"Fellow citizens! Compatriots in Hong Kong! Not far to the north of us, there is a feudal empire that is still surviving, and our compatriots are still living in misery......"

The next morning, in the bustling streets, a wave of marching shouts caused passers-by to look sideways.

Chen Zhuo held a handful of fried peanuts in his hand, and walked around leisurely, while throwing the crispy and slightly charred peanuts into his mouth, chewing and slowly grinding his lips and teeth, tasting every bite.

The streets were full of people, hawkers carrying their burdens, horsemen driving cars, rickshaws coming and going, men and women, young and old, and conspicuous patrolmen.

But the most conspicuous were the students who marched to collect donations.

Chen Zhuo looked at the young man who was in the lead, and looked a little familiar, it was Li Yutang and his son.

Don't look at the patrol police on the street, but there are few who do people's errands.

Especially the Indians among them, relying on the reason for patrolling the streets, did not take advantage of those hawkers, ate and took it casually, ran rampant and domineering, with a dog-like posture, shouting awkward English, and from time to time two Chinese words appeared, both of which were scolding.

"Something?"

Shen Chongyang saw that he rarely took the initiative to find it, and he didn't know where to get out, holding a duck pear in his hand, and took a bite, the juice overflowed.

With Chen Zhuo's care, although this life is much better, the problem of gambling has not changed.

Chen Zhuo chewed on peanuts and said casually: "Remind you, the Qing court will have a large number of killers coming these days, and those people have nowhere to go, they must go to the Kowloon Walled City...... This time it's no longer than before, and you're prepared. ”

Shen Chongyang's eyes changed, "Can't even settle those two things?" ”

Chen Zhuo said lightly: "Who knows, you have to try it, since you will make it, be careful these days, remember to run to me when you are a little troubled, so as not to die in vain." ”

After admonishing him, his tone was gentle, as if he was laughing, "Listen, I didn't treat you badly, it's your business to bet, but if you dare to spoil my big thing, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

Shen Chongyang nodded, with a solemn expression, "You and I are grasshoppers on a rope now, and I won't dig my own grave." ”

Seeing this, Chen Zhuo said no more.

He also doesn't plan to let people guard the entrance to the port, if the other party really has an old fossil, I'm afraid that the great sage's keen eyes will be able to see the clues, and let these people go, either to startle the snake or to kill themselves.

The street market is lively, and it is even more lively with those students who march.

Chen Zhuo took out a piece of Long Yang from his arms, put it on his mouth and blew it, and in the "buzz", Long Yang had already turned over his head and crossed the top of everyone's heads, and fell into the cloth bag of fundraising impartially, causing a crisp sound.

Heading north, he came to a long-established blacksmith shop.

The old master is over the age of six, but his body is still strong, and his beard is gray, but his roots are erect like steel needles and tiger whiskers, as if he has blown up his hair, and his burly upper body is naked, and the two apprentices keep holding the sledgehammer and sweating.

This person is also deeply hidden, with a pair of big hands delicately tight, which seems to be doing hard work. And holding the hammer as if there is nothing, and the palm of the tiger has no calluses, which is clearly an expert in kung fu.

It was the apprentice, whose hands were covered with hard black calluses, as if they had been coated with a layer of toner.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be a kung fu such as practicing iron sand palms.

He had asked vaguely before, but the other party didn't say anything, only said that he was avoiding trouble.

Seeing Chen Zhuo coming, the old master turned around and entered the house, and took out two scimitars with scabbards, as well as two pairs of knife bags, a total of forty flying knives.

This knife has been sealed for six years, and when he wanted to use it, he had lost its edge, and the weight had changed a little, so he turned around and found this shop to recast it.

Chen Zhuo checked it, quite satisfied, paid the money and turned back, along the way also bought a few Gu Yu's favorite pastries, as well as two yellow croaker, shrimp and crabs.

Although it is cheaper than the crab in Bujinmen, it is not expensive either.

Also on the same day, in the Golden Building, Zuo Zongsheng and Lin Heier set off to enter Hong Kong, and together with the two old men, they all secretly entered the provincial port.

In this battle, we must win a big battle to strengthen morale.

In the midst of intensive planning, time soon went for half a month.

But at noon that day, something strange happened.

Chen Zhuo was massaging people's muscles, and a shout rang out on the street in front of the door.

"Sell knives!"

"If those who know this knife don't take a penny, and those who don't know this knife don't sell it!"

The rough and deep voice sounded on the street, and immediately attracted many onlookers.

Chen Zhuo listened interestingly, but he was secretly vigilant in his heart, but now is a critical time, such a shouting of pretending to be a ghost may be a hidden murderous intention, and the person who comes is not good.

"Didn't you watch too much Journey to the West?"

He smiled playfully and looked around.

Under the stone steps at the door, a group of people surrounded a thin old man who didn't know what was muttering, but after a round around one by one, they all scolded and walked away.

Chen Zhuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked to the door and said to him: "What about the knife, take it out and show it to us!" ”

The old man had gray hair, a calm demeanor, wore a pair of cyan wide-crotch wide-legged bloomers, a pair of straw sandals on his feet, a gray short coat on his upper body, and a cigarette pouch and pot in his hand. ”

As he spoke, the old man had struck a match, and brought the flame close to the mouth of the smoke pot, and after a while smoke came out of his mouth and nose, and his words were in an authentic northern accent.

Zuo Zongsheng and Chen Zhuo glanced at each other, each concentrating, and Lin Hei'er and Gu Yu in the room were also secretly cheering up and sinking their breath.

Chen Zhuo took a closer look at the old man's dress.

This person's sleeves are tightly propped, his short clothes are tightly tightened, how can there be a place to hide a knife, as for the wide-legged bloomers, the cuff of the pants is tight, and the waist is tightly wrapped, which is definitely not suitable for putting a knife.

There is no gap at all.

Moreover, the hidden knife is only for the sake of the knife, and if the expert who uses the knife wants to collect the dark knife, he will never hide it below the waist.

Zuo Zongsheng's eyes were like cold lightning, he swept quickly, and was about to speak, but Chen Zhuo signaled not to be impatient.

Chen Zhuo's eyes lit up and he looked at the old man's waist.

"Since the Venerable Driver is coming for me, I will follow your wishes and solve your doubts."

The old man bared out a row of yellow teeth and smiled, "Okay, then you can talk about it carefully." ”

Chen Zhuo walked out of the medical hall, looked at the old man, his hands trembled lightly at his side, and said softly: "Ordinary people only know hard knives, but they don't know that there is a soft knife in this world. When I was rampant in the pass, I once heard an old knife master say that there is a soft knife called 'Burmese knife' in this world, which is not in the sheath, but only hidden in the dark...... Do you dare to untie your belt? ”

Not only that, Chen Zhuo was already paying attention to the other party's hands.

The fist eye joints are thick, and the back of the hand is tendoned, so he is a good hand with his fist.

The old man smiled, and he didn't untie his belt, but just reached out and flicked it on his waist.

"Poof!"

The sound of the sound broke through the air, and a soft knife fell into the air like a rushing dragon snake, flew out several feet, and stabbed diagonally in front of him, shaking and shaking.

Just waited for Chen Zhuo to look at it again, and the old man who sold knives was gone.

"Boy, this knife is for you, and it's so hard to think about it."