Movies and TV: Starting from a generation of masters

Chapter 181
Wang Jiazhi shook her head gently: "No, don't get me wrong.

"I just think that what you asked Er Dong to do should be very important to you.

"I want to go to America and help you!"

Luo Heng was slightly taken aback.

Sighing: "Did you see it? This matter is indeed very important.

"But America is not a kind place. Because Erdong is of mixed race, she looks no different from a Western woman. You can't tell from her appearance.

"She can easily integrate into local life there, but it would be too dangerous for you to do this."

Wang Jiazhi insisted: "Can it be more dangerous than me being close to a spy leader like Yi Mocheng?
"You also said that Erdong can blend into the circle of foreigners because of his appearance.

"I'll go with her, just in time to do something!"

Luo Heng looked seriously into Wang Jiazhi's eyes and thought for a moment.

He said softly: "Have you thought about it? This trip won't last for a month or two. You will have to stay there for at least a few years."

Wang Jiazhi nodded: "It only takes a few years, I will help you!"

Their eyes met, and Wang Jiazhi did not dodge.

Luo Heng stared at her for a long time, then reached out and gently embraced her into his arms.

With Wang Jiazhi's intelligence, she also went to university in Hong Kong Island.

Another father went abroad.

There was no need for Luo Heng to remind him of external matters.

Even so, she still offered to accompany Erdong to America. Of course Luo Heng was a little moved.

It’s all affection!
What can I say?

"Hey! Let's talk about this later..."

Wang Jiazhi noticed the movements of Luo Heng's hands.

Surprised: "Why are you here again?"

Luo Heng chuckled: "Doesn't this compensate you?"

In the past, when our cultivation level was not high enough, we could only sigh in vain and support our waist.

Now he is a quasi-grandmaster with one foot in the Huajin Gate, and his muscles can be controlled freely by his heart!

"Oh...wait a minute...I'm tired, I really can't do it anymore..."

What are you thinking?

How is it possible to replace someone at this time?

They can't run away either!
Don't take advantage of the time when you are young and have good physical strength to enjoy yourself.

When you get older and can only move your mouth, drooling all over her and unable to do anything else, it will be too late to regret!

After a while, the war started again...

Of course Wang Jiazhi's physical strength cannot be compared with Luo Heng's.

Looking at Wang Jiazhi, who was so tired that he collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.

Luo Heng gently covered her with the quilt.

Get out of bed softly.

I left this time and I don’t know when I will come back.

Of course, the backyard must be arranged properly.

Luo Heng quietly closed the door without noticing it after he walked out of the room.

Wang Jiazhi, who was already asleep, silently opened her eyes...

There was no light in the small hall, so it was pitch dark.

As soon as Luo Heng left the room, he keenly noticed a figure sitting there in the darkness.

"You're up so late at night, what are you doing sitting here?"

With Luo Heng's current eyesight, he could easily tell the difference through the moonlight outside the window.

Who is the man in the dark.

"What you promised me has not been fulfilled yet..."

Erdong lowered his voice, with a hint of sourness in his tone.

Luo Heng was stunned, promised her something?
"I've already thought about it..."

In fact, Luo Heng only had a vague idea about America's Manhattan Project.

It is a rainy day.

After all, back in this era, we know the impact of mass murder weapons on the world structure.

It would be absolutely impossible for Luo Heng not to be moved.

Thinking of what I just discussed with Wang Jiazhi.

Maybe... we can really let them go there together?

Erdong slowly walked up to Luo Heng and raised his hand to put on Luo Heng's chest.

In the darkness, a faint fragrance penetrates your nose...

During their time together, the two of them had actually discussed this topic more than once.

Now that she had decided everything, Luo Heng no longer hesitated.

All I can say is that it is nothing but good...

Not long after, I looked at Erdong who had fallen asleep.

Luo Heng came to another room.

It's inevitable that Gong Liu's words will be offended.

Fortunately, Ayan is here, probably because of her past relationship, and is very cooperative.

Rao is Luo Hengtie's waist.

The deep courtyard is quiet, the small courtyard is empty, and the intermittent cold wind blows.

Helpless, the night is long and I can't sleep, and the moon sounds and the curtain closes...

On the top floor of the tenement building, there was constant sound of anvils all night!
I almost missed my departure time in the morning.

Around eight o'clock, Ma San, Chen Shi and others were standing at the street corner.

Luo Heng put his hands on his hips and sighed secretly, no matter how good his skills were, he couldn't withstand this torment.

Now I finally know why those who become emperors rarely live long.

This stuff needs to be done in moderation!
The fourth brother called Mengshan, and the truck he found arrived soon.

Hong Kong Island needs the senior brother to stay and take charge of the renovation and prepare for the reopening of the martial arts gym.

Luo Heng also took out the signboard brought from Foshan.

Although the senior brother was also curious and asked how Luo Heng brought this plaque if he didn't see it yesterday.

But Luo Heng used words to prevaricate him.

Originally, senior brother wanted third senior brother Wang Huashun to accompany Luo Heng to Shanghai.

He was also rejected by Luo Heng.

Finally, he set off with Luo Heng.

There were only two people, Chen Shi and Ma San.

Fortunately, I am going back to Shanghai this time.

Gong Liu, A Yan, Yue Ya Hong and the other girls all had unpleasant experiences in Shanghai.

He has no intention of returning to Shanghai with Luo Heng.

Luo Heng was generous.

Originally it was just for Zhao Mengshan's face.

The truck driver agreed to let the three people sit on the cargo in the truck bed and take them back to Guangzhou.

On the way, he collected a piece of gold from Luo Heng.

Immediately enthusiastic.

If Luo Heng hadn't known how to drive a truck, he would have almost given up the driver's seat to Luo Heng.

Unfortunately, Luo Heng's driving skills were not used in the truck, so he could only work with Ma San and Chen Shi.

Squeezed in behind the driver's seat.

For this reason, the driver also drove a companion who was escorting the car into the truck compartment...

When several people arrived in Guangzhou.

I also saw some wanted pictures posted on the streets.

However, Luo Heng acted quickly when he blew up Marshal Liu that day.

Although he fought with those soldiers, he did not let them see his face.

The portrait was so distorted that Luo Heng himself couldn't recognize who it was.

The three of them went straight to Guangzhou Railway Station without delay.

Luo Heng is not short of money, and there is no real-name system these days.

The three of them boarded the train to Shanghai smoothly.

The long journey began again.

The group of people working hard on Hong Kong Island, and the poor road conditions these days, didn't get much rest in the truck.

After getting on the train, Luo Heng was in no mood and chatted with Ma San and Chen Shi...

Along with the rhythmic sound of the train running, start to close your eyes and relax!
Shanghai.

Black Dragon Association Dojo in Hongkou Concession.

More than a dozen strong young men in martial arts uniforms stood in a circle, holding ebony swords in their hands.

Sawada Keyi stood in the field with a cold expression.

His eyes were covered with black strips of cloth, and his hands were empty.

"Are you ready? Let's get started!"

Following Sawada Kenichi's indifferent order.

More than ten warriors around him raised their ebony swords and attacked Sawada Kenichi from all directions at the same time.

Sawada Keyichi stepped on the wooden floor with his bare feet.

It makes a dull thud.

Avoid the two fastest wooden swords.

The next moment, his hands were as fast as lightning.

With two snaps, the two young men were knocked back.

He took two steps forward and let out two more groans of pain.

It was only a few seconds before and after.

More than ten warriors holding wooden swords all fell to the ground.

clap clap clap...

There was applause from the side.

Sawada Key raised his hand and took off the black cloth covering his eyes.

He glanced at President Yamamoto who was applauding.

He shook his head with a cold expression: "Trash!"

Yamamoto smiled and said: "It's Mr. Sawada, your martial arts has reached perfection, and they can no longer pose a threat to you."

Kenichi Sawada shook his head and said: "Perfection in Chinese Kung Fu is a manifestation of a profound state of cultivation.

“Although I have touched the threshold of this realm in recent years.

"But I haven't fully grasped it. One of the purposes of coming to China this time is to take this opportunity to visit some Chinese folk masters.

"Using the efforts of those people to hone my martial arts skills will help me take this final step."

Yamamoto asked in surprise: "I have also heard that Mr. Sawada once visited the masters of various schools in China.

"And got those people to teach them skills. Could it be that Mr. Sawada didn't learn their kung fu back then?"

The fallen warrior did not dare to disturb the conversation between the two big men.

Silently supporting each other, they climbed up from the ground.

Enduring the severe pain in his body, he left quickly.

Every time he looked at Zetian, who had a calm face, he was filled with awe.

"There are many schools of Kung Fu in China, and what I learned back then was just a drop in the bucket. "With my current strength, the masters among the people who taught me Kung Fu back then are just a drop in the bucket."

"It won't help me much anymore. I'll wait until the end of the ring on the second day of February.

"I'm going north to find Mr. Gong, who is known as the number one martial artist in China, and ask for advice face to face."

Yamamoto fiddled with the tea set on the table.

He shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "Zetian-kun doesn't know something, we have dealt with the Gong family several times in the Northeast over the years.

"That Mr. Gong is not an easy person to talk to. If he hadn't come forward this time, he would have launched an initiative in the newspaper.

"The empire's martial arts competitions will not have so many twists and turns."

Sawada took the tea from Yamamoto.

It was as if he didn't even notice how hot the water that had just been boiled was.

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

He said coldly: "The Hongkou Arena on the second day of February is the starting point.

"When I defeat the Chinese warriors who come to challenge me, I will challenge them all the way to the northeast.

"I don't believe that as the leader of the Chinese Martial Arts Alliance, he can still hide!"

Yamamoto laughed: "Haha, Sawada-kun has a brilliant idea.

“Chinese people always have a heroic plot in their thinking.

"Sawada-kun has single-handedly swept through the Chinese martial arts world. Gong Baosen must not sit back and watch!"

After saying that, he hesitated and asked: "Is Mr. Zetian really sure of this?"

Zetian's eyes changed.

The palm of the hand is slightly exerted.

The small white porcelain cup held in the palm of my hand made a crunching sound.

Yamamoto's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at Sawada Kenichi's hand.

All he saw was a thin cloud of white sand falling from his fingers...

"This……"

Yamamoto made a sound in surprise, with a hint of horror in his eyes.

Zetian slowly opened his palms.

Except for the fine powder still stained in the palm prints, the teacup in his hand has disappeared.

How could he crush a porcelain teacup into powder with the force of a single palm?
Yamamoto's eyes lit up.

He asked with a slight tremor in his tone: "I heard that those with advanced martial arts can detect the trajectory of bullets in advance with their keen perception.

"So you can dodge in advance, and ordinary guns can't deal with it. I don't know if it's true or not?"

The corners of Sawada Keyichi's mouth curved slightly.

He said coldly: "Mr. Yamamoto, if you want to know the truth, it's not difficult. Just ask someone to get a gun."

Yamamoto's eyes shone: "Sawada-kun, you mean you can give it a try now?"

Sawada Kenichi did not say anything.

However, the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

Yamamoto pulled out a pistol from his waist and put it on the table.

"Sawada-kun, what do you think you should try?"

Sawada glanced at the pistol from the corner of his eye, and said in a somewhat contemptuous tone: "Within ten steps, the gun can't move faster than me.

"Ten steps away, one handful is not enough..."

Those young samurai who had just been knocked down by Sawada.

Hearing this sentence, everyone looked surprised.

Zetian pointed at someone casually and said calmly: "Come here and pick up this gun..."

The young warrior followed the instructions and stepped forward.

After picking up the gun, he looked at Kenichi Sawada hesitantly.

But Sawada Keyichi was sitting there on his knees, not moving.

Pointing to the position where he had just stood, he said calmly: "Go back there and shoot me."

Young samurai holding pistol.

Walk back to your place.

The dozen or so samurai around, as well as Yamamoto, all looked at this scene with some anticipation.

Although everyone knows what happens next.

However, I still couldn't help but start to get nervous.

The young samurai holding a pistol walked back to his position.

It was almost exactly ten steps away from Sawada Kenichi.

The most important thing is that the direction he is in is not in front of Sawada Kenichi.

Rather, it is slightly further laterally.

Look at Sawada Kenichi again, sitting there steadily without even looking at him.

Did he just want to dodge the bullet without looking at himself?

With such a short distance, if you dodge after hearing the gunfire, it will definitely be too late, right?
The young samurai raised his gun hesitantly.

There was hesitation on his face, and his steady hands were trembling slightly as he had been practicing martial arts on weekdays.

Sawada Kenichi slowly turned his head and scolded in a deep voice with no expression on his face: "Baga! The most important thing for a samurai is to be calm.

"If you hold a gun in your hand and don't dare to fire it, you won't be able to achieve anything in martial arts in this life!"

Yamamoto was also a little surprised.

Originally, he thought that Sawada would shoot him head-on.

But judging from his appearance, is it really necessary to look at the gunman?
Sawada Kenichi turned back and continued: "Just shoot.

"If I really get shot, I won't blame you!"

The young samurai finally made up his mind and shouted: "Hi!"

He raised the pistol firmly and pulled the trigger in the direction of Sawada Kenichi.

Bang!
A gunshot shook everyone's ears.

Just as the gunshots went off.

Sawada Keyichi, who was sitting on his knees, seemed to be teleporting.

Suddenly disappeared in place.

Yamamoto's eyes widened, and his eyes almost touched the lenses of his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Looking at the position where Sawada Keyichi was sitting on his knees just now, there was a hole as thick as a finger on the floor.

There is still smoke curling up.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something.

He looked up at the samurai who fired.

Then Kenichi Sawada arrived at the samurai's side at some unknown moment.

One hand was raised as a palm, with four fingers together, hanging in front of the young warrior's throat.

Combined with Sawada's martial arts.

No one would doubt what would have happened to the young warrior if this slap had hit his throat.

That must have been his throat being crushed and him suffocating to death!

"This...Sawada-kun..."

Yamamoto subconsciously murmured Sawada Kenichi's name.

Sawada Kenichi slowly retracted his hand.

He snatched the gun from the hands of the stunned samurai who dared not move.

Turn around and walk to the table.

He handed the pistol to Yamamoto and smiled softly: "Mr. Yamamoto, you have reached my level.

“I have become acutely aware of the malice directed at me in the surrounding environment.

"As long as the distance is not too far, I can know it in advance and dodge and counterattack under the threat of death.

"So, it would be very difficult for one or two gunmen to assassinate a martial artist like me..."

Yamamoto nodded stiffly.

Suddenly he remembered something and his eyes flashed.

"Sawada-kun is so powerful, something happened, I hope you can help!"

Sawada Key nodded and asked, "I wonder what it is?"

Yamamoto stood up and said, "Come with me to Pudong.

"The one named Wu is because the empire promised to move the martial arts competition venue to Shanghai.

“I have earned a lot of fame, and now almost everyone in Shanghai is praising Marshal Wu as a national hero.

"Behind the martial arts forces, there is the secret support of Italy and France.

"Recently, I have been paying less and less attention to the empire. Yesterday, I actually proposed that the arena be moved to Pudong, their territory..."

Sawada frowned slightly: "What do you mean, Mr. Yamamoto?"

"Sawada-kun is going to Pudong with me to teach that guy a lesson and let him know that he is just a dog of Westerners.

"You are not qualified to challenge our Great Japanese Empire! We agreed to move the venue not because of him..."

Shanghai.

At Zhabei Station, a train slowly entered the platform...

Several days on the road.

Everyone else is exhausted.

Even masters like Ma San and Chen Shi were a little sleepy and tired.

Only Luo Heng was very energetic.

He didn't look tired from the journey at all.

"This train went smoothly. It arrived much earlier than we expected."

The three walked out of the station.

Ma San sighed casually.

Remembering the last time they returned to Shanghai, the two met Wu Qi at the station, but they ran away...

Can't help but smile a little.

"Come on, let's go to Pudong first and look for a horse to walk around. This year is over.

"I don't know what that guy's movies are like."

Luo Heng waved his hand to summon a rickshaw and smiled at the two of them.

Ma San shook his head and looked at Luo Heng.

I don't want to expose it to my face.

Were you looking for a horse to spend some time with?It’s true to find Miss Wu!
The night I left Hong Kong Island, the sound of pounding anvils never stopped upstairs.

But it disturbed the sleep of Ma San and the others, whose Qi strength had reached their ears!
Luo Heng didn't expect this.

Give the coachman the address of the Wu family's marshal's residence.

The coachman shouted to the husband to sit still and remind him.

Several people revisited their old places...

Soon we crossed the Huangpu Bridge and saw the wide open space in front of the Marshal's Mansion from a distance.

It is different from the previous few times when the front door of the Marshal's Mansion was deserted.

This time, there was obviously a lot of excitement in front of the Marshal's Mansion.

Several cars were parked not far away.

There are also many luxuriously decorated carriages.

Guests dressed in different styles walked out of the Marshal's residence and politely said goodbye to the concierge.

Luo Heng didn't hesitate and walked forward directly.

Find the concierge who is seeing guests off...

(End of this chapter)