I replied weakly: "Pony Six, Oil Four Chickens, Ah Wu Donkey, and Niu Ba all have to do it, but Brother Ghost can't, he has his own way." I can't do it either, I don't believe in Confucianism, Taoism, Zen Buddhism, Pure Land, God Christ, Wudou Rice Dao, Land Mother-in-law, Monkey King, I only believe in myself. Once, the dean's grandmother said that I don't have a soul root, I'm too angry, I'm not restrained, I want to be free, don't be restrained. ”

"The mountain ghost may have believed in something else, and his re-entry into the gang is a betrayal of his own people's past oaths, or not. You can only follow me within three steps. "That Miantang is final.

"How much wages? If you don't charge money for doing things in vain, that's a pig. ”

"$100 per month."

"Deal."

The search team sent by the Japanese secret services was very efficient, and soon found signs of messy ruts on a hilly ground in the Pudong area, and dug up the corpses of Japanese ronins under a bulging dirt bag.

Looking at the corpse of the ronin in a different place, Yamada Hara Ken had some doubts, who killed him? This man's kung fu must be unfathomable, how did he decapitate the ronin? The sharp knife was clearly stained with blood.

Once upon a time, the beheading of Chinese was the specialty of the Japanese occupation forces.

Back at the agency, the adjutant sent Ken Yamada Hara an encrypted telegram. The telegram was sent by his father, Yuo Yamada:

1. Do everything possible to infiltrate the British and French public concessions, and contact all gangsters, if Huo Zhuoshan and Du Shaoqing, the leaders of the Qinghong Gang, do not cooperate, you can consider another ruthless character - Zhang Chenglin, he is a snake with enough weight! Cooperate with the military department to make preparations for the capture of Shanghai, take Shanghai at the lowest cost, and proceed from the overall situation in all strategic needs.

2. Continue to search for the 18-year-old girl with a beautiful mole on her forehead, and the approximation of her appearance refers to the image of Nalan Mingzhu, and she will find it at all costs.

Ken Yamada was pacing around the office with a telegram in his hand and began to rack his brains.

Suddenly, a strange thought popped into my mind: the woman who was rescued by the black-faced man in the demonstration had a red mole! Could it be her? Who's good? Where is she now?

Ken Yamada couldn't help but get excited, and quickly perfected this whimsical idea in his mind.

I was able to be discharged from the hospital after three days, and I insisted on returning to my rented house to rest, one was that I was not worried about the six ponies, and the other was that I was more and more afraid of being alone with Na Miantang, and an inexplicable emotion was soaking me.

As soon as I entered the house, Na Miantang and Song Da, who had come to accompany me, glanced at each other, "There are people on the roof!" Because at the same time a debris fell from the room, and after taking a few steps backwards, they vaguely saw several dark shadows on the roof.

Na Miantang stopped, the two looked at each other for a second, and at the same time climbed up to the roof with their hands and feet like an ape, and the man in black got up and ran like a cat lying on his stomach.

Na Miantang jumped over in one step, and the small flying knife in his hand had already taken off his hand and flew towards the man in black, only to hear the sound of "choking", and the tip of the small flying knife was actually on the spine of the opponent's gun. The man in black suddenly felt his wrist crack, and the gun in his palm had been knocked off.

But that person is also a rare master, in the face of danger, his body turned over, and he had rolled out of the zhang, and then his face was revealed, and he was actually dressed in a hurry, holding a crossbow box, aiming at that Miantang, this kind of Zhuge crossbow is incomparably powerful at close range. But his leg was wounded, his face was as white as dirt, the blood had begun to flow, and his body had begun to fight.

"Stop!" Song Da pulled out his short gun, "If you don't stop shooting, you're going to shoot!" Is your crossbow fast or my gun fast! ”

The man in black suddenly remembered the two of them, and he quietly took a few steps back at his feet, smiled gloomily, and said, "I didn't expect that there are still masters here, aren't the two of them the head and young master of the Thirteen Taibao?" I almost lost my eyes. Are you also here to grab the treasure, and if you want to alarm others, you will shoot defenselessly. ”

Na Miantang smiled and said: "Even if you recognize us, you are not blind yet, what else does Your Excellency say?" ”

The black-faced man sighed, and the bolts were already raining down.

At that moment, Na Miantang suddenly rolled on the ground, and Song Da took advantage of the situation with his left hand to pick up dozens of tiles on the roof and shoot towards the black-faced man.

The tiles flew and turned into a circle of light, and the crossbow arrows were shocked in all directions, and the strength of this move was so strong, so fast, as fast as lightning, as strong as a lightning strike.

The black-faced man was shocked to change his moves, it was too late, and with a "whoosh", the tile fragments had been embedded in his throat, and blood was splashed out, like a flag flower rocket. The black-faced man covered his throat with his hands, gurgling in his throat, but he hadn't lost his breath yet.

Song Da's move just now was to seize the road first, and the injury was second, because this tile was deviated by three points, and it just passed out between the trachea and esophagus of the black-faced man, and it did not hurt his vital point. The black-faced man gritted his teeth and sneered: "The head of the sect and the young master are so fast!" ”

That Miantang smiled slightly, and at this moment, every word became cold like a knife, and said, "Your luck is good." ”

The black-faced man's eyes stared at me downstairs like a poisonous snake, and he sneered: "Sure enough, the hero is sad to pass the beauty pass, and the beauty is valuable and wealthy." After saying that, he let out a roar and jumped off the three-story building, looking at the situation to make a "hawk pounce on the chicken" against me.

Song Da jumped down after the fish, and Miantang struck a fatal blow at the black-faced man with a flying knife.

The man in black fell beside me in the courtyard of the house, and I had been carried to safety by Song Da. The black-faced man's face was all distorted, and even his lips were trembling, and he said, "You... You are really heroes and sad beauties, and you are worth a lot of money. Suddenly, the face of the man in black was all distorted, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he suddenly pulled his mouth hard, his throat "gurgled", every muscle on his face was beating, his nostrils gradually expanded, his mouth opened wide, his tongue stretched out, a stream of black blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, his head was crooked, and he was dead.

Vaguely, Song Da found another one, and ran away when he saw him pulling his legs, Song Da and Na Miantang chased after the corner, because it was not good to alarm the surroundings, that Miantang had a flying knife, and the man in black was stabbed in the foot but still ran away, and the person disappeared in an instant.

The crowd led by Pony Six came to the outside of the courtyard, all carrying a satisfactory guy and a frame ready to fight.

"Leader, little boss, what's wrong? Who would dare to break in? ”

Ah Wu Donkey reached out to search, and took out a diamond-shaped gold needle ornament from the deceased's suit, Ah Wu Donkey was illiterate, so he had to take it to Na Miantang to carefully examine the diamond-shaped gold needle ornament, and Na Miantang immediately rolled up the deceased's sleeve, revealing the Japanese-style tattoo on his arm, "This is the standard for members of the Japanese Yokohama yakuza Yamaguchi-gumi." ”

"Why are there Japanese here? What is worth a fortune? Song Da questioned.

Na Miantang's face was gloomy, and he looked at me and Song Da who were holding me in his arms.

The bank president's office building on the second floor of the White House.

Mr. Johann, the head of the French Concession in Shanghai, sat in the conference room with Bai Zhengchang.

John said arrogantly: "According to what I have checked, although your daughter did not participate in the parade, she is one of the main student leaders behind it, and we have always been grateful to Boss Bai for supporting us, but I don't want your daughter to ruin our friendship again next time." ”

John came for a showdown, and only after a showdown can he negotiate, Bai Yachang no longer hesitated, because John came to China to be greedy for money, a fanatical Chinese collector, this time he has already grabbed the handle, and it is in vain to escape from the ascension.

Bai Yachang slowly turned half of his body, picked up the coffee, and raised his hand to John: "Please drink coffee." His gaze turned to the desk, where the handwriting of a painting had already been unfolded, and the two paperweights were firmly pressed against the ends of the scroll.

Bai Yachang said calmly: "This is the couplet that Zeng Wengong wrote to the subordinates of the Hunan Army in the big tent after he suppressed the Taiping Army. ”

John rushed over with impoliteness, looked at the letter suspiciously, his eyes slowly lit up, obviously he was attracted by the inscription on the painting: "Xiangxiang Zeng Disheng Collection Sentence"!

- Zeng Guofan's own ink treasure!

John subconsciously got closer, subconsciously squatted down, looked at the two lines of words on the banner that were half pavilion and half mountainous, looked at this painting with an obsessive expression, breathed heavily, and asked feverishly: "Is it the couplet of 'Relying on the sky and the sea and countless flowers, flowing water and high mountains know themselves'?" ”

"Zeng Wenzhenggong's handwriting?" John's question was very solemn, and his eyes changed.

"Yes, Mr. John, you are already a China expert, and this painting has been appraised by Mr. Wang Shixiang, and it is Zeng Wenzheng's handwriting. In order to appease those people in the Hunan army, Zeng Wengong wrote it in the big tent back then, which means that he and everyone are mountains and rivers, and one heart should be loyal to Chaoyan, and don't covet any titles and fame. ”

After saying this, John felt his breath hold, slowly stood up, and looked at Bai Yachang, "You know, our friendship is very important, so I will suppress the little girl's affairs for you, but you have to make sure that you don't let the upper daughter participate in this sport next time, OK?" ”

Bai Yachang smiled faintly.

The auspicious day is the first day of the third lunar month, Wang Yaxi's birthday, and it is also the day when Cheng Sheng helped Zhongren Society open the incense hall.

The general executive is bald today, and he is wearing a wide white silk cardigan, black silk pants, and a one-foot-wide red belt around his waist, which looks majestic: Open Xiangtang, please big brother.

At this time, in the spring of 1935, Wang Yaxian held a grand ceremony to accept apprentices in the Wang's mansion in the area of Haige Road (Houhuashan Road) in Shanghai.

The palace is full of hanging lights, the ground is full of red carpets, the four walls are calligraphy and paintings, there are rosewood chairs next to them, all of them are paved with splendid embroidery, the hall is the incense hall, the tablet and portrait of the Emperor Guan Shengjun are offered in the middle, the incense case is lit with a pair of dragon dance beads weighing ten catties huge red candles, the light is dazzling, in the bronze furnace, the sandalwood is smoky. In the curling green smoke, a couplet can be seen, pasted on both sides of the statue of Guan Gong:

Shanglian: Shi Wolong, Youzilong, Long Shi Deyou;

Downlink: Brother Xuande, Brother Yide, Brother De.

At about 10 o'clock, the old man Wang Yaxiang was wearing a blue and white satin robe on a blue background, covered with a longevity group flower horse coat, wearing a red bead top black satin melon skin hat, and stepping on double beam foundation black straight tribute shoes, full of red light, surrounded by a group of people, completely an old lady's style.