The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 77 Strange Things
"Compatriots! Compatriots in Hong Kong! Not far to the north of us, there is still a feudal empire lingering, and our compatriots are still living in dire straits..."

In the early morning of the next day, on the bustling street, there was a loud shout of a parade that made passers-by look sideways.

Chen Zhuo was holding a handful of fried peanuts in his hand, walking around like a leisurely stroll, throwing crispy and slightly burnt peanuts into his mouth, chewing slowly, rolling his lips and teeth, savoring every bite taste.

There are people coming and going on the street, hawkers carrying burdens, grooms driving carts, and rickshaws criss-crossing, men and women, old and young, and those conspicuous patrolmen.

But the most conspicuous ones were the students who marched to raise money.

Chen Zhuo looked at the young man who took the lead, he looked familiar, it was Li Yutang's son.

Although there are many patrolmen on the street, there are not many who do personnel work.

Especially the Indians among them, relying on the pretext of patrolling the streets, took advantage of those hawkers, eating and taking whatever they wanted, running rampant, yelling awkward English, and occasionally uttering a few Chinese words, all of them It is a curse.

"Is something wrong?"

Seeing that he rarely took the initiative to find it, Chongyang came out from nowhere, holding a pear in his hand, he took a bite, and the juice overflowed.

With Chen Zhuo taking care of him, although this guy's life has become much easier, his habit of gambling has not changed.

Chen Zhuo chewed on the peanuts, and said casually: "Just to remind you, the Qing court will have a large number of killers coming these days. Those people have nowhere to go. They must go to the Kowloon Walled City... This time, you should prepare earlier than before. .”

Shen Zhongyang's eyes changed, "Can't even settle those two things?"

Chen Zhuo said indifferently: "Who knows, you have to try it out, since you know how to do it, be careful these days, if there is any trouble, remember to run to my place, so as not to die in ignorance."

After exhorting, his tone was gentle, as if he was joking, "Listen, I didn't treat you badly. It's your business to bet, but if you dare to spoil my big business, don't blame me for being cruel."

Chongyang nodded, with a serious face, "You and I are grasshoppers on the same rope now, I won't dig my own grave."

Seeing this, Chen Zhuo didn't say any more.

He also doesn't intend to let people guard the entrance to the port, if the other party really has old fossils, I'm afraid only the great saint's piercing eyes will be able to see the clues.

The street market is lively, and it is even more lively with those students who are parading.

Chen Zhuo took out a Long Yang from his pocket, put it on his mouth and blew it. During the "buzzing", Long Yang had rolled over the heads of the crowd, and fell into the cloth bag for donations impartially. There was a crisp sound.

Going all the way north, he came to a time-honored blacksmith shop.

The master master is over sixty years old, but his body is still strong, his beard and hair are gray, but his roots stand upright like steel needles and tiger beards, as if his hair has exploded. Hammer, swaying hot sweat.

This person is also hiding his secrets, his big hands are delicate and tight, it doesn't look like he is doing hard work.Moreover, holding the heavy hammer is as if there is nothing, and the palm of the hand is free from calluses. He is clearly an expert in kung fu.

On the contrary, the apprentice's hands were covered with hard black calluses, as if they had been coated with carbon powder.

If I didn't guess wrong, this should be a kung fu practiced like Iron Sand Palm.

He had also asked vaguely before, but the other party didn't say anything clearly, only saying that he was avoiding disaster.

Seeing Chen Zhuo approaching, the master turned around and entered the room, and took out two machetes with scabbards and two sets of saber pouches, a total of forty throwing knives.

The knife had been sealed for six years, and when he wanted to use it, it had lost its sharpness, and its weight had changed a bit, so he looked around and found this shop to have it recast.

Chen Zhuo weighed it and was quite satisfied. He paid the money and turned back. Along the way, he also bought some of Gu Yu's favorite pastries, as well as two yellow croakers, some shrimp and crabs.

Although it is cheaper than the crabs in Jinmen, it is not too expensive.

Also on the same day, Zuo Zongsheng and Lin Heier set off for Hong Kong in Jinlou, and two elders who came out of the mountain on purpose all secretly entered the province and Hong Kong.

This battle must be won in one battle to strengthen morale.

In the midst of intensive planning, half a month passed quickly.

But at noon this day, a strange thing happened suddenly.

Chen Zhuo was massaging someone's muscles and bones, when a shout suddenly sounded from the street in front of the door.

"Sell knives!"

"If you know this knife, you won't get a penny, and if you don't know this knife, you won't sell it for a thousand gold!"

As soon as the rough and deep voice sounded in the street, it immediately attracted many people to watch.

This is really a rare thing.

It's not uncommon to sell things, and this is the first time to sell things like this.

Chen Zhuo listened amusedly, but he was secretly vigilant in his heart, his hair was in danger at the moment, such pretentious yelling, maybe it was a hidden murderous intention, and the comer was not good.

What's more, the commotion happened at the entrance of the medical hall, and it was clearly aimed at him.

"Could it be that you've read too much Journey to the West?"

He jokingly smiled and looked around.

Under the stone steps at the door, a group of people surrounded a thin old man and muttered something, but after wandering around one by one, they all walked away cursing.

The man was yelling and selling knives, but there was no sign of a knife on his body.

Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, walked to the door, and tentatively said to him, "Hehe, where is the knife, show it to us."

The old man has a gray beard and a calm demeanor. He wears a pair of blue wide-leg bloomers with wide crotch, a pair of tattered straw sandals on his feet, and a gray jacket on his upper body. Pressing shredded tobacco into the mouth of the smoke pot, he said indifferently without looking at it: "The knife is on the old man, find it, and give it to you."

While talking, the old man had already struck a match, brought the flame close to the mouth of the smoke pot, and began to suck it. After a while, smoke came out of his mouth and nose, and he spoke with an authentic northern accent.

Zuo Zongsheng and Chen Zhuo glanced at each other, each focused on each other, Lin Hei'er and Gu Yu in the room also secretly raised their energy and lowered their breath.

Chen Zhuo took a closer look at the old man's whole body.

This person's sleeves are tightly stretched, and his short jacket is tight, there is no place to hide a knife. As for the wide-leg bloomers, the cuffs of the trousers are tightly tucked, and the waist is tightly wrapped, which is definitely not suitable for holding a knife.

There is no gap at all.

Moreover, hiding the knife is only for the purpose of drawing it out. If an expert who uses a knife wants to hide the knife, he will never hide it below the waist.

Zuo Zongsheng's eyes were like cold lightning, he glanced quickly, and was about to speak, but Chen Zhuo signaled to be calm and don't be impatient.

His eyes lit up, he looked at the old man's waist, and said with a smile: "Since your honor is coming for me, I will follow your wishes and help you solve your doubts."

The old man bared a row of yellow teeth, and smiled, "Okay, then you can talk about it carefully."

Chen Zhuo came out of the clinic, turned his eyes around the old man, and dropped his hands naturally by his side, and said softly: "Ordinary people only know hard knives, but they don't know that there is another kind of soft knives in this world. When I was in the pass, I heard An old swordsman mentioned that there is a kind of soft knife called "Burman knife" in this world. It is not put in the sheath, but only hidden in the dark. Under the clothes, it's hard to defend... how dare you take off your belt?"

Not only that, Chen Zhuo was already paying attention to the opponent's hands.

His fists, eyes and joints are thick, and the muscles on the back of his hands are stretched, so he should be a good boxer.

The old man chuckled and didn't untie his belt, but stretched out his hand and flicked it past his waist.

"bass!"

The sound of screaming suddenly broke through the air, and a soft knife fell through the air like a dragon snake jumping rapidly, flew several feet, and stabbed obliquely in front of Chen Zhuo, trembling non-stop.

But when Chen Zhuo took a closer look, the old man selling knives had disappeared.

"Boy, this knife is given to you, so you have to think about it."

(End of this chapter)