Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 346 Ishihara Ichiro

Capital city, Yanwu Hall.

Representatives of various alien forces in the capital gathered in the reception room of Yanwu Hall, waiting for Wang Yi to arrive.

However, none of them was optimistic that the defenders of Pingjin would be able to hold the capital once the war broke out.

Just as they were discussing how to deal with the Japanese entering the city, Wang arrived before they did.

"Everyone, sorry for the wait. Am I not late?"

When everyone looked in the direction of the voice, Wang Yi was already standing at the door, clasping his hands and bowing to them.

Li Shuwen, the Yanwu Hall priest with the highest cultivation level on the field, also looked at Wang Yi, exchanged glances with him, then nodded and closed his eyes to rest.

Wang Yi also walked straight to his seat. Seeing that everyone was there, the head of Yanwu Hall waved his hand and asked the servant to bring tea and cakes, and then took everyone away and closed the door.

"It's not too late, everyone. Now that everyone is here, let's discuss the rules here."

Everyone looked at each other, and finally turned their eyes to Wang Yi. Among so many people present, Wang Yi was the only one who had the most dealings with the Japanese. It would be more accurate to say that they were all waiting for Wang Yi's opinion for reference rather than discussing this.

Wang Yi also understood, so he didn't even take a sip of tea or a bite of pastry, and just looked at the managers.

"Everyone, I just have one thing that I don't understand. When the Japanese invaded the area outside the Great Wall, the Fengtian Army fought a bloody battle with them for a year. The first thing I did when I came back from overseas was to allocate resources and personally escort the troops to the area outside the Great Wall. I also fought a battle with the Japanese outside the Great Wall, and I also sent a lot of evidence of the crimes the Japanese had committed against our compatriots outside the Great Wall. Haven't you seen the countless blood debts and wronged souls?"

What Wang Yi was talking about was naturally the newspaper in which he had exposed to the circle of supernatural beings inside the Great Wall about the Japanese conducting experiments on supernatural beings, immortals and ordinary people. Although it was suppressed by the National Government at the first time and not distributed, the circle of supernatural beings inside the Great Wall managed to get a copy with the help of Liu Wei. What Wang Yi wanted at the time was to let these fellows not have any illusions about the Japanese.

But he didn't expect that after he had done his work, when the eve of the outbreak of the full-scale war of resistance came, their performance made Wang Yi very disappointed.

"Yes, the blood debts and wronged souls are too numerous to list, but Wang Yi, you also have to understand that war means death. So many people die every year. In places unknown to you and me, there are such evil things as cutting people alive and killing animals. It doesn't matter whether they are Japanese or not. What's important is that we can't just think about the dead, we have to think about the living as well.

If the capital can be defended, we can risk our lives, contribute people and money, but if the capital cannot be defended, do we have to contribute people and money, and end up with the loss of our heritage? People who practice cultivation value life the most. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. Do the Japanese dare to do the same as they did outside the city after entering the city? I don’t think they dare. "

The wandering Taoist priest from Baiyun Temple spoke first, causing everyone to nod their heads.

Wang Yi was not angry and asked back.

"Master Yunyou, I dare to ask you a question. If the Japanese entered the city, apart from not attacking you, they raped and plundered the people in the city and committed all kinds of evil. At this time, would you also close the door of the meditation hall and recite the Huangting Sutra quietly? Can a cultivator compromise on anything for the sake of his life?"

"This... Alas, if there really comes such a day, how can I continue to recite the Huangting Sutra? I will have to fight against demons and defend the Dao. But even if that happens, I can only represent myself, not Baiyun Temple."

Wang Yi's rhetorical question stumped the wandering Taoist priest. In the end, he sighed and gave an answer that he wasn't sure whether it could be considered an answer or not.

But this answer was satisfactory to Wang Yi. He never expected that the circle of extraordinary people could unite as one and form an alliance to fight against the Japanese army in the early days of the War of Resistance. At least there had to be a trigger.

He looked at the others and continued, "My question to Taoist Master Yunyou is also my question to all of you. You are all heads of families, and so many people depend on you for food. You have to consider every move. I can understand that you are doing it for the sake of the living. But some things are not so simple to judge the pros and cons by life and death. For me, I will fight the Japanese to the end, until I die!

If the capital cannot be defended, I will go to Shanghai to fight the Japanese. If Shanghai cannot be defended, I will go to Nanjing to fight the Japanese again. If the capital cannot be defended, I will continue to fight. In short, in one sentence, wherever the Japanese army strikes, I will fight the Japanese there, until one of us dies!"

These words were powerful and made everyone present understand that they would never get a good result by discussing things with Wang Yi.

They have a large family and a great business, and it is impossible for them to move away from the capital with their whole family just because of the war. That would be more trouble than gain.

Wang Yi had already divided the company into six major regions, all of which operated independently.

He could gather a group of people wherever he went to continue to fight against the Japanese. Wang Yi did not force them or use moral blackmail on them. After expressing his views, he did not drink his tea or eat his cakes, and stood up to leave.

None of the heads of the families present wanted to stand up and see him off.

What they want is to survive in troubled times, while what Wang Yi wants is to abandon illusions and fight to the end. At present, the two are not on the same path.

No one could say that what the two sides insisted on was wrong, and just when Wang Yi was about to leave, Li Shuwen, who was the worshiper of Yanwu Hall, suddenly spoke up.

"Boss Wang, since you want to fight the Japanese to the end, I have a few useless disciples here. They are young and energetic. How about you take them to see blood and the world?"

As one of the four famous masters in the capital, Li Shuwen's words also attracted the attention of others.

Wang Yi also stopped and looked back at the old man who had many legends about him.

"Mr. Li, are you willing to do this? I can't guarantee how many of you will come back after I take you away."

"Boss Wang, you don't need to consider this for me. We martial artists practice different skills from Boss Wang. The people in the Xuanmen seek to ascend to heaven and attain the Tao. Everything in the world seems insignificant in front of ascending to heaven. We are different. We martial artists do not seek immortality or ascension. We only seek to live a life without regrets and live happily.

When Old Yu was still alive, he was in charge of the Beijing Forbidden Prison and had a match with the young man Wang Wu. He lost by one move. At that time, Old Yu asked Wang Wu, with his ability to become a Grand Master at such a young age, why did he wade into this muddy water? Wouldn't it be better to establish a school, recruit disciples, and pass on his skills? Guess how Wang Wu answered. "

"It is precisely because the people of the world today are indifferent that we must sacrifice our blood to awaken future generations, so that we can save this country and our nation."

"Hahaha, what you said is not much different from what Wang Wu said. That's why Old Yu retired from the sword and left. He has been with Mr. Lan, the new noble in Beijing, wanting to see where the descendants Wang Wu mentioned are. Before he died, he entrusted all Wang Wu's lifelong learning to me, asking me to hand it over to the descendants who can inherit Wang Wu's will. Now, I have seen it on behalf of Old Yu. This Wang Wu's sword manual is given to you. My few useless disciples may not be as good as you, Wang Yi, in other skills, but their passion is not much less than yours.

Take him away, let me see what Wang Wu and Tan Sitong are looking forward to tomorrow like. "

After saying that, he took out a booklet from Li Shuwen's arms and threw it towards Wang Yi.

Wang Yi took it and bowed to the old grandmaster who might pass away at any time.

When he opened the door, he saw the useless disciples that Li Shuwen had mentioned waiting for him at the door. "Master Wang, we are seven brothers, following the orders of our master and for the sake of our country. We are willing to serve you. We will go through fire and water. If we frown, you will kill us on the spot!"

"Since we are all here to save the country and the people, why should we distinguish between you and me? Just join me."

When Wang Yi went to the meeting, he was alone, but when he left, he was accompanied by several like-minded people.

The door opened, and Wang Yi left with several of Li Shuwen's disciples. The remaining heads of several families also stood there, watching Wang Yi and his group stride forward without any reluctance, and remained indifferent.

It wasn't until Wu Yuanzhen, the head of Yanwu Hall, spoke up to break the deadlock.

"Old man, you are roasting us all on the fire."

"Yes, Mr. Li, are we really afraid of death? But we have no choice. The Boxer Rebellion in the Qing Dynasty is just before our eyes. The current government is even more powerful than the previous Qing Dynasty. Even if we die for our country, what can we get in return? Instead of becoming a pawn of the government, it is better to save ourselves. We can also lend a hand to help."

Listening to the younger generation of family heads around him chattering in his ears, Li Shuwen did not explain much, but turned and left, leaving only one sentence echoing in their ears.

"What Mr. Tan said before he was executed is true. To accomplish great things, you either achieve great success or great failure. There is no middle ground. You are not in control of yourself? Only you know what you are thinking. If you are not in control of your heart, how can you control your body? There is still a lot of time. Think about it carefully."

Looking at Li Shuwen's back, the heads of the families looked at each other, and finally parted on bad terms.

Wang Yi walked on the street with the seven disciples sent by Li Shuwen.

It is now March, the warmest month of spring, and we are about to enter midsummer, but the streets of the capital are filled with a sense of dusk. Pedestrians walking on the streets all look listless, chatting about the recent conflict between the Japanese troops stationed in Fengtai and the defenders of Pingjin, as if they were talking about family matters.

When passing by a roadside wonton shop, Wang stopped unconsciously due to the conversation between the owner and the waiter.

"Hey, I heard that the Japanese have taken over the areas outside the Great Wall, and now they are planning to take over our areas inside the Great Wall as well. If the Japanese really want to enter the capital, we should make plans early and move away quickly."

"I said you are stupid, I am praising you a little bit. What if the Japanese invaded the capital? We should just do what we should do. What can the Japanese do to us?"

"When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head!"

"Whose roof? The roof of our Republic of China! Even if the Japanese come, they will be under the roof of our Republic of China!"

"But we lost after all."

"Defeated? So what? Haven't we been defeated since the Yuan Taizu? But did the Yuan people just stop? Didn't they go back to the grasslands to herd sheep in about a hundred years? Later, the Qing Dynasty entered the pass. Hey, send Tang over."

"Eh."

While they were chatting, the boss prepared another bowl of wontons, asked the waiter to pass it to the customer, and continued talking.

"When the Qing dynasty entered the Great Wall, they were very arrogant at first. They said they would abolish the imperial examination system, forbid Chinese women from binding their feet, and promote Westernization. But what happened in the end? The Qing dynasty finally fell. It deserved to fall! Aren't we living outside the Great Wall licking the stinky feet of the Japanese and calling them our dear father? Who lost, we didn't. So the Japanese are more skilled than the Qing dynasty? Are they more powerful?
Here, whoever comes will lose! Just look at our wontons. When the Manchus come, they still eat and drink them. But when the Japanese come, they don’t eat or drink them, right? "

It was unclear whether it was nonsense or truth in these words, but the guy was stunned. While helping out, he was also agreeing with his boss.

"That's true. On the surface, we lost, but in the end, didn't the Yuan and Manchu people follow us? The Japanese are probably the same as the Yuan and Manchu people, so we still win."

"That's right. Do you know why? Come on, come and take a look at my pot of soup."

"I saw it, what's the matter?"

"What? Let me tell you, this pot of soup has been cooked since my great-grandfather's generation. My great-grandfather put duck in it, my great-grandfather put pig bone marrow in it, my grandfather put duck skin in it, my father put sheep's head in it, and I put beef bones in it. I'm telling you, this pot of soup in my house has five generations of seasonings. When the Japanese really enter the capital, I will use this pot of soup in my house to kill them!"

Wang Yi didn't know whether to laugh or be angry at this Ah Q-spirited self-consolation, but he was indeed attracted by the words of the boss who had been running the wonton shop for five generations.

He really wanted to try what this wonton soup with five generations of seasonings tasted like.

Just as Wang Yi was about to invite the Wu family disciples following him to have a taste, he also looked forward.

A well-dressed young man stood in front of Wang Yi with a warm smile, and next to him was a fifty-year-old man wearing a kimono.

When their eyes met, Wang Yi recognized that the fifty-year-old man was the guy with whom he had secretly fought a few days ago. Wang Yi was a little curious about the identity of the man who could have such a master following him.

"As expected, China's long history is great. I've just arrived in Beijing and I've seen a wonton shop that has been around for five generations. Mr. Amakusa, are you interested in trying one?"

"my pleasure."

The old man and the young boy sat down in such a carefree manner, and the wonton shop owner who had been bragging to his servants just now now stood there like a quail, without any of his previous majesty.

The guests around also realized that something was wrong and quickly left after eating a few bites without even having time to pay.

"My two lords, what would you like to order?"

The guy's voice was trembling, but he still had to muster up the courage to step forward and ask.

The young man didn't answer, but just looked at Wang Yi and smiled.

"Your Excellency Wang Yi, I am Ishihara Ichiro. I wonder if I would have the honor to invite you to taste these wontons with me?"

Seeing that the other party was clearly coming for him, Wang Yi pointed to the table next to him and asked the seven Wu family disciples behind him to sit down. He also sat in front of Ishihara Ichiro and confronted the old man and the young man.

(End of this chapter)