There was an extra man sitting where Gong Er was sitting.
His eyes are sharp, his nose is a bit pointed, and there is a trace of stubble underneath.
Lin Yue recognized him, but not from socializing, but from watching movies.
A line of sky.
Master of Bajiquan.
I didn't expect him to come to Fengtian.
This time I went north and met Gong Er, Lao Jiang, Ma San, the water of the three rivers and the sky.
very nice.
"Mr. Lin." Xianxiantian said.
"you know me?"
"The first person in Wing Chun and the leader of Nanquan."
"If you don't dare to be a leader, your brothers on the road will support you and help you save face."
As Lin Yue spoke, he casually picked up a piece of meat, rinsed it in the pot, dipped it in the chive flower sauce and put it in his mouth.
"This authentic Northeastern copper pot is not available in the South. If you don't mind, brothers, sit down and eat some together?"
Yi Xiantian looked into his eyes and said: "I heard that the weapons of Wing Chun include a six-and-a-half-point stick and an eight-cut knife. It is said that the stick has an unparalleled sound and the knife has an unparalleled hair."
Lin Yue said: "So?"
Xianxiantian took out a razor from the pocket of his woolen coat: "Some people say that my knife is so fast that money can't buy its sound."
While talking, he dipped his knife into the bowl of chive flower sauce and stuck out his tongue to lick off the green color on it, but kept his eyes on Lin Yue.
"Want to hear it?"
"I want to hear it." Yixiantian fiddled with the razor in his hand: "What did you buy my ring for?"
Lin Yue tapped the edge of the copper pot with his chopsticks.
When, when, when.
The sound is very crisp.
There was still something that Yi Xian Tian didn't understand. He flipped the razor between his fingers. Suddenly his index finger sank, and he held down the blade and drew forward.
The cold light suddenly appeared, and the shadow of the knife was like lightning.
Yixiantian was not exaggerating. His knife was really fast. It was so fast that the heat coming out of the copper pot was split into two parts, as if it paused for a while before it was shattered by the strong wind that followed.
Pa~
A far from clear voice resounded through the hall.
The diners nearby who were engrossed in eating raised their heads and looked over at where the two of them were sitting.
Yi Xiantian holds a razor in his hand, and Lin Yue holds chopsticks with five fingers.
The knife is between the chopsticks.
Yixiantian said: "Good eyesight."
Lin Yue said: "You are not bad either."
At this moment, Xianxiantian's eyes turned cold, and the hand that originally held the knife turned into a fist and clapped forward. The razor that was originally clamped by the chopsticks made a clanging sound and shot Lin Yue in front of the door.
In the lightning and flint, a quick shadow flashed, the scissor hand clamped, and the razor stopped three inches in front of Lin Yue.
First the chopsticks, then the fingers.
Yi Xian Tian stood up and said, "The knife is yours."
After speaking, he left without looking back.
The door opened and closed, and a cold current flowed into the dining hall, and the diners near the door shivered.
Lin Yue put the razor on the table. He knew what Yixiantian meant.
In fact, when the razor was caught by the chopsticks, Yitiantian lost. However, the man did not stop and did something more radical. As a result, he broke it in the same way again, except that he didn't use chopsticks this time. It's two fingers.
If the razor is caught with chopsticks for the first time, it means that Yinxiantian has failed. So what does it mean to have a razor caught between your fingers for the second time, a fiasco? No, it should be said that the difference in strength is as big as clouds and mud.
From now on, there may still be Bajiquan in the world, but there will never be a sound worth a thousand dollars.
Lin Yue raised his left hand and put it in front of his face for a closer look. In fact, Yitiantian had overestimated his strength. If he didn't have the ghost gloves and used his fingers to hold the razor, even if he could hold it, he would probably be injured and bleed.
In fact, he could have turned his head to avoid it, but he didn't hide because he knew very well why Xiantiantian came this time.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
A familiar voice sounded, and Lin Yue looked up and saw that Gong Er was back, carrying a pot of soju in his hand.
"A friend came just now."
"A friend? Then why don't you ask him to sit down and have a drink?"
Gong Er took off the lid of the wine pot and filled a glass of wine for Lin Yue. He glanced at the left side of the copper pot and his eyes changed slightly.
There lies a razor.
Most importantly, this razor... looks familiar.
She recalled what she had experienced on the train when she went to Northwestern University last year. At that time, a man was hiding from the Japanese army. So she helped the man cover up. At that time, he was holding such a razor in his hand.
Lin Yue shook his head and said nothing. He picked up the cup and gestured to her: "Cheers."
Gong Er also picked up his own cup, raised his head and drank the wine inside.
…
the next day.
Gong Er and Lao Jiang sent Lin Yue to the southbound train. After sitting in the house for a while, Sanjiangshui rushed in from outside.
"Second Miss, Second Miss, a letter from Tianjin."
Letter from Tianjin?
Upon hearing this, Gong Er walked out of the back room and took the envelope handed by Sanjiang Shui with a melancholy expression.
The recipient of the letter was not her, but her father.
"Go and do your work."
After Sanjiang Shui left, Gong Er tore open the seal and took out the letter paper inside. His eyes turned red after reading the content.
Tianjin.
For Gong Baosen, these two words, in addition to being the place where the Chinese Samurai Association was founded, also have a very important meaning - her engagement partner is from Tianjin.
It turned out that her father wrote two letters before going to Ma San to settle the score, one to Lao Jiang and one to Tianjin.
I won’t go into the content of Lao Jiang’s letter. The letter sent to Tianjin was an apology letter for Gong Er’s inability to fulfill the engagement.
Since the winter of 1938, Gong Baosen had been eager for her to marry that man, but she had always disagreed. Before leaving home to study at Northwestern University last year, she had a quarrel with her father over this matter.
Although she didn't say it explicitly, the old man could tell who her heart was on, but this matter related to the face of the two elderly people, and the engagement was still before the Jinlou banquet.
I don’t know whether it was the fact that Ma San defected to the Japanese and became the president of the Fengtian Association that stimulated him, and he understood that the affairs of his younger generation cannot be forced, or that he knew his fate not long ago before going to settle the score with Ma San, so he finally lowered his face and wrote I sent a letter to my friend requesting annulment of the engagement.
Now, she no longer has to worry about marriage.
"Second Miss, what's wrong?" Lao Jiang came in from outside and saw her standing there in a daze, so he asked curiously.
Gong Er handed over the letter.
Lao Jiang took it in his hand and sighed heavily after reading the contents above.
"Old Jiang, how did the thing I asked you to do go?"
"Second Miss, I haven't seen any big movement from the Japanese side, but..."
"But what?"
"I heard that Ma San's disciples are a little unwilling."
"Master was beaten like that, of course they can't swallow it."
"I'm afraid of Mr. Lin..."
Gong Er didn't say anything, walked to the door, opened the curtain and looked at the red sun that was half blocked by the bell tower.
…
Click~
Click~
Click~
The train swayed slightly as it rounded the curve.
Lin Yue glanced at the darkened sky outside the window, thinking that he should have passed Shanhaiguan.
There weren't many people in the carriage he was sitting in. Except for a few men in coarse cotton-padded jackets who gathered together to talk about something, everyone else was sleeping.
I picked up the newspaper on the table and flipped through it. The front page basically showed where the Japanese troops had conquered and what the emperor of Manchukuo said.
The second page contains some policy news on people's livelihood, accompanied by photos of smiling people. In short, it is full of good words.
There were many more advertisements on the third page, as well as some interesting stories and stories. He patiently glanced at it a few times, but unexpectedly he actually took it in.
I don’t know how long it has been, but I just felt a relatively severe bump in the car body, and the stiff seat made my butt feel a little uncomfortable.
At this time, he noticed something strange, put away the newspaper in front of him, and placed it on the small square table in the middle of the seat.
The number of passengers in the carriage has not changed much, but their faces have changed.
They were unfamiliar faces, and they were all looking at him with stern eyes and undisguised hostility.
Lin Yue glanced behind him calmly.
Under the dim light, five men walked slowly from the other end of the carriage and sat down on the chairs opposite him and across the aisle.
Ha~ I’m an acquaintance.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Lin Yue's mouth. This is because the person who comes is not kind, and the kind person never comes.
"Guys, what do you mean by putting on such a big show?"
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