Old man Lu came, and after Zhang Kun's fame rose, he followed the clues and quietly came to Cangzhou, accompanied by Zhou Yaqi.

The two of them were on a hillside not far from Qinggang and watched Zhang Kun from a distance all morning.

They watched quietly, looking at Zhang Kun, who was completely different from usual, sweating hard, and then the two left.

They came quietly, and then went quietly, without alarming anyone.

Because, that different kind of Zhang Kun, his hard work made Old Man Lu and Zhou Yaqi finally choose to believe, wait and suffer.

They chose to believe Zhang Kun, waiting for the competition to come four months later, experiencing the painful torment.

And on the same day that Old Man Lu came, Japan, Okinawa, there was a huge gate in a wide bamboo sea.

A young man of twenty-six or seventeen years old, dressed in a black suit, walked through the door in the middle of the door wall without hurrying, and suddenly there was a sound of humming.

I saw that on the left side of the door, a huge open space was covered with beige tatami mats, and on the tatami mats, hundreds of people wearing white practice clothes were catching and fighting.

Without squinting, the young man continued along the side walkway, past the forecourt, the atrium, and then to the rear, and crossed a half-moon arch, and suddenly a fenced courtyard appeared in front of the young man.

A white sand-clad path leads to a small teahouse, and the road is decorated with stone formations and a moderate number of trees on both sides.

The young man walked straight forward, slowly came to the teahouse, then squatted down and gently took off the black leather shoes on his feet, and then slowly stepped on the wooden teahouse pedal, and then knelt down in front of the door of the two sliding shovels, and his forehead touched the ground.

"Teacher, Yamamoto is back!" As soon as he spoke, he spoke authentic Chinese.

Inside the shoji gate, there is a small tea room, four and a half tatami mats are compactly paved, the door is facing a sandalwood alcove, there is a hearth on the left, and a water house is arranged on the right, and the water house is equipped with utensils for boiling water, making tea, and tea tasting utensils and cleaning supplies.

Then on the left side of the tea room, an ink painting hangs on the wall, and the ink painting is written on a cliff, the painting style is cold, and at a glance, it seems that there is an immersive feeling of climbing high and looking into the distance.

Next to the ink painting, there is also a bamboo vase, in which a white and pink flower is inserted, which looks like a sense of spring.

In the middle of the tea room, a middle-aged man dressed in a light gray brocade dress kneels in front of a small mahogany coffee table, holding a cup of tea soup that has been brewed, and slowly pouring it into the teacup, during which he gently smells the fragrance in the cup.

The tea soup is poured, and the middle-aged man takes the tea cup with three fingers, divides it into three sips, and sipps it lightly.

After drinking, the middle-aged man put down the teacup, picked up the white towel on the tea towel tray and gently wiped his hands, and then slowly raised his head to look at the young man who had been knocking on the ground with his forehead.

"Get up!"

"Yes!" the young man straightened his waist slightly, kneeling straight outside the Zhangzi Gate.

"How did things go this time. The middle-aged man said softly.

"Please forgive the teacher, this mission, the disciple failed to complete it!" The young man Yamamoto lowered his head slightly.

The middle-aged man did not speak, but sat there quietly, and the scene fell silent for a while, and after a while, the young man lowered his head and continued.

"After the disciple went to Nanhu Lake in China last week, the murderer who injured the junior brother had already disappeared, and the disciple did not find the slightest trace of that person through various relationships. ”

Later, the disciple found the Chi family and wanted to find information about that person through the internal network of the Chinese public security, but was blocked by a large family in the interior of Nanhu and finally had to give up. ”

Therefore, from the beginning to the end, the disciple was unable to see the man, and asked the teacher for forgiveness. ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man finally sighed, but he never said anything.

"However, the man seemed to have guessed that the disciple would go to him, so he asked someone else to leave a letter for the disciple!"

Yamamoto said, took out a white envelope from the pocket of his suit underwear, slowly stood up with both hands, walked to the opposite side of the middle-aged man with a small cloth, gently placed the envelope on the coffee table, and then recoiled little by little back to the shoji door, kneeling to the original place.

The middle-aged man in the tea room glanced at the envelope on the coffee table, but did not pick it up, but looked at Yamamoto: "Tell me what you know about that person!"

"Yes!" Yamamoto nodded respectfully: "According to the disciple's investigation, the murderer who injured the junior brother is a young man about eighteen years old, one meter and seventy-five years tall, a native of Nanhu, and is good at boxing. ”

"According to the disciple's understanding from the battle between that person and the junior brother, that person's fist skills are exquisite, but his physical strength seems to be insufficient, and his overall strength is stronger than that of the junior brother, but if compared with the disciple, the disciple has a ninety percent chance of winning!"

"Hmm!" the middle-aged man sighed softly, but didn't say anything, but picked up the white envelope on the coffee table.

The envelope was not sealed, and the middle-aged man took out a piece of paper that seemed to be cut in half from A4 paper, and folded it in half, revealing the contents inside.

There are six obvious big characters in the middle of the white paper: August 12, Yanjing.

The content is simple and straightforward, one represents the time and the other represents the place.

If people who don't know the inside story look at it, it may be inexplicable, first, the time is not specific, and second, the location is too extensive.

However, the middle-aged man smiled indifferently, because for them, this was enough, because as long as he appeared in Yanjing, then naturally someone would lead him to his destination.

On the contrary, he was slightly interested in the glyphs of these six characters.

Written with an ordinary black gel pen, the handwriting is not scribbled, but it is definitely not good-looking, it is not a certain font, that is, it is square.

Seeing these words, and then thinking of the description Yamamoto said, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, standing in front of a table, holding a black gel pen, casually wrote this extremely simple image of the battle post appeared in the minds of middle-aged people.

In addition to the six big characters in the middle, there are six small characters in the lower right corner of the white paper: Liang's Yongchun Zhang Kun.

The middle-aged man's right hand slowly wiped the six small words, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Liang Yongchun? Interesting.

At this time, Yamamoto said: "Teacher, the disciple didn't find the murderer this time, but since the murderer dared to say the words of challenge, then on the day of the Sino-Japanese martial arts competition, that person will naturally appear, and then ask the teacher to let me teach him a good lesson and avenge the little junior brother!"

After speaking, Yamamoto's forehead compacted the ground, full of pleading.

"No!" The middle-aged man looked indifferent, slowly put down the envelope in his hand, and then the corners of his mouth raised: "I, go in person!"

As soon as the words came out, Yamamoto outside the shoji door raised his head suddenly, his face showed a look of horror, and his eyes were full of disbelief .......