"According to you, are you Chinese really so selfless? Do you really not ask for anything in return, but are only willing to pay? There can be no such person in the world, I guess, the original idea of the Tang Dynasty monks was just to sell their reputation, and then they successfully crossed the sea by luck, became famous on my Fusang Island, built temples and statues, and became famous for thousands of years. I have been in China for five years, and I have never seen a truly selfless person, all of you Chinese are fake benevolence and false righteousness, fake public welfare and selfishness, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but behind the scenes, there are men and women who are engaged in prostitution, enriching their own pockets......" Another person raised his hand to refute.

"The people of the Central Plains are a mirror, what you are, what you see in the mirror is what kind of person. History is there, you can read it at any time, as long as you are not blind and your heart is not dark, you will definitely be able to find the right answer to your doubts. In order to obtain political and economic secrets in the Central Plains, your country's secret services have drilled up and down to corrupt our government officials with money and beauty, and in turn they want to ridicule those who have gone into the water as shameless villains.

The man was speechless, and bowed his head in a daze.

"Okay, let me ask you, since you said that Japan's advanced civilization came from China, why is it that today, the Chinese army has fled under the attack of our Kwantung Army? According to what you said, shouldn't the army of your great power be a mighty army and indestructible? Then how can it be like a rat crossing the street, before we shouted to fight, the Kuomintang had already retreated across the Shanhai Pass and fled to the south of the Yangtze River? Hahahaha, you give me an explanation, explain well, hahahaha...... Another person shouted a question, and felt justified, and at the end could not help but laugh proudly.

It is a fact that the Kuomintang was unable to form an army on the land of the Central Plains, which can be seen from the process of the fall of Jinan. I am from Jinan and Chinese, and I am also indignant about this issue.

It is difficult to respond appropriately to this question.

I was silent for a moment, and the Japanese thaumaturgists on all sides thought they were in the ascendancy and laughed after the man.

"Good. "I raised my hand and applauded softly twice," the old man said brilliantly, directly telling the truth about the battlefield in the Central Plains. Then let me ask you, as far as you know, how many parts of the Chinese army are divided? Where is the jurisdiction of each part, and to whom does the command belong? I know that the Japanese army is under the command of the emperor, and the emperor's orders are above all else. This is the benefit of the imperial system, the whole country is under the leadership of the emperor, and the courtiers and the people are absolutely loyal to the emperor. I want to say that if the Sino-Japanese War had happened one or two hundred years ago, the outcome of the battle would never have been like this, and under the orders of my Qing Emperor, it is very likely that as many of your soldiers landed in the Central Plains, as many headless corpses were thrown into the sea. What I mean by this is that your 'victory' today is nothing more than a victory against a certain regime or a certain army in China, and we must not regard it as a victory over the entire Chinese army. In that case, you will end up blowing the cowhide and being treated as ignorant fools by the international community. As a thaumaturgist, you don't understand politics and military affairs, you can't be ridiculous, everyone's laughter can be stopped, you can stop. ”

The Central Plains was incomparably vast, and the Japanese invaders marched south along the lines of Korea, the Yalu River, the three eastern provinces, Beiping, and Jinan, and went straight to Shanghai and Guangzhou, aiming only at the rich coastal cities in an attempt to occupy the economic commanding heights of the Central Plains. If we look at the territory of the Central Plains, we will find that it occupies less than one-fifth of the territory of the great powers. What's more, the chaos of the warlord melee in the country has just ended, and the Japanese invaders attacked a certain warlord faction with a large number of troops, and their victory is not worth boasting about.

For example, at present, the Japanese invaders occupy Jinan, but they are unable to place their strongholds in Changqing, Zhangqiu, and Nanshan, and even if they reluctantly set up artillery towers and sentry posts, they will eventually be wiped out by the local militias. For the sake of safety, the Japanese invaders only entrenched themselves in the city and concentrated their forces to protect themselves, and there was no talk of "conquering" Jinan at all.

As the Japanese thaumaturgist just said, his vision was too narrow, and he regarded the gains and losses of one city and one place as the success or failure of one country and one continent, and he was complacent, thinking that after the Axis powers divided the world into three parts, the Japanese invaders had already won one of them. If you see it shallowly, you can't refute him.

"Whoever holds power has the right to speak, and whoever is the master of the city. You said it beautifully, but today you can't get out of these two gates, and what you say can only be heard by us, and it will disappear in the blink of an eye. Scholars talk in vain, but to no avail, only when Jin Ge is seen on the iron horse battle array, can he be a great general who governs the country and the country!" One of the 10 people who occupied the "one" table raised his arms high, spoke aggressively, and became menacing.

"I can't get out of that gate?" I smiled, "I want to get out, but I'm afraid no one can stop me." ”

"Then you can try—" The man bared his teeth, and immediately became hideous. However, before his words fell, Zhang Quanzhong had turned into a wisp of light smoke, pounced from the "nine" table to the "one" table, wiped the snow blade on the man's throat, and then fluttered back, standing proudly at my feet.

Obviously, it was the person who couldn't get out of the gate of the Iron Gong Temple, not me.

"Who is Your Excellency, and is it worth Zhang Shen's protection for you?" asked aloud this time the Jinan thaumaturgist who occupied the "eight" table.

I nodded and replied, "I just said, my surname is Xia, and my name is Tianshi." ”

The name "Summer Stone" is rarely known even in Jinan in 2016, let alone in the here and now.

"I heard you say that it makes a lot of sense, but how can today's dead end be dismantled? How can the real guns and cannons outside be hidden?" he asked again.

The hundred sword axes under the command of Jingguan Xiaowu are the key force to break through the outer encirclement, but that is a later story, what I want to solve in front of me is the super master on the beam.

"Don't be impatient, the buttons have to be untied one by one. I replied in a low voice.

"Well, I'll wait and see. He replied loudly.

I don't have the ability to kill the Enemy of the Ten, it's beyond my control. If you face the battle head-on, it is equivalent to roasting yourself on the fire.

"Please come down and talk, I've got the best table for you. "I put my back on my back, first with my hands, then with a voice.

He leaned against a slanted log, his hands in his trouser pockets, as if determined to stay out of the matter.

"Come on, it's quiet here. He said.

Everyone looked at me and couldn't let me back down.

"Good. I nodded.

The pungent smell of blood spread throughout the ancestral hall, and everyone was still quiet, but sparks had begun to burst out in everyone's eyes. The battle is on the verge of breaking out, and the situation is about to spiral out of control.

The wooden beams are about four meters high, and the table height is one meter. I just had to lean lightly to hook the wooden beam and roll over. However, going up in such a prosaic way was not enough to deter this group of Japanese.

"Chang Dapeng is always a senior, right?" I bowed my hand to the man at the eight-figure table.

"Well, exactly. He nodded vigorously.

I remember that his name once appeared in the "Licheng County Chronicle". The ancestor of the Chang family is one of the largest families in Licheng County, and its family history can be traced back to the founding father of the Ming Dynasty. Money and fame are trivial, and the Chang family is also good at the ancestral stunt called "Tiyun Chasing Cicada Steps", which is a kind of brilliant thaumaturgy that people will remember for a lifetime after watching it.

"Senior Chang, can you borrow the power of your mansion's 'Tiyun Chasing Cicada Steps'?" I asked.

He calls himself "Chang Dapeng", and the Chang family is full of talents, and there is no one who is weak. Today, Zhang Quanzhong can specially invite him to come, which shows that his seniority in the family is not low.

"Brother Xia, you are young, and you also know 'Tiyun Catches Cicada Steps'?" he raised his eyebrows, first look at me, and then look at Zhang Quanzhong.

This person took advantage of his skills, thinking that Zhang Quanzhong had leaked his own details, so he had such a subconscious action.

I stopped being verbose and pointed to the wooden beam: "Senior Chang, just borrow me nine steps." ”

Since ancient times, the Chinese have regarded modesty as a virtue, and people with a little cultivation and status are unwilling to show off their skills in public. Right now, for the sake of the face of the Central Plains thaumaturgist, I have to ask Chang Dapeng to make a move.

Zhang Quanzhong shouted: "Old Chang, show your hand to the devil!"

Chang Dapeng groaned slightly, jumped onto the table, and took out a cyan ancient incense from his arms. The ancient incense is only half a foot long, and the incense head is charred black, which should have been lit a long time ago.

He held the ancient incense in his right hand, and slowly brushed the incense head with his left hand. There was a snort, and although he was not seen to make fire with a sickle, matches, or the like, the incense was already lit.

China is an ancient country for making incense, and is known as the "Four Great Incense Capitals" along with the world-renowned India, Thailand and Sri Lanka.

I usually smell the scent of incense and candles, but the fragrance of this ancient incense is very strange to me.

"That ancient fragrance has a voice—" I realized this, and I couldn't help but be surprised.

When it is ignited, it not only has fire, fragrance, and smoke, but also brings the sound of summer cicadas.

There are no cicadas in the ancestral hall, and there should be no cicada chirping.

In a trance, I seemed to walk through the dense forest on the shore of Daming Lake, and the cicadas chirped louder and denser, gradually converging into a surging chorus.

"Go ahead. Chang Dapeng's lips twitched and he spit out two words.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a breath burst out from his lips and tongue, blowing straight onto the green smoke coming from the ancient incense.

The green smoke burst through the air and reached my feet, turning into a staircase two feet wide and one foot high.

Without hesitation, I stepped on it.

Chang Dapeng took a deep breath, and a clear "hiss" sounded from his mouth, which resounded through the corners of the ancestral hall. As he inhaled, except for the "steps" under my feet, the remaining green smoke that had just come out of Gu Xiang was inhaled into his belly.

"Duh-" he shouted loudly, and the green smoke in his stomach exhaled together, and eight "steps" were built in front of me, leading to the wooden beams.

I kept on my feet and went straight to the beam.

Although these stairs are made of green smoke, they feel solid when you step on, no different from masonry stairs and wooden stairs.

"Good, good. The man leaning on the wooden beam was the first to applaud.

I looked down, and the cyan "steps" slowly faded and eventually disappeared without a trace.

"Wow-" Regardless of whether they are Chinese or Japanese, all the thummers in the ancestral hall applauded together.

"Carving insect skills, offering ugliness, offering ugliness. Chang Dapeng put away the ancient incense and thanked him in all directions.

In fact, in the world of thaumaturgy, there is no distinction between Chinese and Japanese nationalities, only the difference between "high and low skills". If these Japanese thaumaturgists had not been ordered by the imperial family and the military department, but had come to the Central Plains in their private capacities, then the thaumaturgists of the two countries would still be able to exchange and learn from each other with an extremely friendly attitude as they did in the Tang Dynasty.

The war changed everything, labeling all thaumaturgists as "middle, Japanese, good, and evil", and it doomed everyone's life and death.

"No more gossip. The man said.

The smile on his face was a little lonely, probably because he saw Chang Dapeng show his hand of "Tiyun chasing cicada steps".

"yes, this is not the time for gossip. Let's put it bluntly, is it okay to let the thaumaturgist of Jinan have a way out?"

He laughed: "When I died, who interceded for me? Now, if you want me to let them live, I can't answer, after all, I am responsible for the 40,000 soldiers of the Kwantung Army who crossed the Yellow River." The emperor has a decree, and wherever the Kwantung Army passes, there is not a single grass left, and no life is spared. If you're me, you can tell who is more important, right?"

Of course, I understand that this is a dead end, and a large number of people must fall before it can be stopped.

"So, can't we talk?" I asked again.

He glanced down, "They're all dead, we can still talk." As long as you want to talk, there is no business in the world that cannot be negotiated. ”

There was silence below, and everyone was facing upwards on their backs, as if they were frozen in motion, staring at me and the man's every move.

"Don't force me to kill you. "My heart gradually sank, and I was led to a dead end by the other party.

"Can you kill me?" he smiled again, his tone mocking.

I sighed and leaned against the beam, as he did.