Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 824 Confrontation! (Ask for a guaranteed monthly pass!)

Although it is a well-known old store, there are only one or two tables of customers in the store, which is completely incomparable with the grand occasion of queuing up in the future. Tang Dao who walked into the store just glanced at it and didn't care too much.

Naturally, this is also related to the economic conditions at this time. During the war years, it was a problem to support the family. How many people can come out to eat out?

Business was not good, and it was the New Year. The guy in old clothes was naturally lazy, and the greasy table was not wiped clean. Tang Dao naturally chose the box that should be cleaner.

The six people entered one of the only few boxes on the second floor of this not-so-big biscuit shop. The environment inside was much better than the outside as expected. The Eight Immortals table was equipped with carved stools and painted screens. Very traditional Chinese boxes, but the traditional ones are a little outdated.

However, the three women have all experienced wars and are not too picky about the environment. Teacher Xiao He, who was still full of interest just now, sat down first, and shouted that she was exhausted today, more tiring than doing physics experiments up.

Tang Dao
Daring women are also tired of shopping!Then why is it like a perpetual motion machine when you are shopping? This is really a proposition that is difficult for men to understand.

The shop assistant with low eyebrows is very obedient, but the service attitude of never seeing anyone after ordering makes Tang Dao already give this old shop a bad review in his heart, so it can survive until the future and still gain fame?

After the war, if a "Hu Di Lao" was opened, would it become popular all over the country?

Of course, even if it is to be opened, it will have to wait until China embarks on a new path of economic development. Tang Dao's greatest wish is to stay in the countryside, farming and raising chickens during the day, and discussing the mysteries of life with his wife at night.

However, whether the decoration is good or not, or even whether the service is good or not, is secondary. The most important thing is the food itself.

But Tang Dao was also very disappointed by the dishes that were served. The color, aroma and taste were all good, not to mention the color, but the taste of the entrance also made Tang Dao feel that it was far from what he remembered.

This is not right!Just like when he stepped into the door of this shop and saw the few customers and the waiter who was not enthusiastic, he didn't feel very good.

Seeing the group seat frowning suddenly, Leng Feng, who was full of displeasure, slapped the table and was about to call the store owner to come in and explain.

The result was even more surprising to everyone. This old shop in Yu Province is really incomparably sturdy, as if it was opened in a bandit's den. As soon as the table on this side was taken, the window on the other side burst suddenly, and a few plum-shaped darts were blown away. Go straight to a few people to fly.

The three women hadn't figured out why even taking a picture of a table would turn out a black shop, Tang Dao and Leng Feng already moved their hands suddenly, and they lifted the Eight Immortals table weighing more than a hundred catties into the air.

"Tao! Trap!" All the darts shot from the window were blocked by the huge Eight Immortals Table.

"Leng Feng, Erya, you two, protect the three of them!" Tang Dao resolutely turned around and kicked the screen, expanding the interior space to the maximum, looking towards the main entrance of the box, and said solemnly.

This is not a black shop, this is a premeditated assassination.

Moreover, it still came from the assassination of the Japanese.

It is the darts that are still inserted on the table of the Eight Immortals table that prove the identity of the Japanese, because the Chinese darts are not so fancy, and it is enough to kill people with sharp and sharp edges, which is what the so-called ninjas of the Japanese like to play. Tang Dao in the future has seen such fancy things before.

At this point, Tang Dao has fully figured out why there are so many things wrong.

There are few customers because there are no customers, and those customers are all pretending. No wonder one of them just glanced at himself and others and then stopped looking, while the others didn't even look at them.

For a normal man, the stewed cakes and dishes on the table are definitely not as attractive as the three lively beauties, but the guests at the two tables are only interested in food.

The waiter's obedience is because he is Japanese, and he has a cheap taste in his bones. Naturally, he didn't dare to stay longer so as not to show his flaws when he left after ordering.

As for the few dishes served up, if a Chinese chef who is almost terrified by coercion can still perform at one-tenth of his level, then Tang Dao must recruit this big heart under his command.

Of course, all of this is not important anymore, Tang Dao has never been afraid of many scumbags.

But soon, Tang Dao heard the breathing outside the door, a man's breathing, calm and long, enough time for ordinary people to take three breaths, but he only took one.

That is a master, a master that even Uncle Han and Ming Xin may not be able to match.

Tang Dao slowly clenched his fists and let out a light breath.

It was both prudent and a warning, a warning to Leng Feng and Erya who were responsible for the safety of the three women behind them.

Leng Feng and Erya, as comrades who have fought side by side with Tang Dao for more than three months, immediately knew what Tang Dao meant. It was a big enemy. The two of them, no matter what, had to ensure the safety of the three women.

Leng Feng looked outside the door with cold eyes, but his subordinates immediately made arrangements, pulled out the shell gun from his waist and threw it directly to Teacher Xiao He, while he pulled out the [-] bayonet from the sheath around his waist with his backhand.

Teacher Xiao He is not a fighter, but at such a critical moment, she can only become a fighter. Leng Feng made the best way to deal with it.

He and Erya serve as a barrier for the three girls, but Tantai Mingyue, who has already taken out his pistol, and Teacher Xiao He, who is holding the pistol tightly and releasing the safety, must be ready to fight for themselves.

When encountering a crisis, never blindly confident, and prepare for the worst, this is a qualified soldier.

The door was slowly pushed open, and an unusually tall young man with short hair in a Chinese-style gray robe stood quietly at the door, looking at Tang Dao peacefully.

Beside him, standing on one left and one on the right were two people who were also wearing the Chinese-style double-breasted padded jackets most commonly worn by ordinary people, but holding Japanese samurai swords in their hands.

It seemed a bit nondescript, but Tang Dao didn't have the slightest smile on his face.

Not only the man who was half a head taller than him made him smell of the same kind, but the other two also made him feel a threat, the threat of death.

The inheritor of the Shuiyueliu wants to go deep into the dangerous place of China, how can the Shuiyueliu allow him to go there alone? Those who can follow Fujiwara Senxie to China are the top masters of the Shuiyueliu, the most capable of killing people .

The sharp blade in the Japanese hand stimulated blood in Leng Feng's eyes. He took a deep breath, held the bayonet in his hand, and bowed his body slightly. Before the killer moved, the cold killing intent was already stimulating on the battlefield. The major of the Chinese Army, who had killed no less than ten Japanese soldiers head-on, entered the attack state.

At the same time, Leng Feng's other hand gave a warning to Erya and the two girls who were hiding behind the side and pointed their guns at the door, ordering them not to shoot blindly.

Firstly, their angle did not pose too much threat to the three people outside the door; secondly, the man who opened the door on his own initiative made his scalp tingle terribly. It was a grenade, and it would definitely be a disaster for the three girls hiding in the box.

The man's gaze was terrifying and confident.

Although he didn't say a word, Tang Dao and Leng Feng understood what he meant. What he wanted was a hand-to-hand fight, using the lives of three women as a threat, to have a hand-to-hand fight that would not disturb the outside world.

If it was not as he wished, the opponent would attack with all their strength and deal with the three women first. Even if the outside world heard the gunshots and a large group of soldiers came to support them, it would be too late.

The tall and tall man was obviously satisfied with the performance of everyone in the room, his eyes stayed on Leng Feng for a while and then turned to Tang Dao.

"Tang Jun, it's a great honor to meet you here. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fujiwara Seno. I am the elder brother of Fujiwara Kazuo, who died at your hand in the Songjiang Battle." Fujiwara Senxie looked at Tang calmly. Said the knife.

Tang Dao shook his head, "I think you either found the wrong person, or your brother forgot to sign up for me before he died. Of course, it's not his fault. Maybe he didn't have a chance. After all, you know, whoever is on the battlefield Will there be so much interest in Zha Zha?"

Although Fujiwara Seno's expression remained unchanged, a chill gushed out from his eyes.

The meaning of Tang Dao is obvious, there are many Japanese who died under my hands, and who is Fujiwara, why should I remember his name?

"Ba Ga." The other two Shuiyueliu masters holding knives in both hands shouted angrily.

"Let's not have eight or seven. The Japanese who died under my hands must have eight or sixty-four if they don't have one hundred. I remember calling out eight or eight when I see me in the future." Tang Dao showed a trace of disdain on his face.

Baba, no, Baga's mouth is too poisonous, and the faces of the two Japanese masters turned pale instantly.

All kinds of spitting was on the lips, but Tang Dao kept looking at the man who called himself Fujiwara Senxie.

A Japanese assassin who can turn an assassination into an open attack must either have a broken head, or have great self-confidence, confident that he can kill himself on the spot with his bare hands.

Of course, Tang Dao would not believe that the Japanese who went deep into the war zone and spent a huge price to set up such a murderous situation would send a fool. He also did not believe his own information. The Japanese did not conduct investigations. Basically, as soon as you get beaten, the cautiousness in your genes will show up.

The two big fat bombs in the beautiful country are the best proof. Don't the Japanese hate that one guy killed 100,000 of them?Of course they hated, but they were able to bury their hatred in their hearts, knelt down and licked the soles of the beautiful country's shoes, and licked them for decades, so that it became a habit.

Before they have the ability to completely deal with the beautiful country, they will continue to kneel as always. This is something engraved in the genes of the Japanese, and it has not changed for thousands of years.

"Mr. Tang, the whole hotel is under the control of our people. Your Chinese city defense forces will rush over when they hear the movement here. It will take at least 10 minutes. If you want to chat, I can chat with you for 5 minutes. Then send Tang Jun and his party on the road." Fujiwara Senxie suppressed the anger on his face, and said calmly and peacefully.

"Okay! Why don't you and I sit down and talk about it? I've heard that your Japanese island nation's tea ceremony skills have already surpassed blue ones and surpassed blue ones. Mr. Zhanxiong, how about showing me how to make tea with water first? The time is short. It will be too long, 9 1 minutes is enough, and the last [-] minute is enough for us to have a friendly conversation!" Tang Dao laughed and laughed.

As for pretending to be aggressive, Tang Dao is already familiar with it, but he didn’t expect to meet a Japanese who can pretend to be more aggressive than him. Wen Wu is the first and pretends to be second. up.

"Ba Ga." The two Shuiyueliu masters once again displayed their tricks and roared angrily.

Let the successor of Shuiyueliu show the tea ceremony, but what the hell is that making tea?The results of the two are the same, but they are not on the same level at all!
Also, Tang Dao's sentence is very poisonous. The Japanese who have never admitted that the Japanese tea ceremony culture was secretly learned from the Tang Dynasty in China have always reacted to this. Tang Dao is poking everyone. heart.

The corner of Tang Dao's mouth twitched slightly, can't bear this?Then how do you let the sticks after 80 years live?People not only dare to shout loudly that Chinese medicine belongs to them, Qu Yuan belongs to them, Confucius belongs to them, even Sun Wukong belongs to them.Go learn more from your servants and come to China to get mixed up!

"Tang Jun doesn't know whether to believe it or not. Although Fujiwara Senxie came here today to take the head of Jun, he also wanted to compete with Tang Jun in martial arts. The revenge of killing his brother is second." Fujiwara War Xiong obviously adapted quickly to Tang Dao's poisonous tongue style, not only did not get angry, but a smile appeared on his face.

Tang Dao also smiled, and stretched out his fists to the three Japanese who were dressed in Chinese clothes but were authentic Japanese, "If you want to fight, then come and fight. What is martial arts? It's nothing more than a more powerful killing technique. "

Tang Dao's fist is not as big as a bowl like Lu Zhishen's fist described in the book, his skin is dark and ordinary, but none of the three Shuiyueliu masters, including Fujiwara Senxie who shrank his eyes slightly, dared to be small. Look at that fist.

It was an invisible and intangible aura, only those who studied martial arts could feel it.

The unattractive-looking Tang Dao was standing before, and at the moment when it stretched out its fist, it felt like a peerless sword drawn out of its sheath, bursting with murderous aura.

The surging killing intent stimulated the two Suigetsu masters standing beside Senxie Fujiwara to move together, pointing their blades at Tang Dao collectively, and their eyes were also full of murderousness.

Before Tang Dao made a move, he just showed his fist once, and let the two Shuiyueliu masters take the initiative to attack. The force was no less than the pressure on Leng Feng when Fujiwara Senxie appeared.

Fujiwara Zhanxiong's eyes were as bright as stars at this time, "It would be a bit polite to say the word honor before, but after seeing Tang Jun in person, Zhanxiong felt that honor is not enough to describe the joy in Zhanxiong's heart. In order to respect Tang Jun You are the strongest enemy, Zhanxiong will definitely attack with all his strength later, I will bring your head back to the family and hang it on the wall of my quiet room, so that Tang Jun will die in a worthy way."

After finishing speaking, Fujiwara Senxie stretched out his hand and pulled it casually. The tough cotton Chinese robe was torn into several pieces by him like paper paste, revealing that he was wearing a complete Japanese samurai uniform.

Then he took a few steps back and said loudly: "Mr Tang, why not move forward and fight, otherwise, any enemy in the room, Zhanxiong will not be merciful, of course, so that Mr Tang can know that if you dare to escape, the three I will bring this beautiful woman back to our army camp as a condolence woman to the warriors of the empire."

As Fujiwara Senxie withdrew, the two swordsmen who were also not bad in strength also retreated together, giving way to the door of the box.

Tang Dao had a slightly joking expression just now, and he was astonished. The man named Fujiwara Senxie was stronger than he imagined, and it could even be said that he was an enemy he had never met in his previous life.

Although Uncle Han and Ming Xin are both masters of masters, they both have their own worries in their hearts, and their hearts are far less powerful than the man in front of them. Tang Dao's various ridicules and sarcasms just now have no effect on that man.

Even, even at the very beginning, when he ridiculed his younger brother for being just a scumbag and succeeded in arousing the anger on the man's face, Tang Dao was extremely suspicious that it was an illusion he was putting on.

Yes, even though the two didn't actually confront each other, the two had already passed a trick quietly.

Tang Dao sarcastically attacked him with his dead brother and national pain points, while Fujiwara Senxie threatened with the three women in the room.

If you don't follow Fujiwara Seno's wishes, this box will be attacked first. If you use machine guns and grenade throwing, he is a god, and it is difficult to protect the three women. If Tang Dao wants to escape, the three women Even life is worse than death.

Tang Dao's sarcasm failed to anger Fujiwara Senxie, but Fujiwara Senxie clearly saw Tang Dao's scruples. Strictly speaking, in this round of spiritual confrontation, Tang Dao was still at a disadvantage.

Because, among the three women in the house, Tang Dao can't lose any of them, whether it's his lover Tantai Mingyue, the future master Xiao He, or Mrs. Yue who has lost her husband because of the Four Elements War.

It's just that if you just rely on your mouth, what do you want to do with your fist? Anyway, the police don't care.

Since someone has come all the way to get a beating, then the only option is to beat him.

Tang Dao strode out.

Leng Feng took a deep look at Mrs. Yue who was guarded by Tantai Mingyue and Teacher Xiao He, and followed him out.

Madam Yue, who was originally pale, looked at Leng Feng's back. This time, instead of crying in despair like her husband said goodbye to her, she actually took out a dagger from her clothes. Although there were tears in her eyes, they were floating fierce.

As a mature woman, how could she not understand Leng Feng's affection for her?

He was taciturn, and the two of them alone did not even say more than ten sentences. His face was stern, and he had never shown tenderness to her, but he could quietly help the mother and son prepare food, and he could carry Yue Yiman on his shoulders. On the shoulders, it takes more than ten miles to walk. When she is tired from walking, she can slow down and let the children send clean water thoughtfully.

He is not as humble and courteous as his husband, nor is he gentle in his words, but when he looks at him, there is light in his eyes.

Just like before, there was light in his eyes.

However, she knew that it was Leng Feng saying goodbye to her, just like her husband did that day.

She knew better that she couldn't stop him, he wanted to fight side by side with his officers and for them, the only thing she could do was to take out the dagger that Uncle Han gave her.

Her son is in the Four Elements Group, and someone has already taken care of her. She wants to fight for herself, for the man who is willing to protect her.

Even if you can't stab the enemy, you can stab yourself!
(End of this chapter)