I gave you a big chapter of about 7,000 words, which is equivalent to the number of words in two and a half chapters, full of sincerity!

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In a blink of an eye, only Meng Zuo and Tomokazu Yamamoto were left in this box at Yade Restaurant, and even the waiter at the door was ordered to go out.

At this time, two men dressed in leather shoes tasted the dry red of 08, drinking and chatting.

"Mr. Yamamoto, everyone is gone, so let's talk about business, right?"

Meng Zuo pretended to be confident, but in fact, he didn't know anything except the little information he deduced.

"Yes!" Tomokazu Yamamoto put his hands on his knees and nodded solemnly.

It seems that Tomokazu Yamamoto still doesn't know much about Chinese culture, and if he was in the south now, he couldn't put his hands under the table, but for a Japanese who loves the Chinese language, this is understandable.

Meng Zuo took a small sip of Bertus, not in a hurry.

"Is there anything important about letting you come this time?"

Tomokazu Yamamoto was shocked, he had just noticed that Meng Zuo actually called Master Kongwen Kongwen, and he didn't even call him a master.

Doesn't this mean that Meng Zuo's identity is at least the same level as Master Kongwen?

Thinking of the serious and surprised expressions of Master Kongwen and the great disciple of Wenzhi at that time, maybe the man in his twenties in front of him was even more noble than the identity of the master.

Thinking of this, Tomokazu Yamamoto didn't dare to hide it in the slightest, and shook off all the things that happened.

......

Half an hour later.

Tomokazu Yamamoto talked more and more carefully, and the more detailed he became, starting from how he knew Master Kongwen, until the night of September 20th, Wen Zhi, the personal disciple of Master Kongwen, found the video on Weibo and showed the master the whole story.

The corners of Meng Zuo's eyebrows twitched a little when he heard this.

Didn't you just say that the night of September 20th was done?

I don't care how you met any of the Void Masters.

However, in order to maintain his mastery style, he still showed a light smile that was not stained by the world, and quietly pocketed the small black box containing 100,000 yuan in cash, and also eliminated a bottle of Platus.

"Alright. Meng Zuo saw that he still had to start with how he arranged the activities on the morning of September 21, and it was endless, so he quickly stopped him, "If you don't say anything about the future, I can guess it." ”

"はい、(yes)!" Tomokazu Yamamoto hurriedly bowed his head, "Meng Zuo Shenren is really a green onion back to the pot." ”

"Huh?" Meng Zuo was stunned, obviously not understanding what Tomokazu Yamamoto meant.

Tomokazu Yamamoto was also blindsided, not knowing what he said wrong.

In a moment, Meng Zuo understood what Tomokazu Yamamoto meant.

"Oh, I see. The corners of Meng Zuo's mouth twitched slightly, "Mr. Yamamoto, what you want to say is that he is very smart, right?"

"That's right, that's right!" Tomokazu Yamamoto nodded repeatedly, "Green onion back to the pot and green onion back to the pot." ”

Mengzo: "......"

Meng Zuo didn't immediately respond to Master Kongwen's invitation, but looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and muttered for a while.

Tomokazu Yamamoto is not in a hurry, he really wants to talk to the real "master" for a while, maybe he can learn some truth from it.

After a while, Meng Zuo sighed lightly, and then muttered.

"I don't have enough wine. ”

Before Tomokazu Yamamoto could react, Monzo called the waiter and asked him to bring another bottle of Potus, but this time it was 94 years old, and it had to be a dry red from the right bank of Bordeaux.

Yamamoto-kun suddenly had an idea.

It turns out that the hermit master also loves to drink 94-year-old dry red and loves to eat French food.

Tomokazu Yamamoto remembered a sentence that Master Kongwen once taught him - the small is hidden in the wild, and the big is hidden in the city.

Leisure life does not necessarily have to find a barren mountain or old forest or Lingxi secluded, the truly clever hermit understands the seclusion and prosperity of the world, but remains lonely and proud.

Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons.

Tomokazu Yamamoto looked at Meng Zuo in awe.

He now wants to have more contact with Meng Zuo so that he can learn more life principles with him.

A master is indeed a master, and even letting the waiter take the wine hides so many profound and mysterious truths.

I'm afraid that even if I learn from old age, I can't compare to his realm.

After the waiter brought a new bottle of Potus, skillfully operated the decanter and left, Monzo and Tomokazu Yamamoto continued to talk.

"So, you don't know what Kong Wen told me to do?" Meng Zuo asked.

"はい、!" Tomokazu Yamamoto nodded, "Master Kongwen told me that you are a hermit master who knows martial arts, and said that he wants to discuss a thing or two with you, but he has to take care of the Shaolin Temple, and it is inconvenient to move around, so he asked me to invite you." I invite you in this way, and I apologize for the fraud. ”

"It doesn't matter. Meng Zuo waved his hand freely, picked up the sobered wine and took another sip.

He didn't believe that this old guy was in such a hurry to invite him just to discuss martial arts, I'm afraid there were some other reasons. But Tomokazu Yamamoto doesn't seem to be lying, he really doesn't know how to love.

In this case, this trip to the water, has he been or not?

Meng Zuo didn't know the bottom of his heart.

"Meng Zuojun, I have something to ask for. Tomokazu Yamamoto said.

An older man in his thirties now has a child's curious gaze in his eyes.

"You say. After all, after receiving 100,000 yuan from others, Meng Zuo still had to be polite to him.

"I know you have martial arts, but I've never seen real kung fu with my own eyes, so I don't know if you can stretch your fists and feet a little. ”

Tomokazu Yamamoto was a little embarrassed when he said this.

If it is seen by others, Director Yamamoto, who is usually known for his strictness, will be shocked.

Meng Zuo was stunned.

It turns out that this director is so cute!

That's it!

And they showed him both hands.

Meng Zuo laughed, and did not answer directly, but called the waiter up again and arranged for him to bring a set of utensils up.

In fact, a dinner knife was enough, but in order not to make the waiters here suspicious, Meng Zuo still asked for a set of tableware.

After the waiter picked it up and left, Meng Zuo spoke to the confused Tomokazu Yamamoto.

At this time, Tomokazu Yamamoto was still in the circle.

Won't I just let you perform a little martial arts so that I can see the world?

What's the deal with you getting another set of cutlery?

Chat and talk about hungry and want another meal?

Just when Yamamoto-kun was puzzled, Meng Zuo handed him the knife.

"Come, Mr. Yamamoto, you have this knife. ”

Yamamoto took the knife, at a loss.

I saw Meng Zuo take off his shirt, reveal his tight muscles, stretch out his arm, and put it on the table.

Tomokazu Yamamoto didn't expect that Meng Zuo's delicate-looking appearance would hide such explosive muscles, and every line was as perfect as if carefully carved by an art master.

"Meng Zuojun, your muscles are beautiful. ”

Tomokazu Yamamoto said earnestly.

"Thank you. Meng Zuo smiled in response, "Plug me." ”

Quiescence.

There was not a single sound in the room.

It's embarrassing.

Tomokazu Yamamoto's face flushed.

He thought of something bad.

"Meng Zuojun, isn't this okay?"

Meng Zuo waved his hand indifferently, "What's the matter, don't you want me to show my hands, plug in." ”

Everyone has said that it is not easy to learn well, and it is easy to learn badly.

Tomokazu Yamamoto has been in China for more than a year, and he still speaks Chinese in general, but he does have a thorough understanding of those obscure words in China.

For example, what WDNMD, home run, and this plug that Meng Zuo said.

Obviously, the current Tomokazu Yamamoto will be wrong and think crookedly.

Meng Zuo immediately understood, and rolled his eyes.

"What did you study in China...... I'm talking about sticking a knife into my wrist. ”

"Oh oh oh! Tomokazu Yamamoto quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Meng Zuojun, I don't speak Chinese fluently, if Xiao Wu is here it would be more convenient, he is Chinese, so his Chinese is more clear." ”

"Huh?" Meng Zuo reacted for a moment, "You...... You mean it's perfect, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Tomokazu Yamamoto nodded repeatedly, "The fish is cleared, the fish is cleared." ”

(Don't blame me for scoring twice, I really blame this Mr. Yamamoto for his average Chinese pronunciation.) ）

Meng Zuo tilted his head, looked at his wrist, and then at Tomokazu Yamamoto, and motioned for him to do it.

"Is it really okay?" Yamamoto was eager to see what real kung fu was like, but out of courtesy, he reconfirmed.

"Don't worry, all right. Meng Zuo blinked.

Tomokazu Yamamoto raised the knife at this time, but he was a little uneasy, and finally chose to lightly slash Meng Zuo's wrist.

The dinner knife itself is not particularly sharp, even if an ordinary person is accidentally slashed by the dinner knife, there is no, let alone a person like Meng Zuo who is carrying a golden bell jar.

"What about you playing with snakeskin?" Meng Zuo couldn't help but complain.

"Huh?" Tomokazu Yamamoto obviously didn't understand, "What does Meng Zuojun mean?"

"Alas......" Meng Zuo shook his head, "It's okay, just let you work hard." ”

"Oh-oh!" Tomokazu Yamamoto understood, raised the knife a little higher, and then sliced down with the same force as he usually cut vegetables.

If a normal person is cut, although it may not be cut by the knife, there will be at least a red mark and a scream of pain.

But when Tomokazu Yamamoto cut down, he suddenly felt a flash of golden light on Meng Zuo's wrist, and when the knife touched the skin of Meng Zuo's wrist, it actually made a bell.

Is this cut to iron?

Tomokazu Yamamoto looked at Meng Zuo's flawless wrist in surprise, and the knife did not leave any marks on it.

He looked at Meng Zuo's expression again, and found that Meng Zuo's expression was as usual, with an indifferent expression.

"Don't spare your strength, start a little heavier. ”

Meng Zuo reminded.

This sentence has no other meaning, but it arouses Yamamoto's strong fighting spirit.

When Tomokazu Yamamoto was young, he lived in the Japanese underworld for more than ten years.

There is no other reason, just because his Lao Tzu is a gangster.

But not all of the people who mix in the underworld are the eight families with noble status, his father is just an ordinary samurai, a samurai with an orthodox "bushido".

Bushido means forbearance and adventure.

Bushido means courage and sacrifice.

This is also the reason why he did not take half a step back in front of Wen Zhi, who has a huge body, that night in Shaolin Temple.

Although he is now about to run for four, the samurai spirit he has upheld since childhood has never wavered, and it will always be hidden in the deepest part of his spiritual core.

Time has obscured his identity as a former underworld figure, but it has not dampened his samurai spirit.

Samurai will not back down, they will only become more and more courageous.

Meng Zuo's casual words provoked Tomokazu Yamamoto's fighting spirit.

He raised the knife aloft above his head, and slashed it down.

A flash of gold.

Clang!

This time, he had already exerted himself.

But Monzo's wrist was still intact.

Meng Zuo sat comfortably across from him, holding the red wine steadily with his other hand, like a god.

Tomokazu Yamamoto's gaze became solemn and sharp.

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Gangsters,There will always be some skirmishes with others or other gangs when a certain jurisdiction or a certain Kabukicho collects protection money.。

This is an inevitable dispute for the underworld.

For example, today, the "Ri Fish" on his side and the "Beetle Snake" on the other side fought again in terms of turf grabbing, and they were all young people in their teens and early twenties, holding baseball bats or small daggers and starting to beat each other.

Although he is only sixteen years old, he is indeed older than these gangsters in front of him.

Tomokazu Yamamoto had been here for sixteen years, and he had long been accustomed to the scene in front of him.

He is the young master of "Sun Fish", the future fourth generation of "Sun Fish", he should have taken the lead in the charge, but he never did.

"It's all a group of secondary two kids who haven't gone to school much, and they all think that even if they die in battle, they have to stay on the battlefield to fight, it's too stupid!"

"What bullshit underworld spirit, samurai spirit. ”

Tomokazu Yamamoto lit a cigarette and took a sip of phlegm.

The endless fights between the underworld and the underworld annoyed him, and he just wanted to fulfill his dream of directing, but he had to wait for this group of young people to go up to negotiate as representatives after the fight.

This is true today, and I am afraid it will be the case in the future.

Bored.

"Where's Daddy's death?"

He watched the "little children" fight for a while, took the last puff of his cigarette and threw it into the ashtray to extinguish it.

He was in the house of an adult goods store, and the old store manager sat next to him, drinking a can of "Suntory" beer, and squinting with Jiro's legs crossed.

"Your dad went to his house to report, I didn't expect him to really make the 'Sun Fish', and now he is going to be 'recruited'!

"Zhao'an? It's all underworld, what's the difference?"

Tomokazu Yamamoto also opened a can of Suntory, drank the old man next to him and chatted.

"That's different!" the old man waved his hand, "This family is an orthodox underworld, you are now a gangster group of a bit of a scale, but you have joined this family, hehehe......"

Tomokazu Yamamoto pursed his lips and didn't delve into it anymore, he knew that the old man had only heard about his family from others, so even if he asked, he couldn't ask anything.

The so-called orthodox underworld is nothing more than being able to afford better weapons and collecting more protection money.

At least in the eyes of Tomokazu Yamamoto.

They are all undereducated gangsters and hot-blooded youths.

He didn't expect that he would never see his father, Yamamoto Tanabe again.

......

"It's rude!"

Meng Zuo had never noticed that Yamamoto was so serious.

Tomokazu Yamamoto stood up from the table, took a diagonal step, and grasped a small dinner knife in both hands, his thumb and index finger forming two overlapping "V" shapes, and his strength could be seen by the green tendons on his arms.

"Is the Japanese samurai grip?" Meng Zuo smiled dumbly, "It seems that Mr. Yamamoto has joined the samurai interest class in Japan!"

"Nope. Tomokazu Yamamoto raised his knife and said flatly, "I'm a gangster, and now I'm the fourth generation of my family's 'Riyu'." ”

The blade fell suddenly, and everywhere it looked, there was a silver light.

Swish!

......

"Okay, okay, I see, you're busy. ”

Eighteen-year-old Tomokazu Yamamoto hung up impatiently.

"You guys take a break, and then you'll get back to shooting later. ”

He looked at a man and a woman on the bed, gave a command, came out of the inner room, changed into shoes and went to the outroom.

He walked out of the hallway, lit the Aigu brand cigarettes in the store, and saw the old man drinking Suntory.

"If you still drink in the middle of the day, sooner or later you will die of your old bones. Tomokazu Yamamoto scolded, and the old man noticed that Tomokazu Yamamoto had come out of the back room.

"Finished shooting, it seems that you didn't choose the right corner!" the old man teased with slightly drunken eyes.

"It's early, but just now my dad came to call, which disturbed my mood and I was in no mood to shoot. ”

"Let me guess, he won't come back?"

Although the old man loves to drink, like Tomokazu Yamamoto and the roundworm in his heart, he can always guess some of the secrets he hides.

"If you don't come back, you won't come back, and I didn't think about seeing him anyway. ”

Although he said this, there was still a trace of loss in his heart.

"You have to understand your father, after all, he has to manage such a big gang now, and he is actually making a paving stone for you when he is so busy now!" the old man poured himself a sip of wine, "I remember that there is a story in China about a minister who wholeheartedly assisted the son left behind by his master. I don't think that guy in Tanabe is like a master, like a minister, and he has done his best to die for you. ”

"You're talking about Zhuge Liang and Liu Chan. Tomokazu Yamamoto reminded, "But he is not Zhuge Liang, nor Liu Bei, at least Shu is an orthodox Han family, and he is just a gangster, and I am not as wasteful as Liu Chan." ”

"Okay, okay, you know Chinese history, I can't talk about you. The old man closed one eye and opened one eye, raised the empty beer can and aimed it at the trash can, trying to throw it in, "You hurry up and finish your little movie, the members of the 'Sun Fish' are waiting to give you a coming-of-age ceremony!"

"Got it!" Tomokazu Yamamoto inadvertently agreed, to be honest, he didn't like this old man to tell him some big truths every day, who doesn't understand the reason?

But it makes sense for Lao Tzu to give his son a coming-of-age ceremony, right?

Just reason with him, why don't you tell your father?

He snuffed out his cigarette, exhaled slowly, walked into the hallway, and then paused again, turned and glared at the old man coldly.

"That's called art! not a movie!"

......

"Ha, ha, ha, ......"

Tomokazu Yamamoto took off his suit, revealing a bronzed and muscular physique, his whole body was covered with fine beads of sweat, and blood blisters were also worn out from the tiger's mouth.

After Tomokazu Yamamoto took off his suit, he was left with only a vest.

Meng Zuo could see his tattoo spread from his back to the sides of his chest, but Meng Zuo didn't take it too lightly, only felt a bit like a snake's eyes.

"It's really a gangster ......," Meng Zuo thought thoughtfully.

"I have a tattoo on my body, a kind of snake, and I am one of the members of the Eight Families. Tomokazu Yamamoto said proudly.

Meng Zuo is not particularly afraid, he has seen a lot of people with tattoos on his body, and now it is a society ruled by law, even if he is a gangster, he has to admit it to the court in China.

But it's the first time he's seen someone so proudly say they're gangsters.

In his impression, shouldn't the underworld be very restrained in broad daylight?

"Okay, I don't care what kind of snake you are, you want me to show it a little, I've already shown it. ”

Meng Zuo poured a glass of Potus for Tomokazu Yamamoto and told him to rest and relax.

Tomokazu Yamamoto put down the knife, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all.

The hot sensation burned his throat and made him a little uncomfortable, but he didn't cough it out, but his face turned red and he forced himself to pass.

"Meng Zuojun's martial arts are really extraordinary, and Tomokazu Yamamoto admires Meng Zuojun very much. Tomokazu Yamamoto put his left and right hands on his knees and bowed deeply.

Meng Zuo, who was doing it like this, was a little embarrassed, and was dizzy by this big gift.

In the end, he held back a sentence: "It's okay, it's just familiar." ”

Tomokazu Yamamoto's current admiration for Meng Zuo has even caught up with his admiration for the Master of Kongwen, because Meng Zuo has shown him the real work kung fu.

He had at least a hundred slashes just now, but Meng Zuo was just drinking freely with the old god on the side, and he didn't move his wrist.

He looked at the knife again, and the blade had been completely bent and could no longer be used.

"No wonder Master Empty Rumor will invite you out of the mountain. ”

Tomokazu Yamamoto played with the knife and suddenly realized.

When Meng Zuo heard this at this time, he immediately frowned.

After eating and drinking, he also took 100,000 yuan from others, if he didn't agree, he couldn't say it, but he didn't want to take this risk.

What should I do?

Or, so!

Meng Zuo had a plan.

He gritted his teeth, took out the small black box he had just taken away, and put it back on the table.

"Meng Zuojun, who are you?" Yamamoto Tomokazu was a little confused, just now he watched Meng Zuo put away the money, thinking that Meng Zuo had agreed to go to Shaolin Temple with him, but now he took out the money, what does this mean?

"You can take the money back. Meng Zuo sighed lightly, "I don't have to go with you, thank you for your hospitality today, if there are any business things that you need my help with in the future, as long as it is within my ability, I will definitely do it." ”

Meng Zuo said this very cleverly, as if he wanted to repay the meal with help, but in fact, it was not.

Who is Tomokazu Yamamoto?

He is a director who enjoys a certain reputation all over the world!

What business can he do for the help of Meng Zuo?

But when Tomokazu Yamamoto saw that Meng Zuo was going to refuse, he was immediately anxious, and he didn't think about it so much at all.

"Meng Zuojun, is today's dish not to your taste?"

Meng Zuo shook his head.

"Is that an invasion of your privacy by my actions just now?" asked Tomokazu Yamamoto cautiously.

Meng Zuo shook his head again.

Yamamoto felt that a hermit like Meng Zuo must have a mystery in doing something, but it was a pity that he couldn't understand it.

Tomokazu Yamamoto thought about it.

"Meng Zuojun, I understand, you must feel that asking for 100,000 yuan is a bit insulting to you, your martial arts are priceless. ”

Meng Zuo looked at Tomokazu Yamamoto in surprise.

In fact, he didn't think of any reason to shirk it, but he didn't expect Tomokazu Yamamoto to take the initiative to round him up.

"Not bad. He said righteously, "Mr. Yamamoto, I know your intentions are sincere, but I'm sorry, I really don't want to go out of the mountain......

"The 100,000 is just a deposit I took out, and it's also a little careful. Without waiting for Meng Zuo to finish speaking, Tomokazu Yamamoto said first.

Next, he took out a black-and-gold card from his wallet.

"Here is 900,000 yuan, this is the mountain fee I prepared for you, although it is not much, but it also represents a little bit of my heart. ”

Tomokazu Yamamoto said sincerely.

Next, he saw Meng Zuo, a hermit who did not bend his waist for five buckets of rice, and took away the small black box and bank card at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch.

Tomokazu Yamamoto: "w(゚Д゚)w?"

This......

"This ......," but seeing Meng Zuo cough lightly, "If you don't have money, it's not a problem." ”

He opened his wallet, put the card away carefully, and then gathered the golden light in his eyes and returned to his previous ease.

Just kidding!

One million is to let him go on a trip to the Shaolin Temple and meet an abbot called Kongwen......

Whoever doesn't go is stupid X!

"You agreed?" asked Tomokazu Yamamoto in surprise.

Although he was a little surprised that Meng Zuo's attitude changed quickly, since Meng Zuo had collected the money, the eight achievements were a play.

"Hmm......" Meng Zuo pretended to mutter, "Mr. Yamamoto, just like you just said, my martial arts are priceless. ”

"Uh-huh. Tomokazu Yamamoto's heart was cold.

"But I promise you, but it's not because of this million dollars that I am tempted. Meng Zuo looked at Tomokazu Yamamoto who was smiling, "It's because of your sincerity that moved me." ”

"Red orange?" asked Tomokazu Yamamoto, "what kind of orange is that?"

"It's your sincerity that moved ......me," Meng Zuo explained awkwardly.

"Oooh. ”

"So, it's okay for me to go to Shaolin Temple with you, but you still have to promise me a small condition. Meng Zuo smiled, and the plan came from it.

"You said that if I can do it, I will do it. "Tomokazu Yamamoto is like a great enemy, extremely serious.

"Don't worry, don't be so nervous. Meng Zuo gently patted Tomokazu Yamamoto on the shoulder, but the title made Yamamoto shudder.

Because he seems to have heard it somewhere.

"You just need to ......"

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