"Young Master... What are you going to do in Fuso? ”

Duan Shiyi was a little incomprehensible, it stands to reason that Duan Zhen should stay in China with peace of mind.

Although the leader of the GOD is temporarily restrained by Wang Chao, it will come suddenly.

As a god who dominates the world, even if he is invincible to Wang Chao, he can go wherever he wants.

"I just want to check it out."

Duan Zhen's tone was indifferent, he slowly landed on the ground, and continued to speak:

"You can help me check the deeds of the veterans of my country's Anti-Japanese War, and how their descendants are doing."

"Veteran?"

Duan Shiyi was confused, and he didn't know why his young master suddenly checked this.

But he still went to investigate it carefully, and it took a full month to collect all the information.

"Here is all the information, including a list of some of the missing people, as well as current information about their descendants."

Duan Shiyi handed the information to Duan Zhen in the dust, and it could be seen that he had put some effort into accessing this information in the past month.

"These people..."

Duan Zhen was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at the information in front of him, his mind silent.

That's all the deeds of the heroic veterans of those years.

Dadao General Zhao Dengyu, 115th Division Company Commander Zeng Xiansheng, 16th Brigade Political Commissar Liao Haitao, Deputy Commander of the 4th Independent Regiment Tian Tongchun, Vice Minister of Health Du Bohua, Patriot Xu Fan Ting...

There are also heroic events such as the heroes of Langya Mountain and the eight women who have been familiar to Duan Zhen since he was a child.

All the information was compiled into an extremely detailed list, and Duan Zhen read it for several days before he memorized these stories.

This is still recorded in history, and as for the unsung heroes who are not recorded, there are countless of them.

He closed his eyes and thought for a long time before continuing to look at the descendants of these heroes.

Most of these heroes died young, died early, and very few had descendants.

Most of those who have offspring are very ordinary, and some are even very embarrassed, and their economic level is not enough to maintain their lives.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Duan Zhen watched some heroic descendants even being bullied by some local rich people and evil forces, and sighed in his heart.

He asked Duan Shiyi to set up a foundation, the main work of which is to fund the descendants of these anti-Japanese war veterans, including material assistance and spiritual comfort.

As soon as the foundation was established, the whole country publicized these old and unfamiliar deeds to the current generation, and immediately set off a wave of remembrance of the heroic soul.

And Duan Zhen also did it himself, visiting the descendants of various heroes, and experiencing the deeds of their ancestors orally.

Only when you have seen history do you know history.

Duan Zhen felt that he seemed to feel a sense of intent during this period of visit.

It's hazy, but it's long-lasting.

It has nothing to do with martial arts, only the heart.

......

Fuso, Hokkaido.

It's September, it's the height of summer, and the sun is shining.

In a village in the countryside of Hokkaido, a young man has appeared.

He seemed to have come all the way, with a little dust on his body and a long box behind him.

The inhabitants of the village looked at him curiously, a stranger they had never seen before.

"Big brother, who are you?"

A little girl asked the young man as she staggered.

She was about seven or eight years old, with two pigtails, and she didn't seem to be afraid of life at all.

The young man smiled at her, but did not answer, but walked on his own.

And the little girl followed him for a while, and then found that she could not keep up with him, so she staggered away again.

The young man walked slowly, straight into one of the nondescript mud houses, and pushed the door in, as if he were returning to his own home.

There was a small pond behind the earthen house, and on the side sat an old man dressed in pitch black, without a beard, with sparse eyebrows, and a hunched back.

There was a gourd containing wine beside the old man, and a bamboo cane not far away.

"Who are you?"

The old man was not surprised to see the young man uninvited, but spoke softly.

His voice was as thin as a woman's, and it was definitely not the voice that an old man should have.

Suddenly, an extremely strange aura came, and there was a faint terrifying atmosphere flowing around.

The young man paused, as if he didn't expect the old man's voice to be so strange.

As if he remembered something, he quickly rummaged in his pocket for a while and took out a mobile phone.

Then followed the pronunciation on the mobile phone, and said jerkyly:

"I'm Duan Zhen."

These four words are very simple, but they are pronounced strangely, as if they were spoken by someone who has just learned the language.

But that meaning is still very intuitive.

The old man got up slowly, his eyes fixed on the young man in front of him, and his eyes looked at the box behind him for a long time.

"What are you going to do?"

The old man's voice became even more bereotyping, and after knowing that the other party was not a native, his tone was a little unkind.

Duan Zhen stared at the phone again and looked at it for a while before he spoke in jerky words:

"I'll kill you."

As soon as these four words came out, the pond that was supposed to be quiet fell into a dead silence.

Duan Zhen slowly put down the box behind him and stuck it on the ground.

He looked at the old man in front of him, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

This is a super master of the water moon stream, one of the few remaining masters in the Fuso ninjutsu world today.

He was also a war criminal during the Anti-Japanese War.

I don't know how many Chinese people he has killed by his hands, and he likes to torture and kill the most.

The list of things to do is too much to mention.

He chose to retire in the second half of his life and became anonymous.

is almost a hundred years old, and many people in Fusang's country have forgotten him, but they didn't expect to be approached by Duan Zhen today.

"The people of China..."

The old man's eyes were silent, as if he remembered what happened back then.

He suddenly grinned, and between this smile, he was like a crack boy in the night walk of a hundred ghosts.

The entire face is distorted to an inhuman degree, like a demon.

Duan Zhen only felt a sudden sound like the terrible cry of a night owl suddenly sounding in his ears, and his vision blurred for a moment.

Then, the ghostly figure of the old man came straight into view.

At this moment, even Duan Zhen didn't react, seeing that the old man flashed in front of him in an instant, he couldn't make any moves.

It was as if I was caught in my heart by that eerie scream.

"I haven't drunk your blood in a long time."

The old man's hands and fingers were like swords, and a layer of air exploded between the slides, and it was actually the Wudang Nine Palace Sword Fingers.

His sword finger is completely no longer the meaning of pure yang in Wudang, but it is extremely weird and strange, like a ghost hand.

But as soon as Duan Zhen felt it, he found that this finger was almost twice as strong as Lin Tingfeng, the head of the contemporary Wudang Sword Sect.

I didn't expect this Shui Yueliu Grandmaster to practice Huaguo's sword finger to such an extent.

"Roar!!

In the nick of time, Duan Zhen suddenly let out a loud shout.

Like a giant python entrenched in the deep mountains, it spits out demon pills under the moon, roaring at the moon and setting off bursts of roaring earth.

There was a loud croaking of frogs in his abdomen, and there seemed to be a wave in the air around him.

Monty python big toad!

At this moment, Duan Zhen exhibited the Burst Method and the Sound Fighting Method at the same time.

Then he twisted his waist, and his whole person was like a troll possessed by hell, and almost instantly swelled to two meters and one or two.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

The dirt inside the mud house instantly formed layers of deep pits, and the entire ground seemed to be plowed over, and even the otherwise calm pond exploded into layers of water.

It was as if someone threw a grenade into the house, which detonated instantly.

The old man saw that Duan Zhen suddenly made such a big movement, but his hand still did not pause at all, and he didn't even jump his eyelids, and still cut in with his fingers.

He slammed his feet again, and suddenly a three-inch short sword burst out from the sole of his shoe, which was held in his hand in the blink of an eye, and he stabbed straight into Duan Zhen's heart.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and swallowed, and once again let out that creepy and weird sound.

"Whoosh!"

A few short needles as thin as cow's hair ejected from his mouth, and the roots were jet black, and they were all quenched with poison.

And at the moment when the poison needle was just released, his upper clothes immediately shook again, and a trace of vague smell suddenly emanated from the air.

The sword in the sole, the needle in the mouth, and the poison in the clothes!

In just a few changes, they are all insidious killer moves!

This great master of the Water Moon Stream showed his incomparably terrifying martial arts methods almost in a single move.

Even Duan Zhen immediately fell into danger!

"Ninja..."

Rao is Duan Zhen has invited most of the masters in the Chinese martial arts circle, but he has never seen such a strange attack method.

I don't tell you any martial arts at all, all means are just to kill the opponent, and do everything!

The slightest mistake is the end of no corpse!

"Then I won't tell you anything..."

Duan Zhen suddenly relaxed the strength of his whole body, and seemed to be motionless as if he had accepted his fate.

When the old man saw that Duan was really like this, the cruelty on his face was even stronger, and with his dry and old face, he looked even more terrifying than the evil ghost at this moment.

He smiled, his hand moved faster, and he was about to pierce Duan Zhen's heart almost in the next instant.

And those poisonous needles were already about to shoot into Duan Zhen's eyelids, and they were only an inch away from piercing through the bones.

But just when the old man thought that he was foolproof, he suddenly felt the force of the forward thrust in his hand, as if he was blocked by some inexplicable force.

And a trace of incomprehension and panic finally flashed in his eyes, and the poisonous needles that he emitted actually stopped in mid-air like this, and he couldn't take a step forward.

"Wind?"

The old man suddenly let go of his hand and retreated, and he could feel that the poisonous gas he had just shaken off was also stirring against the wind.

He retreated more than ten steps and returned to the pond.

Duan Zhen also looked at him calmly, his palm slightly raised.

The poisonous needles and short swords floated silently above the palms of their palms, as if an invisible force held them up.

"Impossible!"

When the old man saw this scene, his body was full of qi and blood, and he didn't believe that anyone in this world could have such a means.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

He slammed his step, and the gourd placed on the edge of the pond fell into his hand in an instant, and the wine was swallowed into his mouth like a whale.

And his withered body gradually became ruddy and abnormal, and his skin began to become full of life.

Then he picked up the bamboo cane on the side and shook it slightly.

The bamboo cane immediately cracked, and the sawdust pieces slid off, revealing a long sword like autumn water.

The sword was extremely elongated, with a jaw just over an inch long and a tip of the blade that was less than three centimeters.

The old man held the sword, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly changed.

His body became more and more full in the process, and it seemed that he had suddenly returned to the state of his youth.

Between the agitation of that aura, it was no longer inferior to the average Dan Dao master.

Duan Zhen just watched quietly as the old man finished drinking and picked up the sword, until the other party's whole body spirit and spirit condensed to an extremely strong level, then he suddenly smiled and said:

"You deserve a sword, too?"

With a wave of one hand, the poisonous needle and short sword floating in his palm instantly shot towards the old man.

At the same time, the wooden box behind him unfolded automatically, and a bright long sword jumped up like a swimming dragon, as fast as a lightning bolt.

"Phew!"

The old man roared, and was about to slash the flying poisonous needle and short sword, when he found a long sword that was so fast that there was no sound coming.

He suddenly held his sword to block it, and there was a crisp breaking sound, and the long sword in his hand immediately shattered inch by inch.

Immediately after that, the sword light that flew in mid-air swirled like a cloud and mist, and returned straight to Duan Zhen's hand.

He returned the sword to the sheath abruptly, and without looking at the old man again, he slowly put the long sword back into the wooden box, put it on his back, and walked away.

The old man shook his body and sat down slowly on the ground.

"What a fast sword..."

He looked at Duan Zhen in the distance and muttered.

Subsequently, the corpses were separated!