"Extra! Extra! The ship Ningbo sank in the Yongjiang River......"

"The recruits of the six towns of Beiyang have been trained, a total of 70,000 people!"

"All the merchants in Tianjin have pledged not to buy American goods from now on, and boycott foreign goods!!!"

……

On August 20th, it rained heavily.

Foshan.

Inside and outside the Golden Building, the lights are bright, illuminating the haze and rain.

Horse-drawn carriages came from all directions, filling half the street, and there were no less than a hundred or ten brothers and men guarding the carriages.

Three Sects and Nine Streams, Wumen Jianghu, Green Forest Merchant Gang...... A series of tall, short, fat and thin figures or brocade clothes, or plain clothes, there are also three or two dresses, umbrellas and fish into this splendid building.

The newsboy shouted at the top of his throat about the recent events, his little body was draped in a trimmed robe, wearing a hat, and a pair of soaked cloth shoes stepped on a puff of splashed water, rushed into the golden building, put a stack of newspapers on the wooden shelf at the door, and then took the reward as usual.

Looking at the people coming in and out, the newsboy snorted, his eyes lit up, this is a big day, you have to take a good look.

As soon as they entered the door, a few delicate girls twisted the slender waist of the water snake, shook their fans, and came over.

"Little mud monkey, come here, my sister hurts you!"

As soon as a few ridiculous and teasing explicit words came out, the newsboy's immature little face turned red into a monkey's buttocks, and he hurriedly took a few pieces of snacks and fled into the rain with his head buried, causing everyone behind him to laugh again and again.

Today, the Golden Building is no longer a flower building.

The whole of Foshan, Guangdong Province knows that eating, drinking, and having fun, what you want here, you can be vulgar and elegant, you can talk about big things, and you can also talk about rivers and lakes; The merchant gang talks business here, the three sects and the nine streams gather here, the black and white two do business here, and some people talk about enmity here.

Some people say that this is a gold cave, some people say that it is a hero's tomb, and some people say that it hides the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes.

That's why it's so, because there's a rule here.

The rules are small, and they bind themselves.

The rules are big, and they bind people.

What are the rules?

Rules are fists.

It is precisely because of the rules that this place is stable and fair.

Many people from the north who fled south to escape the disaster fled here.

It is heroic, and it is polite to enter; If it's a villain, hit it out; If you come in and burn and loot, come in vertically and go out horizontally.

Xu heard the newsboy's shouting, and the newspaper put down on the front foot and the back foot had been divided, so he asked for a cup of tea and sat aside to read it carefully.

On the zigzag wooden ladder, the charming girls are mostly leaning on the guardrail, shaking their fans to take a closer look, and smiling.

Upstairs and downstairs, now there are tables and stools for tea.

Only the third floor is special.

On the mouth, there was a person.

This is an authentic northern man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a thick black short mustache on his lips, a slightly old face, big eyes with fine light, a short hair with a long head, a sheathed knife pinned to his waist, black clothes and black boots, black pants and black socks, no fixed point reflection.

There was also a hairy monkey squatting on this person's shoulder, holding a fresh peach in his hand, very honest.

From time to time, the man reached out to touch the back of the hairy monkey's neck, but after reaching out, his eyes kept glancing at the back of others' necks, making people tremble.

This is old ginger.

He also fled from the north in recent years.

It is said that he avenged his father and mother, betrayed his life, provoked the enemy, and killed foreigners.

I had no intention of escaping here, but I ended up living in the old house with the owner of this building.

Most of the people who entered the building were entrenched on the first and second floors, drinking tea and chatting with people, or three or five people gathered together, closing their eyes and recuperating, waiting for big things.

There are very few people who can go up to the third floor.

After half a day's effort, only a dozen people went up.

"Here we go again!"

Suddenly, someone shouted outside the door.

Then I saw a carriage parked at the door.

The coachman lifted the curtain.

But when he saw a pair of shining lights, he looked forward to the eyes of God being the first to come out.

This man is thirty years old, with a majestic face, an arrogance between his eyebrows, an ape-backed bee waist, a steady step, a melon-skin hat, a black satin gown, a gray robe, and a jade wrench on the thumb of his right hand glowing delicately under the lamp.

The man was in front, followed by a half-grown boy and a little girl of five or six years old.

"Hey, this is the gossip head Gong Baotian...... Isn't it the commander of the guards? How did you come to the south? ”

"I heard that I have resigned."

……

During the discussion, there were several Bagua Sect disciples who walked in.

In front of everyone's eyes, Gong Baotian looked around, took out an invitation, said a few words to his daughter and a group of disciples, and went up to the third floor.

One after the other, someone rushed out of the rain.

Before the people entered, a big gun wrapped in the head of the gun first broke through the wind and rain and flew into the building, like a long dragon.

Everyone looked sideways, and they were not surprised.

There are few people who dare to bring weapons into the Golden Tower, what kind of immortal is this?

The big gun seemed to be flying, but it was actually in the hand of a person, because the barrel of the gun was too long, the man's pace was steady and fast, and in the blink of an eye he was at the door.

Everyone fixed their eyes, but saw that it was a short, barren middle-aged man, with an ordinary appearance, plain clothes, and nothing inconspicuous.

I was wondering when I heard an exclamation.

"Ahh Sharpshooter Li Shuwen! ”

As soon as the word "magic spear" came out, everyone in the martial arts sect was taken aback.

This is a domineering commodity that is rampant and has not met an opponent, how can he also come to the south.

The middle-aged thin man said nothing, only threw the big gun into the big teapot that greeted the guests, and said "look at it", and the person had already gone upstairs with his hands behind his back.

It's half a bag of cigarettes again.

A black umbrella emerges from the rain.

The person under the umbrella is tall, dressed in a Tang costume, with long braids hanging down his back, and his face is actually painted with the oil paint of the play, like crying and laughing, with pink lips.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, the person who came took the umbrella and stepped upstairs.

And after a long time.

"Chen Ye is here!"

Someone shouted outside the door.

Upstairs and downstairs, they all looked towards the door.

After a while, three people came out of the rain.

The wind and rain were dense, and when the first person appeared, it was like sheltering from the wind and rain, blocking the rain behind him.

This man was in a strange shape, tall and majestic, wearing a green coat, with his sleeves pulled up, his shirt open, and his thick black hair parted in the middle, like a lion's mane, scattered over his shoulders. What is particularly impressive is the eyes of this person, dark and deep, sinking like an ancient well, but they seem to hide the stormy waves, and have a charm that is different from ordinary people.

This is an unusual pair of knife eyes, seemingly calm, but there is a kind of unruly madness, accustomed to drooping eyelids to look at people.

The cheeks of the visitor are slightly sallow, the cheek contours are stiff, and the lights are shining, like a bronze statue that has stepped down.

Unlike the usual handsome man, this person is filled with a fierce masculine aura between his gestures, which is difficult to take away.

What a fierce man.

The man holds an umbrella in his right hand, and there are women and children under the umbrella.

The woman is beautiful, tall, wearing a cheongsam, a pair of fox eyes are cold and charming, a slender waist is not like a woman, and the white deception is full of charm.

The little baby was held in the arms of a woman, with a tiger head and a tiger brain, wearing a tiger head hat and tiger head shoes, and was looking around curiously.

Seeing this person, everyone upstairs and downstairs got up, clasped their fists and saluted, and greeted.

"Master Chen!"

"I've seen Chen Ye!"

"Master Chen!"

……