Rise From Eight Hundred

Although it is a well-known old shop, there are only one or two tables of customers in the shop, which is completely different from the grand occasion of queuing and calling numbers in the future. Tang Dao, who walked into the shop, just glanced and didn't care too much.

This is naturally related to the economic conditions at that time. In the war years, it was a problem to feed the family. How many people could go out to eat?

Business was not good, and it was New Year. The waiters in old clothes were naturally lazy. The grease on the table was not wiped clean. Tang Dao naturally chose a private room that should be cleaner.

The six people entered one of the only few private rooms on the second floor of this not-so-big braised pancake shop. As expected, the environment inside was much better than outside. The eight-immortal table was matched with withered flower stools and painted screens. It was a very traditional Chinese private room, but it was a little old.

However, the three women had experienced war and were not very picky about the environment. Teacher Xiao He, who was full of interest just now, sat down first and shouted that she was exhausted today, much more tired than doing physics experiments.

Tang Dao

It turns out that women are also tired when shopping! Why do they act like perpetual motion machines when shopping? This is really a proposition that men cannot understand.

The waiter who lowered his eyebrows and looked respectful on the surface, but his service attitude that disappeared after ordering the dishes made Tang Dao give this old store a bad review in his heart. Can it survive and become famous in the future?

If a "Hudi Lao" is opened after the war, will it be popular all over the country?

Of course, even if it is to be opened, it will have to wait until China embarks on a new economic development path. Tang Dao's biggest wish is to stay in the countryside, farming and raising chickens during the day, and discussing the mysteries of life with his wife at night.

However, whether the decoration is good or not, or even whether the service is good or not, is secondary. What is important is the food itself.

But the dishes served disappointed Tang Dao. They are said to have color, fragrance and taste. Let alone color, the taste of the food in the mouth also made Tang Dao feel that it was far from what he remembered.

This is not right! Just like he felt bad when he stepped into the door of this shop and saw the few customers and the unenthusiastic waiter.

Seeing the group leader frowning and looking unhappy, Leng Feng slapped the table and was about to call the shop owner in to explain.

The result was even more unexpected for everyone. This old shop in Henan Province was really fierce, just like it was opened in a bandit's den. As soon as the table was slapped, the window on the other side suddenly exploded, and several plum-shaped darts flew straight towards the few people.

The three women hadn't figured out why slapping a table could reveal a black shop. Tang Dao and Leng Feng had already moved their hands suddenly, and lifted the eight-immortal table weighing more than 100 kilograms together.

"Seize! Seize!" All the darts shot from the window were blocked by the huge eight-immortal table.

"Leng Feng, Erya, you two protect the three of them!" Tang Dao decisively turned around and kicked the screen to pieces, expanding the indoor space to the maximum, looking at the main door of the box, and said with a serious face.

This is not a black shop, this is a premeditated assassination.

Moreover, it was an assassination by the Japanese.

It was the darts still stuck on the table that proved the identity of the Japanese, because Chinese darts would not be so fancy, it was enough to have a sharp edge and be able to kill people, that is, the so-called ninjas of the Japanese liked to play these tricks, and the future Tang Dao had seen such fancy things.

At this point, Tang Dao had completely figured out why there were so many things wrong.

There were few customers because there were no customers, and those customers were all pretending. No wonder one of them just glanced at himself and others and stopped looking, and the others didn't even look at them.

For a normal man, the braised cakes and dishes on the table were definitely not more tempting than three beautiful women, but the two tables of guests were only interested in food.

The waiter was submissive because he was Japanese, and he was cheap in his bones. He left after ordering the dishes, and naturally he didn't dare to stay for too long to avoid revealing flaws.

As for the dishes served, if a Chinese chef who was almost scared out of his wits could still perform at one-tenth of his level, Tang Dao must recruit this big-hearted person.

Of course, all this is no longer important. Tang Dao is never afraid of a large number of scumbags.

But soon, Tang Dao heard the breathing outside the door, a man's breathing, steady and long. An ordinary person would have enough time to breathe three times, but he only took one.

That was a master, a master that even Uncle Han and Ming Xin might not be able to match.

Tang Dao slowly clenched his fist and exhaled lightly.

That was both cautious and a warning, warning Leng Feng and Er Ya who were responsible for the safety of the three women behind him.

As comrades who had fought side by side with Tang Dao for more than three months, Leng Feng and Er Ya immediately knew what Tang Dao meant. That was when they encountered a powerful enemy, and the two of them had to ensure the safety of the three women no matter what.

Leng Feng looked out the door with a cold look, but his men immediately made arrangements, pulling out the Mauser pistol from his waist and throwing it directly to Teacher Xiao He, while he himself pulled out the Type 38 bayonet from the scabbard on his waist.

Teacher Xiao He was not a soldier, but in such a critical moment, she could only become a soldier, and Leng Feng made the best way to deal with it.

He and Erya acted as a barrier for the three women, but Tan Tai Mingyue, who had already taken out the pistol, and Teacher Xiao He, who had held the Mauser pistol tightly and turned off the safety, must be prepared to fight for themselves.

When encountering a crisis, never be blindly confident and make plans for the worst. This is a qualified soldier.

The door was slowly pushed open, and a short-haired young man with an unusually tall figure and wearing a Chinese gray robe stood quietly at the door, looking at the Tang sword calmly.

On his side, two people stood on the left and right, wearing the most common Chinese-style double-breasted cotton jackets, but holding Japanese samurai swords in their hands.

It seemed a bit out of place, but Tang Dao didn't smile at all.

Not only did the man who was half a head taller than him make him smell the breath of his kind, but the other two also made him feel a little threatened, the threat of death.

The inheritor of Shuiyueliu wanted to go deep into China, a dangerous place. How could Shuiyueliu let him go alone? Those who followed Fujiwara Zhanxiong to China were the top masters of Shuiyueliu, the masters who could kill the most.

The sharp blade in the hands of the Japanese stimulated Leng Feng's eyes to have a touch of blood. He took a deep breath, held the bayonet in his hand, and bent forward slightly. Before the killer moved, the cold murderous intent had already stimulated the Chinese Army Major who had killed no less than ten Japanese soldiers on the battlefield to enter the attack state.

At the same time, Leng Feng used his other hand to warn Erya and the two women who were hiding behind him and pointing their guns at the door, and ordered them not to shoot blindly.

First, their angle could not pose much threat to the three people outside the door; second, the man who pushed the door open was so scary that his scalp was numb. If the gunshot sounded, it might not be a dart that shot into the house, but a grenade, which would be a disaster for the three women hiding in the box.

The man's eyes were scary and confident.

Although he didn't say a word, Tang Dao and Leng Feng understood what he meant. He wanted a hand-to-hand fight, using the lives of the three women as a threat, and a hand-to-hand fight that would not alert the outside world.

If it didn't go as he wished, the other party would attack with all their strength, and the first thing they would deal with would be the three women. Even if the outside world heard the gunshots and a large group of soldiers came to support them, it would be too late.

The tall man was obviously very satisfied with the performance of everyone in the room. His eyes paused on Leng Feng for a while and then cast on Tang Dao.

"Mr. Tang, it's an honor to meet you here. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fujiwara Sen'o. I am the elder brother of Fujiwarahara Ichi, who died at your hands in the Battle of Songjiang." Fujiwara Sen'o looked at Tang Dao calmly and said.

Tang Dao shook his head, "I think you either found the wrong person, or your brother forgot to sign me up before he died. Of course, it's not his fault. Maybe he didn't have a chance. After all, you know, who on the battlefield would be so interested in scum?"

Although Fujiwara Sen'o's face did not change, his eyes were filled with coldness.

Tang Dao's meaning was very clear. There were many Japanese who died under my hands. Who was Fujiwarahara Ichi? Why should I remember his name?

"Baga." The other two masters of the Shuiyue Liu who held the swords with both hands shouted angrily.

"Don't mention eight or seven. The number of Japanese who died under my hands must be at least eighty-eight or sixty-four. Remember to shout eighty-eight when you see me in the future." Tang Dao showed a trace of disdain on his face.

This bastard, no, it's the mouth of the bastard that's too poisonous. The two Japanese masters' faces instantly turned pale.

Although they were spitting all kinds of words, Tang Dao kept looking at the man who called himself Fujiwara Sen'o.

A Japanese assassin who could turn an assassination into an open attack was either brain-damaged or had great confidence, confident that he could kill him on the spot with his bare hands.

Tang Dao certainly didn't believe that the Japanese, who had penetrated deep into the war zone and spent a huge price to set up such a killing situation, would send a fool. He also didn't believe that the Japanese had not conducted an investigation on his own information. The arrogance of the Japanese was based on not being hurt. Once they were beaten, the cautiousness in their genes would come to the fore.

The two big fat bombs of the United States were the best proof. They killed hundreds of thousands of them with one bomb. Didn't the Japanese hate it? Of course they hated it, but they could bury their hatred in their hearts and kneel down to lick the soles of the shoes of the United States, and they licked it for decades, so that it became a habit.

Before they are able to completely deal with the United States, they will continue to kneel as usual. This is something engraved in the genes of the Japanese, and it has not changed for thousands of years.

"Mr. Tang, the entire hotel is under the control of our people. It will take at least 20 minutes for your Chinese city defense forces to rush over after hearing the noise here. If you want to chat, I can chat with you for five minutes before sending Mr. Tang and his party on the road." Fujiwara Zhanxiong restrained the anger on his face and said calmly.

"Okay! Why don't you and I sit down and talk about it. I have heard that your Japanese island country's tea ceremony has long surpassed the master. Mr. Zhanxiong, why don't you show me the skills of making tea with water first? It won't take too long, 18 or 19 minutes is enough, and the last minute is enough for us to say goodbye in a friendly way!" Tang Dao laughed when he heard this.

As for pretending, Tang Dao was already familiar with it, but he didn't expect to meet a Japanese who was more pretentious than him. There is no first in literature and no second in pretense. If Tang Dao doesn't hit the pretentious man, he will not be Tang Dao.

"Baka." The two Shuiyue-ryu masters once again showed their supporting spirit and roared angrily.

It's fine to let the heir of Shuiyue-ryu demonstrate the tea ceremony, but what the hell is that tea brewing? The results of the two are the same, but they are not on the same level at all!

In addition, Tang Dao's saying that the disciple is better than the master is also very poisonous. The Japanese who have always refused to admit that the Japanese tea ceremony culture was stolen from the Tang Dynasty in China have always reacted strongly to this. Tang Dao is poking everyone's heart.

Tang Dao curled his lips slightly, can't you bear this? So how do you want the stick guys to live after 80 years? Not only do people dare to shout loudly that Chinese medicine is theirs, Qu Yuan is theirs, Confucius is theirs, and even Sun Wukong is theirs. Go and learn more about Chinese culture from your servants before you come back to China!

"Tang Jun, I don't know if I believe it or not. Although Fujiwara Senzuo came here today to take your good head, he also wanted to compete with Tang Jun in martial arts, and the revenge of killing his younger brother was secondary." Fujiwara Zhan. Xiong obviously adapted quickly to Tang Dao's venomous tongue style. Not only was he not angry, but a smile broke out on his face.

Tang Dao also smiled, and stretched out his fists towards the three Japanese who were wearing Chinese clothes but were authentic Japanese, "If you want to fight, then fight. What is martial arts? It's nothing more than more powerful killing skills." "

Tang Dao's fist is not as big as a bowl like Lu Zhishen's fist described in the book, and his skin is dark and very ordinary. However, including Fujiwara Senio, whose eyes shrank slightly, none of the three Suigetsu-ryu masters dared to underestimate it. Look at that fist.

It was an invisible and intangible aura that only those who studied martial arts could feel.

The Tang Dao, which was previously standing with an unspectacular appearance, felt like a peerless sword unsheathed at the moment when he stretched out his fist, with its sharp edge bursting out and murderous intent overflowing.

The surging killing intent stimulated the two Suigetsu-ryu masters standing beside Fujiwara Senzuo to move together, pointing their blades at Tang Dao, with fierce intent in their eyes.

Before Tang Dao made a move, he just showed off his fist once, causing the two Suigetsu-ryu masters to take the initiative to attack. Their power was no less powerful than the pressure on Leng Feng when Senshi Fujiwara appeared.

Fujiwara Battle's eyes were as bright as stars at this moment, "If the word honor was a bit polite before, but after meeting Mr. Tang in person, Battle Hero felt that honor was not enough to describe the joy in Mr. Tang's heart. In order to respect Mr. Tang As your strongest enemy, Zhan Xiong will definitely attack with all his strength later. I will take your head back to the family and hang it on the wall of my quiet room, so that Tang Jun will die a worthy death."

After saying that, Fujiwara Senzuo stretched out his hand and pulled it casually. The tough cotton Chinese robe was torn into pieces like a paper lake, revealing that he was wearing a complete Japanese samurai uniform.

Then he took a few steps back and said loudly: "Tang Jun, why don't you move forward and fight, otherwise, the war hero will not show mercy to any enemy in the room. Of course, this will let Tang Jun know that if you dare to escape, those three I will definitely bring this beautiful woman back to our military camp as the wife of the imperial warriors."

As Fujiwara Senzuo retreated, the two powerful swordsmen also retreated and gave way to the box door.

Tang Dao's somewhat joking expression just now became serious. The man named Fujiwara Senio was stronger than he imagined. It could even be said that he was a powerful enemy that he had never encountered in his previous life.

Although Uncle Han and Ming Xin are both masters among masters, they both have their own worries in their hearts, and their hearts are far less powerful than the man in front of them. Tang Dao's various ridicules and sarcasms just now had no effect on that man.

In fact, even when he initially mocked his brother for being nothing more than a scumbag and managed to arouse the angry look on the man's face, Tang Dao extremely suspected that it was an illusion he was putting on.

Yes, despite the fact that the two of them didn't actually confront each other, they had quietly passed a move.

Tang Dao used his dead brother and the nation's pain points to sarcastically attack him, while Fujiwara Senxiong threatened the three women in the room.

If Fujiwara Senio does not follow what he wants, this box will be attacked first. If machine gun fire and grenade throwing are used, even if he is a god, he will not be able to protect the three women. If Tang Dao wants to escape, the three women will be killed. It's even worse than death.

Tang Dao's sarcasm failed to anger Fujiwara Battle, but Fujiwara Battle hero clearly showed Tang Dao's concerns. Strictly speaking, Tang Dao was at a disadvantage in this round of spiritual confrontation.

Because of the three women in the house, whether it is his lover Tantai Mingyue, teacher Xiao He who will become a great leader in the future, or Mrs. Yue who has lost her husband due to the Four Elements War, Tang Dao cannot lose any of them.

However, if words alone are enough, why use fists? The police don't care anyway.

Since someone is so eager to come all the way to beat him up, then the only option is to beat him up.

Tang Dao strode out.

Leng Feng took a deep look at Madam Yue, who was being protected by Tantai Mingyue and Teacher Xiao He, and followed her out.

Mrs. Yue, who was originally pale, looked at Leng Feng's back. This time she did not shed tears of despair like her husband did when he said goodbye to her. She actually took out a dagger from her clothes. Although there were tears in her eyes, they were filled with tears. fierce.

As a mature woman, how could she not understand Leng Feng's affection for her?

He was taciturn, and the two of them had not even spoken more than ten words together. His face was stern, and he had never shown tenderness to her, but he could secretly help mother and son prepare food, and he could carry Yue Yiman on his back. On her shoulders, she can walk more than ten miles at a time. When she is tired, she can slow down and let the children bring them water.

He is not as modest and courteous as her husband, nor is he gentle in his words, but when he looks at himself, there is light in his eyes.

Just like before, there was light in his eyes.

However, she knew that it was Leng Feng saying goodbye to her, just like her husband did that day.

She knew even more that she couldn't stop him. He wanted to fight side by side with his commanders and fight for them. The only thing she could do was to take out the dagger that Uncle Han gave her.

Her son was in the Four Elements Group and was already taken care of. She wanted to fight for herself and the man who was willing to protect her.

Even if you can't kill the enemy, you can kill yourself!