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Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival to miss relatives!

On the 15th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar in 1916, the Mid-Autumn Festival was a festival for Chinese people all over the world. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

From high-ranking officials and nobles to poor pawns, no matter where they are or what their circumstances are, they will try their best to reunite with their families, and home has always been the destination of a person's emotions, not to mention that Chinese pay attention to ethics and attach importance to family.

It is a day of reunion, a day of longing, and for those who cannot afford to go home and travel abroad, perhaps they can only find some solace in wine and moonlight.

Since it's a festival, Chinatown is especially lively today.

When Situ Nan got up in the morning, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and he was used to going to bed late, so if there was nothing to do, he would get up later than ordinary people.

Outside, gongs and drums are beating, and the sound of firecrackers is lively.

"Young master, just now Situ Yong sent someone over to spread the word and asked you to attend the noon martial arts competition. There is also a banquet in the evening. ”

Just after eating the breakfast prepared by He Xiangu and wiping his mouth, Situ Nan was about to tease this stunning girl for a few words, when Han Gang came in.

"Martial arts competitions? All right! Situ Nan hasn't seen what the martial arts competition looks like, is it just like what was filmed on TV: a big man in a strong suit, kicked his legs and jumped, flew into the ring, and in the applause of the audience, he hugged his fist in his chest, and then loudly showed his nickname, who am I, who is who, who is the name of the person・・・・・・ and the two sides will start to fight.

The location is in the martial arts hall in Chinatown. When Situ Nan arrived, there were already a lot of people in the martial arts hall, and the heads and brains of the Chinese in Chinatown were also there, and most of Situ Nan had already met, so he had some impressions, so he was kind.

"Mr. Situ Nan, please take a seat!" As the host, Chen Tianming entertained Situ Nan, and Han Gang consciously stood behind Situ Nan.

"Hall Master Chen, it's very lively today!" South Szeto Road.

"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, we will have a meeting to make everyone happy, we Chinese go out, and what we pay attention to is unity."

"Well, that's right." Situ Nan echoed.

"Brother Nan, you have to look good later, there are a lot of good players in the rivers and lakes!" Situ Yong, who was sitting next to Situ Nan, whispered that he had a lot of things to do as soon as he came back in the past few days, so he hadn't seen Situ Nan in the past two days.

The martial arts training field is not big, it is not small, dozens of people can stand, and there is no ring or anything, after the lion dance, the competition begins.

Situ Nan saw it, saying that it was a martial arts competition, but in fact, the taste of the competition was not so strong, it was just a comparison, they were all young people struggling, and their masters were all sitting on the sidelines and watching, smiling and nodding to each other.

Since the Han and Tang dynasties, the Han people have a weak blood and a weak martial style. After being opened to foreign countries in modern times, despite repeated defeats, it still aroused the blood of some Chinese, and the atmosphere of martial arts practice increased, and non-governmental institutions such as martial arts halls appeared. For example, the contest between Huo Yuanjia and the Russian Hercules has inspired many Chinese people, and a sinking nation like China hopes to be respected and recognized by foreigners, and a little success will be magnified.

Don't say it's now, even a hundred years later, after the Chinese stand up, isn't it the same?

Self-confidence must be accumulated little by little, and the same is true of the blood and martial style of the Han people, although we may not be able to do the sword business like the West, nor can we become a samurai with a sword like the Japanese, but if the blood of the Chinese is not annihilated, this nation will continue to circulate for thousands of years.

"The black-clothed man's fist is fierce and powerful; The man in gray clothes is good at Wing Chun, and he uses his strength to fight with skill・・・・・・・"

Those martial arts moves or something, Situ Nan doesn't know much, he, a layman, can only look at the excitement, by the way, but Situ Yong next to him watched it with relish, and explained to Situ Nan next to him from time to time.

Well, this insider can see that the doorway is coming, but it's a pity that he can't go up and show off because of his itchy hands.

Situ Nan looked at him and couldn't help laughing: "Then why don't you go up?" ・・・・・・ with your skills"

"Why wouldn't I want to?" Situ Yong's face fell, and he looked at Chen Tianming sitting on the upper seat with some grievance, he was really quite intimidated by his boss when he was usually not afraid of the sky and the earth.

This guy is a bit of a martial arts idiot!

Situ Nan smiled in his heart and asked Han Gang behind him, "How is it?" Situ Nan pouted on the field.

"It's okay, a few are good!" Han Gang said casually, a little absent-minded, in his opinion, if he doesn't make a move, he should shoot quickly, accurately, and neatly, and there is no need for too many superfluous movements. What's more, this is not the era of cold weapons, a two-cent bullet is enough to kill a martial arts master.

"Oh." Situ Nan replied and said nothing, his eyes looked at the gate, and suddenly a group of Japanese wearing black kimonos and carrying knives in their hands came, their clogs clucked, and the characters were angry when they listened.

"Why is Nakamura a bastard?" Situ Yong scolded, and he stood up, his hands clenched into fists, and he looked guarded.

Situ Nan looked back and saw that Chen Tianming had already stood up, and the people in An Liangtang didn't have the relaxed expression on their faces just now.

The people on both sides faintly confronted each other.

It's really lively now. When Situ Nan decided that this unworthy "martial arts competition" began to be a little boring, he finally jumped out of a **oss.

Situ Nan thought very unconscionably. He wasn't worried at all, there were a lot of people on his side, and he couldn't go it alone, so he would fight in a group.

He admired the courage of this group of Japanese a little, and they were still so arrogant and even a little obscene in the eyes of many unkind people.

He's Nakamura?!

Situ Nan looked at the black kimono in the lead, a man dressed as a samurai, about 30 years old, flat-headed, with a little lewd Rendanhu, with a slight smile on his face, (maybe he didn't smile), his expression was quite calm.

Among the Japanese, he is also very tall, Situ Nan visually measured it, about 1.65 meters! The other ronins he brought were all short, but some were strong and had fierce eyes, and they were not kind!

In the western Pacific Rim states of the United States, among the Asian immigrants, in addition to the Chinese, Japanese immigrants are Japanese immigrants, but the status of Japanese immigrants is much higher than that of Chinese immigrants.

In the beginning, Japanese immigrants, like Chinese immigrants, did hard and dirty work, engaged in jobs that whites did not want to do, not only were they not treated well, but they were often discriminated against by whites.

However, since the Russo-Japanese War in 1905, when Japan defeated Russia, one of the European powers, the status of Japanese immigrants in the United States has improved a lot, and the status of the Chinese has widened.

In the face of the increasing number of Japanese immigrants, whites felt that their jobs were threatened by the Japanese, and they tried to replicate the tragedy of the Chinese in the Japanese immigrants, but the U.S. government could no longer treat Japanese immigrants like Chinese, and could only restrict Japanese immigration to the United States.

When this road did not work, they went the other way, and later the Japanese migrated to South America. Just like the Japanese countries that left Asia and joined Europe, Japanese immigrants in the United States also regarded themselves as "yellow-skinned whites", and their attitude towards the Chinese became bad, and it was not uncommon for them to violate the Chinese.

"Nakamura, what do you want to do? Don't forget, this is Chinatown, so get out of here! ”

Situ Yong stood up and shouted.

Nakamura didn't take his words to heart at all, raised his eyebrows, and sneered: "Aren't you people who call themselves the state of etiquette?" How rude? ”

After speaking, Nakamura swept the audience, except for one or two young people with outstanding appearances who sat and stood at a stand, he was no stranger to the other Chinese leaders, and he didn't know each other if he didn't fight, not to mention that they were enemies who were incompatible with each other!

Situ Nan and Han Gang are both mixed-race, half-Western, at first glance, they are not much different from other Chinese, but on closer inspection, they have some Western characteristics.

However, Nakamura didn't know them, he only saw that the half-foreign young man sitting on the chair was smiling, looking lively, and the other half-foreign man behind him was a little wary.

"Who are they?" The thought flashed through Nakamura's mind.

He came to the door today to provoke, and it was not a life-and-death struggle, but just to block these people and prevent them from having such a good time, of course, there are other purposes.

In fact, Nakamura is quite handsome, and his smile is a little sunny, and he may even become an attractive uncle!

"You..." Situ Yong's eyes were on fire, and he wanted to eat Nakamura, he suffered a loss at Nakamura's hands last time.

"Ah Yong, don't be impulsive!" Chen Tianming waved his hand to Situ Yong, looked at Nakamura with a straight face, and said, "Nakamura, the Ming people don't say dark words, just say it, what do you want to do?" ”

Chen Tianming is a little majestic, and as a speaker of San Francisco's Chinatown, he naturally has some momentum.

In Nakamura's opinion, the Chen Tianming in front of him is much more difficult to deal with than the brave and unscrupulous Situ Yong, but what is this? The samurai of the Great Japanese Empire were never afraid of anyone!

Thinking of this, Nakamura Pi said with a smile, "We Japanese samurai heard that you Shina people have a martial arts competition here, so we really want to compete with you!" Now we in Japanese karate challenge you! Please give us a lot of advice. ”

After Nakamura finished speaking, he bowed slightly and raised his head, Yan zhòng's provocation was a little unscrupulous.

"Come on, Nakamura, let grandpa teach you a lesson, you arrogant guy!" Situ Yong said that he was about to end.

"Could it be that this Nakamura is just idle and comes to fight?" Chen Tianming couldn't guess Nakamura's mind for a while, so he didn't stop Situ Yong.

"Koizumi, you go!" Nakamura gave orders to a Japanese man with ear-length hair and sharp-beaked monkey cheeks behind him.

"Hey!" After Xiaoquan bowed, he faced Situ Yong.

This Xiaoquan, although he is a person, is not very good, but he still has some ability, and he has not suffered a loss after holding up more than a dozen moves under Situ.

The two of you went back and forth, the fight was so lively, and the audience on the sidelines watched and cheered silently in their hearts.

"Ahh ，

"Ah!!h

With Situ Yong's shout, Xiaoquan let out a miserable scream, flew out, spat out blood, and fell to the ground. was pulled back by the Japanese ronin from behind.

Situ Nan just saw clearly, it turned out that Situ Yong had sold a flaw, and suddenly burst out and kicked Xiaoquan in the chest. After several months of brutal training, especially after being tossed by He Wenxiu, Situ Yong's skills were better than before, and his shots were faster and more ruthless. "What karate! This one! Situ Yong put his thumb up, and then pointed down heavily. Immediately annoyed the gang of Japanese ronin, and they wanted to rush forward.

And those gangs in An Liangtang did not show weakness, and went up, seeing that the two sides were about to fight.

"Stand down!"

"Yaga!"

Chen Tianming and Nakamura stopped the people on both sides in time, Nakamura is not stupid, the other party is overwhelming, isn't it uncomfortable to fight in a group?

Chen Tianming didn't want to make a big deal out of it, today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, so as not to spoil the atmosphere. Isn't Chen Tianming annoyed by these Japanese who came to the door? However, he controlled it, and Situ Yong gave the other party a dismount that he was also happy to see.

(Okay, let's get another one today!) Without further ado. ）

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