All the gangsters, including Yang Xiang, were completely shocked by what Wang Gensheng showed.
If you want to fight Wang Gensheng, you are like an ant shaking a tree, asking for trouble.
"Why don't you get out?" Wang Gensheng said angrily.
"You, didn't you tell me to return the sword to its owner?" Yang Xiang was still thinking about the sword in Wang Gensheng's hand, but he didn't dare to come and ask for it.
"The sword will stay with me for the time being. I will find an owner for it. You don't have to worry about it. Just take care of yourself. Remember,
Those who do unrighteousness will surely die, and those who do bad things will be repaid." Wang Gensheng sneered and scolded.
Yang Xiang was confused. It was good to be able to hold on to his life today. He really didn't have any extravagant expectations.
The group of people fled in a panic, driving several of their cars.
The place where Yang Xiang knelt down before was actually wet. As for what it was, everyone knew that Yang Xiang was so self-possessed, but he was still scared to the point of pissing himself.
Wang Gensheng returned to the old patriarch's house, and his trip to Yangjiazhuang today was not in vain.
At least two good things have been done, and the villagers of Yangjiazhuang are grateful to Wang Gensheng.
After hearing that Wang Gensheng was a miracle doctor, many villagers begged Wang Gensheng to treat their illnesses.
Firstly, the medical conditions in Yangjiazhuang are backward, and secondly, they are also discouraged by the expensive treatment fees.
Wang Gensheng couldn't bear it when he saw the pious eyes of the villagers. Finally, he helped them one by one and relieved them of their lingering illnesses.
The village chief came over, grabbed Wang Gensheng's hand, and choked with sobs: "Dr. Wang, thank you. If I know the whereabouts of Yang Zhentian in the future, I will definitely tell you."
"Village chief, you don't have to worry about it. It's probably fate and no one can change it." Wang Gensheng laughed at himself.
Just as he was about to leave Yangjiazhuang, someone ran out and shouted: "Village chief, the old patriarch wants to see Dr. Wang."
The village chief accompanied Wang Gensheng into the old patriarch's home. The old patriarch's home was a very quaint courtyard with a history of at least a hundred or two hundred years.
The old patriarch is very old, nearly a hundred years old. If it had not been for a serious illness before, his body would be as strong as a young man.
No one knows his name. He is the oldest person in Yangjiazhuang and the treasure of Yangjiazhuang. Yangjiazhuang respects him as a god.
Wang Gensheng and the village chief sat in front of the old patriarch's bed. The old patriarch asked Wang Gensheng softly: "Doctor Wang, I heard that you are looking for Yang Zhentian?"
"Old man, do you know this person?" Wang Gensheng's eyes lit up.
"Yang Zhentian left Yangjiazhuang sixty years ago and is of the same generation as me. His name is Yang Zhentian and my name is Yang Zhenyun. Yang Zhentian has been upright and upright throughout his life.
But because he offended his enemies, he later moved his family away from Yangjiazhuang. Sixty years have passed, but we don't know where he went." The old patriarch sighed.
Wang Gensheng was startled. Isn't this the same as not saying anything?
"Mr. Yang, then you should have a good rest and I won't disturb you." Wang Gensheng held up his hands and showed a disappointed expression.
Yang Zhenyun saw a sword in Wang Gensheng's hand, and his lips trembled violently: "Sword, sword, this is Yang Zhentian's sword. I saw him playing with it before."
Wang Gensheng quickly handed the sword to Yang Zhenyun, and Yang Zhenyun sat up from the bed.
Yang Zhenyun couldn't help but burst into tears: "Back then, Yang Zhentian relied on this sword to protect the lives of hundreds of people in Yangjiazhuang."
"Then why did he leave Yangjiazhuang? And why don't we know about this?" the village chief asked in confusion.
"Yang Zhentian is a knight at night, but an ordinary farmer during the day. No one knows his real name or what he has done.
No one even knew that, until he was cornered by his enemies, he quietly left with his wife and children. Alas, I guess he has passed away." Yang Zhenyun sighed.
Wang Gensheng took the sword, but felt secretly disappointed.
Yang Zhenyun asked, "Doctor Wang, where did your sword come from? You might as well search for it according to the map. Maybe you can find the whereabouts of Yang Zhentian."
"Why am I so stupid?" Wang Gensheng suddenly realized that as long as he went to Yang Xiang, he could ask him where the sword came from.
"Dr. Wang, you are not stupid, you are too impatient. I hope you can achieve your wish, so that you can comfort the soul of my father in heaven."
Yang Zhenyun smiled slightly. He was already close to a hundred years old. He had already seen through life and death in the world, and the world was in trouble.
After Wang Gensheng said goodbye to the people in Yangjiazhuang, he followed the clues provided by the villagers and embarked on the road of searching for the person again.
There is a small town more than ten kilometers away from Yangjiazhuang.
After Yang Xiang and others took out the money from Yangjiazhuang, they arrived at the town.
In the small town, there was a very wealthy family. In fact, this was Yang Xiang's hometown. It was from here that he started to form gangs and harm the people.
No one dares to provoke them, Yang Xiang is the tyrant in the town.
The more reason is that Yang Xiang met a young rich woman, who was able to provide him with wealth that he could freely squander, which made Yang Xiang feel even more powerful.
The only regret is that this young rich woman did not behave well when she was a teenager and suffered from infertility.
Yang Xiang thought that his ex-wife Yang Mei had a girl who was cute and well-behaved, so he wanted to come back. Moreover, his rich wife Mrs. Kuo promised that she would treat Yang Zhenting as her own.
After several discussions, no consensus was reached.
Today, Yang Xiang took his eight kings to Yangjiazhuang, intending to take his daughter back by force.
He didn't take the cowardly people in Yangjiazhuang to heart at all, but unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin showed up halfway and almost made him come back naked.
His wife went out to play cards, and Yang Xiang returned home with a bunch of gangsters, feeling aggrieved.
First they changed their clothes, and then a few people started a banquet, as if they wanted to make a blood alliance and then go to Wang Gensheng to settle accounts.
One of the gangsters was the most seriously injured and was carried in. He begged with a grimace: "Brother Xiang, let's stop fighting. We are no match for him."
"You are so scared. Wang Gensheng is very powerful, but you don't know that my wife's cousin is even more powerful. As long as his cousin takes action, Wang Gensheng will be pissed off." Yang Xiang scolded.
The little bastard was worse off than dead, and Wang Gensheng was so frightened that he peed his pants. I don’t know who was so frightened that he peed his pants just now.
But he didn't dare to say it. Yang Xiang was the boss. The boss had been humiliated and it was only right that his subordinates should help cover it up.
"Yes, my sister-in-law's cousin took action. Even if Wang Gensheng is powerful, how powerful is he?" A gangster flattered him and said he was unlucky.
Yang Xiang came over instantly and said carefully: "Drink, let's drink first and wait until your sister-in-law comes back."
There was a knock on the door, and a gangster hurriedly ran to open the door: "Sister-in-law, you're here, please wait a moment."