Lying in a bedroom with electric lights, running water, bathroom, and toilet, Si Baozi was snoring loudly, but Wang Ming couldn't sleep anymore.
When Xu Ruifeng returned to the room after taking a shower, Wang Ming lay on the bed and raised his head and asked: "Master, can you chat with me for a while?"
Xu Ruifeng asked: "What's wrong?"
"It's a bit disturbing."
Xu Ruifeng smiled and turned around to sit next to him: "Nagging."
Now the moon was full on the branches, as round as a plate. Wang Ming turned over and lay on the bed, looking out the window.
"When I was in Lao Crow's Nest, Lao Chu's class made my blood boil. He said, we are all the same head, and Japan is also the same head. Why should we let them occupy our Northeast? There are 400 million people in our country.
That little broken island in Japan is worth ten million to the sky, so why let it invade us?"
"Sir, you don't know. I'm so excited after hearing this. I wish I could just pick up my gun and rush into the gendarmerie camp to have sex with the Japanese."
Xu Ruifeng made him laugh.
"But when the chef comes, why can't I get around it?"
"There is a turmoil in their country, right? I heard from Lao Chu that there are also various revolutions in Lao Maozi, but why do you think the chef doesn't contribute to his own country and comes here? Didn't he go through some special training?"
Xu Ruifeng picked up the cigarette case on Wang Ming's bedside, poured out two cigarettes and lit them together, then put one into his mouth, and said vaguely while smoking: "How can I explain to you..."
"Actually, Si Baozi is the most suitable person to explain this kind of thing to you."
Wang Ming glanced at Si Baozi, who was snoring like thunder, and said with a bit of disgust: "What can the fourth brother explain? If this is a battle, the people standing next to him will feel the most at ease, because the first one to rush up will definitely be
He, but this thing is not for fighting."
Xu Ruifeng nodded and asked, "Are you afraid when killing people?"
"What are you afraid of?" Wang Ming didn't understand Xu Ruifeng's question, but he still responded: "Pick up the gun and hook it with two fingers. I didn't even take a second look. At the foot of Tianwang Mountain, I killed the Japanese
If you don’t remember what you look like, what’s there to be afraid of?”
"Yes, firearms reduce our guilt after killing." Xu Ruifeng continued to ask: "What about using a knife?"
"Don't be afraid of that. Those Japanese guys are not easy to beat."
Xu Ruifeng still asked: "What if you are not asked to kill a Japanese, and you have no hatred in your heart, but someone tells you that this is an order and must be carried out?"
Wang Ming stopped talking. A picture appeared in his mind, that is, he stabbed the opponent's abdomen directly with a knife, and the blood flowed to his hand with warmth. The moment he raised his head, what he saw was that the opponent was almost ferocious.
face.
The blood seemed to be slowly getting hot...
"Yes, that's what you are like now."
Xu Ruifeng explained: "It's not scary when you kill someone, whether it's impulsive killing or on the battlefield, because you have a reason to convince yourself and explain it, which relieves a lot of psychological pressure."
"But if it's not because of anything, but just for the word 'order', the killing, including the pressure after the killing, will become a kind of torture."
"Soldiers will not experience this kind of torture, and gangsters will not experience this kind of torture. Ordinary people, normal people, will be deeply tortured."
Xu Ruifeng pointed at himself and said: "I was tortured so much that I couldn't sleep. Every day I could dream about those people's faces. They died just because someone paid a big price. And I, every time I lowered my head in my dream, I saw
It’s not the blood-stained knife, but the blood-stained money.”
"To be honest, I have lived in this kind of dream state for many years. Although I am not afraid, every time I ask in my heart, 'Why did you kill them?', I can't open my mouth to answer."
"The chef is probably like that too."
"She didn't know why those people died. She simply didn't want to let this kind of pressure bother her."
Wang Ming interjected: "Then just don't do it."
"How can it be that simple?"
Xu Ruifeng explained: "Whether it's Lao Maozi's Cheka, Japanese spies, Nanjing's Blue Clothes Club or our underground organization, do you think it's the Northeast stew at the door? You can come in if you want to, and you can come in if you want.
out?"
"If nothing else, after you walk out of this door, what will you do if you tell the truth about assassinating others?"
"Not to mention these places, even if you follow Sun Wanwan and become his confidant, why don't you try to quit?"
"If no one touches your bed that night and steals something, I will take your last name."
Wang Ming seemed to understand. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and looked at Xu Ruifeng: "Master, I won't quit."
Xu Ruifeng was happy: "You, please stop thinking about yourself and think more about advising yourself. It would be nice to be a heartless person like Si Baozi. For him, there are only two things in the world.
, either eat or sleep, and live without feeling tired at all.”
The two were talking, and Si Baozi suddenly interrupted: "Don't move, that's my fucking elbow!"
The two of them were laughing. This guy always dreams like this. He probably dreamed about being in prison again.
In the early morning, when Xu Ruifeng opens his eyes as the sun rises in this room, his biological clock that is unique to the morning light is a habit developed through years of martial arts practice. As long as he does not drink too much or suffer from insomnia, he will almost always be at this moment.
Wake up on time. Even if you continue to go to sleep, you will definitely wake up at this time.
The difference was that when Xu Ruifeng was about to get up to practice a set of boxing and stretch his muscles, what he saw in the courtyard was the chef sitting there looking at the sky.
"Are you awake or have you been up all night?"
Xu Ruifeng asked with concern.
"Wake up." The chef gave Xu Ruifeng a smile. Old Xu also remembered what Si Baozi once said to him, saying that this woman has always been sleeping since she leaked the word "Cheka".
Everyone is late and gets up earlier than everyone else.
He turned his head full of kindness, without asking anything, walked to a corner of the courtyard, started from the starting position, and typed the entire set of gossip.
The chef who watched all this from beginning to end waited for Xu Ruifeng to finish practicing, then walked over and asked: "What is this?"
"Martial arts."
The chef thought he understood, and responded: "I have never been to a Chinese martial arts gym, but I see that you don't have a purpose for each move, you always go straight to the point, and sometimes you even don't hesitate to use some less important parts of your body."
Use the position as a bait, are all Chinese martial arts so fierce?"
How does Xu Ruifeng explain this?
He could only say: "The origin of martial arts is actually not from the physical fitness promoted by martial arts schools, but from the killing skills on the battlefield."
"That's why there are names like 'Yang Family Spear, Qi Family Sword'. If you pay attention, you will definitely be able to find the corresponding wars from ancient books."
"Later, some people who couldn't bear the pressure of killing converted to religion. Slowly, martial arts inheritance similar to sects came into being. Later, these aristocratic families came into being."
The chef nodded: "So that's it."
"As for whether this period of history is true or false, I don't know. This is what my master told me." He continued: "The Bagua I practice is a kung fu known as the 'black hand' in the world. Please
The key is to defeat the enemy with one strike. My master came from the battlefield, and some of the moves were improved by his own actual combat experience. This may be the source of your so-called 'ferociousness'."
"Why, these are not among the things you practice?"
The chef shook his head and said, "We don't practice this."
"Then what do you practice?"
The chef turned around and searched in the yard for a long time. He found a firewood stick that was about the same thickness as a human arm. He took it in his hand and threw it into the air. When the firewood stick fell, he used his wrist to pinch the falling firewood stick——
Click!
The firewood stick suddenly broke into two pieces.
"After we strengthen our bodies, we start training on strength and speed. When our bodies are ready, we will mechanically practice anti-joint, grappling and killing techniques."
"Your moves, in my opinion, are vicious; our moves are all aimed at killing each other. All cruelty is just steps, but the end must be death."
Xu Ruifeng looked at the two moves shown by the chef and found that her movements were dull and not smooth at all. However, in such a blunt exertion, through muscle strengthening and strength increase, she suddenly achieved the purpose of breaking human bones. No wonder even the chef was like this
All kinds of women need such a big physique.
"I'm quite curious, can you try it?"
"Of course not!"
The chef explained: "This is bound to hurt. I can't hold it back."
"Try it, and the injury will be mine."
Xu Ruifeng is a bit addicted.
Who is a martial arts practitioner who doesn’t like to spar with each other?
They just don't want to fight with people who are worse than themselves. What's the point of a must-win competition?
"All right."
The chef lowered his head silently. Just when Xu Ruifeng was wondering what this guy was doing, she suddenly lowered her body and took steps. When Xu Ruifeng stepped behind him, she hugged the other person's lower abdomen with her hands, and she suddenly lifted up.
!
Sneak attack!
This is definitely a sneak attack!
But in Lian Jiazi's eyes, sneak attacks are never shameful. On the contrary, sneak attacks are also a means of defeating enemies, and they are the most effective ones.
Xu Ruifeng's reaction was not slow. While the other person hugged his abdomen, he put one foot on the other person's supporting leg. In this way, no matter how hard you exerted, you were only fighting against yourself.
Mao Zi is not only good at killing skills, but their judo is equally powerful!
The chef felt surprised even before he pulled it out. When he pulled it out a second time, he found that he couldn't use any strength at all, and his fingers were being stretched outwards under the control of the other party.
Yes, Xu Ruifeng was picking her fingers. It was not the thickest thumb, but the slender little finger.
The chef was forced to immediately let go of one hand, and the hand that grabbed his finger was pulled back violently. After his little finger quickly escaped from Xu Ruifeng's hand, the retracted hand strangled Xu Ruifeng's neck.
Naked hanging!
As long as she is given a chance to use two hands this time, the gods will come and it will be in vain!
