Song Xuan said: "This move is the first move of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing. Kanglong has regrets. Kanglong has regrets comes from the "Book of Changes". Do you know the meaning of it?"

Although Su Le had average grades and had read many books, Zhou Yi also dabbled in it. He thought for a while and said, "Kanglong regrets means that people in high positions should be cautious of arrogance, otherwise they will fail and regret it." When he said this, he couldn't help but look at Song Xuan. This sentence seemed to be the most suitable for Song Xuan.

Song Xuan nodded and said, "Yes, this is what Kang Long Youhui means. In terms of palm techniques, this move is extremely fierce and has a very strong attack. The meaning is that when our offensive is the strongest, we must not forget to defend, and we must consider it comprehensively whether we use palms or do things." Song Xuan handed this palm to Su Le by the river, and he did not spend much time. In less than half an hour, Su Le practiced this move to look like it.

Song Xuan said: "I teach you this palm, you must not tell others. I am ordered to do things, and we have no teacher-student friendship." Although Song Xuan handed over the move to Su Le, he did not teach him the skill of exerting this move. In fact, Song Xuan was very puzzled by the commander's order this time. He followed Zhuangqiong for many years and made great contributions to the development of the Beggars' Sect. Even so, Zhuangqiong only handed him one of the eighteen palms of the Dragon Subduing Dragon. Now he made a special trip to Nanwu to train this unknown boy, and he taught him the Kanglong Youhui, whom he regarded as his unique skill in his life, which really made Song Xuan puzzled him. But the leader of the gang had to do it, but he still kept a hand.

Su Le said: "Uncle Song, thank you."

Song Xuan said: "You don't have to thank me. If you want to thank me, please thank him in person when you meet the leader in the future."

While the two of them were talking, Song Xuan suddenly stopped and said in a deep voice: "Who?"

Sure enough, a figure flashed out in the woods in the distance. The man limped towards this side. Su Le saw it clearly, but he was the beggar who had chased him and had beaten him.

Li Jiujin smiled charmingly and said from afar: "Mr. Song, it's me, Chen Jiujin, I have followed you in the past."

Song Xuan frowned, obviously not thinking about who this cripple was.

Li Jiujin said, "I am the deputy head of the 12th Hall of the Nanwu Branch, and a disciple of the Four Bags." He saluted Song Xuan with standard charity.

Song Xuan said: "What are you doing with us sneakily?"

Li Jiujin said, "Mr. Song, it was the young man who asked me to come to you and said that there was something important to talk to you. He seemed a little angry."

Su Le already knew that the little beggar was referring to Zhuang Dafang. It seems that this little beggar is really not simple. It can make Song Xuan, the elder Jiubiao, look at him differently. It must be an extraordinary identity. Su Le remembered the current leader of the Beggars' Sect, Zhuang Qiu, and vaguely guessed that there must be an extremely close relationship between Zhuang Dafang and Zhuang Qiu. Otherwise, as a sixth generation disciple, he would not dare to be arrogant in front of Song Xuan, the elder Jiubiao. Even if he met, it would not be possible to summon Song Xuan, but should come to see him on his own initiative.

Song Xuan said: "Where is he?"

Li Jiujin said: "Hengsheng Metal Recycling Station!"

Song Xuan is not unfamiliar with the name of Hengsheng Metal Recycling Station. This recycling station was once the foundation for Song Xuan's career. It was from here that he gradually expanded and established his own recycling enterprise, monopolized most of the waste recycling business in Jiangnan, and became the famous king of rags. Although the Hengsheng Metal Recycling Station is still under Song Xuan's name, it has stopped recycling business. The place happened to be within the planning scope of Lancheng Group, the largest real estate developer in Yun'an. Song Xuan offered a sky-high price of 10 million for the suburban land of less than one acre. This is how business is like, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten. After more than half a year of negotiations, Lancheng finally nodded to agree to Song Xuan's conditions. Song Xuan has another important task to come back to Nanwu this time, which is to sign a contract.

To be able to achieve the current results, Song Xuan's disciples made great contributions. In order to demolish the place at a low price, Lancheng Group also tried every means, but in the end they were all resolved by these beggars who were not afraid of heaven and earth.

Song Xuan was just now thinking of a person like Cu Jiujin, who was responsible for handling the demolition of Hengsheng Metal Recycling Station for himself. This tug-of-war with Lancheng Group was implemented by him.

Song Xuan nodded to Cujiujin, and he said to Su Le: "Go with me."

Su Le did not originally intend to participate in the internal affairs of the other party's gang, but since Song Xuan made an invitation, he couldn't refuse, not to mention that Zhuang Dafang was his good friend who shared the hardships. The two walked out of the woods, took a car nearby, and headed straight to Hengsheng Metal Recycling Station.

Half an hour later, the taxi took the two outside the gate of Hengsheng Metal Recycling Station. It was dusk. Song Xuan handed over a 100-yuan bill to the taxi and waved his hand to signal the driver not to look for it.

Su Le sighed in his heart. The leader of the beggar was indeed generous. It seemed that begging for food was much more nourishing than most people in the world. In fact, he also understood that Song Xuan was definitely not an ordinary beggar. Although he was the elder of the Beggars' Sect and the leader of the Clean Clothing Sect, he was actually a fundamental difference from those beggars begging along the street. Song Xuan not only did business, but also did a big business, but judging from Song Xuan's car, the billionaire that others called him was definitely worthy of his reputation.

The door of Hengsheng Metal Recycling Station is locked. Because it has been abandoned for a long time, the door is already rusted. The small door on the right is covered with faint concealment. Song Xuan stretched out his hand to push the door and smiled at Su Le: "Young man has a bad temper. If he turns around, please help me persuade him." Song Xuan seemed to be quite afraid of Zhuang Dafang in his words, which further verified Su Le's guess about Zhuang Dafang's life experience.

Su Le said: "What is the relationship between Zhuang Dafang and your gang leader?"

Song Xuan did not answer Su Le's question. Instead, he continued to walk towards the small door.

Su Le always felt that the atmosphere here was a bit weird. He reminded Song Xuan: "There shouldn't be an ambush?"

Song Xuan smiled indifferently and said, "Ambushes? I want to see who dares to ambush me!" His confidence is based on powerful martial arts.

Song Xuan slowly pushed open the small door, and the rusty door shaft made a squeaking sound. The two black crows standing on the treetops in front of the door were alarmed by the sound, flapping their wings and flying into the air, facing the deep purple sunset.

Song Xuan frowned. He was a superstitious person. When he saw the crow, he felt a little unlucky. He walked into the courtyard. There was a lot of waste in the empty courtyard. Zhuang Dafang was not seen inside. Only a white-haired old woman was cleaning up the waste there.

Song Xuan walked over, came behind the old woman, and whispered: "Grandma, are there anyone else here?"

The old woman seemed to have not heard what he was saying, but still bent down and tidyed up something on the pile of waste.

Song Xuan loudered his voice: "Grandma, are there anyone else here?"

The old woman slowly came to her senses, but saw that her eyes were as lifeless as a dead fish belly, and her face was full of rifts and valleys. She turned out to be an old blind man. The old woman pointed to her ears, then pointed to her mouth, and then pointed to the iron house in the center of the yard.

Song Xuan shook his head, feeling helpless, but he didn't know when the old woman chose her place as a stronghold for picking up scatters. He walked towards the iron house and shouted: "Brother!"

Su Le fell behind him and saw the old woman bowing to clean up the rags again, groping on the pile of waste with her hands. The scene seemed quite strange.

Song Xuan pushed open the door of the iron house, and it was pitch black inside, and a rotten smell came to his face. Song Xuan covered his mouth and nose, looked closely and saw a figure curled up in the corner of the iron house. Judging from his body shape, he should be Zhuang Dafang. Song Xuan took a step forward, reached out and patted his shoulder and said, "Brother."

The man suddenly turned around, and at the same time, a syringe in his hand aimed at Song Xuan's eyes and pulling the mechanism.

Song Xuan did not expect such a change at all. No matter how good he was, he could not react in time at such a short distance. He secretly complained that something was wrong. In a hurry, he closed his eyes, retracted his body, raised his arms and made a blocking move, trying to protect his face with his arms.

But when he reacted, he felt that his internal breath was obscure and his internal energy could no longer be as free as usual. His movements were naturally slowed by half a beat. Although it was only half a beat slow, it had already formed a lifelong regret for him. More than ten steel needles as thin as cow hair shot into his eyes at high speed. Song Xuan screamed, and his eyes turned black.
Chapter completed!