"Ahh ————”

Ouyang Qing's angry kick was completely aimed at Yang Chen's instep, and the pain made him let out a miserable howl at that time.

"Yes!"

Ouyang Qing added hatefully.

It is said that jealous women are more fierce than tigers, and Yang Chen can't afford to provoke them, so he can only pour out his anger on the rake ears that look like a pig brother next to him.

slapped him on the head and shouted viciously, "What do you see? Don't you know if it's indecent or not?

Are you worthy of your daughter-in-law who is at home with your children? ”

"I ???"

Rake Ear looked confused: "I said Tuanza, why are you so good that you have been caught, why can you still be lazy to my head, and dare to be shameless again?" ”

Of course, this rake ears only dare to mutter in their hearts.

There is no way, a subordinate who is not blackened for the chief is not a good subordinate.

Yang Chen's miserable howl successfully attracted the attention of the kiln sister, only to see that she had already twisted her waist and walked towards Yang Chen, with a gesture of her hand, and said in a snort: "A few masters, come and play." ”

"Stinky and shameless!"

Ouyang Qing scolded fiercely, stomped his foot, and walked straight forward.

Yang Chen hurriedly followed, and didn't forget to explain: "You heard that I was really not what you imagined just now, I was all this kid with rake ears, the whole thief eyebrows, and wanted to steal fishy ......"

"Don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba chants!"

Ouyang Qing walked faster.

"Damn??? Tuanza, are you a human being?

No, are you a human being? ”

The ears of the rake, who had followed one step later, stumbled when they heard the sound, and almost did not fall.

"Humph! What kind of big-tailed wolf do you have no money? Waste the old lady's expression! ”

Sister Yao looked at the backs of Yang Chen and the others, and went back scolding.

……

Although Ouyang Qing has the same frankness as a man, she is only a woman after all, and she has her sentimental side.

At this time, looking at the American Concession with cars coming and going, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Big brother, you said that if there was no hateful Japanese invasion, would our China be as prosperous as Tianjin?" ”

It is worth mentioning that in order to disguise their identities, Yang Chen and the three of them are brothers at this time.

The rake ear next to him smiled and said: "Third brother, you haven't been to Shanghai, otherwise you will know what is the real prosperity." ”

"Greater Shanghai, is it more prosperous than Tianjin?" Ouyang Qing is quite yearning, although she grew up in Hefei, after all, she has been isolated from the world in the mountains for many years.

Moreover, Hefei is far from being able to compare with Tianjin, and Tianjin is far from being compared with Shanghai.

The prosperity of Tianjin has dazzled her a little, so how prosperous should Shanghai be?

"Of course!"

Rake Ear nodded heavily.

Yang Chen said: "When the war is over, the whole of China will be so prosperous!"

No, it will be a hundred, a thousand times more prosperous than the current Tianjin! ”

At this moment, Yang Chen's thoughts actually returned to the 21st century.

Shaking his head and pulling back his thoughts, Yang Chen continued to walk forward.

Turning an intersection, there was suddenly a large crowd of people in front, some foreigners, but more Chinese.

After all, this is China, even if it is the American concession.

"Let's go, let's take a look!"

Looking up, Yang Chen found that the place surrounded by the crowd seemed to be a martial arts hall.

Approaching, through the conversation of everyone, Yang Chen knew that someone was coming to kick the hall.

Although many Chinese people showed expressions of righteous indignation, clenched their fists, and itched their teeth with hatred, no one dared to come forward to help. Lazy people listen to books

And the foreigners next to him looked like they were watching a good show, and from time to time they mocked two sentences: "Chinese martial arts, hehe!" It's just a showcase! ”

"But no, our Western boxing can definitely kill this so-called 'Chinese' kung fu in seconds!"

……

"Let's let, let's let!"

Yang Chen relied on his extraordinary physical fitness, pulled his hands, and quickly separated the crowd and came to the door of the martial arts hall.

What caught my eye was that several arrogant Japanese ronins wearing swinging skirts and wearing balls on their heads were showing off their might in the martial arts hall compound.

The masters and apprentices in the martial arts hall had all been knocked to the ground, and many of them were covering their chests with their hands, obviously suffering from minor injuries.

All of them had reluctance on their faces, and one of them struggled to get up.

A Japanese ronin stepped forward and stomped on his chest with his own broken clogs.

"Poof! ——”

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of the man's mouth.

"Huh! A group of sick men in East Asia! Not a single one can fight!

In the future, where there is my great Japanese samurai, there will be no Chinese martial arts hall for you!

Otherwise, I mountain pass wild wolves see one by one, smash one!

Hahaha! Yang's Martial Arts Gym? Let's hang this plaque in the future! ”

With that, the ronin in a black shirt threw a plaque with the words "The Sick Man of East Asia" on the ground, and was about to turn away.

"Huh! Want to leave after loading B? How can there be such a good thing in the world? ”

"Yaga! Who? ”

The Japanese ronin turned his head, just in time to see Yang Chen, who separated the crowd, stepped over the steps and thresholds step by step, and walked towards the courtyard.

"Yaga! You're looking for death! ”

At this time, in the martial arts hall, more than a dozen injured apprentices had already gotten up from the ground, gathered around, and helped the martial artist who was the leader up.

"Little brother, I Yang Xiude understands your kindness, you are not the opponent of these Japanese ronins, so don't go into this troubled water."

As he spoke, the martial artist turned his head to look at the Japanese ronin at the head: "Yamaguchi Wolf, this is none of his business, don't embarrass him!" ”

"Yang Xiude? Yang's Martial Arts Gym? Tianjin? ”

Yang Chen's head exploded with a 'buzz'.

In the past, he had heard his father say that their Yang family was a big family during the Republic of China, and his great-grandfather once opened a martial arts hall in Tianjin.

It was only later, in a martial arts competition, Grandpa Yang Chen was seriously injured and was forced to move his family, and died with hatred not long after.

Then, the Yang family fell into the middle of the road.

At that time, Yang Chen still thought that it was his father bragging B, anyway, he himself often bragged B, saying that he was the descendant of the Yang family general and Yang Linggong.

But at this time, combined with everything he saw in front of him, wasn't his father bragging to him?

Because, his grandfather is really called Yang Xiude.

Or is it just a coincidence, that he is overthinking?

"Humph! It's none of his business? Since you are inserted and want to leave, you have to ask my fist if you agree! ”

The martial artist was a little anxious, and shouted loudly: "Little brother, we will help you stop these Japanese ronins, you go quickly!" ”

Yang Chen didn't care about these Japanese ronins, and didn't even look at them.

Instead, he went straight to the martial artist, stopped him and asked, "Old man, you said your name is Yang Xiude?"

Do you have a son named Yang Zaiwu? ”

The martial artist is actually less than 40 years old, and he doesn't look old, he looks like he is in his 30s, so it stands to reason that he shouldn't be called an old man at all.

But he didn't think about it that much when he was in a hurry.

Yang Chen's words fell, and beside the martial artist, a young man dressed in practice clothes, eighteen or nineteen, said in surprise: "I am Yang Zaiwu, do you know me?" ”

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