Song Xuan put down the arm of the dead beggar and walked over with heavy steps. He whispered: "Stop it all!"

The beggars were extremely convinced of Song Xuan's words and all retreated. The reinforcements from the Xiaodao Society saw the scene in front of them, and did not move forward rashly for a while.

After the police arrived, Xie Yunan and his nephew crawled out of the overturned car in a mess.

Xie Zhongliang looked at Song Xuan coldly. His eyes were as vicious as jackals, but just a quick glance was quickly called by the police to take a record. Before Xie Zhongliang left, Xie Yunan whispered: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Don’t talk nonsense, that is, you cannot tell the real reason for this incident. There are rules for the world, and disputes between sects must be resolved by their own rules. You cannot pretend to be with the police.

Although Xie Yunan was scratched on many sides, he still remained calm enough. There were about 40 members of Xiaodao coming to reinforce. However, when the police arrived, these people did not surround him, but chose to wait and see the crowd. They only chose four people to come. Two people came to protect Xie Yunan, and the other two came to Yi Chuanhong and helped her up.

A string of red woke up leisurely. The first thing she did after she woke up was looking for Su Le in the crowd. Seeing Su Le and Zhuang Dafang standing together, the boy looked at a string of red fearlessly and actually smiled at her.

Yishanghong bit her lip, glared at him fiercely, and then stood up with the help of her companions. A policeman walked towards her in the distance. A string of red motorcycle hit Passat. She was obviously involved in the traffic accident, and the police wanted to investigate her.

Xie Yunan walked towards Song Xuan, and he covered his forehead with a snow-white handkerchief. The area where his forehead was scratched by the glass was still bleeding.

At this time, Song Xuan had no expression on his face. Xie Yunan came to him and whispered: "I will take responsibility for the deceased's affairs. Let's just let it go!" Xie Yunan did not want to have a head-on conflict with the Beggars' Sect, although he was obviously at a disadvantage.

Song Xuan turned around and looked at the corpse in the distance. The police had covered the corpse with white cloth, and outlined it with chalk around the corpse, and then prepared to put the corpse into a body bag. Song Xuan nodded and walked towards the distance.

On the surface, Song Xuan had nothing to do with this incident, but in fact, he had provoked the whole incident. If it weren't for his anger and planning this car accident, the beggar wouldn't have died for no reason.

Zhuang Da chased Song Xuan, and Su Le was worried that he would suffer a loss and followed.

When Song Xuan arrived at Fenglu Bridge, he stopped and heard Zhuang Dafang's angry voice coming from behind: "Stop for me!"

Song Xuan sighed and turned around. He looked at Zhuang Dafang and said, "Brother, what do you want me?"

Zhuang Dafang said with red eyes: "What power do you have to let Lao Gao die? Do you have to sacrifice an innocent life for your struggle for your will?"

Song Xuan was also in extreme pain, but his expression seemed very indifferent: "If you don't do it, you have done it, and everyone is dead. What do you want me to do? Could you let me pay his life?"

Zhuang Dafang said angrily: "Are you human? Do you have sympathy?"

Song Xuan said: "Compassion is the most useless luxury in the world. Maybe you don't understand it now, you will understand it in the future!"

Zhuang Dafang shouted: "Song Xuan, I won't just let go of this matter!" He turned around and walked towards the scene of the accident.

Su Le wanted to leave, but heard Song Xuan say, "Su Le, stop, I have a few words to say to you."

Su Le was slightly stunned, and he looked at Song Xuan.

Song Xuan pointed to the Shiqiao Tavern at Fenglu Bridge and whispered: "Go for me two drinks."

Su Le thought about it and finally walked in with Song Xuan. It was not because Song Xuan's personality charm was so that Su Le could not refuse, but because Su Le was full of curiosity. Including today, he and Song Xuan had just met twice, but he didn't know what important things he had to ask him for.

A plate of fennel beans and a plate of chickens torn by hand, sitting at the wooden table in Linhe, Song Xuan raised the bowl of sorghum in his hand and drank it all. His eyes were filled with loneliness and loneliness. His deep eyes stared at Su Le opposite him and said softly: "Do you know why I will help you?"

Su Le shook his head, picked up the cold beer in front of him, took a sip, and said, "Is it because of Aunt Zhao?" When he met Song Xuan for the first time, Zhao Yonghong was in the car. Su Le had guessed in his heart about the relationship between the two, and even guessed that the divorce between Tang Shi's parents might have something to do with Song Xuan.

Song Xuan said: "She and I are old classmates. When I saw you that day, I didn't know that you would participate in the banquet hall competition, nor did I know that you were the person I was looking for."

Su Le said in surprise: "You are looking for me? Why?"

Song Xuan said: "I have been ordered by the gang leader."

Su Le said: "Gangmaster? You are..."

Song Xuan said: "The elder of the Beggar Gang's Clean Clothing Sect, Nine Bags!"

Su Le looked at Song Xuan in front of him and couldn't help but feel awe. Su Le had read many martial arts novels. Elder Jiubiao is definitely a high-level figure in the Beggars' Sect. If the gang leader is the chairman, the gang elder should be almost the CEO of the Clean Clothing Sect. It is also a very shameful thing to be able to drink with the CEO of the Beggars' Sect. Su Le immediately thought of another question: "But I don't seem to know your gang leader?" When he said this, Su Le suddenly remembered that he was drunk with an old beggar on the last night he left Xiao Dongfeng. Could that old beggar be the leader of the Beggars' Sect?

Song Xuan said: "It doesn't matter whether you recognize him or not. In short, it's enough for our gang leader to know you."

Su Le said: "Do you have any photos of your gang leader? Show me?"

Song Xuan said: "When he wants to see you, he will naturally find you." He dropped his wine glass and looked at Fenglu Bridge in the sunset. Because of the unexpected death of his subordinates, his mood was obviously greatly affected.

Su Le said: "What did he ask you to do for me?"

Song Xuan finished drinking the wine in the glass, stared at Su Le and said word by word: "He asked me to teach you martial arts."

Su Le smiled and said, "Teaching me on martial arts? Why?"

Song Xuan said: "I never ask what the gang leader explained. Since he asked me to teach you, I have to do it."

Su Le took another beer: "It sounds like I'm not at a disadvantage."

Song Xuan said: "If it were someone else, I'm afraid I'm so happy that I'm going crazy now."

Su Le disagreed and said, "What do you want to teach me? Dog-beating stick or Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

Song Xuan said: "How do you know?"

Su Le widened her eyes: "It's not true, is it?"

Song Xuan grabbed the wine bowl in front of him and drank it clean, then stood up and said, "Come with me."

The two of them came to the woods by the river. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon. The outdoor temperature was hot. Cicadas kept chirping on the treetops. There were no other figures in the woods except the two of them.

Song Xuan said: "You must have heard of this move I taught you. It's called Kanglong regretful!"

Until now, Su Le was skeptical about Song Xuan's words. He thought that Song Xuan might have been drunk too much. Although Su Le kept the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms all day long, it was all seen from martial arts novels. He believed that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Dog-beating Stick Technique were made up by novelists, and it was impossible to exist in reality. But now that Song Xuan wanted to teach him the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Su Le felt a little incredible. Su Le said: "Are you sure you want to teach me this set of palm techniques?"

Song Xuan said: "You don't talk so much nonsense. When I want to teach you? If it weren't for the gang leader's order, I wouldn't bother to care about you. Also, you can figure it out. I will teach you one palm, not one set, and I won't know the whole set."

Song Xuan bent his left leg slightly, bent his right arm inward, and his right palm drew a circle counterclockwise to push outward. He was pushing on a willow tree as thick as a bowl, and only a click sound was heard, the willow tree actually broke in response.

When Su Le saw the scene in front of him, he realized that Song Xuan was not joking. Everything was serious. This palm could actually break such a thick willow tree, which showed that it was amazingly powerful and not far from the legendary Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
Chapter completed!