The morning fog has not yet dissipated, and people have already appeared at the foot of Crouching Tiger Mountain.

"Old man, did you see a young man about thirty years old entering the mountain two days ago?" At the foot of the Crouching Tiger Mountain, Yan Da saw an old man who was nearly seventy years old driving the sheep up the mountain, and stepped forward with a smile and asked.

"What do you say? Am I an old man? You don't seem younger than me, do you? Looking at Yan Da's white hair and beard, the old man said unhappily.

"Haha, look at my memory! Dude, I'm under 60 this year! In Yan Da's memory, he is still the coquettish appearance of thirty years ago, and he has always stayed in the scene where he walked around shopping with Long Gu in his hand. Being reminded by the old man like this, Yan Dacai suddenly remembered that unconsciously, he was already an old man, and hurriedly changed his words with a smile.

"There is one who went into that cave the other day! You're from Yanjing! The old man was not tall and lean, and he looked at Yan Daxiao and asked casually.

"My brother is really good ears! Then I won't bother, my kid is young and ignorant! I quarreled with my daughter-in-law, and I don't know if it's in danger for two days? Yan Da's brows tightened, and he said tentatively worriedly.

"As long as people enter the cave, I don't see anyone coming out. The eldest brother is a beloved son, you have to think about it! The anxiety on the old man's face made the already tight wrinkles seem even tighter.

"If it's not in the way, I'll go to the entrance of the cave and shout, if it doesn't work, call the police!" After Yan Da finished speaking, he deliberately sighed and walked towards the mountain.

"Hmph, my feet are full of mud, even my pants are half wet, and you are still pretending to be an ordinary person with me! Go, go in and die, China pig! The old man watched Yan Da enter the cave, slowly took out his mobile phone, and cursed softly in Chinese.

The old man dialed the mobile phone, which was an international long-distance to the Japanese country.

"Second brother, you haven't contacted me for so many years, have you found that thing now?" Yamamoto Fifty-eight, who was arranging flowers indoors at his home in Tokyo, was anxious to answer the phone and asked slowly.

"Master, I haven't found anything, and I won't go back in my life! But now I have a new change here, and two masters from Yanjing have entered the cave one after another! ”

"Jiro Yamamoto, are you still a little useful? weishenme does not dispose of it? Do you still need me to teach you this kind of thing? Yamamoto fifty-eight howled loudly.

"Ichiro Yamamoto, you'd better not get angry with me. At that time, it was I who originally inherited the position of head of the family, but I gave way to you and chose an ascetic life. Do you think I don't want to solve it? I've killed hundreds of people who have entered that cave over the years, but the two who came this time are both kung fu and masters! I'm alone, how do I cope? Don't worry, I won't rob you of your place, for the sake of the family, for the sake of our Jihua of the Great Wa Kingdom, I need to deal with the problem as soon as possible now, instead of arguing with you here! Jiro Yamamoto said with anger in his endurance.

"Alright, I'll send someone to help you! You also need a successor in that position, and the people who go are all us, "You'd better hurry up, the masters who came today are full of danger!" You'd better not send cannon fodder over, you should know how important it is for Crouching Tiger to hide in the mountains. Once it is obtained by the people of Huaxia Kingdom, then there will be a river of blood! Jiro Yamamoto said coldly and uneasily.

"I don't need you to teach things, I know how to do it! I'll send useful, suitable people to go! Yamamoto Fifty-eight hung up the phone directly after speaking.

Thinking about his second brother, Yamamoto Fifty-eight had a complicated look on his face. This octogenarian, who is admired by outsiders, usually looks like an enlightened monk, and no one expected that he would be so excited when he was talking to Jiro Yamamoto.

In the seaside city, it starts to get cold every year in September, but Yamamoto Isotchi's room does not have the slightest heating facilities. Yamamoto Fifty-Eight also wears thin clothes as in summer.

"Let Shiro Yamamoto come and see me!" Yamamoto Fifty-eight spoke softly outside the door.

"Hey!" There was a sound of promise outside the door, followed by the footsteps of a man hurrying away.

In the Yamamoto family, each generation of boys is named after a number, and the word Lang is added. Those who can inherit the position of head of the family in each generation can be named after the family tree. Yamamoto Fifty-six is the fifty-sixth family of the Yamamoto family, and Yamamoto Fifty-eight took over the position of head of the family from his uncle.

Yamamoto Fifty-Eight has a total of three brothers, from Jiro Yamamoto to Shiro Yamamoto. Jiro Yamamoto could also compete for the position of head of the family back then, but under Ichiro Yamamoto's bitter plea, he gave up and chose to go to Huaxia to lurk. Saburo Yamamoto was the father of Hideko Yamamoto and the largest merchant in the Wakoku Kingdom. The Yamamoto family's activities are funded not by the state, but by their own family business. In the Wa Kingdom, Yamamoto Saburo almost controlled the economy of the Wa Kingdom, and it was even more profound than the Long family of the Huaxia Kingdom. This has something to do with Yamamoto Fifty-six's wanton looting back then.

Shiro Yamamoto is in charge of the training of the family's samurai and the dead, and is the person in the family who holds the power of life and death. No matter what occasion he attended, Shiro Yamamoto's katana would never leave his fingers three feet away. No one has ever seen Shiro Yamamoto make a move, and no one who has seen it has survived. The emperor who was rampant in the Wa Kingdom never dared to challenge Shiro Yamamoto.

Compared to his brothers, Yamamoto Fifty-Eight seems to be very idle. Drink tea with the Imperial family and chat with the Prime Minister. When it comes to that war, say something presumptuous, and occasionally visit the Yasukuni Shrine, this is the life of Yamamoto Isotchi.

But those who know know that the assassinations that Yamamoto faces every year from Huaxia, South Korea, North Korea, and Southeast Asia can be counted in hundreds. For so many years, Yamamoto Fifty-Eight has not been assassinated, all because of Shiro Yamamoto.

"Master, I'm here!" When Yamamoto Fifty-eight was closing his eyes and pondering countermeasures, Shiro Yamamoto came from outside the door, "Fourth brother, please come in!" Unlike Jiro Yamamoto's wariness, Yamamoto Fifty-eight even got up to greet his younger brother in person.

"Big brother, what are you doing! You are the head of the house, and you must have the majesty of the head of the house! Shiro Yamamoto was not only not moved, but was very angry and blamed.

Shiro Yamamoto is not like an ordinary Japanese man, because his height is close to two meters, and his muscular muscles almost reveal a samurai suit. If you change into a suit, I believe that many people will regard this beautiful man as a bodybuilder.

Shiro Yamamoto is only in his fifties, and with his perennial inhuman training, he looks like a middle-aged man. In front of Yamamoto Fifty-eight, who are not in the know, may think that this is a father and son.

"Your second brother has sent news that the side of Crouching Tiger from the mountain has attracted Yanjing's attention. He can't handle it alone, and I hope we can send a master to help! Yamamoto Fifty-eight knew that the matter was urgent, poured a cup of tea for his younger brother, and said solemnly.

"How many people to send, what kind of masters, big brother, you decide!" Shiro Yamamoto's face was excited and eager to try.

"You can't go!" Yamamoto Fifty-eight took the lead in dispelling his younger brother's thoughts.

“weishenme？ It's been a lifelong dream of mine! If I had caught up with the holy war back then, the result would not have been the way it is now! Shiro Yamamoto protested loudly.

"Don't be too arrogant! Let's get down to business! There will be a chance for you to go in the future! ”

"Then you say what you want!" Shiro Yamamoto said with a disappointed face.

"Send a master like the original emperor, how many can you send?" Yamamoto Fifty-Eight asked coldly.

"I really want to send, in addition to me, there are four people, but these four people I am going to use them to deal with Swallow Lane!" Hearing the emperor's name, Shiro Yamamoto said with disdain.

"In that case, you should send one or two first! Last time Junko Yamamoto made a mistake in command, we lost a large number of backbone liliang, this time don't send cannon fodder over, we want elites, the number is not large, but the fine! ”

"A bunch of waste from the Emperor, coupled with Junko's cannon fodder, the impression we now give to Swallow Lane is very favorable to us. When they thought we were weak, we bit them hard this time! Don't worry, I'll make Swallow Lane pay a terrible price this time! Shiro Yamamoto grabbed the katana beside him, got up and opened the door, and walked out directly.

The tea was still steaming, but the sound of clogs hitting the ground was no longer audible in the distance.

Junko Yamamoto fell into Gao Ming's arms and enjoyed the sweet and beautiful aiqing. Since her defeat, Junko Yamamoto has always had nightmares and fears of the family's punishment. But I don't know Weishenme, I have been waiting until now, and the family has neither punished nor assigned any more tasks.

At first, Junko Yamamoto was very lost. But as her relationship with Takaaki becomes more and more complicated, Junko Yamamoto seems to have forgotten her identity and mission. In the eyes of his father Saburo Yamamoto, he and his sister were just an accident of prostitutes. If you are alive, you can provide money to support you, but when you die, you can't even enter the family cemetery.

"Dididi--" Gao Ming heard the sound of two text messages, Junko Yamamoto slowly took out his mobile phone, just glanced at it, his face suddenly turned pale, and his hands trembled and put the mobile phone in his bag.

My happy life is over, and I'm going to atone for my sins!

"Ming, I have some business, I have to go out for a while, you study hard, wait for me to come back!" Junko Yamamoto recovered from her shock and reluctance, and tried her best to squeeze out a smile and said gently.

"Yes, good! It just so happens that we've been busy this month as well. Let's call! But you're going to stay with me tonight! Gao Ming happily hugged his lover and said with a smile.

"Nasty, you little pervert!" Junko Yamamoto also hugged Gao Ming tightly and was reluctant to let go!

(Play another day today, go home and code words in the evening.) Hopefully there will be surprises on the flower list, not scares! Since writing this novel. When the Master goes out, there is always concern and expectation, concern for renewal, and anticipation of flowers. How many basic flowers can I get this month, and the master has no bottom in his heart. Can you go further on the flower list this month, the master is even more confident! I hope that the brothers will give enough support and motivation to write for the master! ））