"Who are you?" Professor Laue asked-{Chinese novel}

"I am a big admirer of you." Lin Xuan said.

Professor Loue lived in a time when technology was not developed, and all reasoning, composition, and calculations had to be done by hand, so when deriving any result, a lot of manual calculations had to be done. Under such difficult conditions, he was able to put forward such advanced knowledge as "the art of Qiankun", and his imagination, execution, perseverance, and tenacity were all very worthy of learning.

Professor Laue sneered: "In Berlin, I don't see a single person who is 'obsessed' with science and science, but all I see are executioners with civilian blood on their hands. I don't need admirers, I just need people who can discuss theories together. ”

This sentence reminded Lin Xuan, because he knew that he was in an illusion, and this illusion was formed by the appearance of the Japanese secret magician Owari Eiku.

Then, he clearly knew that the qiē he saw in front of him was all created by Owari Eikuchi with secret techniques, and its purpose was to 'hole' the secrets of his heart. In this case, Lin Xuan had to stay awake, but also pretend to be muddy on the surface and have no thoughts of his own.

"Why come to Berlin? Professor Laue's greatest contribution to human science is the 'art of the universe', is Owari interested in this? Lin Xuan's mind turned, and he immediately thought that the "Qiankun Technique" was a special communication method between Mr. Wei and Mr. Yuan, and once another master joined, Wei and Yuan would immediately suffer from it.

He had to admire Owari Eikuchi for thinking carefully enough, and he was afraid that it would be too abrupt to directly create an illusion related to Laoe, so he played a clip related to Don Na before, which made Lin Xuan distracted and more likely to fall into the trap. A true occult is like a very good storyteller, always drawing the audience into his own pace in a step-by-step process.

"Professor, the Führer is very interested in your theory, please come with us." Eva said.

"Who are you? I don't associate with the Nazis, I just do what I want to do scientifically. Laue got up and walked out.

Several men in black walked in quickly, and at the signal of Eva, they hugged Laue out of the 'door'.

Lin Xuan didn't know what role he had played in this 'chaos' and 'chaos' operation, and when Eva walked towards him again, his mood had become a little depressed.

"Thank you." Eva said.

"Thank me for what? I didn't do anything. Lin Xuan smiled bitterly.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to come over and say 'thank you' sincerely. You have done many things unintentionally before, and you have been kind to me. So I thank you very much and I can't wait for the opportunity to repay you. Eva said.

Lin Xuan's mind was a little 'chaotic' and 'chaotic', like a ball of paper thrown into a drifting bottle, not knowing which side the situation would develop. [S. just love to read]

"You're welcome." Lin Xuan replied.

"Goodbye." Eva hurried out.

Lin Xuan followed, but was stopped by a group of black-clothed men at the 'door'.

He watched as Eva got into an old-fashioned black 'colored' car, and then the car drove away.

"Professor Laue, the art of Qiankun, and the last qiē of Eva all come down to the Nazi Führer, so how could this technology end up in the hands of the Führer, and how could it appear in the hands of Mr. Wei and Mr. Yuan?" Lin Xuan immediately discovered the crux of the problem.

Owari Eikushi pushes back from the present to the past, and his intentions are quite sinister, which is equivalent to writing the history of human development in reverse.

"Enough! Why am I here? Do people with superpowers have to be tormented by demons? In the endless illusion, Lin Xuan never forgot that it was "self".

People live in this world, "self" is the root, without this, people will live in a state of confusion and confusion.

The illusion that Lin Xuan is experiencing now has a huge span of time and space, and if he can't firmly guard his "self", he will be doubly 'lost' and lost in the chaos of time and space.

When he woke up, he was still in the small clinic in Tibet, but there were three more strangers in the room at the moment.

"You're awake." Across the three people, Mr. Wei greeted with a smile.

"Yes, I'm awake." Lin Xuan slowly stretched.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come, he is almost satisfied that he has his own hobbies almost the moment he opens his eyes.

"'Spring' sleeps unconsciously, and birds are heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, the 'flowers' fall to know how much. Owari Rongku, who was the first to use the "Soul Separation Technique" to deal with Lin Xuan, said with a smile.

"Good poetry, good poetry." Mr. Wei exclaimed, "Mr. Owari's understanding of ancient Chinese poetry and poetry is quite profound, and it is so good that he can easily come to the scene with the feelings!" ”

Japanese culture originated from China, so looking at the world, only the Yamato people can be the authentic inheritors of Chinese culture, as for other South Korea, Malaysia, Singapore, etc., they can only be trivial and insignificant.

Such a poem is indeed in line with Mr. Lin Xuan's mood at the moment, hahahaha...... When I woke up, the 'spring' sleepiness had not disappeared, but the shape of the world had completely changed. Owari laughed.

The Japanese have always been reserved and restrained, and they are reluctant to be overly ostentatious, and since he said this, he must have thought that he had completely controlled the situation, and he had nothing to fear, and he was sure to win.

The small clinic was filled with a bloody smell, destroying the originally stable and peaceful scent of herbs.

Lin Xuan looked at Mr. Wei's feet, and three lines of blood flowed out from the soles of his feet, flowing in three directions, bending and flowing on the ground, like three ugly little snakes swimming in a meandering way.

"There's another poem I prefer about sleeping." Mr. Wei said, "During the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei and Liu Xuande visited the thatched house three times and invited Zhuge Wolong, the world's first strategist, to come out of the mountain. Where three goes, you can see, the 'waiter' stands outside the grass hall, waiting for Zhuge Wolong's 'spring' to sleep. I remember that when Zhuge Wolong woke up, he was half-asleep and half-awake, and first 'chanted' a poem. I can't remember the full text clearly, I only remember that there are two sentences: 'Who has a big dream, I know it in the grass hall', which really speaks to my mind. Mr. Wei smiled faintly and looked at Lin Xuan.

That gaze was full of trust and expectation, which made Lin Xuan's heart warm.

"Two against four, the number of people is at a disadvantage; My serious injuries have not yet healed, and Mr. Wei has been injured again, and his shape is also very unfavorable; If the enemy leads but does not attack, there must be support outside the 'door', and the overall situation is suppressed. This battle is full of difficulties, and it is almost impossible to turn the tables. Lin Xuan had to think so.

"Your Excellency used Liu Xuande's allusion to the thatched cottage as a metaphor for the current situation, then, you must have compared yourself to Liu Xuande, one of the monarchs of the Three Kingdoms, and compared Mr. Lin Xuan to Zhuge Wolong, the first strategist in the world at that time? Hahahaha, in my opinion, in terms of the ability to strategize, attack, fight, and defend, who can compare to the 'fine' color of the battle of the daimyo in the Japanese shogunate era? At that time, on Fuso Island in my eastern Ying, it was really 'the world lost its deer, and the heroes chased it together', and every battle that left a prestige in history was a classic. It was precisely because of the experience of the Shogunate War that after 1900, the ships and cannons of our Imperial Japan were able to cross the sea and land on the plate of the great Asian powers. Owari laughed endlessly, and seemed to be deeply proud of the history of aggression against China.

"Yes, the world loses its deer, and the heroes chase it together." Mr. Wei repeated, "You know what? In ancient mythology, the world was divided into Kyushu, and Kyushu was all the world of Chinese descent. Later, we really lost our deer, but as long as the end of the world has not come, the Chinese will find their deer. The world is still the world of Chinese Americans, and your so-called Great Japanese Powers, Toei, Fuso Island, the Battle of the Shogunate, and the Sengoku Daimyo are all small pastures for Chinese people to graze elk. ”

"You guys? You don't have the ability to do so, and the only ones who are likely to share the cake of the world in the future are us and the United States. Owari's smile became 'yin' and cold.

"Whether you have the ability or not, it's not up to any one person to decide. Just like now, your emperor is deep in the palace, how do you know that you are doing your own thing outside under his banner? Mr. Owari, do you think you can divide the world with the strength of one or two people, one or two military blocs? Wrong, what the Kwantung Army, which had the strongest combat effectiveness under the command of the Japanese emperor in the past, did not do it, and you can't do it today......" Mr. Wei's face sank, and he sneered at each other.

When Mr. Wei and Owari Rongku's "tongue war", Lin Xuan only did one thing, that is, through the 'bed' sheet, mattress, and wooden 'bed', he accurately found a pistol hidden in the interlayer of the 'bed' board.

Originally, he had hidden a short-handled hidden knife in that position, with a blade of only seven inches, which was exactly the length to squeeze an enemy to the heart.

When he used his sixth sense to look for the Tibetan knife, he accidentally found a large-caliber military pistol next to the hidden knife.

"Great, the safety bolt has been opened, and even the muzzle of the gun is pointed at the three people besieging Mr. Wei, as long as it touches it, it can pull the trigger and fire a 'shot' within a tenth of a second, at least the two can be eliminated instantly. At that point, two-on-two, we will hopefully turn the tables. Immediately, the flames of battle ignited in Lin Xuan's heart.

At the same time, he could predict that once the war began, this small clinic would be in ruins, and there would be no more zài.

"It seems that my trip to Tibet will soon come to an end." Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"You listen, in the 1945 war, the Chinese allowed the Japanese invading army to lay down their arms and withdraw from Chinese territory, that was to abide by the regulations of the international war convention on 'treating prisoners of war well', which does not mean that the good Chinese people have forgiven the atrocities of the invading army, and the two sides have reached an understanding. In the more than 40 years of war, there have been countless casualties among Chinese and civilian people, and that is a major matter for which the state, the government, and the army are responsible, and I can't control it. However, as a Jianghu person, I must seek justice for those Jianghu people who died in the anti-Japanese war. People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, if they want to solve those problems, the only way is to kill and stop killing" When Mr. Wei said that, there were sounds outside the strings, all of which were spoken to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan heard Mr. Wei's subtext, and all the words converged into one sentence, that is: "Kill, no, forgive!" ”

Mr. Wei has clearly pointed out that the way for Jianghu people to solve national and family hatred is to "kill all enemies and avenge the victims!" ”

The two countries are fighting, catching and fighting. The army fights with the army, the civilians fight with the civilians, and the Jianghu people must fight against the Jianghu people.

As early as the era when Japanese devils were rampant in China, the characters of Chinese mainland have long set an example for modern people, and the former Tianjin 'gate' hero Huo Yuanjia and Guangdong hero Ip Man are among the best. The higher the martial arts they have, the more they should bear the huge responsibility of the blue sky falling.

In any era, "killing all the invaders and defending the homeland" is always the right choice. If a shepherd is kind to the jackal, it is a foolish act to ruin the flock.

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