seclusion from now on, but he couldn't leave behind the family feud and the burden in his heart.
Yan Zhuo smiled bitterly, some people in this world are like this. He is too smart, so he has to calculate and measure everything, so that he cannot see clearly what he is really thinking.
Qiao Zhenyue looked at Yan Zhuo's wry smile, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Brother Yan, look at this rushing river. There are so many things in it, including sand, sludge, dead fish, and dead bones.
, sunken ships and other messy things are all in this river, but the river still rushes towards the east."
Yan Zhuo listened to what Qiao Zhenyue said with a smile on his face: "Brother, there is so much edge in your words. I didn't expect that you can also talk about truth. I don't think you need to go to the lake to make wine. You can become a monk."
Become a monk." He said this, then showed a bad smile and said: "Brother, I think that girl Shuang'er is interested in you, why don't you become a monk."
"Hahaha, you... you are hurting me!" Qiao Zhenyue laughed, "Shuang'er is a good girl. I only treat her as a sister. We, a stinky beggar, will not harm the little girl."
"Brother, the roots of love are easy to plant, but not easy to understand."
"Go! Go! Go!"
"Brother, I have one more thing to ask you." Qiao Zhenyue suddenly turned serious and said seriously, "What do you think of my arrangement?"
"What arrangement?" Yan Zhuo asked.
Qiao Zhenyue said anxiously: "It was the arrangement made by the deputy gang leader of the Beggar Clan and several hall masters. I sent Zhang Jingjiu to Shaolin, Shen Tong to Dadan, and then transferred two nephews from Peng Town, Wu San Province to join the headquarters.
Hall, I will temporarily take charge of the master of the secret hall. What do you think of my arrangement? Brother, I really have no idea. To be honest, this arrangement was left to me when Lao Peng was here."
"Senior Peng!" Yan Zhuo was shocked, "Senior Peng made arrangements for you before?"
Qiao Zhenyue nodded: "It's just that he just asked me to be careful about Zhang Jingjiu, and then if possible, he would take the secret hall under his control. The other arrangements were all my own. I really didn't expect Shen Tong to jump." He has always been very calm outside."
"I didn't expect that. In my impression, Elder Shen has always been honest and honest, and he doesn't seem like someone who would do such a thing." Yan Zhuo asked again, "Why does Senior Peng want you to be wary of Zhang Jingjiu? What is wrong with this person?" Something special?"
Qiao Zhenyue replied: "Zhang Jingjiu is the master of the Dharma Protector Hall. He controls the rules of the Beggar Clan. As you know, the eldest brother doesn't do things according to the rules. If he gets caught, he will inevitably be punished with words and writings. In fact, I think he is okay, he is the kind of person who is selfless and meticulous."
Yan Zhuo nodded and said: "If that's the case, I think this arrangement is not bad, but it would be better to issue a notice and write the names of the current hall masters to give them a reassurance. Especially Hu Beifeng, he will see you When Shen Tong is sent out, he will definitely feel nervous, so he needs to be comforted, and then he should get familiar with the dark hall and hold the dark hall firmly in his hand, just in case."
"Just do what you say, brother." Qiao Zhenyue nodded and said without hesitation, "Well, after arranging the family affairs of the Beggar Clan, we also have to deal with this kid named Suo Wu. This account must be settled carefully!"
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City gate tower.
Two brothers, Zhou Wantong and Zhou Baitong, were drinking roasted knives, each holding a chicken drumstick in their hands, looking at the red sun in front of them. They looked so happy.
"Brother, why are you running so fast? Xiao Taohong is not a tiger, and I can't eat you." Zhou Wantong's straw sandals hung on his thumbs and swayed back and forth.
Zhou Wantong ate a chicken leg and said: "If she were a tiger, I wouldn't be afraid of her, but she is Xiao Taohong. She forced me to be with her twenty years ago. I have no idea about her at all."
"Why do you think she is a prostitute?" Zhou Baitong scratched his feet and said, "Xiao Taohong was also the top star of this Feizidian when she was young. You were the one who gave me this sign. Do you dare to say that you haven't been tempted?"
Zhou Wantong remained silent, kicked the chicken legs in his arms, looked at Zhou Baitong with a straight face, and said, "Are you working as a lobbyist for her?"
Zhou Baitong waved his hand, without looking at him, and said: "I don't have the leisure. I just don't understand why you don't want to be with her."
After Zhou Wantong heard this, he looked up at the clouds above his head and said, "I am that cloud in the sky that cannot be tied down."
Zhou Baitong's face became interested when he heard this, and he said with a bad smile: "Who said you can't be tied up? You didn't come back just because of the Beggar Clan. Brother, I can help you, but you have to agree to one condition!"
