Soon, the master and the apprentice collected a lot of firewood, pulled out a few dry canes, tied the firewood into several bundles, and took them away in batches.
Sang Yuchu looked at the raging fire and couldn't help but sigh: "The rivers and lakes are extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fall into a situation that will never be recovered and end up with no body left. But you have to remember that when you move around in the rivers and lakes in the future, you must be careful.
Be careful in everything and don’t force yourself into anything.”
Yang Yanrong curled his lips in disdain and turned his head to the side, obviously disapproving of Sang Yuchu's words.
Sang Yuchu glanced at him indifferently, but he was not annoyed and said calmly: "Young Master Yang has never been in the world, so naturally he will not understand the dangers in the world. When you are in it in the future, you will understand that what I said today is wrong.
Xu. Chu Wangshan in front of you is a good example. Although his martial arts is more than a hundred times higher than yours, he is still in your hands. Why is this?"
Yang Yanrong smiled, raised the gun in his hand, and said, "Because I have a gun!"
Sang Yuchu nodded and continued: "If Chu Wangshan can be more careful, even if you have ten guns in your hand, it will be useless."
Yang Yanrong made a sound, half-smiling but not smiling: "That's what I said, why don't you come and give it a try, Yuchu?"
"You..." Sang Yuchu suddenly became angry, choked, pulled out his sword, and said coldly: "Don't you think I'm afraid of you? Come on!"
Ke'er suddenly became anxious and quickly hugged Yang Yanrong's arm and begged: "Brother Yang, please don't try it, okay? That gun is really powerful." Obviously, the scene where Yang Yanrong shot Chu Wangshan changed this scene.
The little girl was deeply shocked. Not only her, but also her master Sang Yuchu was quite afraid. She had to admit that no one in the world could withstand the power of that shot. She was like this before
He said that he really couldn't let go of his face and didn't want to bow his head in front of this deceitful disciple, so he wanted to hit him everywhere to prevent this guy from being too proud all day long.
Ke'er looked at Brother Yang and then at Master, pouted and said, "Aren't you all born enemies? When you meet and can't say a few words, you start to quarrel? What's going on!"
Ke'er's words made the two of them stunned at the same time.
Sang Yuchu couldn't let go of her face, her pretty face turned red with anger, wondering who was the enemy of this disciple? But Yang Yanrong said with a smile on his face: "Yes, yes! Ke'er, you don't know that Yu Chu and I are right?"
They are natural enemies, haha!"
Ke'er also realized the problem with what he said at this time, and couldn't help but stick out his tongue quietly, not daring to speak anymore.
Sang Yuchu snorted coldly: "Little devil, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will cut out your tongue." He raised the shining sword in his hand.
How could Yang Yanrong be so afraid of this primitive product of the cold weapon era? He raised the gun in his hand and sneered, but said nothing.
When Sang Yu first saw him taking out the gun to threaten her, she was immediately furious, but she had no choice but to sheath her sword angrily and ignore him.
Yang Yanrong laughed and said: "Yu Chu, if you say this, you are going to teach Ke'er a bad way. Hey, you are really misleading your disciples!"
When Sang Yu first saw this guy, he was really going too far. He even said that he was a misguided disciple. He immediately became angry and snorted: "Did I say something wrong? Jianghu is sinister. This is a truth that every Jianghu person knows.
, Mr. Yang, you are not a member of the world, so it is normal not to understand!"
Hey! This girl has such a quick mind that she started to fight back so quickly. She actually said that I am not a Jianghu person. Yang Yanrong nodded and said: "Okay, let me ask you, most of you who are wandering around in Jianghu are...
Go solo!"
"That's right!" Sang Yuchu nodded and hummed: "Don't you still go around in groups in groups? What's the point?"
"Why can't we travel in groups?" Yang Yanrong asked back: "In my opinion, the more groups you form, the bigger the team. That way no one dares to provoke you, and the rivers and lakes will be safer. Think about it.
, I have hundreds or even thousands of people together, who dares to come against me? If you don’t like whoever you see, you can flatten whoever you want. That is the real grudge! Walk coolly and leave happily! This is who I am.
The world of dreams and charm!"
Yang Yanrong’s soul is that of a modern man. Jin Yong’s novels had a great influence on him. Since junior high school, he has been obsessed with martial arts culture. He yearns for the mysterious and romantic world and always wants to incarnate.
For the sword-wielding swordsman, he was able to control the wind and rain in the arena, and enjoy grudges. However, as he got older, this idea gradually faded away, and he understood more clearly that a person's world is lonely, and he needs more companions to fight with him.
This is just like doing business in his previous life. The market is huge, but it cannot be conquered by one person. Many people have to work together to gain a foothold in the market with many strong players. The shopping mall is like a battlefield, and this is not something else.
What about a Jianghu?
Is this okay? Master and disciple Sang Yuchu couldn't help but be stunned. Yang Yanrong smiled slightly and continued to talk: "As for the dangerous vendettas in the world, they only target small people. Yu Chu, let me ask you, is the biggest and strongest in the world
Which gang is it?"
"Shaolin Temple!" Sang Yuchu said without thinking, but Yang Yanrong shook his head and expressed his objection. He suddenly became very angry and shouted: "Boy, I have been wandering in the world for several years. Is it wrong to say that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin?
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"NO! You two, remember my words. The biggest gang in the world is not Shaolin, not Wudang, and certainly not Emei. It is..." When he said this, he deliberately paused and slightly uttered two words: Chaoting
Sang Yuchu was speechless by what this guy said. He rolled his eyes and said nothing angrily. But the pretty Ke'er pursed her lips and chuckled, glancing at Yang Yanrong from time to time.
Yang Yanrong knew that this girl Sang would not agree unless he told the truth. Therefore, he continued: "Think about it, what does a gang rely on to survive? A fixed territory, a stable source of income.
That is, protection fees, and many subordinates. In the same way, the imperial court collects various taxes, which is another kind of protection fee. The imperial court maintains an army of millions. Isn't this the old Zhao family?
His subordinates? If not for these, how can the old Zhao family support a dynasty and manage a population of hundreds of millions? Therefore, I say, the largest gang in the world is Chaoting. Is there anything wrong? "
Listening to these words, Sang Yuchu thought for a moment, yes! Isn't that the case? It's just that the court changed its name. If a gang as powerful as the Zhao Dynasty appeared in the Song Dynasty, then the world would be
It was a big mess. At this moment, she had to admit that what Yang Yanrong said still made sense.
Of course, Sang Yuchu, who was hundreds of years behind the times, would not have understood the ambiguity in Yang Yanrong's words. A modern person would have picked out the linguistic flaws in his words. The biggest flaw in Yang Yanrong's words was that he ignored them.
The functions of the state. Of course, this was true for the feudal dynasty in the family world, but it would not be true for the country hundreds of years later. However, he would not say this anymore.
Looking at Master and Disciple Sang Yuchu who had a look of realization, Yang Yanrong couldn't help but laugh proudly. No matter how you listen to it, it sounds like a conspiracy... and it's a bit evil, a bit...