Roaming In The World Of Film And Television

Chapter 541-Eight Trigrams

As soon as the news of Gong Baosen’s death came out, Gong Er rushed back after receiving the telegram. The first stop to Fengtian Empress was not the palace house, but the waiting room of the railway station. Inside, the Elder at the Eight Trigrams gate of Xingyi was seated.

To say that the most prestigious is the third master and fifth master.

Now that they don’t know which wind is blowing, the two and their disciples and grandchildren appeared on the train going south, and they were sitting in front of Lin Yue.

Wu Ye said: “I heard that you learned from Liang Bi, the son of Liang Zan, and are now the top master of the Wing Chun School?”

The rate of speech is not hurried or slow, with a trace of vibrato.

Lin Yue said: “Don’t dare to be, Brother Yip Man’s Wing Chun boxing is no worse than mine.”

Wu Ye continued: “You said that you are a southern boxer who went all the way to the north to participate in the Hegong family. Did you stretch out your hands a little longer?”

When he came, Lin Yue sighed in his heart. The good way is that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps going. When these old bastards and Gong Er seek revenge on Ma San, they think that the big enemies will turn into small ones, and the little ones will turn into small ones. It’s so calm to let things go, but now I have taken care of Ma San, and I actually chased him on the train to settle accounts with him. Isn’t it really something?

Lin Yue curled his lips and said: “Is it long? I don’t think it is long. Borrowing a question from the old man, is the boxing divided into the north and the south, and the country divides the north and the south? Besides, the palace family and I have an old relationship, and I should help. ”

The fifth master said, “You know, Gong Er is the one who has been allowed to be a relative.”

“Isn’t this not married yet?” Lin Yuepi smiled and said without a smile: “What’s more, this matter has nothing to do with Gong Er’s marriage.”

In one sentence, the fifth master had no idea.

At this moment, the third master sitting on the chair over the aisle laughed.

“Do you have an old relationship with the Gong family? After learning a bowl of snake soup, you think of yourself as a clerk. What kind of thing are you.”

“What about you? Old dog.”

Let’s talk about who he wants to kill most when watching a movie for those old immortals in the Eight Trigrams of Xingyi.

This old dog is definitely number one.

Without Ding Lianshan, this old thing is the person with the highest seniority. Gong Er can fight again. From an ethical point of view, that is also a girl who is not easy to show up. He should have stood up and helped his niece to be fair, but the result? It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t avenge his second brother, and he also regards the whole thing as God’s will.

God wants Gong Baosen to die! God wants Ma San to surrender to the Japanese! God wants Gong Er not to take revenge!

Lin Yue stood up, with a pair of eight cutting knives in his hand.

“I rarely kill people myself, but today, since I’m here, don’t leave.”

“Heh…” San Ye followed and stood up: “Don’t go anymore? In a big tone, the palace family really produced a nest of unscrupulous beasts. The apprentice killed the Master, and the younger sister wanted to kill the brother and cook. The boy wanted to kill Elder in the door.”

“Kill you, because you should kill.” Lin Yue said: “In the case of Ma San, Gong Er only asked about gratitude, but when I came to my place, I also asked whether it was right or wrong.”

To say why these two old people would help Ma San speak, on the surface, they were thinking about the reputation of the palace family and obeying the last wish of Gong Baosen, but in fact, they were all playing their own small abacus.

Gong Er said that these people have been in Yin Gong family for many years. In other words, with the relationship with the palace family, they can live a life of five people and six. At that time, Gong Baosen joined hands with Ma San at the retreat ceremony in the north. At the retreat ceremony in the south, he also asked the old buddies in the south to take care of him. Then when he returned from Foshan, the old man lived a life of nurturing. Who will handle the matter of Eight Trigrams? Naturally, it’s the third horse.

For the sake of their own interests, they know who they need to have a good relationship with. Now Gong Baosen is dead, leaving a girl with no connections and no influence, Gong Er and Ma San, if they have to find a team, who will they choose? The answer is obvious, not to mention that Ma San is the chairman of the Fengtian Concord Association, who had taken a photo with the emperor of Manchuria and had a meal with the Japanese.

Like this kind of ungrateful, swayed by the wind, and even betrayed the national interests to become a member of the Association, the old dog who maintains the office will not frown if he kills all of them.

It has nothing to do with the sect’s enmity, it is about right and wrong.

The third master squinted his eyes and said, “You are looking for death.”

With eight cuts across the blade, Lin Yue didn’t say much, and slashed towards the third master sitting opposite.

Everyone didn’t expect him to say that he would do it, and a big black man near the aisle wanted to take a hand to contain it. They did not expect that the light and shadow flashed, his neck was cold, and then blood was gushing out.

He didn’t scare people, he came for real.

The man fell to the ground with a thump, and the third master got up in fright and ran away, looking neatly at all like an old man.

At this moment, the man wearing a sheepskin hat next to him took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed him. Lin Yue took the knife and sent it forward into the heart of the visitor with a single stroke. The same hand withdrawing his hand pressed the arm that was just shifted and pushed it back. , Puffed into the chest of a thin man who wanted to chop him.

It was the twelfth lunar month, and everyone in the car was wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, and the dagger just sank into the body, not piercing the vitals.

Lin Yue stepped on his feet, pressed the dagger into the thin man’s body, turned around and pulled out the two knives on the chest of the sheepskin hat to clamp the scimitar that fell from the side, and then swiped.

The blood was sprayed on the car windows, leaving a striking red.

After three breaths, looking from the outside, a cloud of blood spread on the window of the car, and then the face of the person sticking to it.

Three more breaths, with a bang, the eighth window of the carriage was smashed by an iron rod, and a middle-aged man with a deformed skull fell on the chair next to it.

…

There were more than twenty people in one carriage, but he didn’t get rid of him.

San Ye looked at the young man with Killing Intent on the opposite side.

“You… Your Master is Ding Lianshan, and I am your uncle. Killing me is to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor. You are not as good as a beast.”

Just now I asked him to be a culinary servant, and now he is a nephew again, which is really ridiculous.

Lin Yue curled his lips and thrust a knife into the old man’s chest.

“Do you know why Old Man Ding never officially taught me Xingyiquan and Eight Trigrams? Because he knows that I am a moral person, but I don’t follow the rules.”

He drew the knife out, blood poured out, and the old thing swallowed one last breath.

Tick, tick, tick…

The blood fell from the tip of the knife and slapped the floor. There was a corpse lying on the floor in the carriage, the smell of blood being chopped by the wind poured in from the broken window.

Wu Ye watched him move back, accidentally tripping over the suitcase placed under the seat. When he finished, he quickly got up and turned to the end of the car to flee, shouting for help while running.

At this time, the car door at the junction opened, and a Daoist shadow flashed in front of him. Lin Yue noticed three Japanese corpses lying down a little further away.

Wu Ye moved a few weak fists and feet, was pinched by the throat and pushed against the wall of the carriage, hitting a lot of meat and vegetables, and then the man picked up the 38-type rifle on the ground and stabbed several times. , Opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood and twitched for a few times, and there was no movement.

Lin Yue frowned and said, “Why did you follow?”