In a tavern opened by Japanese people in Beicheng, Tianjin, the sound of guzheng is like the tinkling of spring water, and more than a dozen Japanese dancers are singing and dancing while shaking their fans.
Two drunken soldiers supported each other and staggered out.
In the north of the city is the gendarmerie station. The people who live here are either Japanese soldiers or traitor leaders, and are basically invisible to ordinary people.
On the street, the patrolling traitor squad of the Political Security Bureau called Taijun with nods and bows.
The two drunken soldiers laughed at the flattery and asked with their newly learned Chinese language: "Flower girl, where are the good people?"
"Taijun, there is Hua Niang Baocui Building, I will take you there right now." The traitor who can patrol here can understand a few words of Japanese.
After hearing the instructions from the two grandpas, the traitor suddenly lost all his strength and started to lead the way with a smile.
"Baga, good people want it, but brothels don't want it." The drunk Japanese soldier raised his hand and hit the traitor hard on the face with his big mouth.
These traitors were affiliated with the Political Security Bureau under the Wang Puppet regime and strictly speaking had nothing to do with the Japanese.
However, Chairman Wang is a dog of the Japanese, and the traitors follow suit and have long regarded these people as their own grandfathers.
"Thank you, Taijun!" The beaten traitor stood at attention and saluted the military salute with a smile on his face. Looking at his pug look, he probably could have done it to the two Taijuns who wanted to have sex with his wife, let alone a pretty girl from a good family.
I agreed in one breath.
"Yo Xi, you are so good!" Under the leadership of the traitor, the two Japanese soldiers walked away arm in arm.
They didn't notice at all that there was a gaze looking at them not far away from them.
Ten minutes later, a traitor and two drunk Japanese soldiers left the northern district of the city talking and laughing.
And just at an intersection, when the three of them were advocating for common prosperity in Greater East Asia, gunshots rang out...
Bang bang bang...
Seven shots in a row, shot at close range from behind, Wang Xu didn't miss a single shot.
Seeing the three people fall to the ground, he quickly stepped forward and pulled two identity tags from the necks of the two Japanese soldiers.
After doing all this, Wang Xu turned around and left without saying a word.
He had already seen it when he came here. There was an alley here, with a dead end at the end, and turning over it was the central area of the city.
Originally, Wang Xu thought that if he wanted to kill the Japanese soldiers, he might be encountered by the patrol in the north of the city.
You must know that the north of the city is where the Japanese troops and puppet troops are stationed, and the intensity of patrols is the greatest.
Unexpectedly, these two Japanese soldiers were looking for death. They were so drunk and dared to walk out of the north area of the city and wander around. They deserved to be shot to death by him.
"These two Japanese soldiers are going out to do evil, so I can be regarded as doing justice for heaven, right?" Compared with the time when he killed Xie Ruolin, Wang Xu felt more happy this time.
No wonder, so many people like to do chivalry and justice. This feeling of changing the fate of others is really fascinating.
"No, you have to leave quickly, otherwise you will be in trouble if you are surrounded." Wang Xu put away his pistol and ran quickly towards the alley.
At the end of the alley, there was a two-meter-high wall. Using his speed, Wang Xu quickly climbed over by grabbing the edge of the wall.
The next second, a shrill whistle sounded from the place where the crime occurred.
Apparently, the puppet troops patrolling nearby heard the gunshots and rushed over.
...the next day...
"Master, this is my letter of certification." Wang Xu respectfully handed two blood-stained soldier identification tags to Han Muxia's hands.
The old man picked it up, weighed it twice in his hands, and with a smile in his eyes, he said: "Shitou, go out and find out if anything big happened last night."
Shitou is the grandson of the old man. He is in his thirties and looks pretty good.
After hearing the old man's instructions, Shitou walked out without saying a word.
Half an hour later, Shitou ran in again and whispered in the old man's ear: "Something big has happened. People on the street are spreading rumors that a traitor and two Japanese soldiers were killed last night. It is said that
, these two Japanese soldiers, one named Kuroda and the other Inoue, used their status to harm the people outside."
"Kuroda, Inoue!" The old man picked up the ID badge, and sure enough, that was the name written on it. He nodded and said, "Come in with me."
The old man put his hands behind his back and led Wang Xu into the house.
The room was very shabby, with a dilapidated square table and a faded chair as all the furnishings.
The old man looked around, with a bit of despair in his eyes. He sat on a chair and said, "To truly recruit a disciple, you have to post it on the door and announce it to everyone. Today, we can only do something special."
Having said this, the old man sighed again and waved his hand to the stone that followed him: "Get a tea bowl and pour in another cup of tea."
Shi Shi did not move, standing awkwardly at the door, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
The old man was about to scold him, but then he thought of something and said with a wry smile: "I forgot, it's not as good as before! Go ahead, bring a water bowl in and fill it with half a bowl of water."
Wang Xu stood aside, willing to pay Shitou to buy tea, but he was afraid of hurting the old man's heart.
The old man used to be very particular about people. He had thousands of apprentices and grandchildren, and every year he would have to book a two-story restaurant for his apprenticeship.
Nowadays, being particular has become a compromise. Let alone the two-story restaurant, even the apprenticeship tea has to be replaced with cold water. It’s better not to find it boring.
After a while, Shitou came back with a bowl.
Han Muxia sat on the chair, as if he had returned to that prosperous era, and glanced at the water bowl.
Wang Xu heard the elegant meaning of Xian and quickly took the water bowl from Shitou's hand, lowered his head and said: "Master, drink tea..."
The content in the bowl is water, not tea, but at this time, we can't care so much.
The old man pretended to be dignified and coughed twice. He took the water bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He said in a deep voice: "Back then, I retired from the world as a last resort. The real closed disciples have not yet been confiscated. Wang Xu, I will accept you as my disciple today."
Disciple, you are my closed disciple, I hope you won’t destroy my sign.”
"Yes, Master!"
Wang Xu was about to kneel down to worship his master, but before he could do so, the old man grabbed his arm, shook his head and said, "My disciple, Han Muxia, never has to kneel down. Remember, a man should strengthen himself. Kung fu can be weak, but knees cannot.
I will use this method today to remind you that you must never lose your backbone." When it comes to backbone, the old man would rather break his own hand than serve a warlord. He is definitely a benchmark.
Some people may say that if you dare to break your hand, why don't you dare to die with the warlord.
In this regard, we can only have different opinions. After all, people are not born from rocks. People who do not think about themselves may not be able to let go of their families.
"Wang Xu, what kind of kung fu have you learned before? Let me see how you use it." After drinking the apprenticeship tea, the old man's expression softened a lot, and his eyes became more intimate.
Wang Xu looked around. The room was small, and there was a square table in the middle. He said bitterly: "Master, isn't the place here too small?"
"It's not small, you can see real kung fu in a small space. If the place is big enough, you can just use a gun. What's the point of practicing kung fu?" When the old man Han Muxia said it, Wang Xu also thought it made sense.
He came to learn Kung Fu to make up for his lack of close combat and combat effectiveness when he lacked guns.
After listening to the old man's instructions, Wang Xu said nothing more, and just in this small space, he started fighting with the fighting skills Yu Zecheng taught him.
Oddly enough, I wonder if it was the martial arts master who was there, causing the pressure to concentrate.
After a set of thirty-six ways of grappling, Wang Xu fought like a tiger, and he had never been so smooth as he was today.
"Okay!" Wang Xu was fighting vigorously when the old man suddenly spoke.
Looking back, the old man had a dark face and an angry look on his face: "What is this that you are hitting? Who taught you?"
Wang Xu didn't know why the old man was angry. He thought he couldn't bear the blame and had to get rid of it, so he replied: "Yu Zecheng..."