Time flies by so fast and it’s already the end of the year.
The festival is approaching, and every household hangs lanterns in front of their doors, decorates with lanterns and displays Spring Festival couplets.
Winter is about to pass and New Year has arrived.
It’s the season when everything flourishes again.
Spring is in full bloom and people are prosperous, but there is endless murderous potential.
Zhuo Junyan originally thought that during the Chinese New Year, people in Jianghu would also go back to celebrate the New Year, but he never thought that all of them like to wander and even like to beg.
The older the year, the more lively it becomes!
The general forum of the Tiger Gang, the martial arts field.
At the gate.
A pair of middle-aged men in cloth clothes and long coats, one with nine fingers and the other with eight fingers, were playing the piano and playing music.
The phoenix-tailed harp is played, and the sunshine is played.
The melody is gentle and clear, and honestly speaking, it's really good. It's a pity that the rough guys from the Hu Gang don't know the melody and don't appreciate it. Even Zhuo Junyan is used to listening to the music of Mi Mi, not the mountains and rivers.
I am a guest in the vulgar world, and it is difficult for me to sit in an elegant hall.
"I'm a widower. It's bland and tasteless. I don't like it." Zhuo Junyan said casually, sitting high in the Zhongyi Hall, holding a magnolia cup in his hand.
The nine-fingered man playing the piano smiled: "I'll reward you with two."
Zhuo Junyan took out two copper plates and threw them.
One per person.
The two men playing the piano looked at each other and shouted: "That's too much!"
The words were explosive and thunderous, showing an amazing momentum.
Zhang Qijin came over from the side: "The two evil spirits of Guluo Mountain are only in the third level, but they have the secret skills of sound attack and are very powerful. Together they can fight against the fourth level."
There are always people from the world passing by, and there are always people who think they can enjoy the autumn breeze.
The Tiger Gang is very powerful in Huai'an, but in the face of the fierce dragons crossing the river and the wealthy gangsters, they are just a small and unpopular gang after all.
That's it for these two.
Zhuo Junyan smiled: "As a busker, you must abide by the rules of busking. Tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, during the temple fair, and I will take this broken piano and go to the temple fair to play. The rich will support themselves as a performer, and those who have no money will support themselves as a solo performer. This is the right way.
You come to our Tiger Gang to ask for money? But you don’t know, are we the ones collecting money?”
The nine-fingered man waved his hand to explore the strings.
A wave of clouds rises and arises out of the wind.
I saw the surrounding Tiger Gang members taking a few steps back as if they were struck by thunder.
This hand sound attack technique has the style of being the best in Kung Fu. Although it does not have fierce ghosts and evil soldiers, it has a surging military front.
The man with eight fingers was stroking the strings and stopped: "Why should Gang Leader Zhuo be stingy? My brother doesn't want much, two hundred taels is enough!"
Two hundred taels is enough?
What a big appetite!
Zhuo Junyan looked at their hands: "Why are your fingers missing?"
The nine-fingered man smiled slightly: "If you can block our sunlight, I will cut off one of your fingers."
The eight-fingered man said remotely: "So far, only three people have blocked it."
Zhuo Junyan shook his head: "But there are many masters in the world, and not only three can deal with you. So, you are also picking people, right? Do you think you can make me bow?"
Keng!
The sound of strings is like a sound of fighting and iron horses.
The wind blew, and a few leaves suddenly split and withered and fell; several others had their belts broken.
Even Zhuo Junyan's face showed a faint trace of blood.
A master indeed.
The other party kept his hand!
The eight-fingered man sighed: "Gang Leader Zhuo, cherish it. If you finish playing this song, I'm afraid it will break your heart."
Zhuo Junyan's smile became more and more heartfelt: "A heartbroken song, where can I find a close friend in the world?"
When these words came out, the two of them were moved: "Exactly! It turns out that you are also a wonderful soulmate!"
Zhuo Junyan said meaningfully and in a leisurely tone: "Is there any discount?"
The two looked at each other and said in unison: "One hundred and eighty taels!"
"Okay!" Zhuo Junyan raised his hand: "For the sake of your discount, I will give it!"
Bold and bold, refreshing and neat.
After saying that, he picked up the wooden box next to him.
The two were overjoyed.
They are here just to ask for money, so if they are willing to give you money, nothing can be better.
Zhuo Junyan had already opened the box and reached out of the Beretta.
Bang bang, two gunshots!
A bloody hole appeared between the eyebrows.
The two corpses lowered their heads and pressed them on the guqin, making a long and sonorous cry.
The members of the Tiger Gang had long been accustomed to this situation, and at the same time they sneered, laughed ferociously, and laughed with disdain.
Zhuo Junyan put away his gun and stretched his body: "If your heart is broken, where can you find a friend in the world? Huh! How about I give you a bullet to kill your heart and brain? There is a way in hell to find a friend. How can you find a friend? Then?
Then we went down to the underworld. We walked together on the Naihe Bridge, which has its own mantra for rebirth! Listening to the ghost music in the underworld during reincarnation is also considered a blessing!"
The words are spoken and the hand is waved, it is a wordless command!
The members of the Tiger Gang quickly stepped forward to collect the body, their actions were crisp and neat, and their movements were masterful.
Zhang Qijin smiled: "This is the fourth wave, and it is also the strongest wave. Once they die, it is estimated that the wind and waves in Huai'an will calm down."
"Really?" Zhuo Junyan chuckled and shook his head.
Zhang Qijin was surprised: "Is it possible there are more?"
Zhuo Junyan looked into the distance.
What a picturesque landscape, reflecting the splendor of a lifetime.
Dedicate a scene of the setting sun like blood, and sing a song of boundless iron and blood!
How can there be no killing in such a great river and mountain?
Finally, it needs to be embellished with blood to show the splendor of the prosperous age!
He said leisurely: "In the end, they are just some passers-by who don't know the details, so they come to break in. The real storm has not yet arrived."
Zhang Qijin understood clearly: "The gang leader is talking about the mastermind behind the scenes?"
Zhuo Junyan did not answer, but just said: "Anyway, at least it seems that nothing will happen today. Let everyone go home to celebrate the New Year. There will be many people at the temple fair tomorrow, so brothers should wake up and go to the streets early to maintain order.
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"yes!"
Everyone shouted and responded.
After collecting the corpses and sweeping away the blood, the Tiger Gang returned to peace.
Everyone dispersed, the sun began to set, and dusk was approaching.
It is another sunset sky, reflecting the red mountains and rivers.
The Tiger Gang suddenly became empty, and Zhuo Junyan sat alone in the Zhongyi Hall.
Against the backdrop of the sunset, I drank a little wine, but there was a bit of loneliness and emptiness between my eyebrows.
This New Year's Eve, I feel lonely and empty.
Just as he was drinking and drunk alone, he saw Zhang Qijin coming back again.
Zhuo Junyan was surprised: "Why are you back? Are you not going home?"
Zhang Qijin shook his head: "I don't have a home, this is my home."
As he spoke, some members of the Tiger Gang were seen walking in sporadically outside.
Zhuo Junyan smiled and said, "What about you? Are you homeless too?"
One of the gang members clasped their fists and said: "If you don't have family, how can you do life-long work? Gang leader, those who have families have returned, and those who stay here now are all people who call the gang their home!"
Another member of the gang said: "The Tiger Gang is the family, and the gang leader is the master!"
"The Tiger Gang is the family, and the gang leader is the master!"
"The Tiger Gang is the family, and the gang leader is the master!"
"The Tiger Gang is the family, and the gang leader is the master!"
The crowd shouted and the wind and clouds thundered.
Zhuo Junyan smiled: "Okay! In that case, you are my family. To celebrate the New Year tonight, bring the food and wine, and let's have a good time!"
A group of people rushed into the kitchen and happily served meat and wine.
That night, everyone drank happily, and Zhuo Junyan also drank and chatted with everyone.
He used to be unsmiling and would kill people at every turn, which was feared.
But today, at this moment, he put aside all reserve and aloofness, chatted and laughed happily, and no longer looked like a fierce and bully, and he really let everyone see another side of him.
After drinking to his heart's content, Zhuo Junyan sang loudly.
The war song of the earth has not been heard here, but it is sung with great ambition, high fighting spirit, sufficient internal strength, long breath, and a high pitch. It is also a good singing voice, which attracts everyone to applaud and applaud.
After the singing ended and after three rounds of drinking, Zhuo Junyan squinted his eyes and said, "By the way, let me take a look at tomorrow's almanac."
Zhang Qijin handed it over.
Zhuo Junyan looked at it.
First grade of junior high school.
Suitable for: burial, burial, market opening.
Taboo: Entering the house, getting married, moving.
Zhuo Junyan smiled: "On this first day of the Lunar New Year, it is better to be buried than to get married?"
Zhang Qijin said: "This is how it is written in the almanac."
"It's not inappropriate to kill someone." Zhuo Junyan was drunk and dissatisfied.
Ma Zhaori responded: "No time, but no matter what, there is no taboo!"
Zhuo Junyan laughed: "Exactly, there is no right or taboo, just do what you can't do! Very good!"
Zhang Qijin said: "Tomorrow's temple fair is better to be happy and peaceful. It's best to have nothing to do."
Zhuo Junyan said: "Who knows? I really think the temple fair is a good opportunity."
"Why?" Everyone was puzzled.
"There are many people, so you can mingle among them and fish in troubled waters." Zhuo Junyan whispered.
There is one thing that has not been said.
For the sake of deterrence, I ask for more people!
So, this is not a hunch, but an expectation.
If the storm is going to come sooner or later, it should rise from the sea, not fall from the lake!
This is how you gain deterrence value!
Everyone was stunned and depressed, just as a cool winter breeze blew by.
So the atmosphere became desolate, withered, and silent for a while...
Zhuo Junyan felt that he had spoiled the atmosphere and said with a smile: "I said something I shouldn't have said and spoiled everyone's mood. I will punish myself with three drinks."
Just as I was raising my glass, I heard a steady stream of popping noises in the distance, but it turned out that every household was setting off firecrackers.
Hearing the sound of firecrackers, Zhuo Junyan slapped his forehead: "It's broken. It seems we didn't buy any firecrackers?"
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads together: "But I missed this."
Zhuo Junyan sighed: "A group of rough guys are bound to be unstable in their work. That's all, that's all. I'm being generous today and I'll give you a shout!"
Say that and get the gun.
Shout three times into the air.
The sound of gunshots, firecrackers, and laughter blend together on this year-end night, as if foreshadowing the visible and prosperous future in the near future.
This night, everyone was partying and getting drunk!