Chapter 116: Old Friends

The man looked numb, wore an eye patch, and had a long scar on his face, looking a little vicious, without a trace of dead eyebrows and good monk appearance, but like a thief. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tokugawa Yu, who once laid down a dead end in Myoshin Temple to take Wang Luo's life.

Wang Luo looked at the current Tokugawa Yu, and he still had the appearance of him in his mind.

When a mixed club reaches a certain scale, it must have contact with foreign associations, not only to expand its business, but also to learn from the development models of associations in other countries, the lessons of opera, and then cooperate with each other.

Before Wang Luo studied in Japan, he was dealing with Tokugawa Yu's family club, and although the age difference was eight or nine years old, he still became good friends.

But the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes, no matter how good friends are, they are just friends, they still have their own missions.

Cui Shien did something wrong because he miscalculated the power of several major associations in Japan back then, which directly led to the breakdown of the friendship between the two sides and turned his face.

Since then, Tokugawa Yu and Wang Luo have also become enemies of life and death.

After several years of struggle, the two sides were evenly matched, until Choi Shi-eun decided to withdraw all Japanese forces and abandon here, and after Wang Luo was in charge of the battle, Tokugawa Yu, who didn't know where to get the news, was ambushed at the dock in advance.

In that battle, Wang Luo's more than 30 brothers were all sacrificed, Wang Luo finally captured Tokugawa Yu to escape, and later fled back to Korea, Wang Luo gouged out one of Tokugawa Yu's eyes to pay tribute to the dead brothers, he could not kill Tokugawa Yu, because Tokugawa Yu was the next head of the Tokugawa family.

Although he has withdrawn from Japan, Cui Shien is still unwilling to make enemies.

Later, Tokugawa Yu disappeared from the Tokugawa family, and Wang Luo did not hear from him when he studied in Japan for two years, and the head of the Tokugawa family was replaced by Tokugawa Yu's younger brother.

For Wang Luo, Tokugawa Yu is an old man.

And it is an old man who never forgets himself, he can think of how much Tokugawa Yu hates him, because Wang Luo is also like this.

It's a matter of life, not humanity.

In the battle of Miaoxin Temple, Wang Luo survived, and the stopped Tokugawa Yu did not give up, and finally planned the encirclement and suppression of Yangshan Park and some people in South Korea, which also made Wang Luo pay a lot of blood.

That war involved many people, whether it was South Korea or Japan, and everyone knew that victory or defeat determines life and death.

Wang Luo won, and his father-son game with Choi Shi-eun reversed the situation in the entire South Korea, and Tokugawa Yu, as the defeated side, was naturally defeated.

In order to show kindness, the Tokugawa family tied up Tokugawa Yu and gave it to Wang Luo.

At that time, Tokugawa Yu no longer had the desire for revenge in his eyes, and he was full of death.

Wang Luo also wanted to fulfill him, but at an important juncture, Chang Menzuo appeared.

Changmenzo has a favor for Wang Luo and wants to leave Tokugawa Yu.

Looking at the appearance that Tokugawa Xiong is now worse than death, Wang Luo can only feel a little regretful.

Once an iron-clad and high-spirited man, now he has lost all hope after being hit.

Wang Luo was not pity, but he was a little glad that he did not become like this.

This time, Wang Luo came to Myoshin Temple, and saw Changmenzo by the way, mainly to see Tokugawa Yu.

Because he needs a name.

"Tokugawa." Wang Luo looked at Tokugawa and shouted.

Tokugawa didn't look up, didn't speak, the rest of his eyelids rolled up, looking at Wang Luo, his eyes were blank, like a blind man.

"Do you want to die?" Wang Luo grinned.

On Tokugawa Yu's almost numb face, the corners of his mouth raised a subtle arc, and emotions began to appear in his eyes.

Seems like a mockery.

He was taunting Wang Luo.

Wang Luo's breath stagnated, frowned, and then chuckled, and he looked at the ancient scriptures on the wooden table on the wooden couch, "I remember you told me that the eldest husband lives for a lifetime, and if he doesn't eat five tripods, he will cook five tripods." ”

Tokugawa Yu turned his head to look at Wang Luo, and the mockery in his eyes became more and more solemn.

Wang Luo didn't look up at him, "I'll give you a chance, a name, and I'll give you Wuding Cooking." ”

"Hehehe." Tokugawa Yu grinned a strange grin, and his voice was like the hoarse sound of a dilapidated iron pot rubbing, unpleasant and eerie.

It can be seen how long this person has not spoken to live.

Wang Luo sighed, threw down the ancient scripture, shook his head and stood up, "We are not children anymore, we are already old." ”

When Wang Luo said this, his tone was a little vicissitudes.

Tokugawa was unmoved, just laughed.

"The Buddha said that saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, you save me?" Wang Luo raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"You're still like this, you don't know how to take it seriously." Tokugawa finally spoke.

Wang Luo smiled and looked at him.

"What name do you want?" Tokugawa looked up at Wang Luo.

"You should know." Wang Luo narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Choi So-hyun?" The hoarse voice of Yuo Tokugawa and the mocking expression on his face matched incomprehensibly.

Wang Luo's breath stagnated, and his inky black eyes, reflecting the flickering candlelight, burst out with terrifying killing intent.

Wang Luo left Miaoxin Temple, with a heart full of killing intent and relics in his pocket.

Standing on the steps in front of the temple, he watched Wang Luo's tall but desolate back gradually leave, said the Buddha's name, turned back to the backyard, and pushed open the door of the Tokugawa Yuya.

The candlelight in the room flickered, and the shadow of Tokugawa flickered.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha." Tsuneto stood quietly in front of Tokugawa Yu.

"If I can become a Buddha, I can let go." Tokugawa Yu did not look up and continued to look down at the scriptures.

"He's been letting you go." Chang Menzuo frowned, and his tone was a little compassionate, "He's a good person." ”

"I know." Tokugawa Yu's hand holding the scripture trembled and said softly.

Chang Menzuo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Have a story?" ”

Tokugawa Yu smiled and shook his head, "Story? No. ”

"The Buddha said there was." Tsunezuo accentuated his tone.

"If you really think that good people can live long, then the Buddha will tell you." There was a flash of helplessness in the only remaining eye of Tokugawa Yu.

Chang Menzuo was stunned, then folded his hands and said the Buddha horn, and walked out of the house.

Facing the sun, Chang Menzuo frowned, then chuckled and shook his head, "Let it be." ”

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When visiting old friends, it is inevitable that you will think of old things, and there are some taboos that cannot be mentioned.

There are very few old friends that Wang Luo can visit, because most of them are no longer there.

After getting off Miaoxin Mountain, Wang Luo stood on the beach and blew the sea breeze for a long time, and finally started the car and rushed to the next location.

Wang Luo studied at Kyoto University for two years, and Wang Luo kept telling Cui Xiuying that those two years were the happiest time for Wang Luo, because reading made him happy, but no matter how coquettish they asked Wang Luo what professional discipline he studied, Wang Luo did not answer.

Because he was afraid of frightening them.

Wang Luo's professional discipline is a branch of human nature, and special human-like nature is specialized in the study of mental illness.

There are many branches of human nature, such as philosophy, law, psychology, education, etc., but these positive disciplines are all studies of normal people.

Many people know that there is only a thin line between a genius and a madman, and the relationship between the two can be defined as a success and a failure.

Wang Luo specializes in the study of the special human diseases of losers, and his mentor discovered Wang Luo's special talent and admitted him to Kyoto University, because Wang Luo was just an auditor who experienced college students.

But this mentor was willing to give him a degree.

In that discipline, there are only two people, his teacher and Wang Luo, and it is a coincidence that both of them are surnamed Wang.

Professor Wang's influence on Wang Luo is even deeper than that of Cui Shien, because he opened a door to another realm world for Wang Luo, the world of truth.

In that world, everything is fragile and breakable, there are no rules and no reason, but there are surprises everywhere, and you can get interesting things every day.

In those two years, Wang Luo and Professor Wang visited major psychiatric hospitals in Japan, which made Wang Luo almost think that he was also mentally ill.

It had not been seen for ten years, and Wang Luo was inexplicably a little nervous.

The place where I made an appointment with Professor Wang was a small restaurant where they used to eat often, and Wang Luo ordered a table of previous dishes and waited for Professor Wang's arrival.

"I'm sorry, there's a bit of a traffic jam on the road." The sliding door was opened, and Professor Wang, who was full of gorgeous hair, had not yet entered the room, and the voice had already come in.

Wang Luo stood up unconsciously and smiled, "Teacher." ”

Professor Wang glanced at Wang Luo, nodded, sat on the ground, and took a sip of hot wine first.

Wang Luo's smile was even worse, because Professor Wang has always been like this, he has not changed in the slightest, he has not seen him for ten years, and it is as natural as meeting yesterday, without any sense of alienation, and he is not informal.

Professor Wang smacked his lips, put down his wine glass, looked at Wang Luo and smiled, "It seems to be stronger." ”

"You're getting old." Wang Luo poured him full of wine.

"It's been ten years, I'm almost sixty years old, and I'm not a goblin anymore?" Professor Wang is a native of China, and he speaks very well in Beijing.

"But your spirit hasn't changed at all." Wang Luo said with a smile.

"Ever since I've been mentally ill, I feel like I've always been really mental." Professor Wang laughed.

Wang Luo also laughed.

After laughing, Wang Luo found that he didn't seem to have laughed so heartily for a long time, and he couldn't help but be in a trance.

Wang Luo's kung fu, Professor Wang had already picked up the pig's trotters and gnawed them, glanced at Wang Luo, and said vaguely, "It seems that you are not doing well." ”

Wang Luo was stunned.

"However, it feels like it's much better now than it used to be." Professor Wang continued.

Wang Luo frowned, he knew that what Professor Wang said before was ten years ago.

"It's not the same time it used to be." Wang Luo coughed and took a sip of sake.

"I heard Xiao Zhang say that you came back a long time ago, why haven't you come to me all this time?" Professor Wang asked, biting the pig's trotters.

"I'm not ready to see you yet." Wang Luo said respectfully.

"There aren't that many prepared things in the world." Professor Wang smiled, "I didn't meet you unprepared. ”

Wang Luo smiled and nodded.

"How much is this?" Professor Wang suddenly raised his hand and cleaned up.

Wang Luo subconsciously fixed his eyes, his inexplicable vision was a little trance, and then he lost consciousness in a daze.

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