How did Shen Yigong come over this year?

Let's go back to the middle of winter 1922.

The Huo family is doing a funeral. The eldest man of the Huo family died, and he also died on the night of the winter solstice.

This is the way of the world, some people die and break the mat, roll up the mass grave, and bury it, and the funeral team is all money, and the poor can't afford to spend it at all. But some people died, stopped for seven days, and some people mourned every day, and the filial son and filial daughter held Yuan Datou in their hands and cried for the ground, and went in and out of the wreath in all kinds of glorious style. Someone outside brought tea and poured water to respond, and someone inside arranged to support and see him off.

Women kneel in front of the church to burn paper money, and men gather by the door to smoke cigarettes. There were many people who came to see off Master Huo, and many of them were local figures. The old man has been a bachelor all his life, and the Ming media is marrying no wife, but a group of little lovers are kneeling there with handkerchiefs and crying miserably. Below him was a merry species who had been recognized from the outside more than ten years ago, and he was standing at the door at this moment—it was Huo Zuo.

Huo Zuo, like his father, was accustomed to wearing a long shirt, wearing linen and filial piety, leaning against the door frame, holding a cigarette in his hand. This man is nearly thirty years old, thin and tall, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that are cold and cold, and his face always reveals a contemptuous indifference. His brother Cheng Changyu stood aside and said, "You cry twice and pretend to be a filial son." ”

Huo Zuo dusted off his cigarette ashes, glanced at him with contempt, and looked up at the skylight outside: "If you don't go, it's time to dawn." ”

None of the men around him spoke.

Huo Zuo threw the cigarette on the ground and twisted it with his foot: "What about the whistle." ”

Cheng Changyu is short, and when he talks to Huo Zuo, his head is always high, and the two of them stand there like wolves and dogs. He said, "Watch, the old man has made someone like that, and the brothers are waiting for you to say a word." Those little deflated three can't run. ”

Huo Zuo said, "Take the knife." ”

When the people on the side heard this, they immediately ran away, and after a while, they trotted to Huo Zuo with a knife. Huo Zuo pulled out the two short knives and looked at them under the lamplight, then retracted them into the sheath and said, "Mother Xu." ”

The woman who looked like a butler heard the sound. Huo Zuo advised: "Before taking care of the hall, a few uncles should arrive, and you can entertain them." I'll be back soon. ”

Mother Xu is about the same age as Master Huo, with white sideburns and a bun. She held a felt vest and put her feet on Huo Zuo: "I know, young master, it's snowing outside, don't catch a cold." ”

"Well, I'm sorry for you, Mother Xu."

Huo Zuo stretched out his hand and hugged Xu's mother, and cast his eyes on a few brothers beside him, and the group of men dressed in linen and filial piety walked towards the door in a cry.

The car outside had already been parked, and as soon as the people arrived, they drove away, and a group of people went to Waipu in a mighty way. What I was looking for was Xiao Qisan, who shot Old Man Huo last night.

Old Man Huo is not a master, he is an old poisonous snake that is most familiar with under the hands of Qin Ye of the Green Dragon Society. Helping people work hard makes a lot of money, but this day is not precarious, and no one can say for sure when something happens. On the winter solstice last night, Old Man Huo received an order to catch a group of smuggling little red guys, and he didn't need to go out in person for this matter, just hand it over to Huo Zuo, but after checking, that place is Huajie, and there will be friction with Qinglong, so the old man thought about it and took someone himself.

Huo Congyi took people out at seven o'clock in the evening, and in the middle of the night, he was carried back to the old house. Huo Zuo collected the body for him, first reported to the boss, and then gathered the brothers.

Huo Zuo sat in the passenger seat, and Cheng Changyu drove. He clutched an unlit cigarette in his hand. Cheng Changyu glanced at the expression on his face through the rearview mirror: "What?" ”

Huo Zuo said: "Didn't the old man call me to the bedside before he took his last breath." ”

"What did I tell you?"

There are only two of them in this car, Cheng Changyu is his small and life-threatening friendship, there is nothing to hide, Huo Zuo also said truthfully: "He told me that he killed people and lost his conscience in this business, and he didn't have an asshole when he gave birth to a son, and he still expected to have a young man as big as me?" ”

Glancing at the scenery whistling outside the car window, he said lightly: "How can I be his son." ”

Cheng Changyu snorted: "He looks like he thinks you don't know." ”

"What if you know? To hug your father's thigh? The old man must have begged me to adopt me, and he didn't want me to recognize him at all. What do you think he has done to defend me? In other words, no matter which little deflated three is in front of him, he can please him more than me. Huo's left thumb rubbed on the handle of the knife, and sighed lightly, "Being a man is so boring, early death and early superbirth, the old man can still think about it." ”

The car drove all the way along the Huangpu River, Cheng Changyu turned on the big headlights to shine on the snow, and he reminded Huo Zuo: "We have arrived." ”

Huo Zuo waited for the car to stop in front of the bathhouse, ripped off the black cloth wrapped around the double knife, and got out of the car. A car parked behind him, and the bastards in black stood by the car waiting for him to give an order. Huo Zuo put the cigarette in his mouth, and Cheng Changyu hurriedly came over and polished the match to help him light it: "What do you say, big brother?" ”

Huo Zuo took a deep breath, waited for the cold chill mixed with nicotine to sink into his lungs, and slowly spit it out again before he ordered: "Don't leave any of the Leopard Gang." Let the old man know that we are juniors or honor him. ”

Cheng Changyu got the order and turned around and beckoned to the brothers: "Let's go in!" ”

Looking at Huo Zuo again, he was still leaning on the side of the car and smoking, and the two knives did not move. Cheng Changyu got closer, and he said, "The old man is the gun here, so let them pay off their debts here." ”

When the other party heard this, he agreed: "I will definitely keep those two little deflated three for you to drive outside!" ”

As soon as Huo Zuo's convoy arrived, all the people who were going to enter the bathhouse were dispersed, and everyone recognized that these people in black shirts were not easy to mess with. Among the scattered people, only one guy remained motionless in the corner. Sitting in the snow, there were five or six empty bottles with two pots scattered around.

Shen Yigong fell to the root of the wall without bones like an earthworm, saw the battle in front of the bathhouse, poured a sip of liquor into his mouth, and said to himself vaguely: "Fight, kill, the harder the fight, the better!" ”

He turned his head sideways, his vain eyes swept the street, there were few people at the door, and among those who tilted their heads and squinted their eyes, it was the man with a straight figure who was the most eye-catching. When Shen Yigong cast his gaze, the other party was also looking at him, and there was disdain and indifference in his eyes, and he didn't take his beggar-like kid in his eyes at all. Shen Yigong clutched the wine bottle in his hand, and his cold and numb heart faintly felt pain.

Huo Zuo also casually caught a glimpse of the dirty rat-like beggar under the wall, sitting in the snow in thin clothes, with drunk wine bottles on the left and right. This kind of person is not uncommon in Shanghai, and several can freeze to death in one night in winter. He glanced past the boy and then turned his gaze back, and heard a commotion inside, and pressed the hilt of the knife with his right and left hands.

There was a sound of beating and killing in the bathhouse, and a few muffled sounds, like human flesh smashing on the cold ground. Huo Zuo stood outside the door, watching three or five people rushing out in a hurry, with a piece of clothing on their bodies, and when the cold wind blew out of the house, they all curled up like shrimp bows, and saw Huo Zuo forcing himself to straighten his waist again: "The surname Huo has already died, and you don't want to die?" ”

Huo Zuo didn't speak, and he probably couldn't speak when he could use a knife. It's not good to be deflated as soon as you open your mouth. Although he did not speak, the two twin knives were already unsheathed. Xiao Qisan, who was standing in front of the door, pretended to be tough and laughed: "Okay! It turns out that the son surnamed Huo is a mute! ”

Before he could finish speaking, the mute rushed over and slashed his throat.

Huo Zuo wiped the blood on the knife with his sleeve, and his legs arched slightly to stare at the other two people. His knife was quick, faster than the blood could be left from a wound.

Shen Yigong just wanted to see the two sides fight, who thought that this battle would be over in the blink of an eye. He was so drunk that he stared at the man in a long robe and two double knives, and after putting the man down left and right, he wiped the blood from the knife and raised his feet into the house.

Shen Yigong was stunned for a while, stood up against the wall, and staggered forward.

Huo Zuo killed the person and stepped into the bathhouse. The owner of the bathhouse walked up to him trembling under the support of others: "We, we are doing a small business, there is really no way to ...... You, you ......"

Huo Zuo didn't say anything first, just put away the knife and handed it to his subordinates, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the old man's sweat: "Don't worry, say it slowly." ”

The owner of the bathhouse was calm, but his face still had to cry: "We are in a small business, and the leopard gang forced us to take this for ourselves, and I have no choice, what happens here has nothing to do with me!" ”

Huo Zuo's big hands pressed on the head of the bathhouse owner: "Then we drove the leopard gang away, did we help you?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Great help! ”

"You should repay you for doing you such a great favor?"

"This ......"

"Even if you forget about the money, it's not easy to see you. In the future, the shares of the Leopard Gang will be changed to us, okay? ”

The bathhouse owner's face turned pale, and he looked left and right at the more and more people gathered in front of the hall, gritted his teeth and replied, "Okay!" ”

Huo Zuo patted his greasy fat face: "That's fine." ”

Chong glanced left and right, raised his feet and turned to walk out. He left, and it was Cheng Changyu's turn to take the document and come over and hug the bathhouse owner's shoulder and said with a smile: "Since you have negotiated with our eldest brother, let's sign this document, don't deny it!" ”

As soon as Huo Zuo stepped out of the threshold, he saw someone rushing over and kneeling in front of him: "I want to learn kung fu from you." ”

A foul smell came to his face, Huo Zuo kicked the beggar in the chest without thinking about it, seeing him vomit on the ground with blood mixed with wine, but he stubbornly knelt down and kowtowed to him: "I can do anything, as long as you can teach me!" I can really do anything! ”

Cheng Changyu came out after signing with the owner of the bathhouse at this time, looked down and saw such a little beggar kowtowing, and took out a few copper coins and threw them on the ground with some impatience: "Okay, okay, don't kowtow, if you should find a place to sleep in the middle of the night!" ”

Kick people away for Huo Zuo and let him get into the car.

Shen Yigong ignored those, only kowtowed vigorously and shouted: "Please, take me as an apprentice, I can do anything as a cow and a horse, as long as you can teach me!" Please! Please! ”

The others walked past him without even looking at him. Cheng Changyu got into the car with "bad luck" in his mouth, and muttered when he closed the car door: "Where did Xiao Qisan come from, he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and he still came to worship you as a teacher?" ”

He started the car and joked with Huo Zuo.

"I don't look at what I am, I still want to learn kung fu with this little body? Dream on! What a little deflated three. ”

The person who had been silent in the passenger seat suddenly spoke: "Fall back." ”

"What?"

"Reverse the car."

At this time, Changyu was stunned: "Big brother, you don't really plan to accept that little deflated three, right?" ”

Having said that, Cheng Changyu still listened to his words and turned around and drove back. The car stopped again in front of the steps of the bathhouse, and Huo Zuo glanced at Cheng Changyu before opening the door: "Didn't you say it, that's a little deflated three." "Just get out of the car.

Shen Yigong was still kneeling with his head down, only to see a pair of thick leather boots in front of him.

The owner of the leather boots spoke: "You can learn, but from now on your life will be mine." ”