Chapter 74 Double Flower Red Stick Late at night, He Lisheng's main hall.
It is said to be the main hall, but it is actually a larger ancestral hall.
In addition to enforcing family laws and sharing pork during the New Year and festivals, now even the meeting place has been moved to a commercial building in Jordan.
Therefore, it seems particularly quiet here at night. You can hear the chirping of insects in the distance, and occasionally a few bats fly by with their wings flapping.
By the moonlight, Yin Xiu climbed over the wall and landed at the back door of the ancestral hall without making a sound.
The information Da Sang "unintentionally" revealed really helped Yin Xiu, causing him to quickly bypass several small courtyards and arrive at the lobby.
Even though she was mentally prepared and her purpose was simple, Yin Xiu was still a little nervous.
He Lisheng's gang of bad guys are not all like Da Sang and Lian Bao. They have friendships with him. If they are caught, I'm afraid they will be in a lot of trouble.
"Nowadays, people on the road are so messed up that they don't even believe Second Master Guan. How can someone come to worship their ancestors in the middle of the night and take the wrong medicine?"
Saying this, Yin Xiu couldn't help but relax a little, and her steps became more brisk.
Speaking of which, He Li Sheng is one of the "He Li Sheng" groups. In the early years of Hong Kong Island, various groups and societies fought to the death for territory.
The intensity and frequency of wars between gangs were much greater than they are now. Later, someone stood up and called everyone for a meeting to set rules and draw clear boundaries, and finally the disputes were settled.
But now, the rules set by the ancestors have long been thrown into the ancestral hall, and each gang only retains the word "和" in front of the prefix as proof of some kind of origin.
In the lobby, the big sword is placed in front of the sacred table. It is very conspicuous and there is no need to look for it at all.
At this time, Yin Xiucai realized that Uncle Ming and outsiders might have made a mistake. The simple black sword should be called the Zhanma Dao, not the Ghost Head Dao.
The blade itself is more than one meter long, and the blade is as wide as two palms put together. It looks very thick.
Just by looking at it from a distance, Yin Xiu felt that the knife was very piercing and the smell of blood was pungent.
Yin Xiu found the knife easily, and when he was about to step forward without hesitation, he caught a glimpse of a shadow elongated by the light of a long lamp behind a pillar.
Someone is here! Almost at the same time, the two of them each pulled out a candlestick and threw it at the other. The candlelight collided and the flames flew everywhere.
Before Xingshengzi landed, the man hiding in the shadows had already jumped out. He was a burly man nearly two meters tall! In the eyes of others, that man was as tall as an iron tower, but in Yin Xiu's eyes, it was more than that. With just a quick glance, Yin Xiu saw a red light flashing on the other person's shoulders.
[Not a zombie, not a monster, not a Taoist, what on earth is this guy...]
Before he had time to think about it, the opponent's iron-clamp-like palm had already reached up. Each finger was like an iron chopstick, with distinct joints, slender yet strong.
"The 72-way grappling hand?"
As soon as she put her hand on it, Yin Xiu felt a slight pinching sensation coming from her veins. It was obvious that the other person's grip was amazing.
Yin Xiu was not in a hurry to break away, but instead reached forward with one hand and stuck it on the opponent's back knee to resist the opponent's retreat.
At the same time, he folded his other hand and hit the opponent's chin with an elbow.
When the man saw this, he immediately let go of Yin Xiu's wrist, blocked it with his hand, leaned back, and then swept his whip leg towards Yin Xiu's head with a sound of breaking wind.
Yin Xiu immediately sank, barely able to dodge the sharp whip, and thrust his hands under the opponent's thighs, causing the opponent to fly backwards.
"Baguazhang?"
The man exclaimed, turned around in the air, flipped over, and landed firmly on the ground.
The counterattack posture he put in when he landed made Yin Xiu give up the idea of pursuing him and just kept a distance from the Xiu asked: "Are you also a Heli Sheng person?"
When the man saw Yin Xiu asking this, his tone was not nervous at all, and his posture immediately relaxed a little, "Who else can be here?"
Yin Xiu also lowered his hand a little and said slowly: "Then why haven't I seen you in Jordan? You were standing in the corridor during the meeting?"
The man chuckled, but was not angry at all. He just said: "Do you think you are too stupid? The auditorium in Jordan is a high-end office place. Who can go there for meetings, who is not a respectable person, and let the little brother stand in the corridor? I’m afraid the note won’t come, so pick it!”
Seeing that she had been exposed, Yin Xiu simply stood up straight and spread her hands to the man, indicating that she had nothing to say.
The man also stood out from the shadows, and only then did Yin Xiu see his attire clearly.
Wearing a long black windbreaker and blue bloomers, there was only a red low-cut vest and a thin gold chain underneath. On his bare chest and arms, there were bulges of bronzed muscles.
Coupled with the long black hair and melancholy and resolute face, he indeed looks very tough.
"My name is Hong Sheng, and I am the double-flower red stick of Li Sheng!"
Double bonus stick?
Yin Xiu now understood where the opponent's skills and the red light on his shoulders came from. Only the double-flowered red stick, which is recognized as the most capable among the red sticks in Hong Kong, can have this honor.
But he couldn't help but wonder, is there such a number one figure in Heli Sheng?
Seeing Yin Xiu's strange look, Hong Sheng said calmly: "This happened ten years ago. If you can't remember this name, you can call me Tai Zi Sheng."
"Yin Xiu."
Hong Sheng then said: "Brother, you came to our and Lisheng's ancestral hall in the middle of the night, you didn't come just to offer incense, right? If you need anything, please tell me truthfully."
Yin Xiu pointed to the knife on the altar, "I'm here to borrow the knife."
Hong Sheng suddenly felt funny, "There's not even a ghost here. Who can you borrow it from? And do you know the origin of this knife?"
"Left is just a certain general's sword, killing countless people."
"That was something from ancient times, and what I want to tell you is a modern story. Back then, my grandfather was one man and one sword. He used this sword to make a name for himself at the dock, and that's how He Lisheng became what he is today."
Yin Xiu responded casually: "It's indeed quite powerful."
"I don't know if it's powerful or not. The reason why I tell you this is that you can't take away this knife."
Yin Xiu grinned, "What if I must borrow it? Is there any way?"
Hong Sheng said calmly: "Unless you become the leader of Heli Sheng, only the leader is qualified to hold this sword."
Yin Xiu moved his wrists and shoulders, and the joints creaked.
"I have no interest in being the leader of Heli Sheng, because I think my life is not that tough. I can be the leader for several years without entering a funeral parlor. But I do have a reason to borrow this knife. Please be lenient. one time."
Hong Sheng laughed and said, "It's very difficult for me to handle this."
"Difficult?"
Yin Xiu put up a posture, and her shadow was stretched extremely long under the light.
(End of this chapter)