Facing the craziness of the ruffian, Zhu San quietly slowly pulled out the dragon scale dagger from his waist, held it upside down in his hand, leaned on his chest, bent his knees, shook his hands, and shook his feet with strange steps.
This... what kind of hand gesture was this? No one had ever seen it before, and it immediately attracted everyone's attention. Among them, the neighbors who knew Zhu San thought that he was frightened for a moment, causing his hands and feet to become numb and cramped. He was really a poor baby.
This is a kind of martial arts. Sun Jian saw it at a glance as he put away his sword. He and his three generals quietly retreated together, watching the duel between the older and younger people in the field with great interest.
To be honest, Zhu San has caught his attention at this moment. Not to mention the Bruce Lee's starting style brought from later generations, at the age of eight, he dared to confront the gangsters. This kind of courage was only that of him at that age. .
This scene frightened the surrounding people, and naturally the clamoring ruffian paused for a moment, tightened the machete in his hand, frowned, and pretended to be disdainful in his heart: "Damn it, you're just a little bastard, I don't know where It seems that the peasants are trying to scare me and are afraid of what he will do!"
He secretly glanced behind him and saw that Sun Jian was standing aside and watching, with no intention of intervening. His panic calmed down a little. Sun Jian's ferocity was what frightened him the most. At this moment, he had no choice but to kill one more person. There was one more person to be buried with him, and no one could understand his despair, so he yelled: "Die for me."
A simple vertical chop, but with all the strength he exploded in despair.
"Clang..." The sound of weapons crossing each other.
Zhu San held the dragon scale dagger at an angle and subconsciously blocked it. The dagger blade was close to the back of the knife. One block, one drag, and one pull. The three methods of exerting force were done in one go. With one move, he used all his strength to block. His body took advantage of the situation and moved slightly, staggering. escape.
The dagger in his hand flipped up and down, like a juggling act, which made people dizzy.
The blocked blow just now made Zhu San's arm feel numb. The dagger flew back and forth, which was actually to clear the blood vessels in his arm. The age difference is the difference in strength. He just secretly noted this numbness, this kind of numbness. Strength.
Seeing that he slashed with all his strength and was caught by an eight-year-old boy without even swinging the opponent's dagger away, the sharp-eared ruffian was a little surprised and disbelieving, but in his heart he still thought it was just a coincidence, so he bullied himself more and more and kept slashing.
Zhu San soon made it known that this was no coincidence. The sharp eyes on his immature face were always able to block the dagger on the back of the knife, pushing, pulling, and dragging, and receiving the ruffian's blows time and time again. The attack made the opponent scream in anger, and then he did not stop, but fought more and more urgently, determined to use the big one to bully the small one, and to exhaust Zhu San's physical strength.
A layman watched the excitement, an expert watched the doorway, and the onlookers watched the sharp-eared ruffian who was very fierce, fiercely slashing the child Zhu San with the machete in his hand, and there were many dangers. Only Sun Jian and the other four could see that Zhu San was getting more and more used to this. With this kind of strength, the more he defends, the easier it becomes. The pace and martial arts can effectively release the strength into the soles of his feet, and he will fight back soon.
Sure enough, after a few moves, Zhu San no longer evaded, and the dagger in his hand was no longer limited to defensive moves such as dragging and blocking. Instead, he used half defense and half attack, quickly thrusting, picking, or cutting. After several consecutive feints, Suddenly it became real, and with lightning speed, it faced the hand holding the knife like a snake's upper arm, opening its teeth and biting, and the silver light flashed. The latter screamed in pain and hurriedly stepped back a few times. He stepped forward and almost lost his weapon.
Zhu San was unyielding, how could he miss such a good opportunity? He followed him like a shadow, jumped forward, and stabbed twice in succession, both targeting the arm. The silver light flickered, and two blood holes bloomed.
"Bang!" The knife fell, and the sharp-eared ruffian looked at his horrible right hand, retreating in horror, looking at Zhu San with monster eyes, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Why...how did your speed suddenly change so fast? In the end..."
"Who?" Before the three words were spoken, Zhu San rushed into the opponent again without mercy, without giving any chance of survival.
Holding the dagger upside down, with his back turned, he brought it behind him with one hand. As soon as the silver light fell, a bright blood stain slowly spread out from the neck of the ruffian, dripping on the ground. With an unwilling look, his body trembled. Fall down.
The fight between the two actually didn't last long, and most of them were sharp-eared ruffians who had the upper hand. Zhu San's counterattack only lasted more than ten breaths, but it also reflected the fighting skills learned from previous lives in Han Dynasty. The same applies to the world....
Zhu San closed his eyes and tried his best to calm his violently beating heart. This was because he had to kill the other party in order to eliminate hidden dangers for his family and friends. It was him who deserved to die, and he could not blame himself for being cruel.
In two lifetimes, this was the first time he had been exposed to human life, but he was not too frightened or panicked, or even vomited. He was used to seeing dead people. In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, plague, hunger, and chaotic world happened in the past eight years. There were too many people around him, and he had already become numb.
The difference is that this time I did it myself, but I found that apart from the rapid heartbeat at the beginning, it calmed down quickly and easily.
Could it be that humanitarian education has gradually been corroded and worn away by time in this era?
Opening his eyes, Zhu San regained his composure and thought about whether he should explain himself so that the people around him could testify against him. When the government came, he classified it as self-defense homicide and fined him.
Looking at the crowd around him, he found that everyone looked at him differently. Those who knew him were worried and proud, while those who didn't knew him were surprised and admired. No one came out to accuse him.
At this time, the handsome young man next to Sun Jian signaled to his young master, came behind Zhu San, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Congratulations, little brother, for getting rid of the tyrant here, you are really good at martial arts, I admire you, I admire you."
Zhu San turned around, smiled faintly, and said in return: "I was born in a nearby village. This is my duty. Today, it is mainly Master Sun who kills three people with his sword. Otherwise, I will not be able to compete with his four people."
Pushing others' merits gives people a smooth feeling.
"I am the third eldest son in my family, and my nickname is Zhu San. I don't know the name of this elder brother." I had thought about making friends earlier, but I didn't expect it to be Sun Jian, so I wanted to find a familiar face. Maybe in the future, after his son established the Wu Kingdom, I might as well hold an official position or something.
"Cheng Pu, come on, come on, brother Zhu, I have met my young master with you."
Cheng Pu led him to Sun Jian, and saw Sun Jian smiling domineeringly and looking satisfied with him. This domineering smile and look down on him made Zhu San very uncomfortable, but he did not do it in public. It was so rude, so I bowed my hands and said, "I have met Mr. Sun."
Sun Jian hummed and didn't say much. Then Cheng Pu also introduced the other two people around him, Zu Mao and Huang Gai. The former had a square face and thick eyebrows, while the latter had big eyes and beard, and was the oldest.
At the same time, he also told Zhu San that the purpose of their trip to various counties in Jiangdong was to punish traitors and eradicate evil, and at the same time to practice their martial arts. Of course, the thought of accumulating popularity was omitted.
Cheng Pu was obviously the most talkative among the four. He smiled and kept opening his mouth, talking about his experiences in eliminating evil along the way.
At the same time, Huang Gai and Zu Mao also began to disperse the people around them, shouting: "Everyone and fellow villagers have been seen. The bullies have been eliminated. They all go back and disperse."
Then he took out some money from his body and found a few strong men around him to help carry the four corpses on the ground outside the ferry and bury them anywhere. Although these four people were promoted and committed evil, after their death, they returned to their ashes.
Dust, dust, return to dust. This year, people are very particular about leaving the earth behind, and Sun Jian and the others are not stingy about this.
After making arrangements for his funeral, Cheng Pu saw that Zhu was having trouble seeing him. When he asked, he found out that he was worried about whether the government would come to look for him. He laughed and consoled him: "Brother Zhu, don't be careful. The eldest son is rich."
As the son of Magistrate Chun, if you promote good and eliminate evil, the magistrate will praise you, but the government will not ask about it, nor will it cause trouble for you."
To be honest, Zhu San was really afraid that people from the government would find him to ask questions. Even if he was not convicted, he would have to spend money to manage his affairs and run around again.
After hearing Cheng Pu's words, Zhu San finally felt a lot more at ease. He bowed to Sun Jian and thanked him: "Master Sun is really the number one son in Jiangdong and a true hero."
Follow the trend and go higher, endless flattery.
Sun Jian would take the initiative to create fame, and he was a man of great reputation. This admiration made him very useful. He looked at Zhu San with admiration and suddenly asked: "Little brother, you are quite good at martial arts. Where did you learn from it?"
"
He was actually interested in me combining Sanda with Bruce Lee's martial arts in the movie. Zhu San was secretly amused and made up a reason, saying: "This is called Jeet Kune Do. It emphasizes moving from form to formlessness, with sticking and dragging.
The skill of striking seven inches quickly and engaging in hand-to-hand combat."
"Jet Kune Do? Who created it?"
"It was created by a master surnamed Li, but it's a pity that my little brother has only scratched the surface of his knowledge." Zhu San looked regretful. He was not nonsense. Bruce Lee was indeed a great martial arts master. There were only a few Jeet Kune Do in later generations.
When people receive the true message, many people only know its form but not its essence...
After hearing this, Sun Jian looked at the three generals. None of them could find any memory about Jeet Kune Do or the surname Li. He became even more curious and asked: "Can Brother Zhu introduce this master to meet him?"
So that future generations like me can admire and learn from him."
"Bruce Lee will die in later generations. If you really think about it, it would have taken thousands of years for him to be born. Where can I find him for you to pay homage to?" Pretending to be sad, Zhu San shook his head and said, "Master Li has been dead for a long time."
Looking at Zhu San's sad look, the four of them had no doubts about it. There were many hermits and strange people in the world who had weird tempers and liked to live in the mountains and forests. They would only accept disciples and pass on their secret knowledge before they died. For this, they could only
It's just a matter of regret.
Sun Jian looked at Zhu San with admiring eyes and thought in his heart: "This young man is blessed to be able to be taught by strangers. He is very capable at a young age and has courage. Judging from his appearance, he is dressed in common clothes and numb.
His fishy smell must be that of a fisherman. If I help him now and keep him by my side, he will be a big help in the future."
Pretending to be serious, with a superior attitude, and a satisfied look on his forehead, he said: "Brother Zhu, the third brother, has good martial arts skills at a young age. It is really admirable. I wonder what his ambition is?"
"Ambition?" Zhu San tilted his head and thought for a while. He really hadn't thought about any ambition. For the past eight years since he came to the Han Dynasty, he had been just muddle along, taking things as he came. He shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm just a fisherman."
, there are no big ambitions, but there are small ambitions, that is, to have enough food and drink, and to have a good life for my family."
"It is a good ambition to have enough food and clothing with my family." Sun Jian replied with a smile, but suddenly became serious, his eyes flashed with power, and he looked domineering. He looked at Zhu San solemnly and asked: "Then Brother Zhu San, would you like to join me?"
The four of them, Sun Jian, punished traitors and eradicated evil together, upheld justice for heaven, did great things, and became famous all over the world."
This great cause does not refer to rebellion, but to doing something vigorous and vigorous, which everyone in the world knows. The most common one is to become a prince or a general.
For example, in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei often talked about doing great things in the early days. It was not that Liu Bei had the intention to rebel and become emperor early on, but that he meant that men should be made marquises.