Wang Biao lowered his head and looked at the bowl of wine in front of him, feeling that the weather tonight was really uncomfortable.

It's stuffy and breathless.

In fact, the weather in Xuanyang City tonight is excellent, above the night dome, dotted with stars, since the rain for many days a few days ago, the city has been sunny for several days. Xuanyang is located in the north of the mainland, and the spring of March should be the most pleasant time.

The dreary atmosphere did not come from the weather, but from the people in front of him.

Xuanyang City is the largest city in the Great Xia Dynasty and has the most people, where there are people, there will be rivers and lakes, and the gangs in Xuanyang City are naturally the largest gangs in the whole Xia Kingdom.

There is a long river and a big lake, but it can be represented in two words.

North and South.

Originally, there were a lot of small fish and shrimp in the rivers and lakes of Xuanyang, and it was a place where people of mixed religions and religions should gather. In recent years, those small gangs that have not had a good climate have withdrawn from the stage of history in the struggle, and they have either been annexed or simply disappeared in the huge capital. So far, there are only two big gangs left, one south and one north.

The Southern Gang, the Northern Gang, few people now know why these two families have such vulgar names. According to the ideas of ordinary people, since they are mixed with the rivers and lakes, and their names are their heads and faces, why can't they take a domineering and majestic one? No one knows what the leaders of these two gangs think, but people know that, as the literal meaning suggests, the two gangs are now bounded by Chaoyang Street in the center of the city, one south and one north, occupying their respective spheres of influence.

Although the two gangs often have some friction because of business interests, and sometimes even serious enough to step on each other, this friction has always been well controlled within a certain range. For many years, there has been a delicate balance between the Southern and Northern Gang that has been there to maintain a delicate balance.

However, just a few days ago, this balance was upset.

On a dark and windy night, a person died in a certain street in the south of the city.

Many people die every day in Xuanyang City, some die of illness, some are murdered, some die from fights, and a human life is no different from grass mustard in front of those big people who are used to seeing strong winds and rains. But this time it was a little different, the second leader of the Southern Gang and the leader of the gang, Ouyang Sheng's worship brother Du Lao Er, died unexpectedly, and his death was extremely tragic, he was cut off by a cultivator's flying sword, and his throat was cut.

Du Lao Er died before dawn came, and the rising sun of that day seemed to be dyed with a faint layer of blood.

Human life is really fragile and worthless, and Du Lao Er has been living a beautiful life in the first forty years of his life. But before he died, he realized that it was also an easy thing for his scenery to be taken away. So he died, leaving behind his elderly mother, wife and children, and then he was gone, but there were thousands of waves behind him.

It's just that in an instant, the anger of thousands of people in the Southern Gang was ignited, and no one could accept that their deputy gang leader ended up with such a bleak ending.

No one said that this matter was involved in the Northern Gang, and no one could prove that this matter was even directly done by the people of the Northern Gang, but in the eyes of the people in the Southern Gang, the evidence is just a joke.

On the rivers and lakes, it is a fist.

So, very naturally, in the streets and alleys of Xuanyang City, there were countless rush incidents, and for several days, there was already an intensifying drive.

Wang Biao can behave arrogantly in front of all the people in the south of the city on weekdays, but he is only a small person in the southern gang, and he also understands his status. So he didn't understand why on an occasion like today, the eldest brother's eldest brother would call him before leaving, and what he didn't understand was that a minion like him actually had the opportunity to stand so close to the leader of the Southern Gang tonight.

Tonight, at this moment, the top figures of the two groups of north and south all gathered in the elegant room on the top floor of the Tilting Cloud Pavilion.

For Wang Biao, a figure like Ouyang Sheng can already be regarded as an absolute big man, and the height reached by Ouyang Gang Leader may also be a realm that is difficult for him to achieve with a lifetime of effort.

From the moment they entered the Tilting Cloud Pavilion, almost all of them had not spoken.

The big guys didn't speak, and those small characters like Wang Biao didn't have the opportunity and qualifications to speak.

Because of his nervousness, Wang Biao felt that his breathing was a little difficult, and he wanted to turn his head to see his eldest brother's expression now, but he didn't dare to make any movements at the moment. He could feel a lot of sweat oozing from his forehead and the back of his neck, but he still didn't dare reach out to wipe it.

He looked down at the delicacies and wine on the table, his eyes glazed, and he thought in his heart: When will this boiling scene end?

Not far from him, sat a very tall and fat man.

His surname is Ouyang, a single famous resort, and his identity is the leader of the Southern Gang.

Ouyang Sheng was obviously sitting at this time, but he could let others see at a glance that he was very tall, that was because although he was sitting there seriously, he was almost about to reach the same height as the person next to him.

He was fat, and the fat on his chin was piled up layer by layer, making people wonder if he would be able to walk if he stood up.

But there may be people who doubt these trivial things, but no one who worries about his ability in other areas.

Because in the era when the Southern Gang was not called the Southern Gang, when Ouyang Sheng had less than ten subordinates at hand, he was already famous. Every day there will be strong winds and rains on the rivers and lakes, and when a big wave rises, countless ships will turn over and sink; once the wind and clouds are born, countless people will be forgotten.

But the people who followed Ouyang Sheng's boat have now lived a life of fine clothes and food.

Ouyang Sheng is a fat man, but he is a very powerful fat man.

He sat there silently, not saying a word, his eyes the size of mung beans narrowed, almost impossible to find in the fat face. No one knows what he's looking at, what he's thinking.

Only Ouyang Sheng himself knew, he didn't look at anything, because there was no one here worthy of his attention at the moment.

At this time, in the private room on the top floor of the Tilting Cloud Pavilion, there were at least hundreds of people sitting or standing. It's just that since this private room is from the handiwork of the Tilting Cloud Pavilion, it is not to mention that it is magnificent, even if hundreds of strong men are in the same room, it will not look crowded.

Among these hundreds of people, there are the gang leaders and deputy gang leaders of the Southern Gang, as well as a number of leaders and thugs, and there are also many ruthless characters like Qi Lao Liu in the Northern Gang. However, the only person in the Northern Gang who was qualified to talk directly to Ouyang Sheng, and their gang leader was not present.

The night breeze came from the window.

In the private room, those exquisite tables were full of all kinds of fine wine and dishes, but no one moved.

Ouyang Sheng has always considered himself a very patient person, but even so, it is difficult for him to endure the current situation. He had been sitting here for half an hour, but the fact that the man who had offered to talk to him did not show up, made him feel like a fool who had been fooled.

"It seems that Murong Feng's guy doesn't have the sincerity to solve the problem. ”

After being silent for a long time, Ouyang Sheng finally spoke.

When he spoke, he revealed a little confidence, a little impatience, and no respect for his opponent.

Qi Lao Liu, who was irritable in the past, was surprisingly quiet tonight, and when he heard the fat man speak, he just barely squeezed out a smile from his face and said, "Our helper is still on the way." ”

Qi Lao Liu was laughing, but that didn't mean he was happy. On the contrary, he was very annoyed at the moment, because the fat man with a big belly actually called the gang leader he admired "that guy".

Ouyang Sheng knew what he thought, but he didn't care, he just laughed and said: "I always thought that the Northern Gang could develop to this point, and even after fighting with us for so many years, it still hasn't fallen, Murong Feng should have some ability, but on such an important occasion today, he actually gave me a late time, it is inevitable that he doesn't understand the rules." ”

Qi Lao Liu's face suddenly sank.

"It doesn't matter if he doesn't come, I'm sitting here in person, the Northern Gang doesn't even have a role that can call the shots, I can only suspect that you don't plan to go back to the Yellow River." ”

Qi Lao Liu's face became more and more gloomy, but it was not easy to attack Ouyang Sheng at will, because he understood that it was not an easy task for the two gangs of the north and south to gather together tonight. Although they are very willing to drop a few stones while the South Gang falls into the well, it is not cost-effective if the other party desperately bites it for this small profit.

They are sitting here today, and they are supposed to solve the problem. In fact, he vaguely realized that if the two gangs continued to fight like this, the real bigwigs in the court would also be alarmed.

Ouyang ...... Gang leader, you also know that we don't have a deputy gang leader in the North Gang, since the gang leader is not here, how dare a small character like us speak casually?"

Ouyang Sheng was a little impatient when he heard this, and waved his fan-like fat hand in the air, as if he wanted to drive away an annoying fly, and said in disgust: "Give you another half an hour, if Murong Feng doesn't come again, then he won't have to use it!"

The position next to Ouyang Sheng's left hand was empty, which was the place where Du Lao Er should be sitting, and on the right hand side, there was a middle-aged man with a blue face, his surname was Tang Mingcheng, and he was another deputy gang leader of the Southern Gang.

Tang Cheng wasn't sick, his blue face was the result of practicing some special exercises.

He is a cultivator of the distraction realm, and he is also one of the most important reliance of the Southern Gang.

Because of that strange face, others couldn't see his expression clearly, he put his hands on his knees, and said with gloomy eyes: "Murong Feng doesn't come, you don't have to go." ”

This sentence was very cold, but it was not funny, because what Tang Cheng, everyone present, said represented the meaning of Ouyang Sheng and even the entire Southern Gang.

The Northern Gang was present at this time, except for the five people who were sitting side by side with Qi Lao Liu, there were only more than ten gray-clothed gangsters, if the people of the Southern Gang wanted to do it, it was obvious that all of them would have to explain here today.

Qi Lao Liu's face tightened, and his gaze in front of him was like a sharp arrow, but he didn't answer again.

The moment Tang Cheng's voice fell, the atmosphere in the audience was like a string that was suddenly tightened, and the string would break with just a trace of strength.

If the strings are broken, the piano will naturally be ruined.

If the piano is destroyed, people will die.

Qi Lao Liu is not afraid of death, but he also doesn't want to die unexplained and die a nest.

So he can't continue to speak, so he has to wait for someone who is qualified to speak to appear.

The night is like a drop of ink in the water, getting thicker and thicker, the people outside the building are boiling, lively as usual, and the silk and bamboo music downstairs is still very pleasant.

At this moment, the downstairs song was played, and another song was played.

The sound of the piano is like mountains and flowing water, falling on everyone's hearts in the audience, which is very beautiful.

Qi Lao Liu subconsciously looked at the door of the elegant room.

The next moment, the boy and the swordsman appeared there.