The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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The man opposite was caught off guard and a fight broke out hastily.

"I wonder who will ultimately defeat her."

The audience below the stage began to discuss the fight.

"I heard that Chief Huang had a daughter late in life, and she's his only daughter. Whoever marries her will essentially become the leader of the Tianhe Gang."

A commoner said enviously.

As they were talking, the battle on the stage quickly came to a conclusion.

The man was kicked off the stage by Huang Ying.

The two exchanged blows in just a few moves, but Huang Ying's martial arts skills far surpassed those of the man.

"Who else?"

After swiftly defeating one person, Huang Ying glanced at the audience below the stage. Soon, another person went up to be beaten, and so on, one after another.

Most of the people who came up were only skilled in some martial arts, and they were all taken down in just a few moves. There were even some oddballs who came up on stage.

For example, a man wielding a chain hammer might swing his two hammers and wrap them around his own neck before he even starts fighting, then lie on the ground crying for help.

Another man wielding a large knife used a head-wrapping technique during his fight with Huang Ying, constantly waving the knife around his head, but accidentally cut off his own finger.

These people's bizarre approaches amused the audience, who burst into laughter.

Ok?

Jiang Ning narrowed his eyes as he watched the fight on the stage.

He sensed a familiar feeling from Huang Ying's moves.

After observing for a while, Jiang Ning discovered that some of Huang Ying's moves were the same as Ren Yingying's. He had used these moves on Ren Yingying last year when he was chasing her.

It seems that Huang Bolu's daughter, Huang Ying, has a complicated relationship with Ren Yingying.

The martial arts contest for marriage lasted from morning until afternoon. Many martial arts practitioners went up to challenge Huang Ying, but all of them failed. It wasn't until a scholar-looking man went up on stage that Huang Ying's undefeated record was finally broken. Only then did Huang Bolu step forward from below the stage to announce the result of the martial arts contest for marriage.

Huang Boliu addressed the crowd below the stage: "This young master is highly skilled in martial arts and has defeated my daughter. I will keep my promise and we will get married in three days. Please come and support us, folks."

Jiang Ning glanced at Huang Bolu and Huang Ying from a distance, memorized their appearances, and then turned and left.

At this moment, Jiang Ning was walking down the street, and the people were all discussing the Tianhe Gang's martial arts contest to find a husband.

Jiang Ning went to an inn and settled in.

He planned to find out the specifics of the Tianhe Gang before taking action.

The next morning, when Jiang Ning got up, he found the whole city decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. The streets were filled with men carrying red lanterns and hanging them from house to house. The entire street where Jiang Ning was staying was covered with red lanterns, which was very festive.

"Our young lady is getting married in three days. The gang leader said that the whole city should be decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations so that all the folks can share in the joy."

At this moment, a man from the Tianhe Gang carrying two lanterns walked to the inn where Jiang Ning was staying.

The innkeeper and his staff quickly came out and said with warm smiles, "Sir, please rest assured. It's the wedding of Chief Huang's daughter. We all know about it. Don't worry."

The boss gave a signal, and the waiter quickly took the lantern from the gang member's hand.

"Sir, let me do it."

"Hey."

Unexpectedly, the gang member moved his hand away, avoiding the waiter's hand, and looked at the boss and the waiter with a smile.

"Our gang leader's daughter's wedding is a joyous occasion, aren't you going to offer your congratulations?"

"what?"

The man was taken aback.

"What 'ah'? Hurry up and give your gift."

"I can't believe it," the gang member said impatiently, then looked at the two of them with a sinister expression.

"What? You don't want to give a gift?"

"Fine, fine."

The boss nodded quickly.

After receiving the money, the Tianhe Gang member finally smiled, weighed the loose silver in his hand, and handed over the lantern.

"That's right. Our Tianhe Gang has always taken good care of our fellow villagers. It's not reasonable for you not to give a gift on the occasion of our gang leader's daughter's wedding."

"You've collected plenty of protection money too."

The waiter muttered a couple of things under his breath.

"What did you say?"

The gang member glared at him upon hearing this.

The boss quickly tried to smooth things over: "Sir, sir, he's young and doesn't know any better, don't take it to heart."

The owner smiled broadly: "It's all thanks to the patronage of you gentlemen that our little shop has been able to thrive. It's only right that we give a gift for Chief Huang's daughter's wedding."

"That's right."

The man chuckled dismissively, urged the two to hang the lanterns up quickly, and then left.

The innkeeper's situation is not an isolated case; it's the same for almost every household.

"Sir, this is a coffin shop. Do coffin shops need to hang red lanterns too?"

The owner of a coffin shop stared in disbelief at the members of the Tianhe Gang who had come to his door.

"I don't care what kind of shop you are, just hang it up for me right now."

These people rudely took the money from the coffin shop owner and left behind two red lanterns before departing.

These members of the Tianhe Gang went door-to-door with lanterns, asking for money as a contribution. Some even asked the people for money for their lanterns.

Jiang Ning stood by the window, watching the scenes unfold on the street below, his face expressionless.

evening.

Jiang Ning took his sword and left the inn, eventually arriving at a place west of Kaifeng.

This is the territory of the Tianhe Gang, with Huang Bolu's mansion at the center.

Jiang Ning stood at a distance and looked around. Even at night, the place was still brightly lit, with squads of Tianhe Gang members guarding and patrolling, making it very heavily guarded.

……

"Fang Chunsheng."

The main hall of the Huang family mansion.

Huang Boliu said to the scholar, "You won my daughter in the martial arts contest yesterday, and I will not go back on my word. However, you must marry into my Huang family, and any children you have with Ying'er must bear the surname Huang."

The scholar immediately knelt down: "Yes, Chief Huang."

"Ah."

Huang Bolu nodded.

Actually, he arranged the entire martial arts contest to find a husband yesterday, and the scholar was also part of the plan.

The reason he did this was that he had no son, only a daughter. As he grew older, he was afraid that Huang Ying would not be able to control his Tianhe Gang after he died, so he held a martial arts contest to find a husband and arranged for this scholar to be a puppet so that Huang Ying could control the Tianhe Gang in the future.

"father."

At this moment, Huang Ying walked in from outside.

Huang Boliu looked at the scholar.

"You go down."

"Yes, Gang Leader."

The scholar quickly withdrew.

"Father, the Songshan Sect has sent another messenger to deliver a message to you."

Huang Ying was holding a letter in her hand.

"What did the letter say?"

Huang Boliu closed his eyes to rest, and upon hearing this, he replied without raising his head.

Huang Ying nodded, then tossed the letter aside and said with a smile, "Sect Leader Zuo said he has long admired Father's name and has admired him for a long time, but has never had the chance to meet him. In June, the Five Mountains Sword Sect will hold a conference to re-elect the leader of the alliance. Sect Leader Zuo would like to invite Father and the Tianhe Gang to attend and witness this event."

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Huang Bolu couldn't help but chuckle.

"Father, he's trying to win you over."

Huang Ying smiled.

Huang Boliu said, "The Songshan Sect is very powerful. If it were before, I would have liked to get to know this Left Sect Leader, but we have already sided with the Holy Maiden."

Speaking of Ren Yingying, Huang Ying looked at Huang Boliu and asked, "Father, has the Holy Maiden's injury healed?"

Huang Boliu shook his head: "I don't know either. When the Holy Maiden gave me the order last time, she only said that I was still resting, but I should be fine."

Huang Ying nodded, then said angrily, "It's all because of that Huashan disciple named Jiang Ning that he almost killed the Holy Maiden. If we run into him, we'll make him wish he were dead!"

At this point, Huang Ying looked at Huang Boliu and said, "Father, since the Five Mountains Sword Sect Alliance Leaders Conference is to be held on Mount Song in June, the Huashan Sect will definitely be there. Why don't we send people to block Mount Song and force Yue Buqun to hand over Jiangning? That way, we can also avenge the Holy Maiden."

"Don't be reckless."

Huang Bolu shook his head and refused: "We shouldn't do anything unless the Holy Maiden gives the order, otherwise we might cause trouble for the Holy Maiden."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a servant rushed in from outside the door in a panic.

"Chief, Chief, something terrible has happened!"

Huang Boliu frowned and looked at the gang member: "What's going on?"

"Someone has been killed!"

The gang member exclaimed in alarm.

"Who?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Boliu frowned, assuming that the gang members had gotten into a feud with others.

The gang member quickly asked, "Are Bai San and the others dead?"

"Bai San? Them?"

Huang Boliu immediately straightened up, his brows furrowing.

Bai San was a minor leader guarding his street.

Bai San was killed; someone trespassed into his territory?

"How many people died?"

Realizing this, Huang Bolu pressed for an answer.

"Seven of them. Bai San's team is all dead. We only found out when we changed shifts."

The gang member was terrified.

Huang Boliu frowned, about to speak, when another gang member burst in from outside the door.

"Boss, someone's dead! Someone's dead!"

The gang member was also in a panic, and after rushing in, he kept saying things.

"Are you dead again?"

Huang Bolu's face was grim as he asked, "Who died?"

The gang member's expression grew even more panicked: "Dong Wei, Zhu Nan, and Chen Wei are all dead. Their entire team is dead."

"They're all dead??"

Huang Boliu sat up in surprise.

These three were all minor leaders, and their men had also died. Including the men from before, a total of more than twenty or nearly thirty people had died. These were all guards of this street.

"Did you see clearly who killed him?"

Huang Bolu questioned.