When the Blood Clothes Hall evacuated Chang'an, it placed some unimportant information in the ruined temple outside the city. Li Xin'an had been soaked in the past few days and searched through the old information, but still couldn't find much information about the Iron Flag Gate.
All he knows now is the following: Iron Flag Sect, which was established by the Imperial Guardian Song Zhiping in the second year of Jingyun. It has been forty-one years since then. It is now the second generation. The leader of the sect, Song Yuanfeng, is the first realm of the second grade.
This iron flag gate has never been visible for the 41 years since its establishment, so that the Blood Clothing Hall, which has always had no information on it, has not had much information.
Maybe, but when the Blood Clothes Hall was separated, he was taken away by the Lord of the Eagle Hall Lu Da.
Li Xin'an clapped his hands, and a person suddenly flashed in the darkness. He was the Blood-Clothed Hall spy responsible for contacting Chang'an and the various halls.
Seventeen years have already made Li Xinan know this cruel and ruthless murder machine. After Zhang Siyuan and Fu Bo passed away one after another, Pei Min specially accompanied Li Xinan to the four halls of tiger, snake, eagle and leopard. Under the intimidation of the Tang Dynasty Sword Saint, no matter whether he was willing or not, the four halls still surrendered to him.
"Prepare a fast horse and rush to Yangzhou on a starry night. The leader of the Minying Eagle Hall, Lu Da, find out all the information about the Iron Flag Sect, the faster the better!" Li Xin'an ordered.
The spy from the Blood Clothing Hall responded and hid in the darkness again.
Li Xin'an rubbed his eyes that had not been closed for a few days, and narrowed for a moment. On the morning of the agreed day, he drilled out of the underground hole in the dilapidated temple, washed his face in the mountain stream, swept away his fatigue, and set out into the city.
The early morning of early autumn in Chang'an is always covered with a faint mist. There are not many people in the East City, which is extremely lively at night. Li Xin'an walked slowly, thinking of going to Tianxianglou for breakfast first, but he saw a tall man in white standing in front of Tianxianglou.
"Murong, you came very early."
Murong Bai smiled faintly: "If you have an appointment with someone, you will naturally have to arrive early. Brother Li also arrived before the sun came out?"
"I'm a special situation." Li Xin'an shrugged. Since Murong Bai had arrived, he gave up the idea of eating breakfast and set out to walk towards the Iron Flag Gate.
"I have been reading the information left over from the Blood Flame Hall in the past two days and found that the Iron Flame Gate is really inconspicuous, and there is no useful information in the Blood Flame Hall." Li Xin'an said this and asked: "Murong Villa has not been rooted in Chang'an City for a long time. Do you know about the Iron Flame Gate?"
"I have been practicing swords these two days, and I don't care much about this matter, but I have also collected information from the Iron Flag Sect." Murong Bai replied.
"At the beginning of the founding of the Iron Flag Sect, the leader Song Zhiping was just a low-level officer in the imperial guards. Because of his colleagues, he had to commit himself to the world. However, his own strength was less than the third rank. The Iron Flag Sect was repeatedly suppressed by others at the beginning. This time, the Yiquan Gang, which was wiped out by the Iron Flag Sect, was one of the sects that suppressed them at the time."
"The development of the Iron Flag Sect has been in a normal way since then, and there is no excellence. However, their strength has made great progress in the past decade, invading many small sects around them, and finally being able to compete with the Yiquan Gang."
"At the beginning of this year, Li Linfu... After your father passed away, the Iron Flag Sect made a big move and began to gradually rub against the Yiquan Gang, which eventually evolved into an armed fight and murder. But strangely, the government ignored this matter. Even if the Yiquan Gang, who had been tolerant, went to sue the officials, the trial yamen would ignore it."
"The two sects eventually broke out in a big battle, and the two leaders of the Yiquan Gang were both among them. It is logical that one Song Yuanfeng could not deal with it, but it was Song Yuanfeng who survived."
Murong Bai sighed, "Anyway, there is a deep hidden secret in this matter. As Brother Li said, it needs to be investigated carefully."
Li Xinan looked surprised: "Murong, you said you didn't care about this matter. You know more about it than me!"
"Isn't this what you said? Jianghu is a knife hanging above the court. The responsibility of Jianghu people is to supervise the government and uphold justice. Since the government does not care about this matter, I will take care of it!" Murong Bai smiled.
"But although you are the noble young martial arts leader, you do not have the right to deal with others at will, especially officials." Li Xin'an said, "Sometimes you want to kill people, it's not that easy to kill."
"What does Brother Li mean?"
"Change your identity and kill someone openly like me! How about it?"
Murong Bai narrowed his eyes, "Does Brother Li want me to join His Highness's Eight Heavenly Dragons?"
"No! It's not your highness's eight dragons, but my Li Xin'an's blood-clothed hall!"
Murong Bai wondered: "What's the difference?"
"The difference is big! The Eight-Based Tianlong is doing things for His Highness, and in the Blood Clothes Hall, doing things for yourself."
"It seems that Brother Li and Your Highness are not the same as one."
"That's not true. To a large extent, our purpose is the same. The corrupt officials I want to kill are all his political enemies. But we also have differences, such as determining the life and death of some people."
Murong Bai's body shook, and a powerful murderous intent poured into Li Xin
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)
An An's body.
The two of them continued walking silently. After a long time, Murong Bai sighed:
"Brother Li, to be honest, I admire you very much, but I have a grudge against the Blood Clothing Hall."
"I know, as a notorious killer organization, it is difficult for you to have a good impression of the Blood Clothes Hall. But I still want to say that the Blood Clothes Hall is covered in innocent blood, but it is not the people in the Blood Clothes Hall, not me, nor you."
“…I’ll think about it slowly.”
Li Xin'an stopped persuading him. From Murong Bai's flickering eyes, he knew that the young master of the martial arts leader had been shaken.
He dared to conclude that Murong Bai would definitely join the Blood Clothing Hall because he was the same person as himself.
A person who hates evil.
...
After the Iron Flag Gate had annexed the Yiquan Gang, the Yiquan Gang's shipment business was also taken under his command, and naturally moved to the former site of the Yiquan Gang, inside the Jinguang Gate, outside the western city, Qunxianfang near Caohe.
But at this moment, the entire Iron Flag Gate was confused. What was his lady going crazy? She ran to the door early in the morning and watched the street.
Today, the old lady's birthday is on her birthday, and the iron flag gate will be open to guests. The leader of the sect, Song Yuanfeng, thought that his daughter was going to welcome the guests, so he angrily scolded her daughter Song Hui for not being polite. Although the status of women in the Tang Dynasty is no different from that of men, no woman can show up in public!
Song Hui looked disdainful and no matter how Song Yuanfeng scolded her, she remained indifferent. The female disciples who went out to the city to play with her a few days ago secretly covered their mouths and chuckled. Only they knew what Song Hui was waiting for.
He had no son and only had this daughter, and Song Yuanfeng could not bear to scold him severely. Seeing the guests coming gradually, Song Yuanfeng had to go over and greet the guests.
The Iron Flagmen celebrated the 70th birthday of the old lady this time, and the banquets were all well-known figures, such as the surrounding rivers and lakes, the Dushui Supervisor, Zhouji Office and Water Department, as well as the former Yiquan Gang’s great patrons and the surrounding gentry, etc.
Gifts of large and small bundles were piled up into hills, and trucks were transported to the warehouse in the backyard. The bright and beautiful guests stepped into the Iron Flag Gate with Song Yuanfeng's smile. The huge yard was filled with wine tables, and the banquet lasted until the evening, so the inside and outside of the Iron Flag Gate were decorated with lights, which was so beautiful!
A carriage slowly stopped in front of the iron flag gate, and a man slowly jumped out of the carriage. The man had an ordinary face, his eyes never opened, and had a blue spot on his face. He was wearing ordinary gray cloth clothes, which seemed to be out of place with these distinguished guests in gorgeous clothes.
But when Song Yuanfeng saw this person, he greeted him with unprecedented enthusiasm.
"Mr. Yang, it's such an honor for the Iron Flag Sect to come and enjoy the glory!" Song Yuanfeng, who was nearly fifty years old but had a great appearance, flattered the man.
"Originally, the young master wanted to come in person, but because there were too many things on hand, I told me to come." The man who was called Mr. Yang by Song Yuanfeng said, "The Master Song now has the dominant shipping line, so don't forget our kindness to you."
"That's natural!" Song Yuanfeng said respectfully, "The first batch of goods shipped are already in the backyard. I will send someone to the Lord's Mansion later."
"No need." The man waved his hand, "Before I came, the master ordered that the first batch of goods was just a try. If it was done, you will deal with it yourself, and you don't have to hand it over to the mansion. Then, according to what was agreed before, you can get 10% and 90% to us."
Song Yuanfeng was overjoyed. He gave all the first batch of goods to him? That was enough to match the income of the Iron Flag Sect in the past six months!
Although the Iron Flag Gate has no way to deal with those things yet, selling them a little bit will always make money back.
"Take me to the backyard later, I'll check the goods."
Song Yuanfeng understood that this was him trying to please.
"Okay, Mr. Yang, please rest assured that the Iron Flag Gate will definitely satisfy you!"
No more nonsense, Song Yuanfeng respectfully invited the man into the yard, and the guests on the side whispered: "Who is this person? Why can you be so arrogant that you can welcome Sect Master Song in person?"
"Who do you think it is the third rank official in front of the Prime Minister?"
"So that's it, it's Yang..."
"Shhh, be careful!"
The yard was very lively, and the juggling troupe invited by the Iron Flag Gate set off the atmosphere one climax after another. Before the banquet officially began, the first round of wine prepared had already been exhausted.
Miss Iron Flag Gate Song Hui leaned on the door frame in a daze, but the person had not appeared yet.
"Senior sister, may they not come?" A female disciple of the Iron Flag Sect came up and said.
"Crow's mouth, don't talk!" Song Hui said with a gloomy face, "If you really don't come, I'll take you to Chenjiang tonight!"
The female disciple was so scared that her face was pale and she retreated repeatedly, regretting that she said more of this!
Her senior sister is always good at what she says, and she can really do something like that!
"Senior sister, I was wrong, I shouldn't..."
"Shut up!" Song Hui turned around, kicked the female disciple, gritted her teeth,
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)
"I'll sew your mouth on now!"
"May I ask, is this the Iron Flag Gate?"
Song Hui turned around in surprise, and there were two gentle young men standing on the street, one of which was the man in white whom she was thinking about.
"Ah! Yes...yes!" Song Hui was at a loss for a moment, hurriedly tidy up her clothes, walked up to salute and said, "Little woman Song Hui, her father Song Yuanfeng."
"So it's Miss Song Hui, I'm here with Li Xin'an." Li Xin'an bowed and smiled, touching Murong Bai beside him without a trace.
Murong Bai said coldly: "I am Zhang Quan."
"So it's Brother Zhang, Song Hui is polite." The lady from the Iron Flag Gate stared at Murong Bai with a bright look, not leaving a single inch. Her red face looked quite cute.
If Li Xin'an and Murong Bai didn't see Song Hui scolding the female disciple just now.
"Brother Zhang, please come inside!"
Song Hui took Murong Bai's hand and was about to go in. Murong Bai suddenly withdrew his hand and said, "Miss Song, if a man or a woman is not allowed to kiss her, I'll do it myself."
Li Xin'an's heart suddenly sank, thinking to herself, brother, didn't I ask you to find a way to please this lady? You are so refusing to others thousands of miles away, what if they get angry and take action against us Chenjiang!
Unexpectedly, Song Hui was not angry at all and apologized and said, "It was Song Hui who lost her manners. Brother Zhang asked, Mr. Li asked."
Li Xinan curled his lips and, under the guidance of Song Hui and the disciples of the Iron Flag Sect, sat on a table near the center main table.
The Iron Flag Gate is divided into very organized tables. There is a stage in the center. The main table below the stage is the disciple of the Iron Flag Gate, the sect leader Song Yuanfeng, Song Yuanfeng's mother, the two deputy sect leaders of the Iron Flag Gate, and Song Hui, who should have been sitting on the main table.
At this moment, she was sitting next to Murong Bai, asking about his life experience with a smile.
With the main table as the center, on the left of the yard were court officials and wealthy gentry and businessmen. Several officials from Dushui Supervisory were arranged in front by Song Yuanfeng, and several graceful women surrounded them to serve.
Li Xin'an and Murong Bai are all living on the gang. The Iron Flag Sect has captured the power of the Yiquan Gang, so they naturally have to deal with this area of local snakes.
Song Yuanfeng, the leader of the Iron Flag Sect, stood up from the main table, glanced at the yard in confusion, and then walked towards Li Xin'an in a hurry.
"Song Hui, what are you doing!" Song Yuanfeng cursed in a low voice, "The guests have arrived, the banquet is about to begin, go back to your seat!"
Faced with her father's angry scolding, Song Hye was not afraid at all and replied stubbornly: "What's wrong with me just sitting here?"
"you--"
"I'll introduce it. This is Brother Zhang and Zhang Quan."
Song Yuanfeng glanced at Murong Bai beside Song Hui. He had just noticed this handsome young man in white.
Murong Bai looked up at him, and Song Yuanfeng's heart skipped a beat.
What a bitter momentum!
Murong Bai had tried his best to gather his power, but the strong sword intent that had been practicing for more than ten years was deeply engraved between his eyebrows and eyes, which he could not hide no matter what.
How could Song Yuanfeng not know what his precious daughter was thinking? It was just that such a powerful young man appeared for no reason, which forced him to be cautious.
"Brother Zhang Quan, can you ask how you met the little girl?"
Murong Bai was in trouble. During the discussion with Li Xin'an before, both of them did not expect that Song Yuanfeng would actually ask him!
Li Xin'an stood up gracefully and smiled and said, "Uncle Song doesn't have to doubt it. Although we brothers and Miss Song Hui have never met each other, we hit it off at first sight three days ago in Tianxianglou. Miss Song Hui specially invited us brothers to come here for the banquet, hoping that there is no abruptness."
"It's not hard, it's not hard." Song Yuanfeng smiled, thinking that this person is a talking person.
"Since that's the case, Huier, you can treat these two little brothers well, don't lose your etiquette." Song Yuanfeng instructed, and then walked onto the stage.
What Song Yuanfeng said was nothing more than thanking everyone for supporting him and announcing the start of the banquet. Li Xin'an was too lazy to listen to it. Compared to what Song Yuanfeng said, he was more willing to listen to the chats of the people around him.
Song Yuanfeng got off the stage, and the "sonochorrent" sounded on the stage, and a big drama kicked off.
The surroundings fell into the noise for a moment. Li Xin was bored and began to find some reason to get out and investigate.
Murong Bai's anxious voice came into Li Xin'an's ears: "Brother Li, this woman has been pestering me, please help me get out!"
Li Xin'an glanced at Miss Song Hui with an excited face and Murong Bai who was sitting upright without any color, and whispered: "What's the hurry? If you don't give, how can you get rewards? If you persist again."
"Li Xin'an, you are old..." Murong Bai's upbringing since childhood made him give up the urge to curse.
Li Xinan yawned boredly. The old lady from the Iron Flag Gate had already left. The birthday party had turned into a carnival for a group of big men. I don’t know when this noisy and boring banquet would end.