In the inner house of Yang Mansion, Yang Yong jumped three feet in shock and almost jumped out of bed:
"Yang Ji went to the market and sold more than 30 furs, earning more than 200 copper coins. Is your information correct? Is he really that powerful?"
Yang Yong looked surprised and his subconscious reaction was that the two guards were lying to him.
Yang Ji knows how to hunt? Why didn't he know? And when could thirty furs be sold at such a high price?
More than two hundred copper coins? Isn't that equivalent to two taels of silver? This is more than his monthly pocket money!
When did he have such ability?!
"Master Yong, the news is correct. It was told to us by the owner of a shop in the market. The shop where Yang Ji sells furs usually doesn't deal with him, so he usually pays attention secretly, but this time he saw it with his own eyes.
It arrived. Most of the furs were intact and not torn at all, so they were sold at an extremely high price."
A guard said.
"Moreover, Yang Ji has been very mysterious during this period. He goes out early and comes back late every day. He doesn't know what he is doing. Maybe he is learning to hunt."
Another guard said.
The two of them had been looking for an opportunity to make amends since they failed in their duty last time, resulting in Yang Yong being knocked unconscious and losing face. This time they finally found it.
Yang Yong sat there bitterly, with a gloomy look on his face.
boom!
Yang Yong suddenly punched the edge of the bed, and the loud sound startled the two guards.
"Asshole, with more than 200 copper coins, this guy can be very popular and drink spicy food, how can you deal with him!"
Yang Yong looked ferocious and angry, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.
Yang Ji's gift of silver this time was only 20 copper coins, which could only last for more than ten days at most. He knew this matter clearly, otherwise he would not have taken advantage of it and threatened the old housekeeper.
No one can survive a whole winter with twenty copper coins. If there is no accident, he will basically find the bodies of two people in the woodshed in the spring of next year, and he will be able to vent his bad breath.
But what is this?
Hunting? More than two hundred copper coins?......
When Yang Yong thought that he had suffered such great humiliation this time and that his injuries were still not healed yet. But Yang Ji, that bastard, was still able to make a lot of money out of his own hands, he suddenly felt very angry and burning.
"Ouch!"
Just when he was excited, his internal organs suddenly moved, and Yang Yong immediately screamed in pain.
"Master."
"Master!..."
The two guards rushed over to help him.
"Asshole, bastard!...You two are useless!"
As soon as Yang Yong saw the two of them, he was immediately furious. He raised his leg and kicked it, roaring:
"I was beaten, and neither of you farted. What's the use of raising you two trash, what's the use?!..."
The two of them did not dare to resist. They stood there obediently and allowed Yang Yong to kick them. Even if their faces were bruised and swollen, they did not dare to move.
The man has been beaten enough and his anger has subsided, but the hatred in Yang Yong's heart is not less, "I am unwilling! I am really unwilling!..."
Growing up, when had he ever suffered a loss?
Now that he is seriously beaten and lying on the bed, how can he swallow this breath? Especially after the trial of Yang Ji, the eldest lady also issued an order that no one in the clan is allowed to take action without permission before Yang Ji turns sixteen.
he.
The resentment in Yang Yong's heart was even more difficult to calm down.
It would be fine if Yang Ji lived a miserable life, but for this bastard to still live so well, wouldn't it be an even bigger irony for him lying on the bed?
"Master Yong, although the eldest lady does not allow us to act rashly during this period of time. However, if you have a grudge in your heart... we are not unable to deal with him."
Guard Huang Hu suddenly said cautiously.
"What do you mean?"
Yang Yong's pupils shrank and he suddenly turned his head.
"Master Yong, Madam asked us not to act rashly during this period...actually to avoid suspicion, so that we can be free to deal with Yang Ji when he turns sixteen."
Huang Hu considered his words and sentences, and when he saw Yang Yong staring at him seriously, he immediately became more courageous:
"Although we can't deal with him, dealing with him doesn't necessarily require us to take action personally..."
"go on."
Yang Yong has completely calmed down. Although he is uneducated, he is not completely reckless.
"I also got the news accidentally. Some time ago, Yang Ji offended a group of powerful gangsters on the street in order to save a mentally retarded man named Yang Erniu. Those people heard that they had been trying to deal with him. Master Yong, what do you mean?
If we tell them about Yang Ji..."
You can't be too smart as a person. Huang Hu stopped talking and did not continue.
"Gangster?"
Yang Yong thought thoughtfully. Although he was not good at cultivation, he knew everything about the three religions and schools on the street. "It's Zhou Kuang and those people!"
Huang Hu nodded.
"So... you mean you want us to borrow a knife to kill people?"
Yang Yong had a rare look of caution on his face:
"This is no small matter. If it's found to be related to me, I'm afraid the eldest lady won't be able to protect me."
Yang Yong has not lost his mind yet. Although he wants Yang Ji to die, he absolutely does not want to do it himself, let alone have anything to do with Yang Ji's death.
In any large clan, killing a fellow clan member is no small matter. It is an absolutely intolerable crime. Even the eldest lady cannot protect him.
"Master, what does that have to do with us? Those people in Zhou Kuang are ruthless, and they won't let it go even without us. If anything happens to Yang Ji, it was caused by him himself. What does it have to do with us?"
The two guards said "understanding".
"Hehe, okay! Well said!"
Yang Yong's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he became excited and laughed:
"What does what Zhou Kuang did have to do with me? - Huang Hu, Zhao Jiang, you two bastards, Master, I really did not support you in vain!"
"But this is not enough. Give me a few taels of silver..., no, ten taels of silver - give it to Zhou Kuang, just say it is the drinking money I gave him, Master Yong. By the way, let him teach Yang a lesson for me.
That kid Ji, I believe that a smart person like Zhou Kuang will understand what I mean, - in addition, remember to tell them that kid is pricking his hands and ask him to bring more people."
Yang Yong sneered darkly.
To make matters worse, he considers himself an ancestor and does not need anyone to teach him.
"Those guys like Zhou Kuang are vicious in their methods, and the relationships behind them are complicated. Normally, even I don't want to provoke them... If they really hit hard and beat that kid Yang Ji to death, then his life is unlucky. You can't blame me."
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There was a gloomy light in Yang Yong's eyes. Although the ten taels of silver made him feel a little sad and almost wiped out the "private money" he had secretly saved, it was worth the bad breath!
"Young master is wise!"
When the two guards heard this, they bent down and flattered him loudly.
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Yang Ji lived a very ordinary life every day. Apart from hunting and archery, he would go to the depression every day, throw a prey to the crowned snake under the big rock without saying a word, and then return before dark.
at home.
Such a round trip is simple but hard work!
Three days later, when Yang Ji went to the mountains, a lazy man leaned there at the gate of the city, watching his back silently. It was not until Yang Ji, with his bow and arrow on his back, disappeared towards the mountains that he jumped violently.
He got up, swept away his decadence, turned around and walked into another path.
"Brother, we have found out clearly. Yang Ji brought his bow and arrows and went hunting."
The "lazy man" bowed his body, his eyes full of intelligence, but there was still a little bit of decadence.
"Okay! Good job!"
In the hut, Zhou Kuang's eyes lit up, he threw away the toothpick in his hand and stood up suddenly. Around him, eight or nine strong and powerful men looked fiercely at the same time.
"Sooner or later, you have to pay me back sooner or later. That little bastard relied on the power of the clan to cut my face in the street last time. This time I will make him splash with blood three times, so that people from all over the country will know the consequences of offending me! -
let's go!"
With a wave of his hand, Zhou Kuang led a group of people, kicked open the door, and rushed out of the city.
"Brother, I brought what you asked for."
Not far from the city, a black shadow flashed, four or five breaths were taken for three or four times, and ruffian masters with savage faces jumped out of the grass, each holding several thick big boards in their hands, and behind the boards.
wrench.
The two groups of people gathered together. Zhou Kuang picked up a board, flicked it with his fingers, and inspected it carefully.
"Okay, a wooden board made of ironwood! With this thing, it will be even more foolproof. No matter how good the boy's archery skills are, he can't do anything to this thing."
Zhou Kuang's eyes flashed with a vicious light and he roared:
"Hand it out, each brother will have one. - This time, I want to make that little bastard die beautifully!"
Zhou Kuang is by no means a person with well-developed limbs and a simple brain. Ever since Yang Yong warned him not to underestimate Yang Ji, in case the boat would capsize in the gutter, Zhou Kuang put away all his luck and carelessness.
Zhou Kuang knew very well who Yang Yong was. Although he was unknown in Pingchuan County, he was well-known in the gangster circles and was a very thorny figure, not much worse than him.
This kind of person is ruthless, uses dirty tricks, makes things difficult, and does things without scruples. He is the type who will never suffer a loss in his life. In the gangster circle, there are many people who have been punished by him.
Such a character actually suffered a loss at the hands of Yang Ji and asked him for help. In addition, Yang Ji was actually good at archery. All of this instantly changed Zhou Kuang's impression of Yang Ji and had a profound impression on him.
Big fear.
"A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength", this is Zhou Kuang's request for this operation, and it is also his consistent style of conduct.
"Brother, that boy can shoot arrows, should we also bring some bows and arrows?"
A gangster who was breathing twice suddenly said.
Zhou Kuang didn't say anything, he just looked at him like an idiot, until he sneered and backed away involuntarily and said:
"No brainer, who can shoot here, you or me? If you don't know how to shoot, what kind of bow and arrows should you bring?"
How can street gangsters practice shooting and hunting? How are they any different from good citizens?
If you have a bow and arrow, but you don’t know how to use it, you can’t hit even if you stand there, so what’s the use of having it?
"Walk!"
Zhou Kuang was too lazy to say anything more. He waved his hand and led more than ten people to the mountains outside the city. He followed him from a distance. When everyone arrived at the foot of the mountain, he happened to see Yang Ji transform into a black shadow and disappear into the mountains.
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"Brother, do you want to chase me in?"
A gangster said.
"Need not!"
Zhou Kuang rolled his eyes and immediately shook his head:
"The mountain is so big, where are we going to find him? And with so many of us chasing him, if there is any disturbance that makes him alert and run away, where will we find him in the future? If he doesn't go out, won't I never have a chance?
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Zhou Kuang had personally experienced Yang Ji's agility. He had always thought of himself as a person, but last time on the street, he was calmed down by Yang Ji's few words in person, and he ran away in fright.
If such a person wasn't a sure thing and alerted him, he would never have a chance in the future.
"Brother, what should we do?"
The group of people suddenly lost their minds and looked at him.
Zhou Kuang looked back at his brother behind him without saying anything, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
The people he brought with him this time were all masters among the gangsters. There were people with second-level, third-level, fourth-level, and even fifth-level breathing skills. Although their strength was not very high, they were better than more people.
As the saying goes, "Two fists are no match for four hands, and a hero cannot fight against a large number of people." Before reaching the "Martial Arts Realm", the number of people still has an absolute advantage in the "Breathing Realm".
According to the classification of the number of breathing stages, an ordinary person breathing in the second stage, a person breathing in a fourth stage, has twice the strength and physical strength of an ordinary person, and an expert breathing in the sixth stage has only three times the strength and physical strength of an ordinary person.
Although Yang Yong is well-known among the gangsters and has the fifth level of breathing skills, he can only deal with three people at the same time.
He summoned more than ten people this time, and there were many good ones among them. With so many people swarming forward, let alone people with six or seven levels of breathing, even those with nine or ten levels would still make him suffer a secret loss and fall down.
in hand.
"If we don't go into the mountain, we'll just wait here!"
Zhou Kuang looked ferocious and said:
"This is the damn way to go down the mountain. That kid will have to go down from here sooner or later. Brothers, wait here. When the time comes, I will make that kid's blood flow all over the ground and his body will be lying here!"