Chen Baoxiang felt that his heart was instantly hollowed out.
He once followed Zhu Xiaotian as an example, and imagined that one day, when Liangshanbo was rebuilt, under Zhu Xiaotian's command, he would fight in the south and north, block the east and kill in the west, rectify the name of his ancestors, and make decisions for the people.
The man nodded with a smile: "It should be like this when the robe is cut off. Tigers and wolves are not the same, so why are they always tied together? Boss Zhu, the worst thing you can do is to deceive your sworn brothers after surrendering to the sun.
Others think they are fools. Now look, do you know who is the fool? It’s not Chen Baoxiang, but yourself.”
Zhu Xiaotian's face turned earth-colored and he sneered a few times but did not respond.
"Kill him, what are you waiting for?"
The man stood next to Chen Baoxiang and pointed at Zhu Xiaotian.
"He is my sworn brother. Even though we cut off our robes, we still can't take his life."
The man frowned and lost his temper: "When is it now that you are still so pedantic? He is a spy of the Japanese devils. He killed so many Chinese people in the east. You have to avenge the Chinese, don't you?"
Chen Baoxiang is not pedantic, but he is unwilling to do anything.
"How come Jinan people are all like you, loyal, loyal, just know loyalty!"
The man screamed angrily twice, but suddenly tapped his forehead with his right hand and burst into laughter.
"I have forgotten that Jinan is a land of both loyalty and righteousness. Of course loyalty comes first. Lao Chen, you are a good friend, not bad, not bad..."
Zhu Xiaotian asked in a deep voice: "Senior, this is our brother's matter. You can settle it yourself, okay?"
The man spread his hands and said: "Okay, it's best for you to solve it yourself. Just now you were two on one and set a trap. I couldn't stand it, so I jumped out to stop it. Now it's one on one, of course it's okay?"
Zhu Xiaotian raised his arms, jumped up from the chair, strode up to Chen Baoxiang, bit his ear: "Take him, reinforcements will be here soon, and there will be a heavy reward."
Chen Baoxiang smiled bitterly and understood what Zhu Xiaotian meant.
Song Zixue just fired a gun, and the sound of the gunfire spread, indicating that the Japanese would soon move out.
Especially the Japanese spies, who are all over the streets and alleys of Jinan, it is not difficult to find Shengtang Alley.
Zhu Xiaotian's original intention was extremely vicious. If he could help the Japanese capture the "Twelve Heavenly Officials", he would be able to show his face in the world.
He probably wouldn't have thought that the "Twelve Heavenly Officials" were the Queen Mother of the West, the last pinnacle that the young emperor left to China.
After pulling out twelve "sea-fixing needles", the land of China became unstable.
"Third brother, I have indeed done some shady things. Second sister has always dreamed of rebuilding Liangshanbo. Is it possible? It's not possible at all, but she insists on going her own way. She plans to go straight to Yidu County, find gold, head west, and then go up to Liangshan.
I tried to persuade her many times, but she wouldn't listen to a word I said."
Chen Baoxiang retorted in a low voice: "She didn't want to rebuild Liangshan Lake. It was you, me and my fourth brother who all agreed. We kowtowed to the ground. On the day of our sworn vows, the first oath we made was that the four of us would work together to rebuild Liangshan Lake."
"Hahaha, third brother, you run a restaurant, don't you read the almanac when doing things? Are those almanacs useful now? When we became sworn brothers, Chief Han was at the height of his power. What about now? He is dead, Japan
When people come, the blue sky and white sun at the top of Jinan City are replaced by plaster flags, do you understand?"
Chen Baoxiang couldn't help but want to refute loudly, but when the words came to his lips, he still tried his best to suppress them: "The flag has changed, but our people are still here, our hearts are here, and Jinan City is still here, right?"
"Third brother, can you think about it, why is Mr. Feng from Mingxinchi doing so well? No matter what flag is hung on the city, he is still proud of it? It's because he knows how to go with the flow and take advantage of the trend.
.If you can tolerate him, you should tolerate me and understand the purpose of my doing this. Don't worry, after today's incident, we will still be good brothers, and I will still make a fortune with you."
"Hehe, hehe."
Chen Baoxiang smiled bitterly and was really speechless.
He could not have imagined that Zhu Xiaotian would be so shameless. After killing Song Zixue, he would not feel any regret at all. Instead, he would be proud of himself for being able to catch up with the Japanese.
"If all our heroes in Jinan are like Mr. Feng, the watermelon fell into the oil basket - a fool, then Jinan people don't have to resist the Japanese?"
"That's right, third brother, the Japanese occupied Jinan. That's their business. Let's adapt to the situation and make friends with the Japanese. That's right. When Chief Han occupied Jinan, how many people did you see who resisted the Koreans?"
Chen Baoxiang lowered his head to think and replied coldly: "Okay, even if you are right, how do you calculate the sum of killing the second sister?"
"How do you want to calculate it?"
Chen Baoxiang tightened his fist: "I, Chen Baoxiang, a descendant of Liangshan heroes, will replace my second sister to repay this blood debt!"
Zhu Xiaotian was stunned, then put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly: "It's just you? Third brother, do you know how many pounds you weigh and how many bowls of rice you eat? I was the chief instructor of Han Chief's fighting camp and the general consultant of the bodyguard group.
Equivalent to the former Liangshan hero, the chief instructor of the 700,000 Forbidden Army, Leopard Head Lin Chong. Who are you? The cook of the Chen Family Rice Shop?"
Chen Baoxiang knew that he was no match for Zhu Xiaotian, but he no longer made the second option.
The Twelve Heavenly Officials take action, it is the moral justice of the world.
He avenged Song Zixue as a reward for his sworn friendship. Whether this life is worth anything is no longer important.
All the passion and loyalty are in this shovel.
"Third brother, I will help you."
Zhu Xiaotian smiled, gently raised his right foot, and pulled out a half-foot-long knife from Jin's boot.
The man crossed his arms and stepped back. It seemed that he no longer cared about the matter and was just sitting on the mountain watching the fight between tigers and tigers.
"please."
Chen Baoxiang didn't dare to neglect. He cupped his fists with both hands and put the fist against his right wrist, hiding it under his elbow.
The thorn is like the Emei thorn. It only has two killing moves: poking and stabbing. It can only be used in close combat.
Therefore, as long as there is a war, there will be life and death.
"Third brother, then you should be more careful. I have taught the brothers in the fighting camp the 'Eight Breaking Blades' and a set of 'Close Throat Sealing Knives'. You are too stupid, I can't even teach you. Alas,
You are really stupid, can't you just follow me and enjoy your life? I have to stand up for my second sister, isn't this just throwing an egg at a stone?"
The two of them moved forward slowly, and when they were only one step away from each other, Zhu Xiaotian suddenly attacked. The blade flashed and slid towards Chen Baoxiang's throat.
He obviously only pulled out one knife, but when he separated his hands, one knife turned into two.
It is the Northern Yin Yang Yuanyang Sword, one of the strangest cold weapons in China.
An upward knife seals the throat.
A downward knife to tease the vagina.
Both places are deadly places. If Chen Baoxiang was stabbed, he would die on the spot.
Chen Baoxiang retreated, Zhu Xiaotian shouted loudly, and danced his two swords, filling the room with a cold sword light.
His martial arts is far superior to Chen Baoxiang, at least ten times higher than the latter.
Chen Baoxiang's challenge was like risking death.
Suddenly, the light of the sword disappeared, and Chen Baoxiang's hammer had pierced Zhu Xiaotian's temple.
When the opponent was advancing rapidly, he ducked to the side of the pillar in the room, spotted the flaw, and killed him with one strike.
The layout of this house is exactly the same as that of the north house of Mi Mi Pu. He walks around the pillars every day and knows the location of the pillars without looking at them.
Zhu Xiaotian did not have this experience, so he lost the geographical advantage and the people. Therefore, even if he took advantage of the Japanese's "timing", he would not be able to win.
"I paid for this life for my second sister——"
With a sneer, Chen Baoxiang pulled out the thorn.
Zhu Xiaotian fell down, and blood spurted out from the small circular hole on his temple, like a fountain.
There were two "papa" sounds, and the men clapped.
"You kill skillfully and methodically, and you are a good martial artist. You are a smart person, and you pretend to be honest and honest on the outside. Others are not on guard, so you can win. Okay, very good!"
Chen Baoxiang breathed a sigh of relief. If there were no pillars, he would have died under Zhu Xiaotian's sword.
"Thank you, senior."
"There are not many heroes left in Jinan City. I think you are still a talented person, so I am sending you a letter to warn you. Now, the time has not come yet. You must know how to hide your strength and bide your time, and don't blindly show off your strength. If you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood.
Burn. When the time comes, you have to endure it. When the time comes, you have to be fierce. Do you understand?"
The man opened the door and the sun shone in again.
"Let's go. My people have lured away the Japanese spies. It's safe here."
Chen Baoxiang understood that Zhu Xiaotian's little trick could not be concealed from a worldly expert like him.
Zhu Xiaotian was waiting for the Japanese to attack and take away the Twelve Heavenly Officials. This was all wishful thinking.
When Chen Baoxiang walked out, the man warned: "Don't look back when you go out. I will take care of all the corpses. Don't come in again in this yard. The dragon is wagging its tail and the clouds are disappearing. I won't be here next time."
Walking onto Ximen Street, Chen Baoxiang felt that his legs were numb, and he was stumbling and stumbling.
"They're all dead!"
He only had these words in his mind, and the move he used to assassinate Zhu Xiaotian was like a dream.
Returning to the rice shop, he entered the north room and threw himself on the kang.
He opened his eyes and looked at the pillar on the right side of the room.
There are four natural tree branches on the top of the pillar, each more than two inches long, with bamboo baskets hanging on them, containing pancakes, pickles, sausages, and bacon.
Without the pillar, it was him who died, not Zhu Xiaotian.
Of course, without the Twelve Heavenly Officials taking action, he and Song Zixue would have died together long ago.
Hidden away in the city, only a peerless master like the Twelve Heavenly Officials is worthy of this sentence.
Liu Yue'e came in and saw Chen Baoxiang's stupid look. She quickly got on the kang and touched his forehead.
"Master, go get the water. Where is the bucket?"
Chen Baoxiang's mind was empty and he had long forgotten those things.
"What's wrong with you? Have you lost your soul?"
There was a voice in Chen Baoxiang's heart that agreed: "Everyone is dead and their souls are scattered. I almost became a lonely ghost. It's all Zhu Xiaotian's fault. I have become sworn friends to four people. With such a big brother, I can't recognize people."
What’s the use of these tricks?”
"Master, do you want to invite the goddess?"
Chen Baoxiang reluctantly responded: "No, I'm tired. I just need to lie down for a while. Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm really fine."
"Master, just be fine. Yuqian Cheongsam Shop said they need food for eight people tonight, please deliver it."
Chen Baoxiang nodded slightly, then waved his hand to signal Liu Yuee to go out.
Liu Yue'e went out and closed the door behind her back.
There were no lights on in the house, it was dim and lifeless.
Chen Baoxiang turned over and suddenly found that tears were streaming down his face.
"Death before leaving the army will make the hero burst into tears."
When he read these two lines of poems in the past, he didn't realize there was anything sad about them. But now, thinking of Song Zixue's death, he suddenly understood that a hero dies on the battlefield, is wrapped in horse leather, and returns in glory. This is the greatest gift from God.
favor.
The most fearful thing is that before he goes into battle, he has already been killed by traitors, and he has no chance to even die on the battlefield and leave his name in history.
Song Zixue died. Although he died in the Liangshan Mountains and it rained in time after the Song Dynasty and Gongming Dynasty, he was forever unknown from then on. No one mentioned him again in the Qianqiu Dynasty.