After dealing with the uncle and nephew, Yun Shou went straight to the headquarters of the Qinghe Gang.
Two years ago, he went to the headquarters and signed a contract to sell himself. Only in this way could he continue to use the small wooden boat and the wooden house provided by the gang
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The distance is only a dozen miles, much closer than Qingcheng.
Yun Shou used his lightness skills, and bright light shone from his feet with every step. He was light in weight, so with the burst of energy, his speed even reached nearly 100 meters per second.
The distance of a runway was covered in an instant, and the time taken to run a thousand meters was shorter than that of others' 100-meter sprint.
His figure, dressed in a rough blue cloth, was like a pale blue ghost, constantly flashing along this short path, accompanied by the whistling sound of being torn apart by the wind.
The headquarters of the Qinghe Gang was built several miles away from Qinghu Lake. Although it was called a gang, the building was quite large, covering an area of over a thousand square meters and being six stories high. The gray stone walls were vigorous and majestic, and the black Jianmu trees were solemn and majestic.
At the main gate, two gang members, swords on their waists, were chatting and gossiping. Seeing a young man named Yunshou approach, one of them approached with a nonchalant tone, "Qinghe is a restricted area. No trespassing, outsiders."
He spoke in a eunuch-like voice and even laughed after he finished speaking.
Yunshou also smiled. He took a few steps forward and said, "Excuse me, I do have something to do."
The gang member was in high spirits, and a strange expression appeared on his sleazy face: "Hey, you're a little kid, quite polite."
"Stop teasing him." Another young man with a slightly dark complexion stepped forward. His skin color was somewhere between normal and dark, and his face looked quite honest. "Little brother, are you here to see an elder in the gang, or do you have something else to ask? You can't join the gang without permission, but we will notify you."
"It's not what I thought, or the people who escaped earlier didn't explain things clearly?" Yun Shou's words sounded puzzling to the two of them.
"Alright, then please inform Xu Ruohai—the gang leader—to come out. I want to fight him and give him a smack on the face to pay him back for all the oppression he's endured over the past two years."
The dark-faced young man was stunned, while the wretched gang members screamed in surprise: "Are you crazy, kid? Are you as crazy as the old immortal?"
Hearing his colleague's strange cry, the dark-faced young man also reacted. He had appeared the most gentle just now, but now he was the first to attack, clenching his fist as big as a clay pot and swinging it forward: "No matter how young you are, you shouldn't insult the gang leader!"
He restrained his strength and decided to teach this careless boy a lesson.
"He's quite loyal." The two gang members only felt a flash before their eyes, and Yunshou suddenly disappeared from his original position, moving forward a distance as if teleporting... Although he only teleported less than 30 centimeters forward, they did not see Yunshou's movements clearly at all.
Yun Shou pushed forward with his palm. The black-faced young man clearly didn't feel much force, but he couldn't stop retreating. He retreated seven or eight steps before staggering and sitting on the ground.
Yun Shou's "teleportation" just now was not a show-off. He dodged the black-faced young man's punch at a speed beyond the range of ordinary people's dynamic vision... but his arms were short. If he didn't take a step forward, the palm strike would not have reached the black-faced young man.
"You're so brave!" the wretched gang member shouted. During the brief moment when the two men were fighting, he had already drawn the knife from his waist. The blade was silver with a hint of black, and was made of blue iron.
(The iron ore was found near Qingcheng, so the iron mined and refined is called Qingtie, regardless of its color)
The wretched gang member had been joking around and talking big before, but when they started fighting, every move was aimed at taking someone's life. This time, he chopped with great force, aiming for Yun Shou's neck.
"You are quite ruthless." Yun Shou's voice came from behind his head, and the young man in front of him had disappeared. The alarm bells in the heart of the wretched gang member rang loudly. He wanted to turn around and pull back a knife, which was an extremely effective way to fight the enemy.
But all strength relies on numerical support, and skills are just embellishments and icing on the cake.
What's more, Yunshou, a martial artist with "many years of experience", is not weak among his peers. The counterattack by the wretched gang members can only be regarded as a child's trick.
Yun Shou just rubbed the wretched gang member's shoulder with his palm, and his entire right hand went limp. The green iron knife flew out of his hand out of control, scraping against his waist as it flew out, causing him to scream in agony.
Yun Shou grabbed the handle of the flying green iron knife and looked at the wretched gang member whose clothes were torn and whose waist was only cut with a layer of skin. He was speechless at his screams.
He kicked him several meters away, and he fell to the ground, biting a mouthful of grass.
The wretched gang members prostrated themselves before him, and right next to him happened to be the black-faced young man who had just stood up.
"Okay, you can go in and report now." Yun Shou held the green iron knife and spun a thrilling and dangerous fan between his fingers. The fan blades were made up of the entire blade.
Pure finger technique, with a little bit of energy to assist.
The black-faced young man realized that this young man was here to cause trouble. He and his colleague next to him did not have the internal strength to stop this young man at all. They had no choice but to go into the gang and find those masters with rankings.
There is a ranking, referring to the Xth person in command, the person who sits on the Xth chair: these are masters of internal strength and second-rate warriors.
The entire Qinghe Gang was ranked 21st, representing a full 20 second-rate warriors, and the gang leader: the first-rate boss Xu Ruohai!
But just as the black-faced young man walked into the gate, he saw a burly man walking towards him with a tiger's stride, followed by several people sitting on chairs.
"Boss!" The black-faced young man quickly clasped his fists.
The burly man Xu Ruohai waved his hand to let him finish his greeting. "What's going on outside? What's that damn monkey yelling about?"
Dead monkeys refer to the wretched gang members.
"There's someone outside the door..." The black-faced young man had only said half of his words when the wretched gang members heard their leader's voice and rushed into the door, spitting out grass roots and dirt from their mouths, pointing outside and shouting.
"Boss, there's a little guy outside. Not only does he want to fight you, he wants to knock you down and step on your face!"
"How dare you!" Xu Ruohai wanted to laugh when he heard it. He swiped his broad hands to the ground and pushed aside the wretched gang members blocking his way: "I want to see who dares to fight me, who can fight me!"
First, there's a prostitute from Qinghe Village who beats the twenty-one members of his gang into pieces, and then there's a little guy who comes to challenge... Wait!
Looking at the young man in front of him, Xu Ruohai thought to himself, how could such a coincidence happen? "You are the kid who beat up Lao Mu from my gang. You are not satisfied yet and are so bold as to attack my Qinghe Gang directly?"
Yunshou stopped spinning the knife. The faint light between his fingers did not seem outstanding, and no one cared when it went out.
This burly man, Xu Ruohai, was a dominant figure in the dozens of villages along the shores of Qinghu Lake. He was now forty-four years old and had been a top-tier martial artist for six or seven years.
He has taken action more than once in the past six or seven years, and his invincible posture every time was imprinted in everyone's mind.
Three years ago, when Yunshou's parents were still alive, he followed his friends to the neighboring Honglin Village to watch an exciting event: the punishment of a fisherman.
The fisherman moved from the other end of the lake and brought his own wooden fishing boat, but on the territory of the Qinghe Gang, he sold the fish he caught to the city and was reported to the gang.
Selling fish secretly is a small matter that is not worthy of alarming the gang leader. But they can let a leader ranked in the top ten come over, even if he sells a lot.
But this person was selling a whole litter, nine "little black dragons" in total, two large and seven small!
The Black Dragon is a rare and precious fish with jet-black blood. (As mentioned in Chapter 2)
They have the magical ability to activate qi and blood, and increase the progress of third-rate warriors. They are classified as "fish kings" by the Qinghe Gang, but they are not protected by any group of fish, nor do they appear larger or more ferocious. They are simply rare.
All of a sudden, nine precious fish species from the Qinghe Gang's territory (territorial waters) were privately sold to Qingcheng. If the restaurant that received the goods had not reminded the gang, Xu Ruohai would have been heartbroken by the loss, as it was like taking flesh from him!
So, the fisherman who broke the rules was tied to the boat and rowed into Qing Lake, more than a hundred meters away from the shore.
The villagers from Honglin Village and nearby villages who had come to watch the excitement crowded on the shore and the dock. They wondered how the Qinghe Gang would punish the fisherman. Would they let him drift in the lake for a few days and starve to death, or would they capsize his boat and let him drown?
But the development of facts was beyond their imagination, and it also left a mark in their minds that they must never go against the Qinghe Gang.
They saw Xu Ruohai walking on the lake water, the rising waves became his stepping stones, and in just a few steps, he reached the front of the boat.
Raise the knife and chop down.
The concentrated energy extended the blade, and with one slash, wood chips flew, blood gushed out, and waves of water were dispersed.
A wooden boat that required several adult men to lift was cut into two pieces by Xu Ruohai with one sword!
Yun Shou arrived a step too late at that time. He only saw two halves of the boat floating on the lake, and it had been pushed hundreds of meters away from the shore by the waves.
I have only heard of the legend of Xu Ruohai, but have never seen him in person.
Now, the first time I saw him fight, we became rivals.
To be honest, he is quite excited now.