Early the next morning, Yue Buqun came to the hall to eat without a hurry with a package on his back and a long sword in his hand, but he saw at a glance that He Jin, the young gang leader of the Xianyang Gang, was already standing at the table where Yue Buqun was sitting against the window at dinner yesterday.

With a raised brow, Yue Buqun ignored He Jin and sat straight to his place, "Xiao Er, serve some steamed bun soup!"

He Jin was not annoyed, but waved his hand quite imposingly, "Xiao Er, quickly serve a table of signature dishes to the hero, and count it in my account!"

"Hehe," Yue Buqun didn't appreciate it at all, his fingers flicked the Taoist robe on his body, and snorted coldly, "Poor vegetarian!"

He Jin's expression froze, and he smiled a little forcefully, "Haha, why should the hero be based on He and thousands of miles away..."

Yue Buqun didn't bother to look at him, picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, put it to his lips, and sniffed it quietly,

"Nothing to do, be courteous, either treacherous or thief!"

After making sure that the tea had no peculiar smell, Yue Buqun touched his lips slightly, touched the tip of his tongue, and there was no sour and numb feeling, so he drank it all!

Immediately, ignoring He Jin's ugly face, Yue Buqun continued to say lightly, "Actually, what you think Yue can guess even with your toes, it's nothing more than befriending someone Yue first, and then use someone Yue's martial arts to help you defeat the Qin Wang Gang and occupy the territory of Xi'an!"

This is also the reason why Yue Buqun refused He Jin's goodwill last night, not that Yue Buqun was arrogant, but that when Yue Buqun was fighting with the two leaders of the King Qin Gang, he had already discovered that there was a group of people hiding in the dark and peeping, but their martial arts were low and they were not a threat to themselves, so Yue Buqun didn't care. And after Yue Buqun killed the two leaders of the Qin Wang Gang, He Jin went straight up to make friends, and Yue Buqun understood that the person who had just spied on him must be He Jin and his men! In view of He Jin's behavior of hiding his head and tail, and plotting against him, Yue Buqun didn't bother to pay attention to him at all!

At this time, He Jin once again took the initiative to stick his cold ass with his hot face, and Yue Buqun found that this person was quite a bit of a diplomatic think tank type like 'Shen Gong Leopard', Tianlong Babu 'Quan Guanqing', and 'Chen Youliang', although He Jin's "Taoism" may not be as good as the previous three predecessors, but among the Jianghu people who tend to solve all problems by fighting and killing, and draw their swords against each other if they disagree, they are also a rare shrewd and capable diplomatic talent!

"It's just," Yue Buqun's face was strange, and he looked at He Jin playfully, "I'm afraid your wishful thinking will be broken from the beginning!"

"The hero misunderstood... He is a sincere friend..." He Jin had a straight face, clear eyes, and was not in a hurry.

Yue Buqun didn't seem to hear or see anything, his eyes stared at the teacup in his hand in a daze, as if he wanted to see the flowers outside the cup, which embarrassed He Jin, who was racing his acting skills!

After drying He Jin for a while, Yue Buqun looked at him with interest, word by word,

"This seat is not a group, the contemporary head of the Huashan faction!"

He Jin's reluctant smile froze on his face, and he was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, and immediately smiled again, "It turned out to be Master Yue, I have been looking up for a long time!"

"Now," Yue Buqun ignored He Jin's courteous compliment, and said to himself, "Do you still want Yue to help you fight for Xi'an City?"

Xi'an and Xianyang used to be the territory of the Huashan faction!

"Master Yue is laughing, laughing..." He Jin's smile did not decrease, but he secretly scolded in his heart, this time he was embarrassed and lost, and he won over others to grab other people's own territory in front of the main owner, and it was really the pigs all over the world who laughed!

Yue Buqun secretly admired He Jin's cheekiness, compared with him, he was still too shy!

At this time, Xiao Er put the steamed bun soup in front of Yue Buqun, and the signature dish of big fish and meat was placed in front of He Jin, with a smile on his face, "Slow use of the guest officer!"

Yue Buqun and He Jin glanced at Xiao Er's background in unison, and couldn't laugh or cry, this Xiao Er really knows how to do business! Especially He Jin, the taste of being wronged is not very good!

Yue Buqun picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it gently, "Let's talk about your Xianyang Gang, I'm quite curious, you can't even beat those garbage gangs of the King Qin Gang, why do you occupy Xianyang City?"

He Jin also picked up the chopsticks and ate the meal in front of him, and replied casually, "Actually, our Xianyang Gang is about the same strength as their Qinwang Gang, but half of our gangs are guarding the Xianyang Lair, and less than half of the people who brought in this fight with the Qinwang Gang are not enough, and there are no masters, so they will be defeated by the Qinwang Gang!"

Yue Buqun took a sip of green onion and green vegetable soup and looked at He Jin with disdain, "Wouldn't your Xianyang gang be ordinary pig killers?"

"Hehe..." He Jin laughed dryly, "Let Master Yue laugh, our small gangs are not as good as the famous factions in Huashan, the Xianyang Gang and the Qinwang Gang only have one or two little masters, and they can't get into the eyes of Master Yue!"

Yue Buqun looked He Jin up and down, "Your martial arts are not very good, then the master of your Xianyang Gang is your father?"

He Jin was slightly embarrassed, "My father's martial arts are low, he is not a master, and our father and son are just mixing and eating on the road in Xianyang, if Master Yue goes to Xianyang, our father and son will be grandly entertained..."

"Hmph!" Yue Buqun disdained, "Once Yue arrives in Xianyang, I'm afraid your father and son won't be in the mood to entertain!"

He Jin pretended not to understand, "Why did Master Yue say this?"

"Hehe, why do you say this?" Yue Buqun's eyes flashed, and he was categorical, "Xianyang was originally Huashan's, even if you occupy it for a while now, Huashan will have to be recovered sooner or later in the future, so why do you need your father and son to entertain this head of the sect when he goes to his own territory?"

He Jin's face couldn't help but turn cold, "Huashan is no longer what it used to be, I'm afraid that Master Yue can't reach it!"

"Li Lingzhi is dizzy!" Yue Buqun narrowed his eyes lightly and said lightly, "There is a way that is a blind eye, and you can't see Mount Tai! Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan is not an ordinary gang qualified to get involved!"

If Huashan rises again, with Huashan's tremendous prestige in Guanzhong for several hundred years, you will not have any advantage, and the Guanzhong martial arts will naturally still have the final say on Huashan! If Huashan falls, the Songshan faction in Henan and Heimuya in Hebei will definitely compete for Guanzhong once they pull out their hands. When the time comes, you local snakes will be the first targets of the two forces to clean up, and with your Xianyang Gang, a rabble, you still want to resist the Songshan faction and the Demon Sect?"

Looking at He Jin's ugly face, Yue Buqun hit mercilessly, "If you say that the mantis arm is a car, it is all to lift you..."

The chopsticks in his hand froze in mid-air, and He Jin was not angry, "It's a big deal that my Xianyang Gang has taken refuge in them..."

"Hahaha..." Yue Buqun laughed loudly, extremely disdainful, "Do you think that the Demon Sect and the Songshan Sect are short of people? The pig killer will also want it? The peripheral forces under the command of others can easily drown you, don't those ** masters who have taken refuge in them want to occupy a territory and make a fortune? Don't the relatives of their own masters want to find a city to manage the city? Xianyang City is a great place!"

Sighing softly, Yue Buqun stared at He Jin with a smile, "I don't know if your father and son's martial arts are so high that they dare not mess with them?" Or is your father and son related to them?"

He Jin's face was pale, and he couldn't eat any signature dishes of big fish and meat, put down his chopsticks, and arched his hand slightly, "Master Yue's words are deafening, He Mou remembered it and said goodbye!"

Looking at the back of He Jin hurrying away with a large group of Xianyang gangs, Yue Buqun smiled lightly, the seeds have been planted, and the real world will naturally let him sprout and grow, and he is waiting for the harvest!

After drinking the clear soup in the bowl, Yue Buqun settled the money for room and board at the counter, went out and got on the healthy horse brought by Xiao Er, and galloped towards Xi'an City!

Lintong is not far from Xi'an, Yue Buqun urged the horse to arrive at the gate of Xi'an city for more than an hour, but although Xi'an has successively done the capital of the thirteen dynasties, but also suffered from war, repeatedly destroyed, today's Xi'an City is the Hongwu Emperor ordered the local reconstruction after the founding of the country, even if it is slightly larger than the general city, but there is no capital spirit. In this era, most of the cities were similar in appearance, and Yue Buqun was too lazy to look at them, so he directly led the horse into the city.

Picking a good inn casually, Yue Buqun hurriedly took a bath in the place of the inn, changed into a clean cyan robe, put all the letters in the package in his arms or sleeves, and prepared to visit the objects of the letters one by one according to the size of the right to speak for the imperial examination!

As soon as he stepped out of the door of the inn, Yue Buqun faintly found that someone was following, and then he made a random detour to two streets with few people, and he was sure that someone was following, but his light skills were too poor, and his hidden kung fu was not very good!

In this way, Yue Buqun also understood which force's spies it was, and pouted disdainfully,

"If you love it, follow it, Dao Ye will take you shopping on the street!"

In an old mansion in the west of Xi'an, Zheng Liu, who had reluctantly changed from a pig killer to a gang member, was tremblingly waiting for the call of the leader of the Qin Wang Gang, and the beard on his face not only failed to add the slightest majesty to him, but trembled with the muscles of his cheeks, making him look more and more cringe.

Seeing waves of spies coming in and out, it was finally Zheng Liu's turn to be summoned in.

"Raise your head..."

A majestic order made Zheng Liu raise his head obediently without thinking, and a bald head of Cheng Liang occupied all of Zheng Liu's eyes.

The gang leader of King Qin, who was in his thirties, caressed the old scar on his bald head, and was covered in a black leather suit, full of a compelling aura, which made Zheng Liu more and more humble.

"Listen to the thin man, you were the first to fight the Taoist priest who killed the three hall masters last night..."

Zheng Liu couldn't help but once again perform his unique skills of relying on him to survive in the gang until now, knelt down with a plop, and immediately cried, "Helper, woo... The villain should be damned, the villain has disgraced the gang leader..."

“·····” The leader of the Qin King gang couldn't help but be stunned, and secretly sighed, I've seen a soft one, but I've never seen such a soft one, "You tell me what happened that day, just start when you enter the door, well, tell me about his movements in detail..."

Zheng Liu once again gave full play to his expertise of knowing everything and saying everything.

"Hmm!" the gang leader listened to Zheng Liu's rambling narration, and couldn't help rubbing the scars on his bald head again, "Meditate... A palm slap the scrap iron knife..."

Gradually ignoring Zheng Liu's verbosity, the helper fell into deep thought by himself, and it took a while to come back to his senses, "Internal strength... Palm·· A sword seals the throat... He's a master!"

"You go down..."

Zheng Liuru was pardoned and withdrew from the lobby with a smile. Looking back at the plaque on the door beam of the lobby, the blood-red "Black Tiger Hall" big characters made Zheng Liu's heart tremble, and he couldn't help but be silently desolate, when was the day when he was pretending to be a grandson everywhere like this?

Poor me, Lao Zheng, just want to be a pig killer in peace!

Also thinking about it in this way is Yue Buqun's classmate, who has visited more than a dozen academic and political officials related to the imperial examination in a row as a "post-school and late advance", and Yue Buqun has already pretended to be a grandson to vomit!

If it weren't for this low voice, it would also be a rare experience of life, which was conducive to Hongchen's refining of the heart, and Yue Buqun would have picked on it a long time ago.

I have never hated the "sour" energy of the readers of this era so much, Yue Buqun came with them, Wen Crepe went, Wen Crepe went, so sour that he went back to the inn and lay on the bed, his head was still full of crepe, compared to counting sheep, this sour and dizzy feeling made Yue Buqun fall asleep faster!