Volume 18: The Third Master's Sword Chapter 425: Fight
Winter is approaching and it's getting colder.
There are fewer and fewer people on the streets.
Old Gong's figure still appears day and night.
Now he no longer talked nonsense to Xiaoyun, but complained to himself from time to time: "It seems that I am really old. I can't even carry such a small bucket of manure!"
He walked unsteadily, panting: "Back then... I could carry two buckets this big by myself without any problem!"
When Old Gong said this, he couldn't help but look at Xiaoyun, with a look of envy and a little fear in his eyes.
Xiaoyun stopped talking again.
He was always silent, as if he was thinking about something, but not quite.
After that day's communication, there seemed to be a sudden gap between the two people's souls, but the cooperation between their bodies gradually became better.
After a while, Xiaoyun became familiar with the operation and began to collect manure from door to door alone, instead of working with Lao Gong.
This way, efficiency is even higher. With Xiaoyun's help, Mr. Gong finished all the work that would normally take a whole day before noon.
Afternoon.
There was a slight glimmer of sunlight in the sky.
The bright sunshine makes people's mood become very gentle.
The two met at an agreed-upon place in South City District, each carrying an empty dung bucket that had been sold out.
"Today's manure has been collected. It's so fast!"
Old Gong wiped his sweat off his face, smiled a rare smile, and said, "The day before yesterday, I went to Liu's house alone. Miss Liu Rushui said she wanted to give us two sets of unwanted quilts. I went to claim them last night and they are now in my room."
"I saw you were already asleep at that time, so I didn't tell you."
At this time of year, Lao Gong is the happiest.
Because Liu Rushui of the Liu Mansion was the kindest and most generous person, every winter she would distribute a lot of warm clothes to the poor people to bring them warmth, of course this also included Old Gong who often visited the Liu Mansion.
It is said that Miss Liu Rushui will marry the swordsman Li Anzi from the Hainan Sword School in the early spring of next year, so she has put a lot of thought into it this winter.
The original winter clothes turned into thick quilts, which made Old Gong smile from ear to ear. He took a bath generously and then went to the house to pick it up.
"When the time comes, I'll build a bed and you'll get one."
Xiaoyun actually smiled, which was rare, and said, "Okay."
The two walked to the north of Liuquan City, and Lao Gong took Xiaoyun back to their home in the northern district.
The house is at the end of a small alley.
The house is an ordinary one. Although it is not big, it is neatly built.
After entering the house, Old Gong put down the dung bucket, hurriedly washed his hands in a small basin, and shouted with joy, "I'll take you to see the new quilt!"
Xiaoyun followed Lao Gong into the house, but found something wrong.
Old Gong lived in the inner room, while Xiaoyun lived on a large wooden board at the entrance, which had been overturned.
Xiaoyun silently picked up the wooden board and gently put it back where it belonged.
Old Gong smiled and said, " Did you accidentally knock it down when you went out? Be more careful next time..."
As he was talking, he suddenly felt that the few things placed there seemed to have been moved.
So Old Gong looked solemn and hurried back to the inner room.
There were indeed two quilts in the inner room, but the quilts were not so clean. They were covered with the things that Lao Gong was most familiar with.
shit.
The thick bedding was covered with yellowish feces water that had not yet dried up!
Old Gong stared at it blankly, feeling as heartbroken as if he saw his most beloved daughter being raped by a bully.
He was so angry that he was shaking and pointed at the quilt on the bed and said, "Who did this? Who did this?!"
"I really want to kill his mother. Which bastard did this on purpose..."
Old Gong was cursing, but suddenly he stopped. He walked to the bed and saw a large , white paper with very dark words written on it.
The paper was snow-white, clean and unstained, and it was obvious that it was placed there after the feces had been thrown.
Old Gong's hands were shaking as he picked up the piece of white paper, walked out the door tremblingly, held it up to the sunlight and looked at it again and again, but in the end he still couldn't understand what was written on it.
When he saw Xiaoyun following him out, he immediately asked, "Can you read?"
Xiaoyun said, "I recognize some."
Old Gong said anxiously: "Help me take a look! What is written on it?"
Outside the East City, under the hanging tree, on the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, we are waiting for you to fight. Whoever wins will take over the South City area!
It was a simple large piece of paper with neat and pedantic handwriting, but there was a hint of fierceness between the lines.
Xiaoyun read all the contents verbatim to Lao Gong.
Old Gong looked worried, but also a little excited. He finally threw the white paper into the dung and spat, "It's that bastard again! He's here again!"
Xiaoyun asked, "Are those dung tyrants coming again to grab the territory?"
Old Gong shouted majestically, "Yes! It's them! That bastard Pang has been fighting me for seven years. He comes to challenge me every winter. Every year he is defeated. This year will be no exception!"
"He's really brave. He actually came to my house for the first time. I'm going to teach him a lesson!"
After Old Gong finished speaking, he rubbed his hands, strode out of the door, looked around, and went to find clean water to wash the bedding.
Xiaoyun sighed and said a few more words to Lao Gong.
What he said was that since the man surnamed Pang dared to give such a big show of force this year, he probably had new support and we must be on guard against him.
But Old Gong was full of confidence and didn't care. He replied that the man was just becoming more and more despicable.
…
The sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, outside the eastern suburbs.
Old Gong took Xiaoyun out early in the morning.
Sure enough, there was a big hanging tree. Its leaves had fallen off long ago, leaving only bare branches and a thick and strong trunk.
There was a man standing under the tree. He was probably almost middle-aged or old, but his arms were still strong and his posture was still upright.
When Lao Gong and Xiao Yun went there, he had his back to them. Only when he felt someone approaching did he turn around and look at Lao Gong with his sharp eyes.
"I didn't think you'd dare to come!"
Old Gong snorted coldly and said, "Pang Da, I never thought you would dare to come!"
Pang Da put his hands behind his back and smiled softly, "I came here this year to take back the sewage in the southern part of the city!"
He deliberately made his words sound very powerful, as if he was not talking about "the ownership of the sewage in South City" but "the position of the leader of a major martial arts sect."
——The manure water in Liuquan City is roughly divided into four urban areas: east, south, west, and north. Although the South City is the smallest in terms of area, it is the richest. The people living there are all rich people, and the manure is also "fertilizer water."
The rich eat better food, so their excrement is also "fatter", so the price paid by the feces collectors will naturally be higher.
Therefore, sewage in the South City area has always been the most sought-after. Old Gong was able to occupy this area thanks to his many years of experience.
At this time, Old Gong put his hands on his waist and said to Xiaoyun in a generous manner: "Xiaoyun, you have to recognize clearly that this Pang Da is the most scoundrel in Liuquan City. From now on, you must beat him up every time you see him, understand?!"
Pang Da finally couldn't hold it anymore and said with a clenched mouth: "If you dare to touch me, I tell you, I have learned a new move from Huashan, called Push... Push the door to see the house, I will teach you to pay the price for what you have done, and eat my shit like you eat your mother's milk!"
Old Gong was furious when he heard this. He rushed forward, swung his fist vigorously, and hit Pang Da's right temple hard.
Unexpectedly, Pang Da was well prepared. He turned his body to the side, stretched out his left foot and stepped under Lao Gong's feet. Then he pushed Lao Gong to the ground with his right hand.
Bang!
Old Gong held back his voice and instead clasped his hands around the huge ankle, tightly grasping it and biting it hard!
“Hahahaha… you must have fallen pretty hard this time…”
Before Pang Da could even laugh, he fell to the ground, and the two of them started fighting with each other, kicking and punching!
