Three hundred men laughed heartily at the same time, and the ronin breathed a sigh of relief, and kept bowing and retreating, and with a bang, the door closed behind them, and three hundred strong men slowly surrounded them from all directions, all with malicious smiles on their faces.

The Yamato soul flowing in the veins of the ronin was awakened, they shouted angrily, quickly formed a defensive battle formation back to back, drew out the snowy sword and brandished it, the Japanese knife was extremely sharp, and the skin and flesh were peeled when it was stained, and since the era of Qi Jiguang, the Chinese knew its power.

Changing the ordinary Chinese, who dares to provoke the Japanese ronin, these guys are lawless, even the Japanese patrols in Hongkou can't help them.

But the sturdy men laughed even more happily, the first bald guy, his eyes squinted when he smiled, and he pulled out two large mirrors from the back belt, slowly opened the safety, pulled away the hammer, and suddenly shouted: "Look at the gun!" ”

When the gunshot rang out, the ronin felt a light in their hands, and the front half of the blade flew out, piercing the door panel and dangling.

Liang Maocai waved his hand: "Beat me up!" Kill me. ”

The young men rushed up, they were not bare-handed, the weapons rack in the yard were full of swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, eighteen kinds of weapons, dealing with a few ronins with knives was not like playing, more than a dozen ronins were put to the ground, punching and kicking, and it didn't take much effort to only get out of breath and not intake.

Liang Maocai still felt that it was not enjoyable: "**Damn, I'm here to go wild, who are these *** people?" ”

Someone said: "Maybe it's from Hongkou Dojo, and the little Japan that practices martial arts is there." ”

Liang Maocai said: "Let's go, step on the Hongkou Dojo, today's Jingwu will open, even if it is our congratulatory gift." ”

Nong Jinsun's face turned white with fright, how could these new students be so able to cause trouble, they were even better than Chen Zikun back then, he hurriedly said: "Ouyang Kai, Xiaoyan, hurry up and persuade them." ”

Ouyang Kai said: "Morale is available, besides, I also want to go to the Hongkou Dojo to ask for advice, if we don't make a reputation, our Jingwu Society will not be able to gain a foothold in Shanghai." ”

Situ Xiaoyan cheered: "I'll go too!" ”

"Everybody go, go get justice!" Ouyang Kai raised his arms and shouted, and everyone carried the half-dead Japanese ronin to the Hongkou Dojo to look for bad luck, leaving only one Nong Jinsun sighing at the empty courtyard.

Ten minutes later, the door was gently pushed open, and a young man in a white student uniform peeked in: "Is there anyone?" ”

Nong Jinsun said: "Please come in, who are you?" ”

The young man carried a package on his back and said very politely: "My name is Zheng Zeru, I am a student of Jiaotong University, oh, it is the former Nanyang Public School, I want to take advantage of the summer vacation to learn national arts, I don't know if you still accept disciples?" ”

Nong Jinsun was happy, this is the student he wants to recruit, intellectuals, who have no martial arts skills, and don't like to cause trouble, he hurriedly said: "Collect and collect, come in quickly." ”

Zheng Zeru walked into the hall with his luggage, looking around curiously, sandbags, stone locks, knives, guns and sticks, all the objects are full of masculinity, although strange but very kind, this is the home of national arts, the Jingwu Society founded by Huo Yuanjia.

Before coming, the leaders of the Shanghai Federation of Trade Unions and the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee still had their teachings in their ears. Comrade Shaoqi and Comrade Lisan instructed themselves to unite with patriotic compatriots in the martial arts circles, jointly carry out anti-imperialist and anti-feudal revolutionary activities, and if possible, establish a party branch in the Jingwu Association.

Zheng Zeru picked up a rag, wiped the table, and made Nong Jinsun happy: "Xiao Zheng, put it down, if you are a newcomer, drink saliva first." ”

"Uncle Nong, I'm not tired, I'm a new student, I should do it, besides, I'm a bitter child, my father is a foreign cart, my mother is a domestic helper, I've been used to working since I was a child, and it's not good to do anything."

Nong Jinsun nodded straightly, this kid is too likable.

……

Hongkou is located on the north bank of Suzhou Creek, the northern area of the public concession, named after Hongkou Port, but has the reputation of Little Tokyo, only because of the large number of Japanese expatriates living here, with the Japanese consulate on the west side of the Yusen Pier as the core, a large number of Japanese-style residences, post offices, temples, hospitals, and schools are lined up.

The notorious Hongkou Dojo is located here, soldiers, ronin, and members of the Black Dragon Society often mingle here, in the eyes of the Chinese, it is no different from the devil's cave, and friends in the Shanghai martial arts world are even more talking about the tiger's color change, not because the Japanese are superb in martial arts, but the Japanese are too cunning, and if they are not as skilled as others, they will use insidious tricks, or poison or assassinate, and Master Huo Yuanjia died in their poisonous hands.

Liang Maocai and others swept into the concession, they were all born as soldiers, and they carried a pistol in their arms, who put the Hongkou Dojo in their eyes, and they came to the door of the dojo with murderous spirits all the way, and the Chinese servants guarding the door didn't even dare to ask when they saw this.

The scenery in the courtyard of the dojo is very unique, with a white pebble paved road, a green lawn, delicately manicured flowers and trees, low Japanese buildings, papier-mâché sliding doors, and a few pairs of clogs under the porch.

Liang Maocai opened the door viciously, and was just about to scold, when he saw dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him in the room, all of them were wearing white judo uniforms, the oldest was only six or seven years old, and the youngest was only three or four years old.

Sitting cross-legged at the front was a woman of about twenty years old, with a ponytail and a black belt tied around her white judo suit, and her Chinese dialect was very pure: "Bastard, what are you doing!" ”

Liang Maocai said: "What about your family, get out of a few, and let grandpa loosen your bones for free." ”

The woman stood up and walked straight up, her stature was not short, not only far more than the average Japanese man, but even in front of Liang Maocai, she could reach his chin.

"I'm Haruko Yanagi from the Hongkou Dojo, who are you?"

"I am Liang Maocai of the Jingwu Society, your people came to us to make trouble, and we taught me a lesson, I came to Xingshi to ask for guilt." Liang Maocai said.

The brothers were very puzzled, and said in their hearts that what happened to the tenth master today, when he saw the sister, he became Sven, and he didn't do anything.

Yanagi Haruko glanced at the ronins who were beaten into pigs' heads, and said contemptuously, "They are not from our Hongkou Dojo. ”

"Really?" Liang Maocai's eyes widened.

"Of course, the people of our Hongkou Dojo will not lose." Haruko Yanagi said proudly.

"I don't believe it!"

"If you don't believe me, try it!"

Liang Maocai shouted and rushed forward, but Yanagi Haruko screamed louder than him, grabbed him by the collar, and made a neat over-the-shoulder fall, slamming him to the ground.

"Malegobi's, ruthless." Liang Maocai rubbed his buttocks, but he didn't have the heart to go crazy, and his two eyes swirled on Yanagi Haruko.

The Japanese dolls applauded and cheered for Mr. Yanagi, and the new students of the Jingwu Association also laughed, and the atmosphere took a strange turn.

"I'm here for advice." Situ Xiaoyan stepped forward, hugged his fists, and pulled up a posture.

Haruko Yanagi bowed: "It's rude." ”

The two tested each other a few moves, and then they fought in one place, the woman's fighting moves were very beautiful, and the intensity was not so strong, and there was no difference between victory and defeat after dozens of moves, but Ouyang Kai was extremely shocked, this Japanese woman actually knew a lot of Chinese kung fu, including the Jingwu Society's Peerless Lost Trace Boxing.

"Alright, let's go." Ouyang Kai vaguely heard the siren in the distance, and felt that he couldn't stay here for a long time, and with an order, the men quickly retreated, and before leaving, Liang Maocai also talked to Liu Sheng Qingzi: "Sister, I will come back to you." ”

Yanagi Haruko snorted coldly and ignored him, and five minutes later, two Japanese patrolmen arrived on bicycles and asked breathlessly, "Miss Yanagi, are you okay?" ”

"It's nothing, a few Chinese came to learn martial arts, and I sent them away." Haruko Yanagi said lightly.

"Miss Yanagi is strong in martial arts, so she must have made them suffer." The patrol flattered.

In the evening, the men of the Hongkou Dojo came back from the Huxi Yarn Factory, and there has been a strike recently, and the inner and outer cotton yarn factories opened by the Japanese are the center of the **, and the director of the factory is afraid that the Chinese will make trouble, so dozens of experts have been hired as guards, so there is no one in the dojo during the day.

The Chinese actually came to make trouble and injured more than a dozen low-level ronin, which made Liu Sheng Jingyun, the commander of the Hongkou Dojo, very angry, but when he heard that the other party claimed to be a member of the Jingwu Society, and hundreds of people were dispatched, he fell into deep thought: "Something is wrong, the Jingwu Society has been silent for a long time, why did it suddenly grow so quickly?" ”

"Commander-in-chief, let's go for revenge." The masters of the dojo said.

"No, ignore them, the anti-Japanese sentiment of the Chinese is high at present, and we cannot cause trouble to our government." Yagyu Jingyun Road.

……

On the first day of the reopening of the Jingwu Society, three hundred disciples were recruited, and by the way, the news that the Hongkou Dojo was smashed quickly spread throughout the Shanghai Tang martial arts world, and the peers had to look at the Jingwu Association with admiration, Nong Jinsun didn't bother to explain anything, and he welcomed anything that could increase the momentum and scale of the Jingwu Society.

Recently, many restaurants have sprung up in the Zhabei area, almost all of which are based on Southern Thai cuisine, and the owners are all five big and three rough men, and the dishes are just a few things, braised beef, pig's head meat, and egg steamed buns, but the business is surprisingly hot.

At dinner time, in a Nantai native restaurant, Zheng Zeru and a group of nominal disciples of the Jingwu Association sat around the table, listening to Liang Maocai's spitting stars and boasting.

Originally, according to the rules of the Jingwu Association, it was necessary to manage it in a closed manner, and two meals a day were eaten in the martial arts hall, and it was strictly forbidden to go out without permission, but it was all the old Huang Li when Senior Brother Liu Zhensheng was there, three hundred new students, and they were all unruly former soldiers of the Anti-Smoking Law Enforcement Corps, just Ouyang Kai and Situ Xiaoyan, they couldn't manage it at all, so they could only let it go.

Zheng Zeru had a hot fight with his classmates, he was a cultural person, he could write letters to his family, he knew how to have fun in Shanghai, and he was good at enlightening others, and soon became a good friend of everyone, and gave him a nickname: Zheng Xiucai.

Liang Maocai finished blowing his awesome experience when he was a bandit, picked up the bowl and drank sorghum roast, took a bite of egg steamed buns, and asked Zheng Zeru with a big grin: "How is it, Xiucai, are you afraid?" ”

Zheng Zeru said: "I'm almost scared to pee. ”

The diner erupted in a burst of rough laughter.

"Brothers, have you ever thought about why our land will be annexed, why should we be bandits?" Zheng Zeru changed his serious tone and looked around at everyone.

Everyone yawned, knowing that Xiucai was going to talk about the ancient again.

Suddenly, four short-beaten men came in from outside the door, Panama straw hats, fragrant cloud gauze gowns, dragons and tigers on their arms, and thick gold tweezers on their fingers.

Liang Maocai glanced at them and ignored them.

The four of them sat down in the corner, ordered a few dishes, a pot of rice wine, and before they could eat it, they said in a weird manner: "Boss, how can there be a dead mouse in the dish!" How do you do business? Do you still want to open this store? ”

The boss walked over and pulled out a small, hairless dead mouse from his plate, which the ruffians had just put in.

"There's a rat, right, that's a meat dish, you have to add money." The owner was very relaxed.