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There is an extra man in Gong Er's seat.

His eyes are sharp, his nose is a bit pointed, and underneath is a touch of enchanting stubble.

Lin Yue recognized him, but not because of socializing, but because of watching movies.

A ray of sky.

Bajiquan master.

Unexpectedly, he came to Fengtian.

This time going north, I met Gong Er, Lao Jiang, Ma San, Sanjiangshui and Yixiantian.

very nice.

"Mr. Lin." Yi Yitian spoke.

"you know me?"

"The first person in Wing Chun and the leader of Nanquan."

"I dare not be a leader, but brothers on the road show love and help save face."

As Lin Yue said, he picked up a piece of meat casually, rinsed it in the pot, dipped it in leek flower sauce, and put it in his mouth.

"This authentic northeast copper pot can't be eaten in the south. If you don't dislike it, let's sit down and eat some together?"

Yi Yitian looked into his eyes and said, "I heard that the weapons in Wing Chun include six-and-a-half sticks and eight-cutting knives.

Lin Yue said, "So?"

Yi Yitian took out a razor from the pocket of his woolen coat: "Some people say that my knife is so fast that a thousand pieces of gold can't buy its click."

While talking, he dipped a knife into the bowl of leek 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." Yi Yitian fiddled with the razor in his hand: "What do you buy my ring?"

Lin Yue tapped the edge of the copper pot with his chopsticks.

When, when, when.

The sound is very crisp.

Yi Yitian still didn't understand why, he flipped the razor between his fingers, suddenly sank his index finger, held down the blade and swiped forward.

A cold light suddenly appeared, and the shadow of the knife was like lightning.

Yixiantian didn't exaggerate, his knife was really fast, so fast that the heat from the copper pot was split in two, as if it had paused for a while, before being smashed to pieces by the ensuing gust of wind.

snap~

Far from being clear, the sound resounded through the hall.

The nearby diners who were buried in their meals raised their heads one after another and looked at where the two of them were sitting.

Yi Yitian held a razor in his hand, and Lin Yue grasped chopsticks with five fingers.

The knife is between the chopsticks.

Yi Yitian said, "Good eyesight."

Lin Yue said, "You're not bad either."

At this moment, Yi Yitian's eyes turned cold, and the hand that was originally holding the knife turned into a fist and slapped forward. The razor that was originally caught by the chopsticks screamed and shot Lin Yue in the face.

In the blink of an eye, a quick shadow flashed, the scissors clamped, and the razor stopped three inches in front of Lin Yue.

First the chopsticks, then the fingers.

Yi Yitian stood up and said, "The knife is yours now."

After speaking, he left without looking back.

The door opened, the door closed, a cold current poured into the dining hall, and the diners by the door shivered.

Lin Yue put the razor on the table, he knew what a line of sky meant.

In fact, when the razor was caught by the chopsticks, Yi Yitian lost, but that person did not stop and did something more radical, but he broke it in the same way again, except that he did not use chopsticks the next time. It's two fingers.

If it is said that the razor is caught by chopsticks for the first time, it means that the first-line sky has lost. So the second time the razor is caught between fingers, what does it mean, fiasco? No, it should be said that the difference in strength is like cloud and mud.

From then on, there may still be Bajiquan in the world, but there will never be a voice that is hard to buy.

Lin Yue raised his left hand and put it in front of his face. In fact, Yi Yitian overestimated his strength. If he didn't have ghost gloves, if he could hold the razor with his fingers, he would probably be injured and bleed.

In fact, he could have turned his head to avoid it, but he didn't dodge it, because he knew very well why Yi Yitian came to Fengtian.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

A familiar voice sounded, and Lin Yue looked up, and it was Gong Er who had returned with a pot of shochu in his hand.

"A friend just came."

"A friend? Then why don't you sit him down and have a drink?"

Gong Er pulled off the lid of the jug and filled Lin Yue with a glass of wine. His gaze swept over a little to the left of the copper pot, and his eyes changed slightly.

There was a razor there.

Most importantly, this razor... looks familiar.

She remembered what happened on the train to Northwestern University last year. At that time, a man was hiding from the Japanese army, so she helped him cover once. At that time, he was holding such a razor in his hand.

Lin Yue shook his head, without saying anything, he raised his cup and signaled 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 board the train going south, and after returning to the house to sit for a while, San Jiangshui rushed in from the outside.

"Second Miss, Second Miss, a letter from Tianjin."

Letter from Tianjin?

Upon hearing this, Gong Er came out from the back room, and accepted the envelope from Sanjiangshui with a melancholy face.

The recipient of the letter was not her, but her father.

"You go to work."

After San Jiangshui left, Gong Er tore off the seal, took out the letter paper inside, and his eyes were red after reading the contents.

Tianjin.

For Gong Baosen, besides the establishment of the Chinese Samurai Association, these two words also have a very important meaning—her marriage partner is from Tianjin.

It turned out that her father wrote two letters before going to Ma San to settle the accounts, one to Lao Jiang and one to Tianjin.

I won't talk about the content of Lao Jiang's letter. The letter sent to Tianjin is an apology letter, apologizing for Gong Er's inability to fulfill the marriage contract.

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 he didn't say it clearly, the old man could tell who her heart was on, but this matter related to the face of the two elders, and the engagement was still before the banquet in the Golden Tower.

I don't know if Ma San took refuge in the Japanese and became the president of the Fengtian Association, which stimulated him. He knew that he could not arrange the life of his children and arranged marriages, or that he knew his fate not long before he went to Ma San to settle accounts. After seeing everything, he finally pulled down his face and wrote a letter requesting to annul the engagement, and send it to a friend.

Now, she doesn't have to worry about marriage anymore.

"Second Miss, what's the matter?" Lao Jiang walked in from the outside, saw her standing there in a daze, and asked curiously.

Gong Er handed over the letter.

Lao Jiang took it in his hand and sighed heavily after reading the above content.

"Old Jiang, what happened to what I asked you to do?"

"Second Miss, I didn't see any big movement from the Japanese, but..."

"But what?"

"I heard that Ma San's apprentices are not reconciled."

"Master was beaten like that, of course they couldn't swallow it."

"I'm afraid Mr. Lin..."

Gong Er didn't speak, walked to the front of the door, opened the curtain and looked at the red sun half blocked by the bell tower.

...

cluck~

cluck~

cluck~

The train turned and the carriage shook slightly.

Lin Yue glanced at the darkened sky outside the window, thinking that he should have already passed the Shanhai Pass.

There weren't many people in the carriage he was sitting in, except for a few men in rough cotton padded jackets who got together and didn't know what to talk about, and everyone else was sleeping.

I picked up the newspaper on the table and flipped through it. The front page was basically where the Japanese army took down again and what the emperor of Manchukuo said.

The second page contains some policy news on people's livelihood, accompanied by photos of people with happy faces. In short, it is full of good words.

There were many more advertisements on the third page, as well as some interesting stories and novels. He took a few glances patiently, but he didn't expect to actually read it.

I don't know how long it has been, but I just feel that there was a relatively severe bump in the body, and the stiff seat made my buttocks feel a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, he noticed something strange, put away the newspaper in front of him, and put it on the small square table in the middle of the seat.

The number of passengers in the car has not changed much, but the face has changed.

They were unfamiliar faces, and they were all looking at him, with cold eyes and undisguised hostility.

Lin Yue looked back calmly.

Under the dim light, five men walked unhurriedly from the other side of the carriage, and sat down on the chairs opposite him and on the other side of the aisle.

Heh~ acquaintance.

There was a sneer at the corner of Lin Yue's mouth, it was because those who came were not kind, and those who were kind did not come.

"Several, what do you mean by putting on such a big battle?"

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