Song Xuan said: "This move is the first form of the eighteen palms of the dragon, and Kang Long has regrets." Kang Long has regrets from "Zhou Yi", do you know the meaning? ”

Although Su Le's grades are average, he has read a lot of books, and Zhou Yi has also dabbled in it, he thought for a while and said: "Kang Long's regret means that people in high positions should guard against arrogance, otherwise they will fail and regret it." When he said this, he couldn't help but look at Song Xuan, this sentence seemed to be perfect for Song Xuan.

Song Xuan nodded and said: "Yes, Kang Long has regrets is what it means, in terms of palm technique, this move is extremely fierce and very aggressive, the meaning of this is that when our offensive is the strongest, we must not forget to defend, no matter whether we make a palm or do things, we must consider it comprehensively." Song Xuan handed this palm to Su Le by the river, and he didn't spend too much time. In less than half an hour, Su Le practiced this trick in a similar way.

Song Xuan said: "I taught you this thing, you must not tell others, I am on orders, and there is no teacher-student friendship between us." Although Song Xuan handed over the move to Su Le, but he did not teach the skills of this move, in fact, Song Xuan was very puzzled by the order of the gang leader this time, he followed Zhuang Poor for many years, and made great contributions to the development of the beggar gang, even so, Zhuang Poor only gave him one of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, and now he actually let himself make a special trip to Nanwu to train this little-known boy, and as soon as he came up, he regarded himself as a lifelong peerless Kang Longyou repented and taught him, which really made Song Xuan puzzled. But the helper ordered Song Xuan to do it, but he still kept a hand after all.

Su Le said, "Uncle Song, thank you. ”

Song Xuan said: "You don't have to thank me, if you want to thank him, you still want to thank him in person when you see the helper in the future." ”

When the two were talking, Song Xuan suddenly stopped and said in a deep voice, "Who?" ”

Sure enough, a figure flashed out in the woods in the distance, and the man limped over to this side, Su Le saw it clearly, but it was the beggar who had chased and beaten him at the beginning, who was lame and nine catties.

The lame Jiujin smiled flatteringly, and said from afar: "Mr. Song, it's me, Chen Jiujin, I have followed you in the past." ”

Song Xuan frowned, obviously not remembering what kind of character this cripple was.

Lame Jiujin said: "I am the deputy hall master of the twelve halls of the Nanwu rudder, and the disciple of the four bags. He saluted Song Xuan with standard gang etiquette.

Song Xuan said: "What are you sneaking around with us?" ”

Lame Jiujin said: "Mr. Song, it was the little brother who asked me to come to you and say that I had something important to talk to you about, and he seemed to be a little angry." ”

Su Le already knew that the little brother was referring to Zhuang Dafang, it seemed that this little beggar was really not simple, so that Song Xuan, the nine-bag elder, could look at him differently, presumably his identity was extraordinary, Su Le thought of Zhuang Poor, the current leader of the beggar gang, and vaguely guessed that there must be an extremely close relationship between Zhuang Dafang and Zhuang Poor, otherwise he would not dare to be presumptuous in front of Song Xuan, the nine-bag elder, as a sixth-generation disciple. Even if they meet, it is impossible to summon Song Xuan, but they should take the initiative to meet.

Song Xuan said, "Where is he?" ”

The lame nine catties said: "Hengsheng metal recycling station!" ”

Song Xuan is no stranger to the name of Hengsheng metal recycling station, this recycling station was once the foundation of Song Xuan's career, it was from here that he gradually became bigger and established his own recycling enterprise, monopolized most of the waste recycling business in Jiangnan, and became the famous king of rags, although the Hengsheng metal recycling station is still under Song Xuan's name, but has stopped the recycling business, that place happens to be within the planning scope of the largest real estate developer in Yun'an, Bluetown Group, Song Xuan offered a sky-high price of 10 million for the suburban land of less than one acre, doing business is like this, one is willing to fight and one is willing to suffer, after negotiating for more than half a year without progress, Blue City finally nodded and agreed to Song Xuan's conditions, Song Xuan also had an important task when he came back to Nanwu this time was to sign a contract.

To say that the current result can be achieved, Song Xuan's gang of disciples and grandchildren have also made great contributions, in order to demolish this place at a low price, the Bluetown Group also tried their best, but in the end, they were all resolved one by one by this group of people who are not afraid of heaven and earth.

Song Xuan only remembered at this time that such a person as lame nine catties was responsible for handling the demolition of the Hengsheng Metal Recycling Station for himself, and this tug-of-war with the Blue City Group was his specific implementation.

Song Xuan nodded to the lame nine catties, and he said to Su Le, "You go with me." ”

Su Le originally didn't plan to get involved in the internal affairs of the other party's gang, but since Song Xuan made an offer, he couldn't refuse, not to mention that Zhuang Dafang was still his good friend who shared weal and woe, the two walked out of the woods, took a car nearby, and went straight to the Hengsheng Metal Recycling Station.

Half an hour later, the taxi sent the two to the gate of the Hengsheng Metal Recycling Station, it was already dusk, Song Xuan handed the taxi a 100 yuan bill, waved his hand to signal that the driver did not need to look for it.

Su Le sighed secretly in his heart, this head of the flower is really generous, it seems that the person who asks for food lives more nourishingly than most people in the world. In fact, he also understands that Song Xuan is by no means an ordinary flower child, although he is an elder of the beggar gang of nine bags and a big leader of the clean clothes faction, but in fact he is essentially different from those beggars begging along the street, Song Xuan not only does business, but also does a big business, but judging from Song Xuan's car, the billionaires that others say are definitely worthy of the name.

The door of the Hengsheng metal recycling station is locked, because it has been abandoned for a long time, so the gate has been rusted, and the small door on the right side is hidden, Song Xuan stretched out his hand to push the door, and smiled at Su Le: "Little brother has a bad temper, if he gets angry when he turns around, you help me persuade him." Song Xuan's words seemed to be quite jealous of Zhuang Dafang, which further verified Su Le's conjecture about Zhuang Dafang's life experience.

Su Le said: "What is the relationship between Zhuang Dafang and your helper?" ”

Song Xuan did not answer Su Le's question. Instead, continue to walk towards the small door.

Su Le always felt that the atmosphere here was a little weird, and he reminded Song Xuan: "There shouldn't be an ambush, right?" ”

Song Xuan smiled indifferently: "Ambush? I'd like to see who dares to ambush me!" "His self-confidence is based on strong martial arts.

Song Xuan slowly pushed open the small door, and the rusted door shaft creaked and rattled. The two black crows standing in the treetops in front of the door were startled by the sound, and flapped their wings into the air, quacking in the deep purple sunset.

Song Xuan frowned, he was a superstitious person, seeing the crow secretly screaming in his heart, he walked into the courtyard, there were a lot of waste products piled up in the empty courtyard, and Zhuang Dafang was not seen inside, only a white-haired old woman was cleaning up the waste there.

Song Xuan walked over, came behind the old woman, and said softly, "Grandma, is there anyone else here?" ”

The old woman didn't seem to hear what he was saying, and still bent over the scrap pile.

Song Xuan raised his voice: "Grandma, is there anyone else here?" ”

The old woman slowly came back to her senses, but saw that her eyes were as lifeless as the belly of a dead fish, and her face was also full of ravines, and she turned out to be an old blind person. The old woman pointed to her ears, then to her mouth, and then to the tin house in the center of the courtyard.

Song Xuan shook his head, a little helpless in his heart, but he didn't know when this old woman chose her own place as a stronghold for scavenging, he walked towards the tin house and said loudly: "Little brother! ”

Su Le fell behind him, and saw the old woman bending down again to clean up the rags, groping on the scrap pile with one hand, this scene seemed quite weird.

Song Xuan pushed open the door of the tin house, it was pitch black inside, and a rancid smell came to his face, Song Xuan covered his mouth and nose, and looked closely, but saw a figure curled up in the corner of the tin house, judging from the size of the house, it should be Zhuang Dafang, Song Xuan took a step forward, reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Little brother." ”

The man turned around suddenly, and at the same time, a syringe in his hand aimed at Song Xuan's eyes and pulled the mechanism.

Song Xuan didn't expect such a change at all, even though his martial arts were outstanding, but he couldn't react in time at such a short distance, he secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, in a hurry, his eyes were closed, his body retracted back, and his arms were raised to make a blocking motion, trying to protect his face with his arms.

But when he reacted, he felt that his internal breath was stagnant and obscure, and his internal force could no longer be retracted and released as freely as usual, and his movements were naturally half a beat slower, although it was only half a beat slower, but it had already become a lifelong regret for him, more than a dozen steel needles as thin as cow's hair shot into his eyes at high speed, Song Xuan screamed, and his eyes became pitch black.

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