Qingyun Gang
In a tavern in Jingkou, Asen passed out drunk on a table filled with empty wine jugs, still shouting to the owner, "Bring me some wine!"
The shopkeeper shook his head helplessly, thinking that this man must have been hurt by love. Nine out of ten people who come here to get drunk are either hurt by love or have a deep hatred for someone. The shopkeeper brought another pot of wine and placed it on the table, saying, "Sir, you'd better drink less. No one can take away what is yours, so don't think about what is not yours."
Upon hearing this, Asen opened his drunken eyes, grabbed the shopkeeper by the collar and asked, "What did you say? How did you know I was thinking about a girl?"
As he expected, his eyes were blurry and he looked melancholic, as if he was hurt by love. "Look at a man like you with such a handsome appearance, are you worried about not having a girl interested in you?"
"What do you know? This world is so big, and she is the only one."
"Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything." The shopkeeper said and turned to leave.
Sitting at the wine table opposite were three gangsters. They were wearing conical hats and black clothes, with swords standing beside the table as they ate and drank.
After hearing the conversation between Asen and the shop owner, I couldn't help but look at Asen a few more times.
One of them said, "Look at this guy. He drank himself into this state for a little girl. He's such a loser."
"Why should we care about others? The purpose of our trip is to find the young leader. It can also be regarded as an explanation to the seriously ill leader. Otherwise, if the leader passes away, who will inherit his legacy?"
"Stop talking, don't you want to live?"
The person who had just spoken fell silent immediately after hearing this. It was here that he could say this without losing his head.
"You say the world is so big, where can we find the young leader? How can we find someone who was lost when he was a child? Isn't it like looking for a needle in a haystack? The leader has sent out almost all the brothers in the gang, and after searching for months, there is still no news."
"Yeah, even someone with a bean-sized black mole behind his ear wouldn't appear in front of us on his own." The person who spoke shook his head helplessly.
At this time, Arsen seemed to be drunk and fell off the chair with a "bang" and lay on the ground.
The three men looked over here when they heard the sound, and when they saw that it was a drunk man lying on the ground, they turned away and continued drinking.
One of them suddenly felt something was wrong and looked at the drunk again. There was a black mole the size of a bean behind the drunk's ear. In order to see it more clearly, he walked over and squatted down to check behind Arsen's ear. It was indeed the mole, so he excitedly shouted to the two men: "Young boss, we have found it. This is the man." Then he pointed at Arsen who was lying on the ground.
The two men took a look and found it was indeed the case. "Take him over and let's see. The young gang leader should be twenty-three this year."
Several people pulled Arsen over, revealing the handsome face of the young man.
"It should be correct. The age is right, and even the appearance is very similar to the gang leader when he was young."
Several people couldn't help but feel overjoyed. After searching for several months without any results, the young gang leader took the initiative to appear in front of them in this way.
They didn't even bother to drink, they just carried the man on their backs and walked down the stairs of the tavern.
Seeing the three men in black about to leave without paying, the shopkeeper hurriedly shouted, "Sir, you haven't paid yet?"
One of them threw a piece of silver into the shopkeeper's arms and said, "We'll pay for the wine for the young man upstairs."
The innkeeper saw that such a large ingot of silver was more than enough for their meal, so he said happily, "Goodbye, gentlemen."
Arsen woke up from his drunken stupor with a splitting headache. Although drinking can make people forget their troubles temporarily, the moment he woke up, he felt really uncomfortable.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment. The house was luxuriously decorated and the furniture was all made of golden nanmu. The tall step-out bed was comparable to the residence of the empress in the palace, and there was also the chaise longue. Asen went up to it and found it extremely comfortable.
Arsen lay on the chaise longue, slowly recalling what happened yesterday. He had gone to the tavern to drink in the evening, but when he woke up it was already early morning, so it was obvious that he had spent the night there. He could not remember anything that happened while he was drunk.
Wait, could it be that he was kidnapped? That doesn't make sense, because kidnapped people would be tied up. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
So I walked out of the house, and the view suddenly opened up. The warm sun was shining, the breeze was blowing gently, the sky was blue, the palace was towering, and a magnificent mansion stood under the blue sky. The scorching sun poured down, and the layers of glazed tiles shone with dazzling light under the bright sun.
Inside the courtyard, there was a group of people dressed in green, brandishing swords and performing various movements in unison following commands.
He was about to go over to admire their moves when he heard someone shout, "Good morning, young master."
He was startled by the sudden voice. Who was it calling? He glanced around but didn't see anyone else. He took a few steps forward and someone passing by greeted him with a greeting, "Morning, Young Master." Only then did he realize it was him.
He was a little confused. He became the young master after waking up. Could it be that he was dreaming? Could such a magnificent mansion be in the fairyland? He pinched his face and it really hurt a little. It seemed that he was not dreaming.
At this time, a young man with clear features and dressed in black said to him, "Young Master, are you awake?"
"Why are you calling me Young Master? Where is this?"
"Young Master, this is the Qingyun Gang. You are our long-lost Young Master. It wasn't until you were drinking in a tavern yesterday that we realized you were our Young Master, so we brought you back."
The Qingyun Gang is the foremost martial arts sect. Its leader, Mu Yunfeng, has a life of integrity and loyalty, cultivating close ties with prominent families, officials, and heroes. He also maintains close ties with the imperial court, effectively earning him the support of both the underworld and the underworld. The Qingyun Gang, rooted in the world of benevolence and righteousness, continues to grow and prosper. Their wealth is immense, thanks to their maritime transport of tea, silk, jade, and other items to countries like Persia.
Asen had heard a storyteller say that the leader of the Qingyun Gang, Mu Yunfeng, had only one son, who had gone missing when he was young and whose whereabouts were still unknown. Now, he heard this man say that he was the young leader of the Qingyun Gang. How could such a good thing happen to him? So Asen pointed at himself and said:
"Me? Your young master? Are you kidding? I have a father and a mother, but they passed away a long time ago."
"Young Master, there is a black mole the size of a bean behind your ear. We found you because of this mole."
Asen heard this and realized that he did have a mole behind his ear. He was still skeptical, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"The young master went missing when he was five years old, so he is only twenty-three this year."
Asen frowned slightly. He was also 23 years old this year, but he still couldn't believe that such a good thing could happen in the world.
Seeing that he didn't believe it, the young man said, "If you still don't believe it, come with me to see the gang leader. He looks very similar to you when you were young. Come with me." Then he went to find the gang leader.
Asen followed him into a house that was fresh, elegant, and filled with antique charm. It seemed the gang leader was quite refined. He had always assumed he was no more than a bandit king, uneducated. The house also stagnated with a strong herbal odor, suggesting he had been bedridden for a long time.
They walked to the couch in the room. Lying on the couch must be the leader of the Qingyun Gang, Mu Yunfeng. The man in black said politely, "Boss, we have brought the young boss here."
Upon hearing this, Mu Yunfeng was filled with mixed feelings of sadness and joy, and slowly stood up from the couch. His frail body was beyond cure, but if he could find his biological son in his lifetime and have him inherit the family business he had worked so hard for, he would have no regrets and could leave with peace of mind.
"Child, come here, let me see you." Mu Yunfeng waved to him.
Asen could not believe that the founder of the largest gang in the underworld, the man who once dominated the world, was actually the terminally ill old man in front of him.
Mu Yunfeng reached out his hand to him, touched his cheek, looked at the black mole behind his ear, and said happily: "Xiao'er, it really is you."
Asen asked, "Are you really my father?"
"That's right." Mu Yunfeng nodded.
"Dad." Asen shouted. He had no reason to disown his own family. Although he was such a stranger to him, he was still his biological father after all.
The man in black watched the father and son hug each other, then turned and left. He was delighted in his heart and said: I have finally found the young master, and the Qingyun Gang will not disband.
Asen asked, "Weren't you once a powerful figure in the martial arts world? Why are you like this now?"
Mu Yunfeng said, "The world of martial arts is a dangerous place. I was once targeted by the 'Gate of All Evils' and have been bedridden ever since. I have been hanging on for the past few years just to wait for you to come back. I will now hand over the Qingyun Gang to you." As he said that, he handed the gang leader's token to Asen.
Asen took over the gang leader's token. The token was made of black iron and shaped like a Pixiu. It was engraved with the large yellow gold-plated characters "Ling". The heavy token was handed to Asen's hand like a heavy responsibility.
Mu Yunfeng held Asen's hand and continued, "Xiao'er, your original name was Mu Yunxiao. After you were taken away by one of your men and lost when you were five years old, I have been sending people to find out about you all these years. Finally, I am able to reunite with you on my deathbed. I have no regrets in my death. The one who just left was Zhai Tianling. He is loyal to me. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask your elder brother Zhai. He can help you secure your position as the leader of the gang."
"Dad, I just reunited with you. You need to live a long life. You can't leave me like this." Asen said with tears in his eyes.
"I have worked tirelessly for the Qingyun Gang and am now exhausted. I have also been a powerful figure in my life and have no regrets in my death. You don't have to grieve for me. I have explained everything and I am tired now. You go first." After Mu Yunfeng finished speaking, he felt his body was extremely heavy and wanted to lie down to rest. Seeing this, Asen hurriedly helped him lie down slowly.
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