In the moonlit willow branches, people meet after dusk.
With springs in every house and poplars hanging in every household, Jinan was once the most unique "spring city" in the north. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "Jinan is as chic as the south of the Yangtze River."
Chen Baoxiang had something on his mind and couldn't eat or drink.
Luo Hongying tried her best to endure it, but the wound was too painful. Every time she moved her body, she made a gasping sound.
Long Qianli's face became increasingly gloomy as he checked the short knife in his left sleeve and the short gun in his right boot over and over again.
"Boss Chen, everything is like a dream. The brothers of the Sharpshooter Society traveled from the north to Southeast Asia and killed more than a hundred Japanese spies and military officials. They also helped the Allies to assassinate German and Italian officers and more than three hundred spies. Although we
We did not defend Shanhaiguan, but we continued to resist the Japanese. The banner of the Sharpshooter Association is always there, which is enough to comfort the heroic spirit of the old commander."
Chen Baoxiang listened silently. He couldn't think about that far away and only focused on the present Jinan.
Kill Zhao Wuji and save Luo Hongying... It would be best to kill Yu Shutong as well, so that the traitor lackeys and scum can't leave Jinan alive.
In the world of martial arts, people learn a skill and must use it on the right path.
What's the difference between someone like Zao Wou-Ki and a rotten pig or a rotten dog?
For some reason, he thought of Lian Chengbi and Gu Lanchun.
It’s time for Jinan to produce some great heroes. Otherwise, could only poets like Li Yian and Xin Jiaxuan kill all the Japanese with their dance, writing, poetry and songs?
"Boss Chen, thank you very much this time."
Long Qianli's voice became heavier and heavier, but his eyes were very sincere.
"Jiu Dangjia didn't deserve to die. She didn't threaten Zhao Wuji and didn't say a word on the spot. Before, every time she mentioned Zhao Wuki, she always called him "third brother", but what she got in return was a stab in the chest. I am a spectator.
, but I can’t swallow this breath.”
"Yes, Xiao Jiumei is the most well-behaved. When she marries the fourth brother, everyone can rest assured. My fourth brother is as fierce as a thunder tiger, but he is a just man and has no treacherous heart. He treats Xiao Jiumei sincerely.
Hold her in the sky——"
Long Qianli paused for a moment, then suddenly added: "The fourteenth brother also likes Xiaojiu Mei, but the fate of life is like this. If they see each other right, they are a couple, but if they don't, it will be in vain no matter how romantic and suave the fourteenth brother is.
strength."
"Yeah?"
Chen Baoxiang felt nervous. Many times, two men liking the same woman at the same time was the beginning of all troubles - a big disaster.
"Yeah, sometimes I wonder, shouldn't girls like Xiaojiu Mei love romantic and suave men the most?"
The corners of Long Qianli's mouth turned up slightly, eventually turning into a wry smile.
There were footsteps outside, and Long Qianli instantly drew his sword in his hand and approached the courtyard gate.
"Tuk tuk, tuk tuk."
Someone knocked on the door, slowly.
Chen Baoxiang smelled the fragrance in the night air and immediately understood that it was the fragrance of ancient sandalwood incense from the Biyuqian cheongsam shop in Liancheng.
He rushed to open the door, and standing outside was none other than Liancheng Bi.
"Boss Chen, I'm here to see a friend."
Liancheng Bi flashed in, his eyes shining like stars in the sky.
"Luo Hongying is my friend. We studied painting together in Beijing."
"Where? Who are you learning from?"
Long Qianli slowly walked out of the shadows, holding his short sword behind his back and hiding it behind his right wrist.
"Er'er Eye Alley, Daqian Master."
Liancheng Bi answered questions fluently and showed no fear.
In her hand, she held a large blue and white porcelain stew pot. The lid was slightly tilted, and the aroma of chicken soup wafted out along with the heat.
Mr. Mu came out of the north room, quickly took the stew pot, and thanked with a smile: "The girl is injured and needs recuperation!"
Long Qianli breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, since you mentioned the Er'eryan'er Hutong Daqian Master, it's the right one. The younger junior sister studies painting and loves to draw Dunhuang Flying Apsaras the most, so she went to practice with the Daqian Master——"
Lian Chengbi sneered: "That's wrong, Luo Hongying likes a Buddhist lady from Luoyang. Hu Yipin, a fortune teller in the capital, once said that Luo Hongying was a lady from Longmen Cave in her previous life. In this life, she accidentally entered the world of mortals and practiced to atone for her sins. Therefore, she vowed to become the first painter of beautiful ladies in China.
One person, following the Great Qian Master, has ruined his marksmanship and martial arts."
Long Qianli laughed twice, with an awkward expression on his face.
Only then did Chen Baoxiang know that in the conversation just now, Long Qianli deliberately raised a difficult question to test Liancheng Bi.
If Lian Chengbi told a lie and didn't study painting with Luo Hongying, then he didn't know what Luo Hongying liked. If he followed Long Qianli's words, the lie would have been revealed.
Lian Chengbi went to visit Luo Hongying in the bedroom. After a while, the miserable cries of two people came from the room.
"Zhao Wuji must die——"
The barber picked up the wine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, took out the razor from his pocket, stared at the iron-green blade, and gritted his teeth and swore.
"Will he come?"
"I sent him a chicken letter and asked him to resolve the matter. He dare not not come, otherwise, starting from tomorrow, I will issue a 'gunfire pursuit order' from the Sharpshooter Club and offer a reward of 100,000 yuan to buy his first house.
Level. At that time, he was a shameless scum in the underworld. No matter where he went, he would be hunted to death."
Finally, someone appeared on the ridge of the north house, and then he held the cornice with one hand and landed lightly. It was Zhao Wuji.
"Second brother."
"Third brother."
Long Qianli and Zhao Wuji met each other and were polite to each other, as if nothing had happened.
"The Third Master."
Chen Baoxiang suppressed the anger in his heart and slowly cupped his fists and raised his hands.
"Boss Chen, thank you for helping me deal with the aftermath. Was it because two small yellow croakers were not enough that you sent people here and ruined my big event?"
Chen Baoxiang snorted: "The third boss, if you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself. You rebelled against the Sharpshooter Association, brutalized your fellow disciples, and killed people without blinking an eye... If no one comes out to uphold justice, won't this world be ruined to the end?"
Zhao Wuji smiled and took the lead into the house.
The three people in the room stood up and occupied three positions except the door, forming an encirclement.
"You three brothers are here too... How many years have we not seen each other? When you left the Gunslingers Club, you were still vigorous and vigorous men. Now, you are all old, all old... The Imperial Army said, one day
A human head is worth ten gold bars, so the three of them added up are thirty gold bars."
Chen Baoxiang felt that something was wrong. Zhao Wuji knew that this was the Hongmen Banquet, but he walked in without paying attention to anyone.
"Third brother, why did you kill the fourth brother and why did you kill the ninth sister? What on earth did you want to do?"
"Hahahaha, second brother, isn't it obvious? I am already a member of the Imperial Army and no longer hang out with the Gunslingers Association. Over the years, I have escaped from Shanhaiguan to Nanyang, from Nanyang to Chongqing, from Chongqing to Jinan...
Are we going to be able to survive when we are full? We are fighting against Japan. Apart from fighting against Japan, we have never done anything else!"
"Stop talking nonsense, stop talking to him after you've finished talking about it——"
cried the barber, and lunged forward.
Chen Baoxiang stood on the left side of the door, waiting for Zhao Wuji's blood to spatter on the spot.
The other two people also moved forward.
Long Qianli pulled out the pistol from his boot, twisted the silencer on the muzzle, and pointed it at Zhao Wuji.
"The clouds will cover the rain with your hands, and the dragons and snakes will go eastward..."
Zhao Wuji smiled and said two sentences loudly.
"Papa, papa, papa..."
Long Qianli fired furiously and pulled the trigger continuously.
It was not Zhao Wuji who died, but the three helpers.
Long Qianli's marksmanship was very accurate. All three of them were shot once in the temple and chest, and the bullets entered at exactly the same location.
"Second brother, with these three heads, the members of the Sharpshooter Club lurking in Jinan have been wiped out. The Japanese military department will definitely give you a big credit. Well, after working hard today, I finally got some clues.
Already."
Chen Baoxiang stood by the door, dumbfounded, as if in a dream.
"Boss Chen, it's still the same old rules. When things are done here, you come to deal with the aftermath. Do your best, and I will never treat my friends badly. You, you, you are too honest to take the loss. You don't even think about it. There is no 100% certainty.
, do I dare to come and die?"
Chen Baoxiang stood there, his throat blocked, as if he had eaten a boiled egg without peeling the skin.
He originally thought that as soon as Zhao Wuji came in, he would be captured.
Then, the room turned into a mourning hall, and Zhao Wuji was killed to pay homage to Ben Leihu.
What was originally an extremely simple thing turned out to be like this. He was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to deal with it.
"There are two other people in the room."
"I know, Miss Lian came here from Yuqian Cheongsam Shop, and I followed her. Second brother, don't worry, little Jiu Mei is yours, no one will snatch it from you. Everyone in the Gunslingers Club knows that Fourteen
I like little Jiumei, but who can tell that it is you, Long Qianli, who truly loves her to the core?"
Long Qianli laughed and nodded slightly: "Yes, yes, I still don't understand why Xiaojiu Mei likes the fourth brother? She should like me. The sharp gun is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people."
I - Long Qianli. What the old commander liked most back then was my spear-piercing spear technique with a hundred steps... I was the spearman of the Northeast Army, so who is the fourth brother? Running to the thunder tiger, go to hell, what's so great about a tiger? I can knock him down with one shot.
…”
"So, I will kill him for you. A reckless man is not worthy of little nine sisters, how can a crow be worthy of a phoenix? I feel the same way."
The two chatted about these old memories and regarded Chen Baoxiang as a transparent person.
As for Mr. Mu, he was so frightened that he crawled under the altar table.
Chen Baoxiang thought it was ridiculous. He sent Luo Hongying to Mr. Mu, and fell into Zhao Wuji's trap. He used the half-dead Luo Hongying to lure out the hidden masters of the Sharpshooter Society, and then caught them all by surprise.
In this process, Chen Baoxiang unintentionally became a very competent accomplice.
The most terrifying thing is that they also attracted Lian Chengbi, making this matter even more shameless.
However, Chen Baoxiang had no choice.
Facing the second and third masters of the Gunslingers Association, he was no match at all. He couldn't even defeat one of them, let alone two of them.
"Boss Chen, do you like Miss Lian? If someone eats the fruit first, would you like to eat the remaining core? Hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahaha..."
Zhao Wuji suddenly laughed wildly, pointed at Chen Baoxiang, and laughed so hard that he fell back and forth.
Chen Baoxiang understood the meaning of his words, and his face turned pale in an instant.
"Second Master, Third Master, Miss Lian is an outsider. She comes to see the Ninth Master. There is no need to cause trouble. Let her go, let her go... This is the internal strife of your Sharpshooter Club. She is a cheongsam maker.
What does it have to do with it? Please, second boss, give me some face and spare her..."
Long Qianli flew up and kicked Chen Baoxiang to the ground.
"I'm giving you face, are you a loser? A stinky cook who owns a restaurant, who thinks he's a man of five, wants to plead for Lian Chengbi? You deserve it, you damn--you deserve it too!"