The lake is sparkling, and a luxurious boat sails by, with bright lights on it, singing and dancing, and it is very lively.

In the main hall of the boat, the musician played the ancient famous song "Chu Zhao", with a graceful and melodious tone.

More than a dozen beautiful women danced with the music. They were all beautiful, with long hair and beautiful faces. They were moist and mopped with long clothes, danced with sounds, and flirted with ribbons, showing the beauty of their light body, like fairies who were banished.

Yang Fan made a fortune and took down the entire boat from Baihua Pavilion, so that the fairies could only perform for him.

"Rong'er, give the young master a sadness!"

"Wan'er, give the young master a cold one!"

"Qing'er, give the young master a fresh one!"

"What? Nothing can be done? Look at this young master who uses the silver bill to beat you hard!"

Yang Fan took out a dozen silver notes, soaked them in wine, and slapped them on the proud breasts and beautiful buttocks of the three girls one by one, and then hiahia laughed proudly.

"Young Master Yang is generous when he takes action. I like a man like you. Come and beat me hard!"

"Wow! Each one is a hundred taels of silver notes! I like to smell the smell of silver notes. Well, Young Master Yang will come and beat me too!"

When the three women saw the silver notes, their eyes lit up, and they worked harder to please Yang Fan, and they leaked their eyes for a while.

...

Dong!…dong!…dong!…dong!…

The bell from Lingyin Temple rang, quiet and far away, Yang Fan suddenly felt excited and woke up from his dream.

"So it's dreaming!"

Yang Fan immediately smiled bitterly, and actually made an ancient version of spring dream, which felt incredible. He stood up and went outside the cave, stretching beautifully for the morning sun.

He thought a lot last night that everyone on the express list could change the entire history of the Northern Song Dynasty.

"If Ximen Qing doesn't go to Pan Jinlian..."

"If Gao Qiu hadn't met Zhao Ji..."

"If Li Shishi..."

"If Yue Fei..."

Too many assumptions are enough to rewrite the fate of the Song Dynasty.

"The Jingkang shame is that the Northern Song Dynasty is destroyed, there is no China after Yashan, and no China after the Ming Dynasty is destroyed!"

Yang Fan suddenly felt a great sadness and thought that he might be able to save all this.

Yang Fan held up the football with one finger, causing him to spin rapidly on his fingertips, and suddenly he thought of something.

"Gao Qiu seems to have made his fortune by playing football! If I can win Zhao Ji's favor before him and become his confidant, then will the history books be rewritten as Yang Fan's success!"

Yang Fan smiled and felt that this matter was very feasible and was excited.

Gululu! Gulululu!

At this time, his stomach protested, and Yang Fan immediately smiled bitterly. The journey to Tokyo is long, and he is not penniless. It is even hard to move without a household registration ID card and road guide. Therefore, it is more important to solve the survival problem in front of him first.

Picking some wild fruits in the mountains and forests temporarily comforted the protest, but that was not a long-term solution. Yang Fan then sorted out all kinds of items in his backpack, which were all great help for his future wealth. Then he left Lingyin Mountain and returned directly to Hangzhou City, intending to make a living first.

However, Yang Fan did not have a household registration or identity card, and was dressed as a beggar, so it was difficult to find a job. He was so tired after wandering around most of Hangzhou City. He leaned against a wall and sat down.

Tag!

When a passerby passed by Yang Fan, he threw a copper coin out of kindness and landed it at his feet.

Yang Fan was stunned and smiled bitterly. Only then did he realize that he was no different from a beggar now.

Thinking of the years when many professional beggars in later generations, they either drove BMWs or took Mercedes-Benz. Begging for food was also an extremely profitable business. But Yang Fan thought about it, if he really asked him to do it, his self-esteem would definitely not be allowed.

Just as I was about to pick up the copper coin on the ground, I suddenly stepped on it and stepped on the copper coin under my feet.

Yang Fan was stunned. When he looked up, he saw an old beggar with a fat face staring at him. Looking at him again, there were three young beggars who looked stronger and stronger, and they also looked at him with a bad look on his face.

"The art on the line doesn't look at the people who open the land in this gate?"

This is the jargon of the world, and Yang Fan naturally couldn't understand it and looked at the other person in confusion.

The other party immediately understood his expression, and the vicious old beggar snorted coldly and said, "It turns out that he doesn't understand the rules! Huang San, please dress him up!"

The beggar named Huang San next to him immediately took the order and shouted to Yang Fan: "Newcomer, don't beg for the rules. If you want to beg for food here, you have to worship our Beggars' Sect's hall first. After joining the Beggars' Sect, you can only beg for food here. Do you understand?"

Only then did Yang Fan realize that he couldn't help but smile bitterly. It turned out that being a beggar is not easy!

He then said, "Everyone misunderstood. I just passed by here and took a rest here. Just take that copper coin!"

After hearing Yang Fan's explanation, the beggars looked relieved, but the old beggar's eyes were vicious. Although Yang Fan's backpack was covered with mud and grass, it was exquisite and unique in workmanship, and also heard that Yang Fan's accent was not a local, but he thought he was an alien escapee, and he was alone in Hangzhou, and he suddenly thought of a bad idea.

He snorted coldly: "When someone passes by and rests, someone throws money to you? How could that happen?"

Yang Fan frowned immediately, looked at the old beggar, and said in a deep voice: "The copper coins have come to your hands, and things are just like that. Do you believe it or not have anything to do with me!"

The old beggar ignored Yang Fan's explanation and said toughly: "I think you have been here for a while. You should have asked for a lot of money. Open your package and let us see!"

Yang Fan immediately saw through the old beggar's intentions and snorted coldly: "Why should I show you my package?"

The old beggar suddenly smiled thornyly and said, "If you don't show it to us, you're guilty! You probably stole some wealthy family's things, and the children took his backpack for me!"

The beggars around me have done this kind of thing with the old beggars, and they immediately understood it and rushed up to grab Yang Fan's backpack.

Yang Fan was furious. This was the robbery. How could he accept it? He took a step back with his right foot, reached out to touch the baton cover on his waist, and took out his self-defense ASP baton.

A snap!

Yang Fan suddenly shook his wrist and took the shortcut to shake off the baton. The three-section telescopic baton was opened for 70 cm long. The stick was black and chrome-plated, and it shone with a cold light, powerful and domineering.

Several beggars were startled, but they all thought they were ordinary sticks. They each had a long wooden stick and immediately greeted Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was not afraid. Although he was not a martial arts master, he had also studied some basic fighting skills in his spare time. He was more than enough to deal with a few street beggars.

He stared at his opponent, and the baton he threw away was placed behind him. The baton was pressed against the outside of his right leg, preventing the opponent from seeing it, making it easier to attack suddenly.

This is the key to baton fighting technique. It emphasizes keeping a stick invisible, quickly ejecting the stick, hitting it with one blow.

Seeing the three beggars rushing towards him, Yang Fan suddenly exerted force on his waist, pressed his wrists down and took action decisively. This was in ancient times, and his opponents were not from the official sect, so Yang Fan had no scruples to attack and directly hit their vital parts.

Yang Fan made a quick move, avoiding the attack of Huang San's wooden stick in front. He flipped his wrist and the baton hit the back of the neck, causing the other party to faint and fall to the ground with a scream.

Immediately afterwards, the two beggars' wooden sticks swept across. Yang Fan immediately lowered his head and avoided them, and quickly passed through the two of them. At the same time, the backhanded baton swept across the other's backward waist.

With two screams, the two beggars felt like they were struck by lightning and were numb all over. They fell to the ground like a dog chewing shit, and their bodies were twitching.

In the blink of an eye, the three beggars were knocked down by Yang Fan. The old beggar was so scared that he was alert to the point of being alert and did not dare to attack.

"If a tiger doesn't show its power, you think it's a sick cat!" Yang Fan sneered, pointing at the old beggar with a stick, approaching him step by step. His eyes were cold, strong and fierce.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! My old beggar doesn't know Mount Tai, so I hope my little brother will give up my hands! Let me let me go!" The old beggar was frightened by Yang Fan's gaze and trembled all over, stepping back step by step, begging for mercy.

"Misunderstanding? People like you are really not worthy of sympathy. If you don't teach you a lesson today, you will probably harm others again in the future!" Yang Fan was very upset these days, and now he wanted to beat someone up. This old beggar must have caused trouble on weekdays. I don't know how many good people he has harmed, so he happened to use them as a punching bag.

"You guy, how dare you? I am a deacon of the Hangzhou branch of the Beggars' Sect. If you dare to touch me, the Beggars' Sect will never forgive you!" When the old beggar saw that Yang Fan was about to touch him, he immediately threatened him.

"I'm going to be the old man? I think you're an old man! The deacon of the Beggars' Sect is nothing! I'm very upset now, and the consequences are very serious. Don't mention you, a little deacon, even if you, the helm leader, the hall master, and the general leader come, I will still fight you. I will never be averse to your problems!"

Although Yang Fan was a young courier, he lived a free and easy life, always strong, and never threatened. The old beggar threatened him and immediately touched Yang Fan's rebellious scales.

Yang Fan was angry, clenched the baton and beat the old beggar hard, punched and kicked, and let out a big anger.

After screaming, the old beggar lay on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face. His already sloppy face was now like a pig's head, and he was beaten so hard that he couldn't even recognize him by Yang Fan.

The other three beggars kept watching Yang Fan beat their leader, lying on the ground and did not dare to make a sound. They were scared to death, and they did not dare to rescue them.

Yang Fan looked back at them, and immediately frightened them so much that they quickly closed their eyes and continued to pretend to be dead.

"You all listen. If you dare to do evil and harm others in the future, I will kill you!" Yang Fan spat at them. The actions of these people made him angry, but he would just give them a lesson and let them go, and he would not kill them.

After scaring them, Yang Fan put away the baton and carried his backpack and left.

After Yang Fan walked away, several beggars hurriedly got up and helped the old beggar up.

"I'm beating to death! I'm so angry! I've never suffered such a cowardly even though I'm so old, I've been punished with such cowardly! You immediately notify the disciples in the gang and find this kid for me and kill him!"

After saying this, the old beggar fainted from pain. Several beggars looked at each other with bitter smiles and helplessness on their faces.
Chapter completed!