Martial arts master: My aptitude depends entirely on the pile of exercises

He wiped his throat as he spoke, the murderous intent in his eyes was clearly revealed.

Yang Can glanced at him in surprise:

"I leave it to you, and in addition, I will deal with this here.

Gu Family and Tianhua Martial Arts School, you also go to receive it first, and I will send someone to help when the time comes. "

"Don't worry, young master, leave it to me!"

Sun Wenyue patted his chest, and walked towards Lin Tianhua who had no resistance with a ferocious expression on his face.

Yang Can was not interested in watching, so he picked up the three exercises and said another sentence before leaving:

"Don't forget to send your other exercises to the Yang Mansion."

What responded to him was Lin Tianhua's low moan before he died...

It was late at night, Yang Can returned home and didn't want to disturb his father Yang Rong. After finding two of his men to go out to handle errands, he returned to his room.

Soon, Sun Wenyue and Zheng Wendong sent the exercises over.

Including Gu Yuan's three books, Yang Can took a total of six books on this trip, which are all qualifications!

He took a cursory glance, and found that these books were all external skills, which were of the same level as Capturing Crane Claws, and they were all original, so there was no possibility of falsification.

After a while, he picked a few medicine prescriptions, and got the maid Qiao'er, and asked her to follow the prescriptions to get the medicine tomorrow.

After that, Yang Can sat on the bed and began to practice Tianyang Gong.

At the same time, what happened in Wanxian Building tonight began to slowly ferment and spread through various channels...

Early the next morning.

A burly man with a bare upper body and a dragon tattoo on his back rode a tall horse to the gate of the Yang Mansion.

He put a half-human tall mallet on his shoulder and grinned grinningly:

"Open the door."

Immediately, the seven or eight strong men who followed immediately stepped forward and kicked open the gate of the Yang family.

The big man immediately grinned and shouted:

"Where is Yang Rong, get out of here!"

Yang Rong, who was well dressed, ran out quickly, and smiled at the man on horseback:

"Master Wu Xiang, what happened this early in the morning?"

"What's the matter?" The big man let go of his hand slightly and let the mallet fall freely to the ground, making a loud bang and splashing clouds of smoke and dust.

This scene made the eyelids of the onlookers twitch. This weapon weighs at least three or four hundred catties.

"Pay this year's tribute."

"Gong money?" Yang Rong was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said:

"Didn't you already hand it over at the beginning of the year? It's a whole 100 taels, and I handed it to Lord Wu Xiang..."

The tribute money is actually the so-called protection fee, and the merchants in Yuecheng have to pay it to the largest local gang, the Yueyang Gang, every year.

And this person in front of him is the Fragrance Master of the Yueyang Gang, one of the only six warriors in Yuecheng—Wu Bing!

"Play stupid with me, right?" Wu Bing turned cold, and said:

"Last night, your Yang family wiped out the Gu family and Tianhua Martial Arts in one go, and gained a lot of benefits.

And the business in the west of the city is equivalent to being monopolized by your Yang family. From now on, it can be said that it will make a fortune every day, so the tribute money will have to go up. "

"You, what did you say?"

Yang Rong was shocked.

His old enemy, the Gu family, was gone, so he was naturally happy, but the other party actually said that their Yang family was destroyed!

How is this possible!He didn't go out at all last night!

Besides, Wu Ling, the most powerful coach in the family, is not here, how could...

"Could it be..."

Yang Rong suddenly thought of something, and when he turned around, he happened to see Yang Can who had heard the news...

Chapter 8 Spending money to eliminate disasters!Greed is not enough!

Yang Rong stepped forward and asked hesitantly:

"Chan'er, you..."

"I did it."

Yang Can stared at the big man on horseback and replied in a low voice.

From a distance, he felt an inexplicable pressure from the other party. Coupled with the stick that stood upright on the ground and weighed three to four hundred catties, the man in front of him was definitely not weak.

"It's really you!"

Yang Rong was surprised and delighted in his heart, but there was no time to say more now.

He first glanced back at Wu Bing, and then ordered in a low voice:

"Chan'er, don't worry about this matter, go back first and leave it to me."

He was afraid that Yang Can would be too impulsive because of his small achievements in martial arts, so that he would conflict with that Wu Bing.

This Yueyang gang is not something they can provoke.

Yang Can saw his father's worry and replied:

"Father, don't worry, I won't act rashly."

He could feel that the person in front of him must be a powerful warrior.

"That's good, that's good..." Yang Rong felt relieved a lot, just as he was talking, the subordinates behind Wu Bing shouted impatiently:

"Old man Yang, hurry up, and pay another 200 taels of silver as a tribute, and the brothers are still rushing to Lichunyuan!"

There was a burst of laughter from the surrounding partners.

"Yes." Yang Rong hurriedly responded, and then he was a little confused:

"But I can't get out so much money at once, how about using some goods to pay for the tribute money?"

Wu Bing spat fiercely on the ground:

"Bah! What's the use of me wanting goods! The surname is Yang, amusing me!"

"Don't dare dare!" Yang Rong waved his hands again and again, with a look of embarrassment on his face and said:

"Master Wu Xiang, I really can't afford that much money!

Not long after the beginning of the new year, all the silver was used to buy goods, and only some cash for daily life was left at home, which was just over 100 taels..."

"Can't get it out, right?" Wu Bing sneered and winked at the subordinates behind him.

Immediately, the seven or eight big men were gearing up and surrounded them obviously with malicious intentions.

Seeing that something was wrong, Yang Can immediately stepped forward and said:

"Master Wu Xiang, don't worry, the 200 taels of silver will be delivered later, please give us some time."

Since the other party is asking for money, then give it to them.

Yang Can's strength is not good now, so he should bear it for a while, after all, the person who came this time is a real warrior, so it's a small problem to spend money to eliminate disasters.

And last night he sent someone to take over the Gu family, he should have gained a lot, and he should come back after some time.

Immediately Wu Bing raised his hand, stopped his subordinates, and said with a leisurely smile:

"Since Mr. Yang beat Lin Tianhua to death with one punch last night, so powerful, I will give you a stick of incense time."

As soon as he spoke, a slightly wretched, short old man ran out of the corner:

"Master Wuxiang! Don't worry! Isn't it just 200 taels of silver? I have it! I have it!"

He hurried over with four large silver ingots worth 50 taels each.

"Oh?"

Wu Bing asked someone to take the money, glanced at the person who came, and played with taste:

"Sun Wenyue, it turned out to be you, why, now that the Gu family is gone, you turned around and followed the Yang family?

You kid is a good player who sees the wind and the rudder. "

Sun Wenyue cupped his hands and said with a smile:

"Hey, thank you, Lord Xiang, for your compliment."

"Okay, let's go." Wu Bing waved his whip, nodded to Yang Rong and said:

"Remember, next year's tribute money plus this amount will make a total of 300 taels."

"Naturally, Lord Wuxiang, go slowly!" Yang Rong replied very quickly, and then asked again:

"But the City Lord's Mansion..."

He was worried that Yang Can's behavior last night would be targeted by the government and cause trouble.

Wu Bing laughed loudly without looking back:

"Haha, since you've paid the money, you're one of our own, if they come to your door at that time, just report me the name of the Yueyang Gang!"

……

After sending the plague god away, Yang Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then asked Yang Can:

"Chan'er, what's going on?"

Before Yang Can could speak, Sun Wenyue greeted him with a flattering smile on his face:

"Master Yang, you don't know. Last night, the young master punched Gu Bei and kicked Lin Tianhua with incomparable awe and prestige! His power is unrivaled..."

"Okay." Yang Can stopped the other party's flattery and asked:

"How is the Gu family's affairs going?"

Sun Wenyue patted his chest and said:

"Master, don't worry, I'm an expert in this field, I didn't keep anyone who deserved to be killed!

In addition, 1000 taels of cash were found from Gu's house, except for the 200 taels just now, the rest had been quietly sent into the mansion through the back door. "

"Did you find out about the Bright Moon Kung Fu handed down by the Gu family?"

"I haven't seen this one, but old man Gu has a brother who confessed half of it in order to survive, and he wants to use the remaining half to buy his own life."

"Half a book? Enough, don't bother him." Yang Can smiled and ordered, and asked again:

"Is there any other gain in the martial arts hall?"

Although Sun Wenyue was surprised, he didn't ask any more questions, and said with a curled lips:

"Tianhua Martial Arts School is very poor, so they only found more than 100 taels of silver, and a book of Feiyan Boxing. Other than that, there is nothing left."

"Why, why is there something about Tianhua Martial Arts..." Yang Rong, who was listening at the side, was at a loss, wondering:

"Chan'er, what exactly is this..."

"Father, let's go back and talk about it."

Yang Can smiled and headed home with a few people.

……

On the main road, Wu Bing was riding a horse, and the people around him avoided him, for fear of offending the old man.

Li Genshen, the subordinate behind him, stepped forward with four big silver coins in his hand and asked:

"Master Wu Xiang, since doing business is so profitable, why don't we just destroy the Yang family and do it ourselves?"

Wu Bing glanced at him and scolded:

"You kid can't even recognize numbers, and you want to do business? What's more, doing business is not as fast as stealing money!"

In his opinion, there is really no difference between collecting tribute money and stealing money.