Chu Yunqing was woken up by the sound of knocking on the door.

The door of the courtyard was banged, ducks and geese were quacking in all directions, and the barking of dogs resounded throughout the neighborhood, drowning out Li Er's shouting like a male duck's voice.

Normally, not to mention such a knock on the door, or even a dog barking, Chu Yunqing would open his eyes immediately.

But tonight, I slept really deeply.

He opened his eyes, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared just for a moment. He got up from the bed, grabbed his clothes and put them on while walking.

The sky was still dark and the moonlight was a little thin.

Chu Yunqing opened the door. Outside the courtyard door stood Li Er with an anxious look on his face, and there were several brothers following him at the entrance of the alley.

"Brother Qing'er, you're finally awake." Li Er looked confused.

Chu Yunqing's eyes darkened slightly. He knew that although this guy was timid, he rarely made such a big mistake. He thought something serious had happened within the gang.

And at this juncture, it seems that the only thing that can be called a major event is...

"Is it Gang Leader Shi?" Chu Yunqing whispered.

Li Er's eyes were startled, and then he nodded sharply, his voice low and urgent, "The gang leader is dead!"

Even though Chu Yunqing had vaguely guessed it, he was still shocked when it was confirmed.

Shi Chongshan, the leader of the Yuanxing Gang, was born in a rough age, but in his early years he received two lost talismans left by his predecessors in the cave, and with his martial arts skills, he could be said to be a man of great opportunity.

At his age, he should be like an ordinary person at thirty, which is the year of the dragon and tiger. However, he contracted an illness in the spring of this year, and it turned out to be an incurable disease.

It was a strange thing that the patriarch who was originally made of copper and cast iron was defeated, and the patriarch who suppressed the entire Taiyuan City like an iron tower became bedridden.

After all, not only is this disease a strange one, it is also an unprecedented emergency.

And now, he is dead like this?

You must know that when Yan Hongran went to the capital, he was ordered to ask the old miracle doctor of Qingjing Sect. At that time, Mu Chunsheng, one of the gang leaders and the only "Huotong judge" who was proficient in medical science, also said that Gang Leader Shi could at least be able to

Lasts until winter.

But I didn't expect that he would die on this late autumn night.

Was it what Mu Chunsheng said at that time, was he actually trying to comfort the crowd?

Or is there something wrong, and there is another hidden reason behind Gang Leader Shi's death?

Chu Yunqing suppressed the turmoil in his heart and asked, "How did you know that Gang Leader Shi was dead?"

Li Er said quickly: "About half an hour ago, our brothers were visiting the night market and drinking wine, and the people from the main hall sent a message."

The Yuanxing Gang has a main hall, and then there is a hall in each of the four cities. There are people on duty at all times, responsible for emergency contact, including fast horses and carrier pigeons.

Chu Yunqing nodded. Since the news came from the main hall, it must be true.

He slowly locked the courtyard door.

On the side, Li Er saw that he was not in a hurry, but felt that the back court was extremely tight, and there was sweat on his forehead.

"Brother Qing'er, my good brother, can we hurry up? We're still waiting at the Zongtang entrance!"

"Why are you panicking?" Chu Yunqing said: "There are three thousand brothers in the gang. It will be good if we arrive before dawn."

Li Er was stunned, "But you are the incense owner."

"Xiang Master Thirty-one, who do you think has the ability to enter the main hall?" Chu Yunqing walked towards the alley, "At this critical juncture, the only people who can speak to calm the situation are Lu Jing and Mu Chunsheng.

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Li Er followed closely. Although he didn't understand anything, he felt it made sense.

The group of people walked out of the alley, and then the brothers waiting on the street came over. Some got on the carriage, and some walked, and headed towards the main hall on Laohuai Street in Bei City.

…

It was just dawn, and people were already going out to work and selling stalls.

They are all looking for a living, so naturally they have to get up early.

But today, the atmosphere in Taiyuan City is a little strange. I can't put it into words, but there is a heaviness that everyone can feel.

From time to time, people would run by on the street, including people walking over eaves and walls, and people riding sedans, horses, and carriages. Without exception, they were all Jianghu people armed with weapons.

Especially here in Bei City, the faces of the officers and soldiers at the market entrance were covered with sweat, and the yamen's police officers got up early for the first time for the first time. Without him, the people entering Bei City didn't stop since night.

There were too many. In addition to members of the Yuanxing Gang, there were also people from other gangs in the city.

The news that Shi Chongshan, the leader of the Yuanxing Gang, died of illness has long spread. Some of these gang members may have had good friendships in the past, but most of them came with their own thoughts in mind, not only to watch the excitement, but also to inquire about the news.

The Yuanxing Gang was so powerful, not to mention the thousands of members of the gang, that the Yamen transferred manpower and the news was sent to the garrison camp outside the city.

You cannot stop it. If a conflict does arise, it will be difficult to end. No one can bear this responsibility.

People in the yamen watched with vigilance as these Jianghu people entered Beishi, entered Xiang'anfang, and those with status could go to Laohuai Street.

Not many people enter the large attic at the entrance of the main hall. The streets, roadsides, walls, and roofs are all full of people.

But no one spoke, it was very quiet, just like before dawn.

The sound of breathing is like wind.

The street near the Beishi Archway is not empty either. Carriages, horses, and sedan chairs are parked everywhere.

The wheels ran over the bluestone slabs and stopped in an open space. Chu Yunqing got off the carriage and everyone walked to the big archway.

"Liang Captou." Chu Yunqing saw the middle-aged man leaning against the archway and yawning, and took the initiative to say hello.

He was a middle-aged man with a pale face. He looked like he had been drunk too much. His left hand holding the knife twitched from time to time. It was not because of injuries to his muscles and bones, but because of taking medicine.

The medicine is Xiaoyao Powder, something that those idle literati like, saying that taking it can make people happy.

However, Chu Yunqing only saw that people who took Xiaoyaosan were like gambling, their families were ruined, and they were no longer like human beings.

This man's name is Liang Yuanzuo, one of the government's arrestees. An Qinghe once said that this man's Qinggong was ranked among the top three in the entire Taiyuan City.

This made Chu Yunqing a little envious, so by 'chance', he was able to say a few words to the other party.

Of course Liang Yuanzuo recognized him, but he didn't know his secret identity.

At this time, he looked over and was a little surprised, "It's brother Qing'er."

After working for an hour, Liang Yuanzuo was already tired and just wanted to go back and smoke something. So if it was someone else, he didn't even bother to say hello. But the other person was a sensible person and treated him to food and drinks, so he still raised his head

Eyelids, walked over this way.

Chu Yunqing noticed that the opponent's foot was very stable and there was no hint of frivolity.

What a great effort, he thought.

Kung Fu is certainly precious in the world, and among all types of martial arts, Qing Kung Fu is especially valuable.

With Yan Hongran's appreciation for Chu Yunqing, he could certainly acquire a lot of skills, and Qinggong was nothing. But his talent was not good, not because he had any physical problems, but because he lacked some understanding in practicing martial arts.

Therefore, even if the internal strength cultivated is superior, it can only go so far.

In this world, there is no realm of practice, whether it is martial arts or mysticism. Generally speaking, the former depends on the martial arts learned, and then the true energy and physical strength; the latter depends on how much mysticism is mastered, and the degree of mysticism.

power.

But in fact, there is only one sentence: to distinguish between high and low, only look at ability, and to fight for life and death depends entirely on means.

Fame is something you gain by breaking out. Every successful person has a trump card, and even the worst has some strengths.

Chu Yunqing didn’t.
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