Chapter 34 Seven Generals

Maybe it was a little hot to drink, and the old man suddenly put down his coat! I saw a necklace inadvertently exposed!

Pan Hongsheng didn't pay attention at the beginning, and inadvertently found that the old man's neck was actually a tiger-headed badge!

This really scared Pan Hongsheng's chin: Why is this extremely rare symbol of privileged status and honor everywhere?

Did you drink too much? Dazzled?

But the unique and exquisite badge is in front of you! He rubbed his eyes vigorously: "Sir, where did your necklace come from?"

The old man's expression immediately became very unnatural: "Oh, nothing, it's just ordinary jewelry..."

In front of Changhui of Shanxian County, Pan Hongsheng did not continue to ask the other party. But he saw it seriously. The old man must know what this is in his heart! What does it mean?

"Why do you talk so much useless nonsense? Come on, come on! Dry the bottom of the cup! A mouthful of boredom!" The old man shouted loudly, but one hand quietly stuffed the necklace in his neck back into his clothes.

At this time, Shanxian Changhui had burned his eyes red and blood red by alcohol, and said this randomly in his mouth: "Oh! The wine here is so delicious! But I can hold on!"

The old man looked at Changhui from Shanxian County and couldn't help shaking his head: "Oh, I didn't expect that young Japanese people also have such an upright talent like you! When I led the army to fight against your troops... your customs. East. The military's powerful combat effectiveness impressed me very much..."

"Knot. East. The army?" Pan Hongsheng was stunned: "Have you participated in the Anti-Japanese War?"

"Ha ha, that was a long time ago. I won't mention it." The old man suddenly changed his words and said, "Yes, what's your name... Just call you Xiaohui... Where in Japan are you from?"

"Oh, I'm a native of Hokkaido!" Shanxian Changhui's face was red but still polite; he bowed gently and nodded when answering the old man's question.

Pan Hongsheng looked into his eyes and couldn't help thinking to himself: These guys are really like an article saying, to people but not to others! An American writer once wrote a book called Chrysanthemum and Sword, which specifically elaborated on the character of the Japanese nation.

Be polite but arrogant in your bones. You are good at appreciating the essence of other people's culture, but always put the soul of your own nation first. There is a sharp samurai sword hidden behind the elegant tea ceremony and singing and dancing, which is the epitome of the Japanese national character.

At this time, Pan Hongsheng had already drunk so much that his head was swollen and his hair was dizzy, and Shanxian was even more confused, and his eyes were shining.

Although both of them met the old man by chance, they didn't know why they were the same at first sight. There is no defense in front of him.

The old man then asked the whole story of the two people's struggle. After listening to it, he sighed deeply: "Oh, if such a thing happens, I don't know how to persuade you. This Dongying martial artist, I admire your heart very much. The deceased has passed away, and I can't say anything. I just want to say one thing: As an elder, he should have prevented this from happening, but he didn't do it.

"Old man, don't talk about the past..." Shanxian Changhui's face was a little ugly: "After all, that's a teacher. We are apprentices and juniors, and it's not easy to evaluate. But he is a good master, that's all I can say.

In fact, isn't Shanxian Changhui complaining about his master, Kumagani Nobu? Inheriting the dojo by blood, regardless of tradition...

These are all taboos of martial arts, but his master did it without hesitation and did it very well. It should be known that Kumagai Nobunao's inheritance of the dojo is not inherited by blood. The previous owner, Mito, directly gave the inheritance of the dojo to the best apprentice. It can be said that he is very impersonal.

But what can an apprentice say? Your ability is taught by others. Even if the whole world is qualified to condemn his behavior, you don't.

Maybe it was poked to the pain by this sentence. After Shanxian Changhui, he spoke less, but drank more wine.

This way of drinking made him get under the table a few times. After all, this is a high-level knife. The intensity of this special knife is not something that ordinary alcoholics can control.

"Old man, can you answer my question now?" Pan Hongsheng smiled and put down the wine glass: "That badge..."

"Young man, do you recognize this thing?" The old man's face changed, and he looked at Pan Hongsheng warily.

"I saw a classmate's grandfather have this thing, hehe, just ask." Pan Hongsheng hesitated for a moment, but still did not ask directly.

Because from the old man's expression, he seemed to be like Chen Ji's grandfather and unwilling to make this matter public.

Obviously, these two old people have a close relationship with the old man. As for the relationship, Pan Hongsheng does not know.

Pan Hongsheng originally wanted to know more about the other party and then show his identity. Unexpectedly, the old man smiled and said, "Young man, I have eaten more salt than the rice you have eaten, so don't hide it in front of me. Ordinary people don't care about this kind of thing. No matter what you think, I can To guess five or six points..."

Pan Hongsheng was shocked: "What are you talking about? This..."

"Oh, you're actually his..." The old man suddenly stood up in a panic: "I'm disrespectful and disrespectful. I really don't know. It turned out to be the officer's grandson. He has grown so big that I really dare not admit it."

"How did you know?" Pan Hongsheng felt a little strange: Could it be that he can read minds?

In the early years, when he was in the village, the old man once told him that some martial artists know a strange skill and can actually understand each other's thoughts for a moment. However, this skill requires practitioners to have a very high talent. Perhaps only one or two of them are suitable for practice, and there are even fewer practitioners.

Is the old man in front of you one of them?

"Don't look at me with those eyes, boy..." The old man looked at Pan Hongsheng and slowly poured himself a glass of wine: "I'm just trying to confirm your identity. There's no malice."

Despite this, Pan Hongsheng is still a little vigilant, and his mind can be guessed by others. This is not a joke.

Some secrets you hide in your heart may be ripped through the window paper in an instant. If you just recalled the happy time with a woman...

Then everything will be gone!

This is really an immoral and smoking skill.

Pan Hongsheng blushed and forced himself not to think about anything. The old man was stunned: "Kid, why are you scolding me?"

"You have also read this!?" Pan Hongsheng was so scared that he quickly covered his head: "Don't look!"

"Hey hey, as long as you don't want to think about it, I won't see it..." The old man was happy. He drank the wine in the glass and ate several pieces of donkey meat happily.

"Well, I think you should recognize this thing..." Pan Hongsheng burped fiercely and took out his badge from his arms.

"Oh! This is it! Sure enough..." The old man quickly took out his tiger head badge and put it together. There seemed to be something jagged on the edge of the dragon-shaped badge, which was exactly the serrated edge of the tiger-shaped badge.

The old man sighed and told the past...

It turned out that Pan Hongsheng's old man had seven division commanders. In addition to being good at fighting, all of them had good martial arts skills and their own unique skills. It was thanks to them that the anti-fascist alliance in World War II turned defeat into victory. Therefore, at that time, the United Nations gave them and other countries some meritorious battles. This kind of badge is made according to the cultural characteristics of each country.

"At that time, these seven of us were the best warriors in the world gathered by your grandfather. After the victory of the war, many people were unwilling to play those political games. Some were tired of fighting. Now there are few people who can find it. I just read that you have met Tuntianhu Zongze, right?"

"Swallowing the tiger?" Pan Hongsheng was stunned, but he immediately realized that the other party was referring to Chen Ji's grandfather. He didn't expect that the fat old man had such a majestic but tacky nickname, which was a bit like the nickname of a bandit.

"It's very tacky, right? The other few nicknames are more rustic... What a sea crab Ding Ba, nine-headed Feng Ni Lan, how young the seven of us were at that time... Follow your old man to fight in the north and south of the Yangtze River..."

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly stopped and wiped a few tears from the corners of his eyes: "Oh, now everyone is busy living their own little life and doesn't show up... I really miss the feeling of being powerful..."

When Pan Hongsheng saw the old man like this, he didn't know what to say. In addition to the loud snoring of Shanxian Changhui, there was only the old man's deep twitching in the room.

"Are you drunk..." Pan Hongsheng quickly poured a cup of tea for the old man: "Can you tell me more about what happened in those years? Why has our old man never mentioned these things? The swallowing tiger Zongze doesn't seem to confide anything to his grandson... I really don't know why..."

"Several sons of Zong Ze died in battle, and he was also the first to quit. Maybe he was traumatized in the war..." The old man sighed: "No wonder no matter how strong a person is, he can't stand such a series of blows..."

Pan Hongsheng remembered that Zong Ze would rather look at his grandson's anger than to teach martial arts, and then sighed gently.

Maybe a person is hurt too much and will become extreme to something.

"Young man, the northern black fire teaching poison trick in your body is difficult to solve..." The old man pinched his finger and said, "This kind of poison is much more powerful than those so-called poisons and curses. It is a kind of yin and harmful martial arts that combines skills and poison essences! If the person who is hit by this kind of poisonous trick is mediocre, he will die long ago. It's incredible that you are fighting with people like a human!"

"Ha ha, I can't help it. That's my temper." Pan Hongsheng said it calmly.

"Your old man is likely to know what can relieve this semi-curse and semi-venomous trick. Remember to take care of yourself during this period and stop fighting with such a strong hand! Otherwise, the body will suffer permanent damage. If it is mild, it will be disabled. If it is serious, it will lose its consciousness and become a useless person!"

"It's so serious!" Pan Hongsheng shook his hand, and the wine in the glass was scattered all over the floor!

It turned out that the old man had been hiding his injury. Maybe he was afraid that he would be sad after knowing it.

Pan Hongsheng never thought that when he had a move with the Lord of Black Fire that day, the Lord of Black Fire had a mortal consciousness before the last blow, so he greeted Pan Hongsheng with his most vicious move. Although he could not see any major problem at that time, with the passage of time, the power of the poisonous move was gradually revealed. A ferocious face...

Thinking that he might become a useless person who can't speak, move, eat and drink, Pan Hongsheng felt that the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head! The heart is like sinking to the bottom of the sea.

What if the old man can't find a way to break the trick?