"What, you want me and Ruomei to go to the casino?"
There was a strong anger in Gong Baosen's voice. He has never been afraid of anyone since he started practicing martial arts as a boy. Now, when warriors all over the world mention the word Gong Baosen, every one of them will give him three points of respect.
Now that he was in danger, the two disciples actually asked him to escape to other countries. This was simply an insult to him.
Ma San had a firm look in his eyes, but he didn't say a word but looked at Zhao Wen, obviously knowing that he was not good at words.
"Master, at this time when the mountains and rivers are in ruins, my senior brother and I cannot continue to practice martial arts at home, but our actions are extremely dangerous. Once anyone knows about it, this compound will probably be swept away by the angry Kwantung Army in an instant.
Flat ground!”
"Master, even if you don't think about yourself, why don't you think about your junior sister?"
"I'm not afraid of death. The Gong family may have their heads cut off or their blood shed, but I will never escape. I want to be with you two!" Gong Ruomei's face was already covered with frost, and she said as coldly as ice cubes.
"You are not afraid of death. Nowadays, warriors are dying every day, and some weaklings have even surrendered to the Kwantung Army. It is uncertain whether we will live or die if we stay here. If we all stay, are we going to let Xingyi, Bagua and Gongjia's sixty-four hands
It’s lost forever!”
Looking at Gong Ruomei, Zhao Wen said seriously: "This is the hard work left by our ancestors. If it is lost directly, how can it be worthy of the souls of our ancestors in heaven!"
"That's enough!" Gong Baosen's voice was a little weak, but it made Gong Ruomei stop arguing.
"Tidy up and we'll leave here in the afternoon!" Looking at her father who was obviously much older, Gong Ruomei's stubborn eyes showed some softness and helplessness.
"Buzz!"
A vibration sounded in his mind, which was a reminder that the task had been completed, but Zhao Wen still looked forward.
A carriage carried the three people away slowly, and a warm sachet was delivered to Zhao Wen: "I will wait for you in the casino!"
Looking down at the sachet, Zhao Wen had a wry smile on his face. He knew what Gong Ruomei meant.
Compared with the men Gong Ruomei usually sees, the handsome yet gentle and elegant himself is definitely attractive enough.
And because he received a gift of more than a hundred kilograms of gold and studied abroad in the West, plus he had the bearing of a prince of the Qin Dynasty, he was obviously a child of the top wealthy family.
Gong Baosen, who only has one daughter, is also willing to let his daughter marry such a person and stay away from the disputes in the world.
But Zhao Wen knew that he and Gong Ruomei were not suitable.
This is not just because the other party is a heroine, and taking her away requires too much luck in the world.
This is because the stubborn and stubborn Gong Ruomei will never act like a little woman beside her, completely dependent on herself, like Lu Fei, Qu Ruo, Jing Rou, and Zhao Shan.
After the master left, the ambition in Ma San's eyes seemed to have burst into flames, wanting to burn everything around him.
His name has always been Ma San, the eldest disciple of Gong Baosen, and his existence is dependent on his master. But today, his master has left, and it is time for him, Ma San, to reestablish his own name.
"If senior brother can kill for a full year, then you will be the biggest hero outside the customs, and you will even be famous in the whole world!"
Zhao Wenke remembered that there were many people who joined Ma San and defected to the Kwantung Army. Whether it was for fame or profit, Ma San's ambition could completely abandon everything when striving for a goal.
Such a person will definitely not be able to lead a large army, but leading dozens of people to fight guerrilla warfare will definitely become the Kwantung Army's biggest trouble, because he is ruthless enough!
"I'll go get in touch first. I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow morning. I'll definitely have the weapons and money you need ready by then!"
"Hahaha, I'm waiting for good news from you, junior brother!" Ma San had absolute confidence in whether Zhao Wen could bring the firearms he needed most now, thinking of the dozens of brothers he had already contacted, plus the guns he was about to get.
Ma San was already crazy about firearms.
Zhao Wen walked around the city in a large circle with seemingly slow but fast steps. Coupled with the constant conversations of pedestrians on the road, Zhao Wen already had a clear understanding of the surrounding environment.
Sitting steadily on the top of a mountain, he glanced at a small military camp in the distance. What he had to do could only be done at night. After all, Zhao Wenke had never thought about handing over the weapons in the biochemical world to Ma.
Three's hands.
Any items that are beyond this era must be given with caution before giving them away, let alone items with such a huge impact as modern firearms.
In the original plot, Ma San became a traitor because of his ambition, but now he is also tempted by his ambition to fight guerrilla warfare with the Kwantung Army. The war is fierce and dangerous. I am afraid that even Ma San himself does not know that his life is really in danger.
Will he make other choices?
He reached out and took out a handwritten book from his arms and turned it over. This was what his master Gong Baosen left for him before he left. It covers everything from the initial horse stance to the standing stance and the training of the marrow and internal organs.
Bag.
Obviously, this master who left after worshiping for only one day really regarded himself as his disciple and taught him. If he had not been unwilling to leave, I am afraid that only Ma San would be left this time.
After slowly turning over the page, Zhao Wen sighed softly.
The technique is very good. If it appeared in the eyes of warriors of this era, it would be enough to make any warrior crazy, but it is no longer suitable for me now.
The martial artists of this era practiced martial arts continuously every day from childhood to adulthood, and based on this, they improved a little bit every day.
Because Zhao Wen's body is too strong, Gong Ruomei has many martial arts practitioners who have practiced hard all their lives, and their bodies are far from comparable to the current Zhao Wen. However, it is the first time to practice martial arts, and she is completely unable to devote herself to it, so she uses the method of stealing heaven's secrets to force Gong Ruomei.
Zhao Wen devoted himself wholeheartedly.
For an ordinary person, such a practice would require him to be weak for at least several months before he could recover, but it could still be regarded as opening the door to practice.
However, Zhao Wen had hundreds of years of internal energy in his body. When his body needed nutrients the most, he absorbed these internal forces as nutrients, raising his body to an extremely high level.
Only after his body has rebalanced in the later stages can he continue to practice.
If it were a warrior in this world, even eating thousand-year-old ginseng raw would probably not have such an effect.
But since it is already known that internal energy can be used as nutrients to replenish the body, the effect is more powerful than the best tonics. How could Zhao Wen, who has the Shimen Dimension, just wait for the nutrients in the cells to flow back into the blood and bones.
Zhao Wen has now decided to deal with the affairs of this world in the shortest possible time, and then enter the world of Xiao Li's flying knives.
He wanted to maximize the efficiency of Beiming's magical power and let his body achieve complete internal and external balance in the shortest possible time.
