The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 85

"call out!"

A sharp whistle sounded in the street.

At both ends of the long street, many patrolmen came one after another. Just hearing the deafening sound of gunfire tearing through the sky, the serious patrolmen all changed their expressions and looked at each other with trembling legs.

These people bully the weak and fear the strong, and do all kinds of bad things, and they are the ones who cherish their lives the most.

The sheriff is a Chinese with a foreign name, Smith; he is in charge of several areas in and around Central. He is short in stature but cautious. As he is, he knows who is fighting inside.

At one end of the long street, more than a dozen rickshaw drivers crowded together. They seemed to have had a quarrel over a trivial matter. The road was also piled up with a lot of sundries. Only the sound of gunshots could be heard, but no one dared to enter.

Smith comforted the frightened horse under his seat, and ordered the people under him: "What are you still standing there for? Move things away!"

"Don't panic, Sheriff, we will help you!"

Seeing this, many onlookers rushed over eagerly.

But that dawdling movement was clearly delaying time, and Smith's face turned black from anger.

He raised his horsewhip and was about to drive them away, when he suddenly saw an old man with his head lowered and moving things approaching and said in a low voice with a smile: "The little old man is a head of the Hong Gang, and today I am here to support you for the sake of the loyalty of the whole world." , I hope the superintendent sells thin noodles, and if things go well, there will be good rewards; if it doesn’t work, you will destroy my brother’s loyalty, and you will have to sleep with your eyes open in the future.”

While talking and laughing, the old man lifted his coat without a trace. Smith originally wanted to say a few words, but when he took advantage of the situation, his heartbeat almost stopped, and his face turned pale.

Ganqing hides a ring of explosives under the gown.

It's not just this one, there are a dozen or so fellows around who are helping each other, all of them are bulging under their clothes, and most of them are hiding things.

Smith's forehead was sweating, but he still pretended to be calm, lowered his voice and said angrily, "There's too much movement, how can I explain to the British?"

The old man chuckled, "Don't worry, money can turn ghosts around these days, and everything has been taken care of. As for the remaining mess, the brothers will definitely clean it up, and I will wash it for you again before dark." ...I will send the things to your house at dawn tomorrow."

The old man was very thoughtful, and he really knew how to be a human being, and he spoke impeccably. The face was given, and the benefits might be gained. After hearing this, Smith could only pretend to say a few words.

Soon.

"Look, someone has come out!"

Some pointed along the street with sharp eyes.

I saw a man covered in blood staggering towards this side, covered in knife wounds, limping, and opening his mouth to stretch out his hand.

But not far away, a throwing knife suddenly flew from the corner at the end of the field of vision, and a figure of Youdao could be faintly seen flashing past.

The throwing knife was shaped like a willow leaf, spinning sharply, drawing an arc trajectory in the eyes of everyone, nailed it to the back of the man's head impartially, and fell to the ground immediately.

The old man pouted angrily at the onlookers behind him, and immediately walked out dozens of people, making Smith's eyelids twitch wildly.

"Master Sheriff, the weather is a bit hot right now, why don't we do the work of collecting the corpses for you, otherwise it will stink later and cause the plague again..."

Smith could see that today he was just a show, and waved his hand impatiently, "Go, go, go!"

A group of people immediately moved the stacked sundries out of the opening, and rushed in quickly pushing carts one after another.

In half a cup of tea, the first cart of corpses was pulled out, and the cart was full of bloody stumps and arms, making the viewers sick.

Then the second car, the third car...

It was almost evening, in the backyard of the Li Mansion.

Several bloody figures slid in through the back door.

Chen Zhuo carried the Elder Bai Liansu who was cultivating inner alchemy on his back, and hurriedly picked a gentle place to put it down.

But people are dying.

This person practiced a kung fu called "Five Thunder Palms", which uses the inner breath to arouse the qi of the five internal organs into strength, and the movement of the palm is like thunder, with extraordinary power.It's just that the eunuch surnamed Gao had broken his palm with broken sword fragments before, and counted his palms correctly, and then he was blown away by the terrifying force of horizontal training. It is impossible to save.

The old woman's face was like gold paper, she lay flat on the ground, looked at Gu Yu, and forced a smile, "Girl Yu, birth, old age, sickness and death are all deterministic, so you don't have to be sad for me, but we won't be able to protect you from now on... I have seen through it all my life, the world has changed, and the era of dancing knives and guns is over. From now on, you should live with the surname Chen, and it is best to stay away from this rivers and lakes... go far... far away... …Don't……"

Before he could finish his words, his breath was already broken in his throat.

Gu Yu couldn't stop crying when he saw it, and wept sadly.

Chen Zhuo also looked silently, and reached out his hand to close the other's eyes.

He didn't know the name of this person at all, and because of Gu Yu, he still had a prejudice against him, but he still helped him, risking his life to save him, not wanting to escape unscathed.

He was feeling sad, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Li Luoneng staggering and tottering, he couldn't help being surprised, "Master Patriarch, are you alright?"

Li Luoneng stabilized his feet, and said in a full-fledged manner: "What can the old man do?"

It's just that a few people saw his red face darken visible to the naked eye, and they all panicked.

Zuo Zongsheng said anxiously: "Take a break and take a breath."

When the old man sat down on the armchair, he laughed, "The old man has been panting for a long time, and if he breathed any more, he would be like those old immortals... But I don't want to be so useless, I'm afraid I have to swallow this breath ... You also have to keep in mind that when a man is born in this world, he stands up to the heavens and stands on the ground, exhales and raises his eyebrows when he lives, and dies happily when he dies, and he has to live or die, lingering on his last breath, and lose his heart and dignity for nothing."

Everyone's minds were shaken, and sadness came from it.

Lin Heier handed over a few pieces of Huang Jing from the side, which were found from the old eunuch's body.

Li Luoneng didn't refuse, and after chewing two pieces, his face recovered a little, "Enough...enough..."

He looked at Chen Zhuo, Zuo Zongsheng, Gu Yu, Lin Hei'er, and Du Xinwu. He reached out and shook his hand, but was caught by Chen Zhuo. He smiled calmly and said, "There's nothing to be sad about. The tone is just to look at you and the latecomers; you are just grandmasters who dare to question those old monsters for the sake of the world. My generation is inferior to you.

Li Luoneng breathed a sigh of relief at this point, leaned back, and lay on the bamboo chair, looked away from Chen Zhuo, looked at the blue sky, his eyes seemed to have drifted away, and said: "Fortunately, Wu After studying for thousands of years, the people in my generation will eventually have successors... This records the division of the realm of martial arts and the detailed explanation of the six senses that I have sorted out, and today it will be passed on to future generations... Hahaha... Look Come on, these two old bastards finally failed to re-enter the secular world one step ahead of me... Hahaha... I am so happy... I will die with peace of mind, I will go!"

The old man took out a book from his bosom, handed it to the air, finished speaking, laughed a few times, and closed his eyes.

"thump!"

Chen Zhuo and Zuo Zongsheng knelt together and bowed their heads.

　Let me say it again... I don't know what some people think. I write about martial arts. Why do people have to tell me that industry should save the country and science should save the world? Someone asked me to drop a nuclear bomb. If I didn't do it, I would be practicing martial arts and being stupid.Are you out of your mind?

　　My writing about martial arts has something to do with time travelling. Why, I have to use the modern way of life to communicate with those people, and then write a few words in foreign language, make a few small inventions, and use some water to reflect the spirit of the time traveler. identity?

　　As I said at the beginning, I deliberately downplayed it, and don’t get entangled in the identity of the time traveler; and the panel is just a gold finger for time travel. If it wasn’t for catering to the market, I wouldn’t bother to add these two.It’s enough to mention it every now and then. I didn’t forget to set it up, and I didn’t write it down. Knowing what luck means... What’s the use of luck given to you at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China?Why do you want to build a country or be an emperor?That can only be said to be used when dynasties struggle for hegemony in the middle and late stages, and when the country changes.

　　There is also the heroine, I see that many people in Chapter 6 are scolding, I admit that the writing may be a bit rough, and because those chapters are relatively rough, it is not easy to change, so I am too lazy to move, but you can just discuss the facts , can you stop punching... the most convincing you can still catch up to the latest chapter...

　　
　
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