Mr.
Yu Zhankui, who was a leader in the martial arts world in Peiping, just left.
He had more than twenty bullet holes in his body, the fingers on his right hand were cut off, and all the blood drained from his body, but his tiger eyes were still wide open.
Yan Zhiyong burst into tears.
The man in his forties cried like a man in tears.
Although his master had a bad temper, he always took good care of his disciples and his family.
The martial arts gym had no income, so he quietly pawned his fur robe in exchange for food. , a sixty-year-old man, who provoked whomever he provoked, risked his life at a banquet.
After crying for a while, Yan Zhiyong said: "Brother, I won't delay your business, you can go back."
Baoqing was very generous: "I have a fate with Mr.
Yu, let's see him off on his last journey."
He helped Yan Zhiyong put Yu Zhankui's body on the foreign cart, took off his coat to cover his body to cover the blood, and pulled the cart back to the city.
When I was pulled outside the gate of Qitian Martial Arts Hall, my son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter, who had been waiting for a long time, all came out.
My son also complained: "Brother Yan, why don't you persuade my dad to go to the Japanese banquet?"
Yan Zhiyong held back tears and shook his head sadly: "It's not like you don't know the old man's temper."
The little granddaughter walked to the rickshaw, took her grandfather's hand, which had become extremely pale due to blood loss, and said in a milky voice: "Grandpa, wake up, we are home."
But grandpa could no longer answer her.
With sharp eyes, the daughter-in-law saw blood dripping from under the rickshaw.
She opened her gown and saw that her father-in-law had already passed away.
The son was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.
He came over and shook Yu Zhankui's body: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
The whole family burst into tears, and the little granddaughter looked up and cried especially sadly.
Xue Baoqing also shed a few tears and helped Yu Zhankui carry it into the house.
Just as he was about to leave, Yu Zhankui's son stopped him and took out some banknotes: "Thank you."
"It's my honor to be able to send the old man on his last journey.
I can't accept the money.
Don't you guys in Peiping mean this?"
I'll wait."
Turning around suddenly, Yan Zhiyong led the Yu family to kneel on the ground and kowtow.
Xue Baoqing handed over his hands, said nothing, and walked out.
He wiped his tears and picked up the rickshaw to go home, muttering: "The Japanese are about to kill all the heroes in Peiping."
When he returned to the car factory and saw his wife and children, he felt like he was in another world.
Xing'er prepared two taels of white rice and a plate of peanuts for him.
Baoqing picked up the wine glass and poured it on the ground first, saying: "This glass is dedicated to Zhan."
Kui.”
"What's wrong with Yu Zhankui?"
Xing'er stopped holding the soles of her shoes and asked.
"I don't know.
Anyway, it was the Japanese who got them killed."
Baoqing slowly told her today's experience, and Xing'er's eyes were red: "This old man is also a man of integrity.
He must have refused to be a traitor.
Killed by devils."
At the Liuguo Hotel, Yan Qingyu couldn't sleep.
The scene before Yu Zhankui's death flashed back and forth in his mind.
The old man died heroically and with determination.
When Yu Zhankui fought all over Beijing, Yan Qingyu was still a little kid peeing and playing with mud in the countryside of Cangzhou.
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She didn't know this martial arts veteran, and she didn't think Yu Zhankui's death had anything to do with her, but she thought about it. , a thought came out, and I was suddenly horrified.
This is the consequences of disobeying the Japanese.
This is the result of going against the imperial army.
He sat up suddenly, covered in cold sweat.
The Japanese were killing chickens to show the monkeys, and the target turned out to be him.
What the Japanese want to do is to make themselves traitors, make movies with Li Xianglan, and anesthetize their compatriots who are slaves to the country's subjugation.
No, they must not be allowed to succeed.
Yan Qingyu got out of bed with his clothes on and walked back and forth in the room.
The more he thought about it, the more scared he became.
All of this was a trap.
From the very beginning, the arrest of Little Star's father by the military police was a trap, allowing King Yulong to get close to him.
Coming to Peking to attend the premiere was even more of a trap.
Unknowingly, I walked deeper and deeper, and when I suddenly woke up, I was already on the edge of the cliff.
What should I do?
Thirty-six strategies are the best.
Before leaving, Yan Qingyu decided to see what King Yulong was doing and confirm whether his guess was true.
It happened that King Yulong's room was downstairs.
He quietly opened the window and saw an upside-down golden hook swinging head down outside the window.
Through the gap in the curtains, I saw King Yulong talking to a middle-aged man who looked like a staff member at Manying.
Yan Qingyu couldn't understand Japanese, but he could understand that there was his name in Japanese.
He was shocked.
It seemed that he had guessed it right.
These people were plotting against him all the time.
If he was kidnapped to Manchukuo If you go, it will really make heaven and earth unable to respond, and the earth and earth will become inoperable.
If he didn't want to leave now or wait for a while, Yan Qingyu rolled up and changed into smart clothes.
He didn't leave any luggage.
He climbed out directly from the back window, went down to the ground along the drainage pipe, walked around to the front, and headed towards I glanced at the hall and saw two guys dressed as secret agents reading newspapers.
If I walked through the main entrance, I would definitely be stopped.
Yan Qingyu had committed several major crimes in Peiping in his early years.
He was very familiar with the streets and could speak Peiping dialect.
Although he had stopped making a living as a thief for a few years, it would not take him long to pick up the business again.
He quickly found a place He lived in an abandoned house and planned to wait until dawn to follow the manure truck out of the city and go straight to his hometown in Cangzhou.
King Yulong was indeed talking to Noda about Yan Qingyu.
Cultural invasion was also a strategic direction of the Japanese Empire.
It used the music of Mi Mi to destroy the Chinese people's will to resist and used movies to anesthetize their nerves.
"It is conceivable that when Yan Qingyu, the idol of Chinese movie fans, appears on the screen, it will have a huge blow to their morale.
I think this bomb is as powerful as Wang Jingwei."
King Yulong said proudly.
Noda said: "Killing Yu Zhankui should be a good warning to Yan Qingyu, but I have to remind you that sometimes too much stimulation can be counterproductive and cause the other party's rebellious psychology."
King Yulong waved his hand: "No, I have studied this person.
Although he always plays a hero on the screen, in life he is just a playboy.
He has no power to tie a chicken, no ink in his chest, and he just gave birth to a child.
He has a handsome face and is just the brother-in-law of a high-ranking official."
Noda said: "Doesn't he know martial arts?"
"Maybe I have practiced some tricks, but I am definitely not a martial arts master.
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I trust my eyes on this."
King Yulong said.
"That's it.
I thought he was an upright man, but it seems I'm worrying too much."
Noda looked at his watch, stood up and said goodbye: "It's getting late, Yusang should go to bed early."
"See you tomorrow, Noda-kun."
King Yulong stood up to see him off.
Early the next morning, King Yulong came upstairs with the contract and knocked on the door: "Yansang, get up."
No one answered, so I knocked a few more times, but still no response.
King Yulong turned the door handle, and the door was locked from the inside.
He was shocked, and asked the waiter to open the door with the key.
When he went in, he saw no one.
He looked in the closet, bathroom, and under the bed, but there was no trace.
The closet was full of hangings.
The suit and shirt were gone, and the suitcase was there, but the person was missing.
He hurriedly went downstairs and asked two members of the special high school class, but they said they had not seen Yan Qingyu go out.
When he asked the manager on duty at the front desk, he got the same answer.
"Baga" King Yulong couldn't help but punched the wall.
Could it be that if Yan Qingyu spreads his wings and flies, all his efforts in the past few months will be in vain?
At this time, Yan Qingyu had already arrived in Tianjin by train.
The Yan family was not only good at Qinggong and hidden weapons, but also had a skill in disguise.
The outline of his face was enough to hide him from ordinary sentries.
The distance from Tianjin Wei to Cangzhou is not far, but there are no trains or cars, so we can only rely on two legs.
Yan Qingyu has already changed his clothes and dresses like a country man.
He carries a pole and strides with his legs as fast as flying.
He has been walking since he was a child.
For those who practice Qing Gong, walking hundreds of miles seems like a joke.
Xiaoxing stayed overnight, and in the afternoon of the next day, Yan Qingyu, who was tired of traveling, finally arrived at his hometown.
Looking at the familiar scenery, he couldn't help but sigh, his hometown is better.
Suddenly two people jumped out of the roadside, holding rifles in their hands, "Stop, raise your hands."
With no eyesight for swords and guns, Yan Qingyu hurriedly raised his hand: "Hero, I have something to say.
There is money in the bag and a few clothes.
I give them all to you.
Please don't hurt my life, we are all members of the family."
The two robbers pushed him to the ground without any explanation, with bayonets pressed against his back.
They groped for a while, but found nothing.
They asked dissatisfiedly: "Where did you come from, and what are you doing?"
"I came from Tianjin and went to Zhanggezhuang.
I didn't do anything and just went home."
"What's your last name when you go home?"
"My surname is Zhang."
Yan Qingyu was playing tricks and didn't tell the truth.
"Fart, your last name is Zhang.
You are a Japanese spy.
You are tied up."
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Yan Qingyu was anxious now, and just as he was about to resist, another group of people came out of the bushes, tied him up with hemp rope, and took him directly to a dry ditch.
He kicked him on the ground, and with a crash, it was a rifle.
The sound of a bullet being loaded.
"Leave people under the gun, I am not a Japanese spy, I am Yan Qingyu, Yan Qingyu from Zhanggezhuang, my father Yan Huaide, my brother Yan Jinan, you can't kill me."
There was silence for a while, and someone came over and picked him up, covering his eyes with black cloth.
Yan Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, at least he would not kill him for the time being.
Yan Qingyu was pulled into a carriage and walked for a long time.
After turning countless twists and turns, he finally arrived.
He was pulled out of the carriage and entered a room.
The black cloth on his face was untied and he opened his eyes.
At first glance, there was a man sitting on the Taishi chair directly opposite.
He was wearing a blue military uniform, one sleeve was empty, and his dark face was covered with beards.
He looked calm and intimidating.
"Brother" Yan Qingyu was excited, wasn't this person his uncle and brother Yan Jinan.
"Eldest Brother" Yan Jinan frowned and stepped forward to wipe his face and wipe away the ashes from the bottom of the pot.
"Oh my god, you are really a big brother.
Then whoever, please untie the rope quickly.
Why did you tie up my big brother?
You are a bunch of blind dogs."
The brothers came up with playful smiles, untied Yan Qingyu, and brought tea and water.
"Brother, where did you get this outfit?"
Yan Jinan asked.
"It's a long story.
I escaped from Peking.
Did I have anything to eat?
I was starved to death."
"Come here, bring me a Texas Braised Chicken and a pot of Lao Baigan."
Yan Jinan was very happy, "We haven't seen each other for a while, so let's prepare two cups."
Before the braised chicken was brought, there was a noise outside, and a minion ran in and said: "Commander, they are here."
Yan Ji stood up and said: "Tell the brothers, copy the guy" Yan Qingyu was shocked.
Could it be that King Yulong followed him all the way and said hurriedly: "Who are the Japanese?"
Yan Jinan said: "It's the Communist guerrillas who are coming
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