"Master...what are you doing in Fusang?"
Duan Shiyi was a little confused. Logically speaking, Duan Zhen should stay in the country with peace of mind.
Although the leader of GOD is temporarily restrained by Wang Chao, if he is not protected, it will happen suddenly.
As a god who controls the world, even if he is not as good as Wang Chao, he can still go wherever he wants.
"I just want to take a look."
Duan Zhen's tone was indifferent. He slowly landed and continued to speak:
"Please help me find out the deeds of our country's veterans of the Anti-Japanese War and how their descendants are doing."
"veteran?"
Duan Shiyi was confused and didn't know why his young master was suddenly checking this.
But he still investigated seriously, and it took a full month to collect all the information.
"Here is all the information, including some rosters of missing persons, as well as current information on their descendants."
Duan Shiyi handed the information to Duan Zhen in a hurry. It could be seen that he had put a lot of effort into checking this information this month.
"these people..."
Duan Zhen was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at the information in front of him, his mind silent.
These are all the deeds of the heroic veterans back then.
Broadsword General Zhao Dengyu, 115th Division Company Commander Zeng Xiansheng, 16th Brigade Political Commissar Liao Haitao, Deputy Commander of the 4th Independent Regiment Tian Tongchun, Vice Minister of Health Du Bohua, patriot Xu Fanting...
There are also heroic incidents such as the Heroes of Langya Mountain and the Eight Girls Throwing themselves into the River, which Duan Zhen has been familiar with since he was a child.
All the information was compiled into an extremely detailed roster. It took Duan Zhen several days to memorize these stories.
This is something that has been recorded with names and surnames in history. As for the unsung heroes that have not been recorded, there are countless more.
He closed his eyes and thought for a long time before continuing to look at the descendants of these heroes.
Most of these heroes died young, died early, and had very few descendants.
As for those who have descendants, most of them live a very ordinary life, and some even live in embarrassment, and their economic level is not enough to maintain their lives.
"It shouldn't be like this."
Duan Zhen sighed inwardly when he saw that some of the descendants of heroes were even bullied by some local rich men and evil forces.
He asked Duan Shiyi to set up a foundation whose main job was to provide financial assistance and spiritual comfort to the descendants of these anti-war veterans.
As soon as the foundation was established, these deeds, which were old and unfamiliar to contemporary people, were publicized across the country, and an upsurge in commemorating the heroes immediately set off.
Duan Zhen also worked personally, visiting and finding the descendants of various heroes, and experiencing the deeds of their ancestors as they dictated them.
Only when you have seen history can you know history.
Duan Zhen felt that he seemed to feel a sense of meaning during this period of visits.
The feeling is hazy and hard to see, but it lasts forever.
It has nothing to do with martial arts, only the heart.
...
Fuso, Hokkaido.
It was already September, it was midsummer weather, and the sun was shining brightly.
In a village surrounded by mountains and rivers in the countryside of Hokkaido, a young man appeared.
He seemed to be running all the way, carrying a little dust on his body, and carrying a long box behind him.
The residents of the village looked at him curiously, a stranger they had never seen before.
"Brother, who are you?"
a little girl asked, swaying towards the young man.
She was about seven or eight years old, with two braids, and she seemed not afraid of strangers at all.
The young man smiled at her and didn't answer, but walked alone.
The little girl also followed him for a while, and then found that she could not catch up with him, so she staggered away again.
The young man walked slowly and walked straight into one of the inconspicuous mud houses. He opened the door and entered, as if he was returning to his own home.
There is a small pond behind the earthen house, and sitting on the edge is an old man wearing dark clothes, without a beard, with sparse eyebrows and a hunched back.
Next to the old man is a gourd containing wine, and not far away is a bamboo stick.
"Who are you?"
The old man was not surprised when he saw the young man coming uninvited, but spoke softly.
His voice was as thin as a woman's, definitely not what an old man should have.
Suddenly, an extremely strange aura came, and there was a faint terrifying atmosphere flowing around.
The young man paused, as if he didn't expect the old man's voice to be so strange.
As if he remembered something, he rummaged around in his pocket and took out a mobile phone.
Then following the pronunciation on the phone, he said awkwardly:
"I'm Duan Zhen."
These four words are very simple, but the pronunciation is very strange, as if they were spoken by someone who has just learned this language.
But that meaning is still expressed very intuitively.
The old man stood up slowly, staring at the young man in front of him, looking at the box behind him for a long time.
"What are you doing here?"
The old man's voice became even more demonic, and after knowing that the other party was not from his country, his tone was a little bit evil.
Duan Zhen stared at the phone again for a while before speaking in jerky words:
"I'll kill you."
As soon as these four words came out, the originally quiet pond fell into deathly silence.
Duan Zhen slowly put down the box behind him and inserted it on the ground.
He looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming colder.
This is a super master of Suigetsu Ryu, one of the few remaining masters in the Fuso Ninjutsu world today.
He was also a war criminal during the Anti-Japanese War.
I don’t know how many Chinese people he has killed with his hands, and he likes to kill most of all.
What he has done is simply too numerous to describe.
He chose to retire and remain unknown for the rest of his life.
He is almost a hundred years old, and many people in Fusang's country have forgotten him. Unexpectedly, Duan Zhen came to visit him today.
"People from China..."
The old man's eyes were silent, as if he remembered what happened back then.
He suddenly grinned, and in this smile, he looked like the cracked boy in One Hundred Ghosts Night Walk.
The entire face was distorted to an inhuman degree, like a demon.
Duan Zhen only felt a sound like the scream of a night owl suddenly ringing in his ears, and his vision blurred for a moment.
Then, the ghostly figure of the old man came into view.
At this moment, even Duan Zhen didn't react. He saw the old man flashing in front of him, but he couldn't make any move.
It was as if he was absorbed into his mind by that eerie cry.
"I haven't drunk your blood for a long time."
The old man pointed his hands together like swords, and a layer of air exploded as he slid them. He used Wudang Jiugong sword fingers.
His sword finger no longer resembled Wudang's pure and carefree spirit. Instead, it was extremely strange and sinister, like a ghost hand from the underworld.
But when Duan Zhen felt it for a moment, he discovered that this finger was almost twice as powerful as Lin Tingfeng, the leader of the contemporary Wudang Sword Sect.
Unexpectedly, this master of Shuiyueliu could practice the swordsmanship of Hua to such an extent.
"Roar!!!"
At the critical moment, Duan Zhen suddenly let out a loud shout.
Like a giant python entrenched in the deep mountains, it spits out demon pills under the moon, roars at the moon, and sets off waves of roars that roar across the earth.
There were intense frog croaking sounds coming from his abdomen, and a wave of waves seemed to have formed in the air around him.
Big python and big toad strength!
At this moment, Duan Zhen displayed his explosive and harmonious techniques at the same time.
Then he twisted his waist, and his whole body was like a troll from hell, swelling to two meters and a half in almost an instant.
"Boom boom boom!!!"
The soil in this earthen house instantly formed layers of deep pits. The entire ground seemed to have been plowed, and even the calm pond was filled with splashes of water.
It was as if someone had thrown a grenade into the house and it exploded instantly.
Seeing that Duan Zhen suddenly made such a big noise, the old man still didn't pause at all with his hands, didn't even twitch his eyelids, and still cut in with his fingers.
He raised his foot again, and a three-inch dagger suddenly sprang out from the sole of his shoe. In the blink of an eye, he held it in his hand, held it behind his back, and stabbed Duan Zhen straight into the heart.
At the same time, he opened his mouth and uttered that creepy and weird sound again.
"Swish swish!"
Several short needles as thin as cow hair actually ejected from his mouth. They were all black and were actually quenched with poison.
The moment the poisonous needle was fired, his upper body clothes immediately shook again, and a faint smell suddenly emitted from the air.
Swords on the soles of shoes, needles in the mouth, poison in the clothes!
In just a few changes, they all turned out to be extremely insidious killing moves!
The great master of Suigetsu Ryu demonstrated his extremely terrifying martial arts methods in almost one move.
Even Duan Zhen was immediately in danger!
"Ninja..."
Although Duan Zhen has fought against most masters in the Chinese martial arts circle, he has never seen such a weird attack method.
I won’t tell you any martial arts ethics at all. I will use all means to kill my opponent, and I will use all possible means!
If you are not careful, you will end up dead without a whole body!
"Then I won't explain anything to you..."
Duan Zhen suddenly relaxed his energy and remained motionless as if resigned to his fate.
When the old man saw Duan Zhen acting like this, the cruelty on his face became even stronger. Combined with his withered and old face, he actually looked more terrifying than a ghost at this moment.
He smiled arrogantly and moved his hand faster, almost piercing Duan Zhen's heart in the next moment.
And those poisonous needles were about to penetrate Duan Zhen's eyelids, and they were only an inch away from piercing the bone.
But just when the old man thought everything was safe, he suddenly felt the forward force of his hand suddenly stopped, as if it was blocked by some inexplicable force.
And finally a trace of confusion and panic flashed across his eyes, as the poisonous needles he fired actually stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward any further.
"wind?"
The old man suddenly let go and stepped back. He could feel that the poisonous gas he had just shaken off was also blowing against the wind.
He retreated more than ten steps and returned to the pond.
Duan Zhen also looked at him calmly, raising his palms slightly.
The poisonous needles and daggers were floating quietly in the palm of his hand, as if there was an invisible force holding them up.
"impossible!"
When the old man saw this scene, his energy and blood surged throughout his body. He didn't believe that anyone in this world could have such a method.
"Boom boom boom!!!"
He stepped suddenly, and the gourd placed by the pond fell into his hand instantly, and the wine was sucked into his mouth like a whale.
And his dry body gradually became abnormally rosy, and his skin began to become full of vitality.
Then he picked up the bamboo stick beside him and shook it slightly.
The bamboo stick split immediately, and sawdust fell off, revealing a long sword like autumn water.
This sword is extremely slender, with the jaw only over an inch long and the front edge of the blade less than three centimeters.
The old man held the sword, and his whole aura suddenly changed.
His body became more and more full in the process, and he seemed to have suddenly returned to his youthful state.
With that aura surging, he was already on par with ordinary alchemy masters.
Duan Zhen just watched quietly as the old man finished drinking and picked up the sword. It wasn't until the essence of the other man's body was concentrated to an extremely strong level that he suddenly smiled and said:
"Are you worthy of using a sword?"
He waved one hand, and the poisonous needle and dagger floating in his palm shot towards the old man instantly.
At the same time, the wooden box behind him automatically unfolded, and a bright long sword leaped up like a dragon, as fast as a bolt of lightning.
"Bah!"
The old man roared, and just as he was about to chop at the flying poison needles and daggers, he noticed a long sword coming at him so fast that it made no sound.
He immediately blocked it with his sword, and there was a clear snapping sound, and the long sword in his hand immediately shattered inch by inch.
Immediately afterwards, the light of the sword flying in the air whirled around, like swirling clouds, and returned directly to Duan Zhen's hand.
He suddenly returned the sword to its sheath, and without looking at the old man again, he slowly put the sword back into the wooden box, carried it on his back, and walked away.
The old man swayed and slowly sat on the ground.
"What a fast sword..."
He looked at Duan Zhen who was walking away and murmured.
Then, the bodies were separated!
