Wang Bo was sneaking in the forest very fast, with the whistling wind blowing past his ears. He was like a leopard in the mountains and jungles... quietly searching for the target. Until he ducked behind the target, the man hanging in the tree
None of the "people" on board noticed anything unusual.
The "man" on the tree is not tall and very thin. He is wearing tight-fitting dark green clothes that are close to the color of leaves and a little navy blue. They have a strange style and have many pockets all over the body, but they are not cumbersome. He wears a turban on his face so that his face cannot be seen, and he wears a belt.
The katana on top has a rope wrapped around the handle.
His whole body was leaning against the tree trunk, and he was looking in the direction of the stone house with a delicate telescope.
Hanging on the tree trunk at his feet was a Baal Phantom 400. The dark carbon fiber parts and the ballistic alloy luster immediately made Wang Bo salivate. This is a monster with a firing speed of 122 meters per second. It is a powerful weapon.
crossbow!!
I'm crazy, this is a good thing... It must be mine!! Is this guy a ninja? But ninjas have started to use such high-tech things? Don't they use ancient bows and arrows?
The first time he came into contact with the legendary ninja, Wang Bo approached cautiously without any carelessness. He was not sure whether the guy in front of him who might be a ninja had arranged some unexpected traps around him.
Wang Bo climbed up the tree trunk, leaned forward and gently took the crossbow into his hand without the ninja noticing.
Wang Bo turned around and put the crossbow away, then picked up a boulder as big as a bun and climbed up it, but the ninja still didn't notice it.
Isn't this vigilance bad?
"Hey!" Wang Bo screamed strangely, flashed his hand, picked up the stone and pointed it at the man's head, "Bang!" All of a sudden. Then he bounced back like a rabbit and jumped off the tree trunk, picked up the crossbow and slid out of a beautiful solitary tree.
The line pointed to the ninja in mid-air.
The ninja straightened up and fell sideways from the tree. He fell to the ground and passed out without making a sound.
"I'm going...you're unconscious now? What is that? Bah!!" Wang Bo scolded him, but he stepped forward and drew out his samurai sword, saying "porphy porphyr" three times and severed two of his tendons.
And a hamstring!
No mercy at all!! Because he endangered the safety of the people closest to Wang Bo!!
What is said in martial arts training is "I would rather train an inch of muscle than a foot of flesh."
There is also a saying in medicine that "it is better to injure a foot of flesh than an inch of tendon".
This illustrates the importance of "tendons" to martial arts practitioners!
Even if he is treated in time, this ninja will be considered useless and will be unable to use any weapons at all!
Because the finger joints after surgery are all bent, and it is impossible to be as flexible and strong as before.
"Little devil, I'm quite particular about you. At least I left you a right leg, so you can still jump around! And if you work harder and train one leg, you won't be able to kick and attack people.
That's right!" Wang Bo said to himself, and used the tip of the knife to open his turban, revealing an extremely ugly and vulgar face. There was even a black dragon and a plaster flag tattooed on the temple of his forehead.
Wang Bo looked through it again and found only a few "shurikens", which were diamond-shaped dart-like things.
As for the legendary poison that Wang Bo used to kill himself, he didn't find it, and he didn't bother to look for it. He just wanted to die. It's not easy to dispose of corpses in the deep mountains and forests! The most important thing now is to understand the whole story!!
Otherwise, Mr. Huang will be left with endless trouble.
Wang Bo took out his cell phone and looked at it. The signal was still very weak, with a frame coming from time to time.
"Buzzing..." The phone suddenly vibrated, and two text messages appeared in it. They were sent to me by Director Jia an hour ago and half an hour ago... but they were delayed!
Uchimura bitch is here!!
Wang Bo ignored the ninja who was unconscious on the ground, hid the crossbow arrow halfway, and ran quickly towards the stone house.
.....
Seven or eight men in black suits and sunglasses climbed up the mountain road, surrounded by two people, one tall and one short.
"Mr. Uchimura, the Mr. Huang you mentioned lives above! Don't worry, for the veteran cadre activity center you want to donate to our Qingyuan Municipal Government, you are our friend in Qingyuan! If it is like you said, I
I will definitely persuade him to have a friendly competition with you!" The speaker was short and fat, bald, wearing glasses, and had a flattering look on his face.
Uchimura was wearing a black samurai uniform with a black dragon embroidered on the back. He folded his arms in front of his chest, a glimmer of light flashed through his squinted eyes, and said gloomily, "*一￥三*?#"
"Mr. Uchimura said that he admires your Chinese martial arts very much. This time I have to thank Section Chief Wang!" One of the men with black sunglasses beside him immediately translated with a respectful attitude.
"You're welcome!! We are all friends!" Section Chief Wang ran two steps and shouted to Huang Hailin who had just locked Li Xuewei into the stone house, "Mr. Huang, right? Come out, come out! We have a guest! I am
I work for the county investment promotion office, my surname is Wang!"
"Who is it? What kind of guest is it? I am an old man and a farmer, and who else is visiting me?" Huang Hailin smiled, but there was no enthusiasm.
"This is Mr. Uchimura from Japan! He is from some martial arts club in Japan, and he said he plans to have a friendly competition with you!" Section Chief Wang directly stated the purpose of his visit.
"Competition? What competition? My old man only knows how to farm!"
Uchimura came over with a cold face and bowed to Huang Hailin. The translator explained, "Mr. Uchimura is a disciple from our great Japanese Iga-ryu. He is currently the master of Osaka Sanju Martial Arts School! He has heard about Chinese martial arts for a long time.
Gao Ming, I heard that Mr. Huang is a master of Hongquan, so I came here to see it today!"
Huang Hailin grinned and said, "What are you talking about? Chief Wang, my old man has never practiced any martial arts at all! You have found the wrong person!"
"Mr. Huang, you see, if you have learned a few kung fu skills and you can compete with others, why bother to hide it? Let me tell you! This is a task assigned by the county! It is a political task related to our Sino-Japanese friendship, and it must be completed!"
Section Chief Wang said with a straight face.
"No! Section Chief Wang, old man, I'm seventy or eighty years old. I can't practice even if I want to!" Huang Hailin waved his hand.
"Mr. Huang, I came from afar, I hope you..." Uchimura said.
"You have come from afar, and you are a guest when you come. We farmers are the most hospitable, and we should entertain you, but there is no need to try it. Martial arts is something passed down from our ancestors, and we cannot throw it away, but now is a peaceful era.
Everyone is doing this to keep fit, why do we need to compete?" Huang Hailin interrupted him lightly.
"Okay! The old man has a good attitude and a good demeanor!!" Wang Bo clapped his hands and walked closer to Huang Hailin, nodded and said, "The boy is very enlightened! The old man is right. Looking for people to test your skills all day long will lose the meaning of martial arts.
!! You will never be able to practice anything real in your whole life! Sigh...some people just have a lot of pain after eating and being idle!!"
Huang Hailin was also in the mood to act and return the tricks, saying, "Where is this little brother from? How do you call him this? Where does this come from! I am an old man from a mountain village! I don't dare to take the word "style" seriously.
Dare to take it!"
"How can the old man falsely call himself a villager in the mountains? There is a bitch in the village behind us, so he is called a villager!" Wang Bo clasped his fists and said, "This guy is the hero of the Condor Heroes, Hong Qichuixue, and Ouyang Youji.
!From the Security Department of the Northeast Branch of the Emei Beggar Clan!"
"Where did the wild boy come from? Go home quickly!" Section Chief Wang scolded.
"Oh!!" Uchimura's voice was low and she stared at Wang Bo with hatred.
"Little devil? What are you looking at me doing? Tell you, my grandfather is the anti-Japanese hero Wang Gazi!" Wang Bo sang softly, "Big swords and guns, slap the devils on the head..."
Uchimura's bastard flashed a cold light, stared deeply at Bo Wang, and then turned to Huang Hailin and said: "Mr. Huang, many years ago I was fortunate enough to learn the Hong Fist Kung Fu of a gentleman named Cai from China! Hum, I'm just speaking from my heart.
, you Chinese are really vulnerable and cowardly! Are your kung fu skills also vulnerable? Haha... I heard that Mr. Cai said that he came from your school.
!”
"After I defeated the gentleman named Cai, he still lusted after the beauty of our girl from the Imperial Japanese Empire. This greatly damaged his vitality. I wonder if Mr. Huang Kun Huang, Mr. Huang Kun Huang of Fujian Hongquan in China, can die in peace?"
"Mr. Uchimura, what did you...just say? What do you mean?" Section Chief Wang's face changed and he said incredulously, "Didn't you just say that you just wanted to learn about our country's traditional martial arts?"
"Take Section Chief Wang to the side to rest!" After Uchimura finished speaking, two big men in black immediately drove him to the distance.
Uchimura's subordinates were chattering and laughing non-stop.
Uchimura Shisan actually said the name of Huang Hailin’s ancestor Huang Kun!!
"Haha... In that case" Huang Hailin's thin body exuded a calm and steady aura like a rock, and said with a smile, "Please!"
"Mr. Huang, don't be angry. I hope to compete with you who are calm! This will not be unfair!" Uchimura Shisan winked at the black suit next to him and continued, "Our Japanese martial arts is about cultivating one's character, so every day
When all the cherry blossoms on the mountain have withered overnight, and not a single flower lingers on the branches, I will listen to the moving flute sound of "the original scenery of my hometown" among the flowers to comfort my restless soul."
The man in a black suit bowed, found a place under a tree, took out a simple long flute from his body and started playing it as if there was no one around.
"Well..." The sound of the flute is sad and solemn, and there is a gloominess in the bleakness... Occasionally there is a long sound of "oh".
"How about Mr. Huang? Listening to the beautiful flute sound, do you feel the spirit of our Japanese martial arts? Is it something that your Chinese martial arts can match?" Uchimura Shisan said with a proud smile.
"My Chinese martial arts is extensive and profound. The strength of the martial arts is endless, but the power is endless. The intention is to understand, and the enlightenment is eternal and strong! You uncivilized ignorant children have only learned a little bit and you know how to show off? Shallow!!" Huang Hailin's eyes are like
electricity.
"Oh yes, we in the countryside always brag about this when we have funerals for dead people!! Pretty much!" Wang Bo said with a smile.
Uchimura shouted loudly and raised his hand to tear off the black samurai robe. The muscles under the tight-fitting attire were full of toughness.
He couldn't bear it and said, "You have repeatedly insulted the prestige of the Japanese Empire. Who are you?"
"Me? Hehe, the cowherd boy in the mountains, my name is Wang Er... But I have long heard that you Japanese can play the flute, but I never thought why it is so ugly!!" Wang Bo said with a silly smile, "But I also
I have some kung fu skills, and I am planning to find a little devil to compete with me! Little devil, do any of you want me to give you a kick and try to learn how you are doing?"
"Haha..." Uchimura smiled arrogantly and said sternly in Japanese: "Sagawa, kill him!!"
"Hi!!" Sagawa had a hunched head and a mustache. He took a step forward without saying a word. His Adam's apple kept moving. He cupped his hands into fists and made a confident gesture with his body half-bowed.
Wang Bo stared at it carefully for a long time before saying: "What kind of punch are you doing? Why is it similar to the posture when you poop?"
"Eight!" The veins on Sagawa's neck bulged out, as if he was accumulating strength.
"By the way, I also need music for my martial arts competition!! Otherwise, I can't play the flute when I hear your muffled fart-like sound!" Wang Bo took out his cell phone, adjusted it a few times and put it on the ground, saying, "Pay attention, the music is starting."
I’m going to take action!”
"Huh!" Sagawa regained his energy and stared at Wang Bo.
Wang Bo said with a smile: "One rush of strength, then another failure, three failures...Are you tired? If you are tired, I will take action!"
Wang Bo turned the volume of the large-screen mobile phone to the maximum, and the beautiful and cheerful melody sang the voice of front-line workers yearning for love, yearning for darkness, and using their own hard work to obtain the love of the rich second generation. It completely covered up the sad and shrill flute.
Sound... "Sister, you sit on the bow of the boat, brother is walking on the shore, affectionate and loving, swinging on the rope..."
As Yin Xiangjie's majestic male voice sounded... Wang Bo waved his hands...
I saw Sagawa spitting out blood from his mouth and falling to the ground with a heart-rending scream.
