Time flies by in a hurry.

A few days later, the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Early morning.

In Yang's small village, the Spring Festival couplets are hung door-to-door, and occasional firecrackers are firecracked, and several tiger-headed children wear round cotton jackets, running around, playing hide and seek.

"Let's go and play chess with Senior Brother Zhang." The disciples also got up early, but because today was the Chinese New Year's Eve, they had a day off, and they didn't have to find their own masters to practice boxing, and there were no rules.

Except for a few people who are still consciously pushing the boxing frame, most of them are chatting in their respective courtyards, or playing cards at the door, which is very lively, and everywhere they are shouting out a thousand or making noise.

Similarly, on the side of the main hall compound, there is also a non-stop sound of ironing with the sound of '呲呲'.

The old boxers got up early in the morning, and they all burned their practice clothes, and then wiped Moses on their hair, combed their backs, and gave them all to the groom, shining brightly, and looking at it, they looked like they were more than ten years younger.

"Hey! The masters are quite foreign! ”

At the gate of the compound, Yang Long, who had drunk a bowl of broth early in the morning, smiled when he saw this scene. However, he also followed behind Zhao Zhou, and his words were also whispered, not being heard by the old boxers who were beaming and felt good about themselves.

And for the New Year, Zhao Zhou also had a smile on his face, so he didn't hear it. When I saw all the boxers in the courtyard coming, they greeted each other, set up a table, and played cards all morning.

As soon as he had lunch at noon, he took them and walked towards the entrance of the village, ready to pick up all the guests who came to visit this afternoon.

This is also because in addition to having friends from Shaolin Temple as guests tonight, Zhao Zhou also ordered his disciples to send a lot of invitations, inviting all sects and factions from all over the country to gather here and have a 'Chinese New Year's Eve tea party'.

Listen to the drama and have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

is also a real chat and listening to the play, Zhao Zhou let the disciples make it clear, when he entered the main hall village, he could play cards, he could fight, and he couldn't care about farting and bragging, but when the tea party was held in the evening, he couldn't fight again.

On the fifteenth day of the first month and the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, classmates, colleagues, or comrades-in-arms can get together to have a lively picture, and they don't have to go home to listen to the crackling of firecrackers.

Zhao Zhou also took this opportunity to gather all the boxers and ask them how many move catalogs they wanted, and they must be able to get them. After all, some boxing moves are not the secret of the experience, and the method of killing heavy hands is not passed on.

"The abbot said they would be there in ten minutes."

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, when Zhao Zhou and the others arrived at the entrance of the village, Yang Long also hung up a phone and dialed the mobile phone of the head of another sect, like a messenger, contacting the guests of today's 'tea party'.

And with how long his words have just fallen.

In less than five minutes, a business car came down from the highway, accompanied by the sound of 'Didi', and stopped at the door of the carport outside the village.

Bang Bang –

The door opened, and the abbot stepped out of the car with Master Yongse and four disciples with shiny heads and waxed eyes, each with some gifts and a few costumes.

"Master Zhao, I brought four disciples." With happy words, the abbot stood at the carport a hundred and ten meters away and began to introduce the disciples behind him, "They have participated in opera competitions, and they have a good foundation." I rehearsed for a few more days, and I wanted to put together a show in the evening and show my hand in front of the old-timers of various sects. ”

"Good. is worried that there is no program, but the abbot has added color. Zhao Zhou smiled and greeted the boxers, and gave each other a chill, asking the old boxer to take them to arrange first, and then asked a disciple to park the car.

With the abbot coming, the various sects and sects did not have a long time to arrive, and they also drove here with a few disciples. The reason is similar, either to let the disciples perform a show on stage at night, or to show their cooking skills.

To put it bluntly, they want the juniors they have cultivated to see the world, recognize Zhao Zhou, and leave an impression in the minds of other veteran boxers. The disciples then chatted with each other and drank wine.

In the future, there will be contradictions and fights in the province, because they do not know each other, and they do not know the severity of their actions.

"Master Wu. Come on, come on, what gifts to bring. ”

It was also when Zhao Zhou was busy entertaining all the visitors.

It was nearly five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was about to get dark, and many people from the national security and military sides also came. Among them, Liu Mubai and Wu Yunlong, the two Danjin big boxers, dealt with their own affairs, and also brought their juniors over, using the same reason.

"This is not a New Year's greeting to my uncle. Also, I have to tell you something. ”

Wu Yunlong's words were full of anger, and he walked from the carport as he spoke, pointing to a disciple who was following him who hurriedly greeted Zhao Zhou, "This disciple of mine has made a good Sichuan dish." Usually he cooks my meals, and it tastes good to himself. ”

When the words fell, Wu Yunlong chirped, looking quite evocative, as if this disciple of his was really comparable to the skills of a celebrity chef.

It's just that Zhao Zhou took a general look at the disciple who greeted him, and saw that the knuckles of his fists were wide and bulging, all of them were calluses, and the hard qigong had more than ten years of fire, and it was said that it was a good hand in cooking, but it was better to say that it was a good hand at killing!

"You have practiced kung fu well, and you will show your skills to the masters in a while." Zhao Zhou also patted this disciple on the shoulder like an elder, making this disciple flattered, and hurriedly gave up his hand, and said, 'Master carries love'.

And with a burst of politeness, wait until Wu Yunlong and others are also arranged to enter the hospital.

Yang Long walked out of the village, came to the entrance of the village, and said to Zhao Zhou, who had been standing outside the village all afternoon, and the boxers: "Master, three hundred and seventy-three guests have come today, and all the teachers on the invitation list have come, should we set up a table in the courtyard and let the back kitchen prepare the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner?"

The boxers who came early in the afternoon were all 'chatting with each other' when they entered the compound, and the opera stage was not set up for the first time, for fear of being demolished by the boxers.

It's almost six o'clock now, and the tea party is about to begin, and now we will set up a table stand, and we will be ready before eight o'clock in the evening.

"Well, you take Zhao Jun to build the platform."

Zhao Zhou talked with the old boxers and gave orders to Yang Long.

And Zhao Jun has been in the Yang family for five years, except for the death and life at the beginning, crying and hanging. Now he is also a very honest person, exercising hard every day, polishing his strength, and his strength is also quickly practiced, he is really integrated into the martial arts career, and unconsciously likes the national arts, but he doesn't want to leave here, gives up the identity of the second son of the provincial capital, and wants to become a boxer.

It's a change.

"Without Zhao Jun's interference. Wang Chao now lives a carefree life, and according to the original trajectory, he has become a lot of boxing masters, and he stepped into Huajin in three years, and went abroad to hone while looking for Tang Zichen. I also heard that a foreign boxer of the Yang family said that Wang Chao had been a guest with him a few months ago and had already hugged Dan. ”

Zhao Zhou thought about it, and also felt that Wang Chao would fight abroad in actual combat, and in a few years, he would basically step into the point where he would not be bad.

While he was thinking, the sky was getting darker and darker, and suddenly there was a horn sound of 'Didi' on the road in the distance.

"And the guests?" Zhao Zhou looked up, thinking that it was a loose cultivator who heard the news, and he came to join in the fun, and there were a lot of them today.

Similarly, Zhao Zhou and a few old boxers have not returned to the hospital, and they are waiting for these boxers who received the news later.

It's just that as the vehicle got closer and closer, Zhao Zhou saw that it was a vehicle without a license plate parked on the side of the parking shed, and out of the door came a middle-aged man who was energetic, as well as two strong men with straight waists and a military atmosphere.

"Baalemin."

When he saw this middle-aged man, he checked his memory, because he had seen Baaliming's photo in the national security archives for half a year when he had been in the capital, and he recognized that this middle-aged man was Baalimin who had been in prison for more than 30 years!

"Oh? Master Zhao knows me? Ba Liming's voice was booming, just like Zhang Fei that Zhao Zhou had seen in the Three Kingdoms, and he could scare people to death with a single voice.

"I heard about it. Now it's time for realization. When Zhao Zhou saw Baaliming coming, he didn't ask him how he got out of prison, but bowed his hand and invited, "Go in and sit?"

"It's not necessary, I can come here today thanks to the operation of Master Wu. It's a fulfillment, let me see the first master's wish. Ba Liming also hugged his fist and saluted, and then shook his fist at Zhao Zhou and said, "There is not enough time, so I don't have much to say." Master Zhao, please advise! ”

Baaliming's purpose for coming here is very simple, that is, he heard the name of Zhao Zhou, and learned that Zhao Zhou invited all the boxers to be guests today, so he wanted to come over and help, and he had no other meaning.

"Please." Seeing this, Zhao Zhou didn't ask too much and didn't refuse. Like a tiger going down the mountain, taking two steps, the distance of 100 meters is instantaneous, there is no move to put together, and the arm is smashed!

'Whew' a gust of wind exploded!

Baaling Ming saw that Zhao Zhou's blow seemed to open the mountain, he immediately shook his body, stepped forward, his feet seemed to be rooted, into a lunge, his left hand opened a bow like a block, sideways and his right hand struck, a square fist fight, just to fight with Zhao Zhou.

Bang Bang –

The two of them touched their arms, and there was a sound like leather clashing, and steel hitting the ground.

Zhao Zhou didn't have any more back-ups, his body suddenly became shorter, and he returned to his original place with two clicks.

"Good! Well deserved the name! Baalemin shook his hand, laughed out loud, and did not pursue further.

"Go in and take a seat?" Zhao Zhou asked, and also invited the two prison guards on the other side of the carport. With his identity, it is not a problem to let Baalimin stay outside for one night, and he is not afraid that he will escape from prison and run away.

Who knew that Ba Liming shook his head and walked towards the carport again, "Don't embarrass these two brothers, Master Wu also has a lot of relationships, so I can fulfill my wish to fight." Who knew that Master Zhao had already stepped into the god and was not bad, and his strength was condensed into a strand, far surpassing me. This comparison doesn't need to be compared, if you don't make a dead hand, the outcome is unknown. This is the New Year, let's just eat well and don't make trouble for Master Zhao. ”

Baalemin's laughter carried a kind of heroism, and he finished. The prison guard next to him also opened the car door, let Ba Ming get into the car, put on the handcuffs and shackles the thickness of a ping-pong ball, and went back to the prison with a few car sounds.

"This Master Baalemin is quite free and easy, and he regards the prison as his home." When Zhao Zhou saw this scene, he thought it was quite interesting, and he didn't have any curiosity about what he said.

Because in terms of strength alone, Zhao Zhou is indeed not much different from seeing that God is not bad, it is all twenty tons of strength, and the difference is also a few tons.

Of course, Zhao Zhou is only strong now, and he has not yet fully mellowed.

But.

As he was thinking, he saw Baalimin's car disappear into the distance of the field road, and heard the sound of 'Didi', and saw a car coming to the outside of the village, wanting to slow down and drive straight away, but was stopped by the disciples at the carport.

"Hello." The disciple who blocked the road thought it was a boxer who didn't know the rules of the Yang family, and then stood on the side of the car, hugged his fists and saluted, wanting to explain.

However, before the disciple could finish speaking, several Dongying people in samurai robes stepped out of the car, holding a document in their hands.

"Mr. Zhao." One of the middle-aged samurai leaders ignored the disciple next to him and looked directly at Zhao Zhou, "My name is Takeda Kakuei, I am well aware of your culture, and I came here uninvited, and I want to attend your party." ”

"Dongying people?" When the disciples heard that it was from Dongying, they frowned, but they didn't say anything unkind, but they also faintly blocked the way of the car, and looked at Zhao Zhou at the entrance of the village, wanting to listen to their master's arrangement.

"It's a guest from afar." Zhao Zhou's expression did not move, although he didn't know what these people were doing here, but he also let the left and right disciples let him go, after all, refusing to leave the door always lost etiquette.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao." Takeda Kakuei nodded, glanced at Zhao Zhou again, and asked a few companions beside him to follow, and walked towards the village under the guidance of the Yang disciples.

And Zhao Zhou didn't care about them, and waited for a while, and when it was nearly eight o'clock, he returned to the compound with a few old boxers, preparing for the tea party, and then asking the boxers how many moves they wanted to make to fill their inventory.

Similarly, in the courtyard at this time, benches, tables and chairs have been set up, and the big platform has been erected, with red lanterns and lanterns. Whether it was the guests or the disciples, they all sat down and talked in low voices, waiting for the show to start, and waiting for the main master Zhao Zhou to arrive.

"Everyone, wait a minute."

Zhao Zhou walked into the courtyard, and when he saw this scene, he also smiled kindly with the boxers.

"Master Zhao!" Seeing Zhao Zhou coming, everyone also greeted with a smile and got up to salute, and the atmosphere was very lively all of a sudden.

"Master Zhou, Master Feng." Zhao Zhou walked all the way, returned the salute, and sat at the main table. The people at the same table are basically masters of chemical strength, and Wu Yunlong and Liu Mubai, the two Danjin big boxers, are also sitting in this column.

I waited until three or two minutes, just after eight o'clock.

"Everyone, please!" Zhao Zhou also waved his hand and toasted. The sound of opera also sounded on the stage, and the disciples of each sect staged their own programs one by one in order.

It's just that there are a lot of disciples of all sects, in addition to singing and singing, there are also magic tricks, sketches, and the whole is the same as the New Year's Eve Gala.

"Good!"

When the sketch cross talk talks about laughter, or the opera is good, the crowd also applauds loudly and applauds.

"That's my disciple, a gossip game with one hand!" Or an old boxer in Baguazhang, who saw his disciples performing martial arts on the stage, and bragged about it with his old friends at the same table for a long time.

provoked the disciples who did not sign up for the show, heard the praise of the seniors, or saw the 'encouragement' of their master, or wanted to show their faces in front of the seniors, and then signed up one by one, and asked Yang Long to help them arrange it.

"Come, masters." Zhao Zhou's table was also very lively, toasting each other, and occasionally commenting on a disciple with a few big boxers, so that the performance disciples who learned the news were happy for a long time. After getting off the stage, I came over to toast, wanting to have a drink with the old-timers.

"Let one let, borrow..."The backyard has also been busy cooking, all kinds of dishes, all kinds of tastes, one by one by the disciples.

Especially everyone is practicing martial arts, eating a lot, plus watching the show, and walking back and forth from time to time, toasting to Zhao Zhou's table.

Until nearly twelve o'clock in the evening, the food on everyone's table did not stop, and the plate was cold and went back to heat, and after eating one plate after another.

"It's twelve o'clock soon, you ask Yang Long to take a few disciples who have just sung and are good, to get firecrackers." Zhao Zhou was comfortable drinking today, and with a slight drunkenness, he asked Wu Yunlong to put down his chopsticks and go to run errands.

Wu Yunlong didn't say a word, he took two steps in a row, but he didn't go to the main entrance, but avoided the lantern hanging on the wall, and suddenly turned over the courtyard wall.

"Good!" I don't know which boxer drank high, and regarded Wu Yunlong as a disciple of the show, and clapped his hands twice.

And it was also at this time when the Chinese New Year was approaching, and the boxers were slightly drunk and bragged to each other, and the atmosphere was lively.

Approaching the most marginal position, the middle-aged man who was the leader of the original Dongying people, that is, Takeda Kakuei, suddenly stood up, the qi and blood in his body were tumbling, and shouted at Zhao Zhou from afar: "Mr. Zhao!"

A burst of shouts, like a lion's thunder roar, overwhelmed everyone's conversation, and the scene was quiet.

When Zhao Zhou heard this, he also looked over and saw that the drinks on Takeda Kakuei's table had not been touched at all, as if they had been closing their eyes and recuperating for the past four hours.

"Mr. Zhao!" Takeda Kakuei saw Zhao Zhou looking over, and he also took out a document from his companion, and looked at each other proudly: "This is according to your tradition, the life and death situation, do you dare to sign it and fight with me on that platform?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the stage in the center of the courtyard, not afraid of the disgusted eyes around him that were disturbed because of the atmosphere of Chinese New Year's Eve, and then cast disgusted, let alone attacked by all the boxers.

Because they all have a samurai spirit, they regard this kind of courage to go to the meeting with a single sword as a kind of faith, which is used to worship and pursue.

In the same way, all the boxers are angry, but they will not bully the less.

And when Zhao Zhou heard Takeda Kakuei's words, the previous conversation and laughter with Liu Mubai and the others faded, and before the boxers could say anything, they suddenly foraged like a cheetah, as if they had turned into demons.

'Whew' a wind sound, everyone only felt a black shadow flash, Zhao Zhou's body stood up, and instantly came to Takeda Kakuei's body, his left hand half grasped and split, 'click', after smashing the arm that Takeda Kakuei had just reacted to prepare, his backhand progressed, and there was a 'click' sound.

Kakuei Takeda couldn't react at all, and his chest collapsed completely as if it had been hit by the corner of a big truck, and blood splattered all over his companions behind him.

"It's just a Dongying person who holds Dan. Under the etiquette, I gave you face, toasted you with a glass of thin wine, I never thought about it.... You really think of yourself as a human being. Zhao Zhou carried his neck with one hand, and when he heard that his breath had not been cut off, he shook it violently, crushed his trachea, cut off all his vitality, and threw his body out of the courtyard with another throw.

At the same time, the sound of the corpses falling to the ground outside the courtyard had just sounded, Zhao Zhou took the pen and paper from the hands of his frightened companions, swept them slightly, signed the life and death forms, and returned to the main table, "Throw them outside the village." ”

"Yes!" A few disciples came back to their senses and dragged a few frightened Dongying people out as if they were dragging dead people.

"Why are you dead?" At this time, Wu Yunlong also just walked into the courtyard door with a smile, saw such a quiet scene, and listened to the boxer next to him, and suddenly woke up halfway from drinking, feeling that the dead of the New Year were unlucky, or a little unlucky.

But when he saw that there was a quiet and dull atmosphere in the courtyard, he still thought about it, and suddenly his mind flashed, and he suddenly provoked a word and said: "New Year, it's booming!"

"Yes, the New Year is going to be prosperous!" Someone understood, and also got up and shouted.

"What Master Wu said is reasonable!" There was also an old boxer who got up and hugged his fists around, pointing to the surrounding scenery and the puddle of blood in the corner and said: "This firecracker is fire, and blood is red." The eaves are hung with colors, and the stage is lit up! It is the thirtieth day of the lunar month, and it is in full swing, and the lights are colorful. This year、It's been a good year! ”

"yes, this year is worth it!" When the boxers heard such an image metaphor, they said goodbye in an instant, looked at Zhao Zhou, and toasted together.

"Hurry up, it's time to arrive, set off firecrackers!" The disciples saw that it was twelve o'clock in the evening, and when they saw Wu Yunlong's eyes and the firecrackers that were also lit, the sound of 'crackling' echoed in the courtyard for a while, which was very appropriate and prosperous.

And Zhao Zhou was also sipping a little wine, watching the opera that was performed again, listening to the congratulations from all directions, the sound of firecrackers, and by being slightly drunk, he closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly his mind was empty, leisurely.