In the tavern opened by the Japanese in the north city of Tianjin, the sound of the guzheng is like the tinkling of spring water, and more than a dozen Japanese dancers are singing and dancing with fans.

Two drunken soldiers, holding each other, staggered out.

The north of the city is the military police station, and the people who live here are either devil soldiers or traitor leaders, and ordinary people basically can't see them.

On the street, the traitor squad of the Political Security Bureau on patrol nodded and shouted Taijun.

The two drunken soldiers, laughing under flattery, manipulated the sinicization that they had just learned, and asked: "Flower girl, good people, where is the drop?" ”

"Taijun, the flower girl has Baocui Building, I'll take you there." The traitors who can patrol here know a few words of Japanese.

Hearing the orders of the two grandfathers, the traitor suddenly lost his bones, and he was about to lead the way with a smile.

"Baga, the good people want it, but the Qinglou doesn't want it." The drunken Japanese soldier, raising his hand, was two big mouths and hit the traitor in the face.

These traitors, who belong to the Political Security Bureau under the Wang puppet regime, have nothing to do with the Japanese strictly speaking.

However, Chairman Wang is a Japanese dog, and the traitors have long regarded these people as their own grandfathers.

"Thank you, Taijun!" The beaten traitor stood upright, and saluted with a smile. Looking at the appearance of the pug, let alone the flower girl of the good people's family, it is the old lady of the two princes who want to go to him, and it is estimated that they can agree to it in one go.

"Yo Xi, you drop, it's great!" Under the leadership of the traitor, the two Japanese soldiers walked away shoulder to shoulder.

Not the slightest notice that not far from them, there was a gaze looking at this side.

Ten minutes later, a traitor and two drunk Japanese soldiers walked out of the north of the city with laughter.

And at an intersection, when the three of them were advocating the common prosperity of Greater East Asia, the gun went off...

Bang bang bang ...

Seven shots in a row, shooting from behind at close range, Wang Xu didn't miss a moment.

Seeing the three of them fall to the ground in response, he quickly stepped forward and pulled off two identity badges from the necks of the two Japanese soldiers.

After doing all this, Wang Xu didn't say a word, turned around and left.

He had already seen it when he came, and there was an alley here with a dead end at the end, but it was the middle of the city when he turned over.

Originally, Wang Xu also felt that if he wanted to kill the Japanese soldiers, he might be encountered by the patrol in the north of the city.

You must know that the north of the city is the garrison of the Japanese army, as well as the garrison of the puppet army, and the intensity of patrol is the largest.

Unexpectedly, these two Japanese soldiers were looking for death, and they drank like this, and they dared to go out of the north of the city to shake around, and they deserved to be shot to death by him a few times.

"These two Japanese soldiers, but if they want to go out to do evil, I can be regarded as doing the right thing for heaven, right?" Compared with the time when he killed Xie Ruolin, this time, Wang Xu felt even happier.

No wonder so many people like to act chivalrous, and this feeling of changing the fate of others is really fascinating.

"No, you have to hurry up, or you'll be in trouble if you get surrounded." Wang Xu put away his pistol and quickly ran towards the alley.

At the end of the alley, there was a two-meter-high wall, and Wang Xu rubbed twice with his speed, and quickly grabbed the eaves of the wall and turned over.

In the next second, a terrible whistle came from the scene of the crime.

Apparently, the puppet army, who was patrolling nearby, rushed over after hearing the gunshots.

... The next day...

"Master, this is my letter of proof." The two blood-stained soldier identity cards were respectfully handed to Han Muxia by Wang Xu.

The old man picked it up, put it in his hand and weighed it twice, there was a little more smile in his eyes, and said, "Stone, you go out to inquire if there was anything big happened last night." ”

The stone is the grandson of the old man, in his thirties, and he looks like a dish.

Hearing the old man's command, Shi Shi didn't say a word, and strode out.

Half an hour later, Shi ran in again and whispered in the old man's ear: "Something is wrong, people on the street are spreading that last night, there was a traitor and two Japanese soldiers were killed." It is said that these two Japanese soldiers, one named Kuroda and the other Inoue, relied on their identities to harm the common people outside. ”

"Kuroda, Inoue!" The old man picked up the identity card, and sure enough, it was the name written on it, and nodded: "Come in with me." ”

The old man took Wang Xu into the house with his hands behind his back.

The room was very shabby, a shabby square table, a faded chair, that was all the furnishings.

The old man looked around, with a bit of decline in his eyes, sat on the chair and said: "The real apprentice is to distribute door stickers and announce them to the Quartet, and today can only be done on a special basis." ”

Speaking of this, the old man sighed again and waved his hand at the stone that followed: "Take a tea bowl and pour another cup of tea in." ”

The stone didn't move, and stood in the doorway, looking like he wanted to say something.

The old man just wanted to reprimand, but then he thought of something, and said with a wry smile: "I forgot, now it's not as good as before!" Go ahead, come in with a bowl of water and fill it with half a bowl of water. ”

Wang Xu stood aside, having the heart to pay for the stone to buy tea, but he was afraid of breaking the old man's heart.

Lao Tzu also used to pay attention to people, thousands of apprentices and grandchildren, and every year the scene of apprenticeship, it is enough to charter a two-story restaurant.

Nowadays, attention has become a promise, not to mention the two-story restaurant, the apprentice tea has to be replaced with cold water, and it is better not to find a boring one.

After a while, the stone came back with the bowl.

Han Muxia sat on the chair, as if he had returned to that eventful era, and glanced at the water bowl with his eyes.

Wang Xu heard the strings and knew the elegance, and quickly took the water bowl in the stone hand, bowed his head and said, "Master, drink tea..."

The water in the bowl is not tea, but at this time, it can't be so much to worry about.

The old man pretended to cough majestically, took the water bowl and drank it all, and said in a deep voice: "Back then, I retired to the rivers and lakes, it was a last resort, and the real closed disciples have not been confiscated. Wang Xu, the old man accepted you as an apprentice today, you are my closed disciple, and I hope you don't smash my signboard. ”

"Yes, Master!"

Wang Xu was about to kneel down to worship his master, but before he could kneel, the old man grabbed his arm, shook his head and said, "I, Han Muxia's disciple, never need to bow down. Remember, men should be self-reliant, kung fu can be soft, but knees can't. The old man will use this method today to let you remember that you can't be spineless at any time. "When it comes to backbone, the old man would rather break his hand than serve the warlord, which is definitely a benchmark.

Some people may say that if you dare to break your hand, why don't you dare to burn it with the warlord.

In this regard, we can only see our opinions, after all, people do not jump out of stones, and people who don't think for themselves may not be able to put their families down.

"Wang Xu, what kung fu have you learned before, show it to me." After drinking the apprentice tea, the old man's face eased a lot, and there was more intimacy in his eyes.

Wang Xu looked around, the room was small, and there was a square table in the middle, and said bitterly: "Master, the place here is too small, right?" ”

"It's not small, just in every square inch, I can see the real kung fu. If the place is big enough, you can use a gun, what are you doing practicing kung fu? As soon as the old man Han Muxia said it, Wang Xu also felt that it made sense.

He came to learn kung fu to make up for the lack of hand-to-hand combat, as well as combat effectiveness when lacking guns.

After listening to the old man's instructions, Wang Xu didn't say anything anymore, and just between these square inches, he started the fighting skills that Yu Zecheng taught him.

It's strange to say, I don't know if it's the martial arts master on the side, which brings pressure to make people concentrated.

After a set of 36-way grappling and fighting, Wang Xu fought with a tiger and a tiger, and he had never been so comfortable as today.

"That's it!" Wang Xu was playing hard, and the old man suddenly spoke.

Looking back, the old man had a dark face with anger on his face: "What is this thing you hit, who taught you?" ”

Wang Xu didn't know why the old man was angry, thinking that this pot couldn't be carried, so he had to get rid of it, and replied: "Yu Zecheng..."