Chapter 57 Shennong Gang
Chapter 57 Shennong Gang (Please read on)
The three counties in the south are surrounded by mountains and rivers. The underworld forces have always been led by the Shennong Gang, and the name of Sikong Huan, the "Seven Deadly Palms", has been prosperous in the Pingyang underworld for decades.
"My father and brother died tragically, but the Shennong Gang remained silent. Aren't you afraid... aren't you afraid that others will call you a coward?"
As the saying goes, a filial person is as pretty as a pretty girl.
The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, in the prime of her life. She was wearing mourning clothes and had white flowers in her hair. She was kneeling in the inner hall, crying her eyes off, and her eyes were red and swollen like two peaches.
"What are you talking about? The master is a turtle, what are you?"
Sikong Huan sat on the armchair. At the age of sixty, he was still energetic and seemed to be well versed in health preservation.
"Boss, calm down. Madam Nine just spoke without thinking."
There was another person standing in the hall, he was in his early thirties and had a handsome appearance. He was the deputy gang leader Chang An, who had joined the Shennong Gang five or six years ago. Because of his martial arts skills of the Armor Breaking Realm, which was second only to Sikong Huan, he was soon promoted to deputy gang leader.
"Speaking of which, regardless of the relationship between the gang leader and Mr. Huang, Dongliu Villa contributes 50,000 taels of silver to the gang every year. Without this amount of income, it will be difficult to make up for it for the time being, and many matters will be delayed."
Huang Batian ran the Yunwu Mountain Tea Garden. It was rumored that he made a fortune every day, but most of the surplus went into the Shennong Gang's treasury.
In the world, it’s nothing more than the big fish eat the small fish, and the shrimp eat the mud.
Sikong Huan frowned, as if he had something to hide. He sighed, "I know what you said. If it were ordinary bandits, there would be no need to say more. I would have razed the mountain stronghold long ago and taught the thieves a lesson."
Chang An's heart was slightly moved, and he said, "Could it be that the people from Qingfeng Village have other origins?"
Sikong Huan glanced at Chang An, who waved his hand, and the four disciples standing in the hall withdrew. Then he said to Huang Xiuyu, "It's okay to tell you, Chang An actually knows about this."
"Last year, the Sun Moon Divine Cult dominated the martial arts world. Pingyang Prefecture was only a hundred miles away from Pingding Prefecture, and it seemed that it was about to be swallowed up. After discussing with Chang An, I personally rushed to Black Wood Cliff and submitted a letter of surrender to the chief steward Yang Lianting."
"Who knew that the Demon Cult was so weak? In October this year, they were defeated at Damao Ridge in Hengshan, and the Five Mountains Sword Sects gained great momentum. The Dragon Scale Society also took advantage of the situation to destroy the Wild Wolf Gang and became the number one in the martial arts world in Pingyang Prefecture. I can only marry Qingqing to that old man Lin Kun."
Huang Xiuyu wiped her tears and asked in confusion: "What does this have to do with the hatred between my father and brother?"
Chang An thought of it, and he said, "Could it be these people?"
Sikong Huan nodded and said, "Qingqing sent back the news that the Wild Wolf Gang received support from powerful experts, and the remnants escaped Lin Kun's encirclement and disappeared. Judging from the time when this group fought Cao Long and seized the Black Wind Village, it completely matches the time."
Huang Xiuyu said, "So what? The Demon Cult suffered heavy losses anyway. One of its halls was defeated by the Five Mountains Sword Sect. What's the point of sending a few masters to Pingyang Prefecture?"
Sikong Huan said angrily, "Women's opinions are just that. Even a centipede will die, not to mention that it is the Sun Moon Divine Sect. The Dragon Scale Society is besieging the Wild Wolf Gang, and we are just playing a supporting role. If they really go out and deal with the Sun Moon Divine Sect directly, will I still be alive?"
"Boss, Dragon Scale Association Vice President Peng Canghu wants to see you."
At this time, the voice of the disciple reporting was heard outside the hall.
Sikong Huan was in a dilemma and felt guilty. He did not care about Huang Xiuyu and quickly got up and went outside to greet them.
Chang An looked at Sikong Huan's back as he left, took two steps forward, and smilingly helped the woman in mourning clothes up. Huang Xiu Yu had been kneeling for a long time, and her knees were weak, unable to support herself for a moment. Chang An skillfully reached out and put his arm around her waist, immediately holding her warm and soft body in his arms.
Huang Xiuyu lay in Chang An's arms, angrily saying: "This old man, all his skills are in his mouth! Hearing the name of the Demon Sect, his roots are half soft, and he doesn't even dare to avenge my father and brother. He deserves to be a turtle!"
"It doesn't matter. We can pass the news to the Dragon Scale Association. Even if the leader doesn't dare to step forward, Lin Kun will not let Qingfeng Village go. Maybe Peng Canghu came here just for this matter. The Dragon Scale Association has many eyes and ears. With such a big commotion in Qingfeng Village, they should have heard the news."
Huang Xiuyu rested her head on Chang An's thick chest and said softly, "Chang An, you are still the most useful."
Chang An bit the woman's ear and laughed softly, "Then tonight, Madam Nine, leave a window open, and we'll let Sikong Gang Leader be a turtle again?" Huang Xiuyu sighed, "You, you are such an enemy. I just hope that when you gain power in the future, don't forget me."
Chang An said with a smile: "Don't worry, Sikong Huan's two sons are as stupid as cows. Sooner or later, Shennong Gang will belong to us."
On the other side, Sikong Huan went out and welcomed Peng Canghu to the hall. After both parties sat down, the maid brought in the brewed Yunwu Xian Tea, and the fragrance of tea instantly filled the hall.
"Boss Sikong, can I drink such good tea often in the future?"
Peng Canghu put down the precious teacup from a famous kiln, with the tea leaves floating and dancing in the cup. He looked at Sikong Huan meaningfully.
Sikong Huan chuckled and said, "I still have some stock in my warehouse. If Cang Hu likes it, take ten cans with you when you leave."
"That's old tea. Can I drink new tea?"
"Yes, if you have money, are you afraid that you can't buy tea?"
Seeing that Sikong Huan didn't respond and was determined to be a coward, Peng Canghu stopped being polite and said directly, "Boss Sikong is quite open-minded. Are you willing to let the foundation of Dongliu Villa and the tea garden under Yunwu Mountain be taken away like this?"
Sikong Huan smiled calmly and said, "Cang Hu has lived in the city for a long time and has not come to the south to travel, so he is not well-informed."
"how do I say this?"
"The surname of Dongliu Villa is Huang, not Sikong, so it cannot be considered the foundation of Shennong Gang."
Peng Canghu sneered, "President Lin has ordered to wipe out the Qingfeng Village in Yunwu Mountain! It seems that Gang Leader Sikong is not going to participate?"
Sikong Huan picked up the teacup and said with a cold smile: "In Jianghu affairs, peace is the most valuable. However, Chairman Lin is the leader of Pingyang Jianghu, and I respect his orders. Canghu will set a time, and I will send someone to participate. Shennong Gang can also do its best to support the food and logistics."
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
Just guessing that Qingfeng Village had the background of Sun Moon Sect, the Shennong Gang was willing to swallow this loss.
If the Dragon Scale Society had not climbed up the big tree of Songshan Sect, it would never have dared to wipe out the subordinate gangs of the Sun and Moon Sect.
Peng Canghu stood up, glanced at the plaque hanging in the hall, 'Mind-blowing like a tiger', chuckled, bowed and said goodbye: "Okay! Thank you, Master Sikong."
"Take care, Canghu. I won't see you off."
Sikong Huan looked at the ugly man's back as he left, his face immediately darkened, and he thought to himself, "What a jerk! According to seniority, you should call me grandpa, but you dare to come to Shennong Gang to give orders? You really don't know how to respect me."
He sat in the hall for a long while, finished drinking the cup of Yunwu Xian Tea, and was about to get up and leave when he suddenly saw his trusted disciple coming from outside the door and reporting, "Boss, there is a messenger seeking to see you?"
"Whose messenger?"
"The messenger only said that his master's surname is Tong, and he is a disciple of a Mr. Yang. Last autumn, the leader went to Pingding City..."
Sikong Huan's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and he quickly said, "Okay, stop talking, and invite that person to the study!"
The Shennong Clan disciple agreed and was about to leave when he heard Sikong Huan ask again, "Have the people from the Dragon Scale Clan left?"
"They've already left."
Sikong Huan felt relieved: "That's good, go ahead."
(End of this chapter)