PS: Does anyone know who is coming? ――

A lot has happened in the rivers and lakes recently.

Of course, it's all big deals.

The first thing was that Luoyang Xiong Trench Golden Gun Li was killed with a knife, and the money of the Golden Gun Fort was swept away.

The second thing is that the Happy Forest was almost trampled on, and it is said that in the days after the incident, Boss Gao's face has been very bad, and he has not even had a good face for the usual big financier.

The first two things don't add up to the third thing:

Gongzi Yu killed the King of Wanpeng and took everything from him.

What does Wanpeng King mean?

If you are begging for a living in the rivers and lakes, but you don't know King Wanpeng, then it is better for you to go back to your hometown as soon as possible to farm and sell sweet potatoes.

Because if you accidentally tell the people of the Twelve Feipeng Gang about your ignorance, the next moment you may be hacked to death with a knife, and then abandoned in the barren mountains and wild to feed the wild wolves.

King Wanpeng is a person who no one in the rivers and lakes dares to provoke.

He has dominated the rivers and lakes for more than 30 years, and he and the old man seem to be no longer human, but gods.

But now, this "god" was also killed by a person named Gongziyu, and he inherited everything from him, and even attracted the three predecessors of Huangshan who have been famous for 30 years to defect to the allegiance, so can this Gongziyu also be called a god?

Compared with the third thing, the fourth thing is another thing that shocks people's teeth: the old man released words to deal with Gongzi Yu.

Even the old man has to pay attention to the person who can already be called a god.

So now there is only one person's name on the rivers and lakes, Gongzi Yu.

Even the old man's majesty has been suppressed by this name that seems to be magical, because the old man has been silent for too long, and he has not moved for too long

"Everyone knows Gongzi Yu, but they don't know where this person came from and where he learned that unpredictable martial arts."

This is a teahouse in Suzhou. The storyteller inside smacked his lips, took a sip of hot tea, and looked at his audience with satisfaction.

The audience was full of people, and at this time, some people began to coax: "What kind of unpredictable martial arts." Have you ever seen him make a move? ”

The storyteller shook his head and smiled absently; "Of course I haven't seen it. The people who have seen it are definitely dead. ”

Words like "You're talking about a ghost" rang out.

Everyone let out a cheering voice, and some people said angrily: "Then you still say that martial arts are unpredictable?" It's a fart. ”

The storyteller said mysteriously, "Huh." I have news that I know the origin of this Gongziyu's martial arts. ”

As soon as these words came out, the cheering and scolding all stopped.

Everyone held their breath and waited for him to continue, but the storyteller coughed lightly, rubbed his hands together, and looked at the empty basin in front of them fixedly.

Everyone spat and knew that this guy was selling Guanzi to ask for money, but when they heard this, they could immediately hear the most secret in the martial arts. Spending some money is nothing.

Ding Ling, Ding Ling.

The storyteller heard the crisp sound of broken copper coins and silver rolling down into the empty basin, nodded with satisfaction, and he continued, "I have an old friend who has lived overseas for a long time, and he just knows Gongziyu's martial arts, which is likely to be passed down from the famous hero Shen Lang in the past.

Someone questioned at the moment: "Shen Daxia's divine skills are invincible. But at this time, I don't know how many years have passed since Shen Daxia's time in the rivers and lakes. Didn't you bully me and other ignorance? ”

The storyteller's head shook, his fingers tapped on the table, he made a tuk tuk sound, and said calmly: "Shen Daxia is dead, can't there be a secret book to pass on to the world?" ”

"That's right."

"Is it true?"

"It's just to listen to you. It is better to read than to listen to ten years of books, and to see and appreciate. ”

“”

When there were different opinions, there was a clear voice,

"What you said seems to make a lot of sense, and I'm speechless."

The storyteller squinted. It was a young man who was definitely not more than twenty years old.

At this time in late autumn, he was still in an elegant white shirt, and a purple belt seemed to be wrapped around his waist.

The young man's face was handsome, his skin was pale, like the best white jade carving, but his temperament was like that of a person who had held a high position and held authority for a long time, with indescribable majesty.

It's just that this originally majestic young man held Chu Chu's slender waist in his hands, and the beautiful girl was obviously a little embarrassed, and writhed uneasily, and the corners of the young man's mouth immediately opened a shallow smile, and two shallow whirlpools gradually appeared on his face.

The storyteller's eyes froze, and he saw a green dragon with teeth and claws tattooed on the collar of the beautiful girl, and he quietly glanced at someone in the crowd.

He took a deep breath and sighed: "After Gongzi Yu killed King Wanpeng, not only did even King Wanpeng's most beautiful concubine, the original hall master of Xiaopeng Hall, become his woman, but he also insisted on changing the name of the Twelve Feipeng Gang. ”

The crowd calmed down a little and asked, "What's the name?" ”

The storyteller stood up and said in an impassioned voice: "The Twelve Feipeng have existed in name only, and most of the old brothers of the Wanpeng King in the gang have also been cleaned up by Gongzi Yu using thunder methods, and the current Twelve Feipeng Gang has officially changed its name to the Green Dragon Society!" ”

"Blue Dragon Society!"

"What, Blue Dragon Society!?"

The storyteller's face gradually became solemn, and he said: "The Green Dragon Society has long been gradually annihilated, but Gongzi Yu is determined to reorganize the Blue Dragon Society, which has a total of three hundred and sixty-five altars, which corresponds to three hundred and sixty-five days in a year. ”

"In December, it corresponds to the twelve brand-new halls of the Blue Dragon Society, and there are four great managers in spring, summer, autumn and winter above the twelve halls, and the peerless swordsman Huangshan Sanyou, who is now the altar master of the seventh branch altar in early October. The original hall master of Xiaopeng Hall was the October hall master, and he was tortured and killed in the meeting! ”

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his voice went all the way up, even his breathing was a little scattered, and even the beard under his chin couldn't stop shaking.

"An organization can encompass three hundred and sixty-five in a year, and every day is a branch altar."

"How terrible is this organization?"

They don't even dare to think about the horror anymore.

It's just that there is no surprise, and a deep fear of the name Gongziyu rises in everyone's hearts.

The storyteller's eyes narrowed, and he paced slowly, and when he came to the young man with a slender waist in his palm, he bowed respectfully, and said loudly; "Wang Shutu, the seventh director of the Sunfu pigeon group, has seen the head of the Qinglong Society, Gongzi Yu, and the wife of the son, and the old man invites the two to go back to the Sun Mansion to talk!"

He spoke so loudly that everyone in the teahouse could hear him.

Then the crowd was in an uproar and shocked. This young man who sat quietly and listened to a book was the god-like Gongzi Yu?

The news exploded in everyone's minds like thunder.

At the same time, there was already a very regular sound of footsteps outside the door and the sound of swords unsheathed. (To be continued.) )