Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 57 Our era is completely over

The crescent moon rises.

The news of Zheng Juexiong's defeat at the hands of Fang Xuan, the master of the East Hall, on the banks of the Pingjiang River, completely covered the entire Pingjiang City like a heavy snowfall.

Suddenly, the entire Pingjiang City was in an uproar!
Tiger Runner Zheng Juexiong has been powerful in Pingjiang City for decades. He is not only the leader of the South Hall of the Black Whale Gang, but also one of the top masters in the entire Pingjiang City!

Even looking at the entire Yanzhou area, many people have heard of the name Ben Hushou.

Before this war is over.

No one thought that Zheng Juexiong, who had passed the Great Perfection on his first day, would be defeated by Fang Xuan, who was only nineteen years old!

Even now, Zheng Juexiong's body is floating on the 800-mile Pingjiang River, and no one has collected it for him!

As soon as this news came out, Pingjiang City was completely shocked!

And Zheng Juexiong's defeat completely brought Fang Xuan's name to the forefront!
Fang Xuan's name was famous in Pingjiang City for the first time!

in the city.

Inside the Black Whale Courtyard with the plaque "Yi Hai Yuntian" hanging on it.

Long Huaxing's eyes were slightly closed, he was wearing a long coat and sitting on a large sandalwood chair.

Those old hands kept turning the beads.

"Gang leader."

As Uncle Rong walked into the hall, Long Huaxing's movement of turning the beads stopped, and he opened his eyes and looked at Uncle Rong expectantly: "Ah Rong, who wins this duel?"

Uncle Rong whispered two words: "Fang Xuan."

Upon hearing this, Long Huaxing's eyes narrowed slightly, and the hand holding the beads trembled slightly.

"Then it must be extremely difficult for Fang Xuansheng, right? How injured is it now? Can we close the net now?" Long Huaxing took a deep breath and asked expectantly.

Uncle Rong was silent when he heard this.

It was not until a long time later that Uncle Rong said with a bitter smile: "Gang leader, that Fang Xuan was not injured at all! In just one stick of incense, Zheng Juexiong was beaten to death by Fang Xuan!"

After a pause, the bitter smile on Uncle Rong’s face became stronger and he said:
"And in addition, the other gangsters in the gang were completely frightened when they saw that Zheng Juexiong died in Fang Xuan's hands. They either cried and shouted that they wanted to quit the gang, or they changed their banners and wanted to join the Dongtang! "

"Fang Xuan killed two of the four main hall leaders of the Black Whale Gang, and the remaining Huang Zhen was so frightened that he packed up his belongings and ran away overnight!"

"Among our group of old people, Uncle Yuan, Uncle Tan, Uncle Qian and others are about to be killed by Fang Xuan!"

"I heard that those gangsters no longer go gambling or whoring. They are all embroidering Tongtang's Tsing Yi shorts at home all night long, just waiting for Fang Xuan to pass by and raise a banner to show their loyalty to Fang Xuan."

Hear this.

Long Huaxing sat on the chair blankly, not even noticing that the Buddhist beads in his hand fell.

"How. How could this happen?"

Long Huaxing's mouth trembled slightly, and his whole body seemed to have been drained of energy, blood and essence in an instant, and he looked like he had aged dozens of years, exuding a dejected aura.

Uncle Rong looked at Long Huaxing's defeated appearance with a complicated look on his face, and finally let out a long sigh:

"Gang leader, God's will cannot be violated!"

"Our era is completely over!"

Anning Mountain, City Lord's Mansion.

A middle-aged scribe with a handsome appearance and elegant temperament sat in front of a stone table, flipping through an essay from "Pingjiang County Chronicle" in his hand.

crunch.

The door of the mansion was slowly pushed open, and the Prime Minister He County, who had appeared on the bank of Pingjiang River before, walked in with gentle steps.

He glanced at the middle-aged scribe who was reading the book carefully, and did not disturb him, but stood quietly aside with his hands down.

It wasn't until the middle-aged scribe finished reading the county chronicle that he took the initiative and asked, "How is the situation?"

The Prime Minister of He County just spoke in a low voice: "Sir, in just one stick of incense, Zheng Juexiong was killed by Fang Xuan, and Fang Xuan has entered the first day of Dzogchen!" After hearing this, the middle-aged scribe made a choice. He raised his eyebrows, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, even he did not expect this result.

"In that case."

The middle-aged scribe pinched his eyebrows and said tiredly:
"Go and invite Fang Xuan to see me tomorrow."

"Yes."

He Xiancheng nodded and planned to respectfully leave.

"and many more."

The middle-aged scribe seemed to have thought of something, and smiled and said:

"Isn't there a county lieutenant position vacant in our Pingjiang City? I remember that the position was originally intended for Yang Jiang's son Yang Zheng. Unfortunately, Yang Zheng's life was short. When you go, tell Fang Xuan that I can Give him the position of county captain."

"This Fang Xuan is not a fool. He should understand what it means if he has an official status at this moment."

Hearing this, Prime Minister He County was slightly startled.

County captain!

That was the assistant officer in the entire Pingjiang City, second only to the city lord and magistrate. He was in charge of judicial soldiers, and his official position was not weaker than his county magistrate!

It would be just a county captain in an ordinary city, but Pingjiang County is the largest city in the entire Yanzhou area, excluding Fucheng, with a population of more than hundreds of thousands!
The gold content of this county captain is far beyond that of ordinary county captains!
The most important thing is.
This is equivalent to Fang Xuan completely breaking away from the lower class and having an amulet on his body!

At the very least, if one day we really have to liquidate gangs like the Black Whale Gang, Fang Xuan will have too many excuses to escape and successfully clear his name!

"Sir, there is something wrong with this."

He Xiancheng quickly said: "Let me explain in advance, I am not ostracizing this Fang Xuan, but his identity is quite sensitive, and he is one of the top members of the Black Whale Gang. If he serves as the county captain, how can he cooperate with the inside and the outside? Isn’t it like letting rats into the granary?”

"you're right."

The middle-aged scribe smiled and did not refute He Xiancheng's words. He just raised his head and looked at the vast night sky.

"The imperial court, the aristocratic families, the sects and gangs, the rebel armies, and the princes of all walks of life. The world has become a mess. The only thing we can do is to accumulate strength and strengthen ourselves at all costs, so that we can survive in this troubled world. A place for you!"

After the words fell, the middle-aged scribe withdrew his gaze and chuckled:

"Okay, remember to go early tomorrow. I estimate that our family will be far more than the ones who come to see Fang Xuan tomorrow."

"This" He Xiancheng opened his mouth, finally sighed and resigned.

The night was getting dark, and the middle-aged scribe picked up his book and read it again. However, he was always calm, but for some reason he could not read any more.

He had no choice but to put down the book in his hand and look at the outline of the mountains shrouded in night from a distance.

Sigh lightly:
"The emperor's star is dim and the stars are in chaos."

"It's getting dark now, and all kinds of monsters and monsters are coming out one after another."

Pingjiang City is destined to not be peaceful tonight.

The peaceful mountain that dominates the city is not peaceful at all.

Inside the mansions, the lights are brightly lit and people's shadows are intertwined.

Figures kept coming and going in and out of various mansions in a hurry.

And in Dongcheng, which is shrouded in fishy smell all year round.

In the backyard of the fenced and tiled house at the far end of Tong'an Lane.

Fang Xuan, who was at the forefront of the storm tonight, had a calm expression and sat cross-legged.

"瓓." Fang Xuan called softly in his heart.

(End of this chapter)