Yu Zhankui, who crisscrossed the martial arts in Beiping, and the old man Yu just left. There were more than 20 bullet holes on his body, the fingers of his right hand were cut off, and the blood all over his body was dried, but a pair of tiger eyes were still round.

Yan Zhiyong couldn't cry silently, the man in his forties cried like a tearful man, although the master is a stinky temper, but he has always taken care of his apprentices and his family, and the martial arts hall has no income, he quietly used his leather robe as an exchange for food, a sixty-year-old man, who provoked whom, went to a banquet and gave his life.

After crying for a while, Yan Zhiyong said: "Big brother, don't delay your business, you can go back." ”

Baoqing is very righteous: "I have a fate with Old Man Yu, let's send him on the last ride." "Help Yan Zhiyong put Yu Zhankui's body on the foreign car, take off his coat and cover his body to cover the bloodstains, and pull the car back to the city.

Pulled outside the gate of the Qi Tian Martial Arts Pavilion, the son, daughter-in-law and little granddaughter who had been waiting for a long time came out, and the son complained: "Brother Yan, you don't persuade my father, can you go to the Japanese banquet." ”

Yan Zhiyong held back his tears and shook his head sadly: "You don't know the old man's temper. ”

The little granddaughter walked to the side of the cart, took her grandfather's hand, which had become extremely pale due to blood loss, and said in a milky voice: "Grandpa, wake up, I'm home." But the grandfather could no longer answer her.

The daughter-in-law had sharp eyes, saw blood dripping under the foreign car, and when she opened her gown, her father-in-law was already angry.

The son was also dumbfounded when he saw this scene, and walked over and shook Yu Zhankui's body: "Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you!" ”

The family cried, and the little granddaughter cried with her face up, especially sad.

Xue Baoqing also shed a few tears, helped Yu Zhankui carry him into the house, and was about to leave, when Yu Zhankui's son stopped him and took out a few banknotes: "Thank you." ”

"It's my honor to be able to send the old man on his last journey, the money can't be collected, don't we Beiping guys mean this yet." Xue Baoqing said it properly, turned around and left, and when he came to the door, he heard a shout from behind: "Righteous man, please accept my wait." ”

Turning back sharply, Yan Zhiyong led the Yu family to kneel on the ground and kowtowed.

Xue Baoqing arched his hand, didn't speak, went out, wiped his tears and pulled up the foreign car home, muttering: "The heroes of Peking are about to be killed by the Japanese." ”

When he returned to the depot, he saw his wife and children, and he felt like he was in a different world, Xing'er prepared two taels of white dry for him, a plate of peanuts, Baoqing picked up the wine glass and spilled it on the ground first, saying: "This cup, respect Zhankui." ”

"What's wrong with Yu Zhankui?" Apricot asked, stopping her hand on the soles of her shoes.

"I don't know, anyway, the Japanese have been harmed." Baoqing slowly talked about today's experience, and Xing'er's eyes turned red: "This old man is also a backbone person, and he must have been killed by the devil because he refused to be a traitor." ”

……

Six Nations Hotel, Yan Qingyu tossed and turned, and the scene before Yu Zhankui's death flashed back and forth in his mind, the old man died heroically and hardly.

When Yu Zhankui was all over Beijing, Yan Qingyu was still a little doll peeing and playing with mud in the countryside of Cangzhou, and she didn't know this martial arts old-timer, and she didn't feel that Yu Zhankui's death had anything to do with herself, but thinking about it, a thought came to her mind, and she was suddenly terrified, this is the end of disobedience to the Japanese, and this is the result of going against the imperial army!

He sat up in a cold sweat, the Japanese killed chickens to show monkeys, the target turned out to be himself!

What the Japanese want to do, it is nothing more than to make themselves traitors, make movies with Li Xianglan, and anesthetize the compatriots who are slaves of the country, no, they must not be allowed to succeed.

Yan Qingyu got out of bed in her clothes and walked back and forth in the house, the more she thought about it, the more she felt afraid, all this was a bureau, from the very beginning, the little star's father was caught by the military police was a trap, so that the king of the royal ryu could get close to him, and it was a trap to come to Peking to participate in the premiere, and he walked deeper and deeper unconsciously, and he was already on the edge of the cliff when he woke up suddenly.

What to do? Thirty-six plans to go up.

Before leaving, Yan Qingyu decided to see what King Ryūo was doing, and by the way confirmed whether his guess was true, it happened that King Ryūo's room was downstairs, he quietly opened the window, and an upside-down gold hook was swinging out of the window, and through the gap in the curtain, he saw that King Ryūo was talking to a middle-aged man who seemed to be a staff member.

Yan Qingyu can't understand Japanese, but he can understand that he has his own name in Japanese, and he was shocked in his heart, it seems that he guessed correctly, these people are calculating themselves all the time, if they are kidnapped to Manchukuo, it will really be called heaven and earth.

Don't leave at this time, let alone when, Yan Qingyu rolled up and went up, changed into neat clothes, didn't have any luggage, climbed out directly from the back window, went down the drain pipe to the ground, went around to the front, and glanced into the hall, two guys dressed as spies were reading the newspaper, if he walked from the main entrance, he would definitely be stopped.

Yan Qingyu had done several big cases in Beiping in his early years, the streets were very familiar, and he would also say that although he had not been a snitch for a few years, it would not take long to pick it up again, he quickly found a deserted house to live in, and planned to wait until dawn to follow the dung cart out of the city and go straight to his hometown in Cangzhou.

King Guryu is indeed talking to Noda about Tsubame Qingyu, and cultural aggression is also a strategic direction of the Great Japanese Empire, destroying the will to resist of the Shina people with a gluttonous voice, and numbing their nerves with movies.

"You can imagine what a big blow it will be to their morale when Yan Qingyu, the idol of the fans of Zhina, appears on the screen, I think the power of this bomb is no less than that of Wang Jingwei." The king of the royal ryu said triumphantly.

Noda said: "Killing Yu Zhankui should be a good warning to Yan Qingyu, but I have to remind Your Excellency that sometimes too much stimulation can backfire and cause the other party's rebellious mentality." ”

King Ryu waved his hand: "No, I have studied this person, although he has always played heroes on the screen, but in life he is just a playboy, with no power to tie the chicken, no ink on his chest, just a handsome face, plus the brother-in-law of a high-ranking official." ”

Noda said, "Doesn't he know martial arts?" ”

"Maybe I've practiced some flower boxing and embroidered legs, but I'm definitely not a martial arts master, I believe in my eyes." Oro Road.

"In this way, I thought he was a man who stood up to the sky, and he seemed to be too worried." Noda looked at his watch and got up to say goodbye: "It's not early, Mi-san should rest early." ”

"See you tomorrow." King Ryūo stood up to send him off.

Early the next morning, King Ryūo came upstairs with the contract and knocked on the door: "Yansang, get up." ”

No one answered, knocked a few more times, and there was still no response.

King Ryūo turned the doorknob, and the door was locked from the inside, and he was shocked, and called the waiter to open the door with the key, and when he went in, there was no one, and there was no one in the big wardrobe, in the bathroom, and under the bed, and there was no trace, and the wardrobe was full of suits and shirts, and the suitcase was there, but the person was gone.

hurriedly went downstairs to ask the two special high class personnel, but the other party said that he had not seen Yan Qingyu go out, and then asked the front desk duty manager, and the same answer was given.

"Yaga!" Ryūo couldn't help but punch the wall. Could it be that Yan Qingyu can't fly with wings! Then my efforts in the past few months have been in vain.

……

At this time, Yan Qingyu had already taken the train to Tianjin, the Yan family not only had a double skill in light skills, but also had a set of disguise techniques, but it was never secret, Yan Qingyu had this true inheritance, and only a little ash at the bottom of the pot could change the contour of his face, which was enough to hide from ordinary sentinels.

The distance from Tianjin Wei to Cangzhou is not far, but there is no train and car, and he can only rely on two legs.

Xiaoxing stayed overnight, and the next afternoon, Yan Qingyu, who was dusty, finally came to his hometown, looking at the familiar scenery, he couldn't help but sigh, it's still good to be in his hometown.

Suddenly, two people jumped out of the roadside, rifles in their hands, "Stop, hands up!" ”

The sword and gun were eyeless, Yan Qingyu hurriedly raised his hand: "Good man, there is something to say, there is money in the blanket, and a few clothes, all for you, don't hurt my life, the family is young." ”

The two robbers pressed him to the ground, held their bayonets to the back of their hearts, groped for a while, found nothing, and asked dissatisfiedly: "Where are you from?" Where to go? Do? ”

"I came from Tianjin, went to Zhanggezhuang, didn't do anything, went home."

"Home? What's your last name? ”

"My surname is Zhang." Yan Qingyu played a trick and didn't tell the truth.

"Fart, the surname Zhang doesn't have your number, you are a Japanese spy, tied up!"

Yan Qingyu was anxious at this time, and just about to resist, another team of people came out of the bushes, tied him with hemp rope, and escorted him directly to a dry ditch, kicking him on the ground, with a bang, it was the sound of a rifle being loaded.

"Keep people under the gun, I'm not a Japanese spy, I'm Yan Qingyu, Yan Qingyu of Zhanggezhuang, my father Yan Huaide, my brother Yan Jinan, you can't kill me!"

There was silence behind him, someone came over and lifted him up, his eyes were covered with a black cloth, Yan Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, at least not to kill him for the time being.

Yan Qingyu was pulled into a carriage, walked for a long time, turned an unknown number of corners, and finally arrived at the place, he was pulled out of the car, entered a room, the black cloth on his face was untied, and when he opened his eyes, there was a person sitting on the Taishi chair opposite, with a blue cloth military uniform, one sleeve was empty, and his dark face was full of beard, not angry and arrogant.

"Brother!" Yan Qingyu was excited, isn't this person his uncle and brother Yan Jinan.

"Big brother?" Yan Jinan frowned, stepped forward to wipe his face, and wiped off the ashes at the bottom of the pot. "Ouch fuck, it's really big brother, who is it, hurry up and untie the leash, how did you tie up my big brother, a bunch of blind dogs!"

The brothers came up with a hippie smile, untied Yan Qingyu's rope, and poured tea and water.

"Big brother, why are you dressed like this? Where did it come from? Yan Jinan asked.

"It's a long story, I escaped from Beiping, what, do you have anything to eat, starve to death."

"Come on, take a Texas grilled chicken, and then a pot of Lao Baigan." Yan Jinan was very happy, "I haven't seen each other for a few days, let's take care of the two cups." ”

The grilled chicken was not brought, there was a noise outside, and a minion ran in and said, "Commander, they are here!" ”

Yan Ji stood up stubbornly: "Tell the brothers, copy the guys!" ”

Yan Qingyu was shocked in her heart, could it be that the King of Imperial Ryu followed all the way? Busy said: "Who's coming?" Japanese? ”

Yan Ji Nan said: "It's the guerrillas who are coming." ”