Chapter 172 The Fall of Foshan

"Master Jin, are you all right?" Up to now, Ye Wen's face was still red and his heart was not beating, and he didn't even sweat, just like eating high-calcium tablets. Moreover, after kicking Jinshan to the ground, he was still idle to ask if the other party was okay. Obviously, Ye Wen did not need to do his best to deal with Jinshan.

On the other hand, the Jinshan search was much worse. His face was so swollen that he almost caught up with Liao Yuanzhi. The most important thing was that he just let Ye Wen kick a dog to eat shit. It took a lot of effort before he stood up. However, Jinshan's search was really durable. After standing up, he moved his neck and continued to rush to Ye Wen.

The Jinshan search was obviously hit by Ye Wen, and he didn't care about the moral immorality of the martial artist. He picked his feet on the knife in his little brother's hand and planned to attack Ye Wen.

And Ye Wen had already seen Jinshan's little move. When Jinshan looked for a knife and grabbed it in his hand, Ye Wen's body had tilted down, slightly under one side, and then dodged the tip of the knife that Jinshan was looking for.

Jinshan looked for a big blade in his hand, and his confidence was a little more. After seeing that Ye Wen dodged his sneak attack, he continued to cut it. However, because Jinshan's heart had been confused for a long time, although the rules of this knife were fierce, it was less dexterity in the previous comparison with Zhou Tian. Therefore, this random cutting Unexpectedly, he didn't even touch Ye Wen's hair. Instead, he almost let Ye Wen take off his knife several times.

Of course, Ye Wen will not look at the Jinshan looking for a big blade to greet his head. Although it seems simple to grab the white blade empty-handed, and he almost succeeded several times, it is not so easy for Jinshan to complete after looking for attention, so Ye Wen, who is unarmed, must find a weapon, and When Ye Wen was thinking about what weapon to use, he happened to see the feather duster in the vase beside him. Well, that's it. Last night, my wife hit herself with this thing... Ye Wen, who held the feather duster in her hand, suddenly rose a kind of pride of turning over the serf singing. Humph, Jinshan looked for it, so that you can also taste the taste of being beaten by the feather duster... So the peak battle between the chicken feather duster and the big blade began.

"Yesterday, my wife hit me like this..." Ye Wen blocked the big blade that Jinshan looked for, and then slipped, just behind Jinshan's buttocks. Then he heard a "pop", and Jinshan covered his buttocks and missed his mother in a foreign country.

And Ye Wen seemed to be addicted after this fight. The chicken feather was fierce. In the end, the chicken feathers were all smoked out. At this time, Jinshan was also drawn without temper. His hands and faces were full of red marks. He knew that this was a martial arts competition. Those who didn't know thought... "Ah..." He was drawn back a little. Jinshan, the power, was completely furious. Since he was a child, except for being so miserable when he peeked at the widow next door when he was a child and was pumped by his mother when he took a shower, Jinshan has not been insulted, so Jinshan, who was furious, was even more ruthless. The tricks were all rushed to Ye Wen's head, but Ye Wenxian However, he was not afraid of life. Seeing Jinshan looking for rage, he only smiled and accelerated the frequency of taking action, and when Jinshan looked at him with a big blade, he suddenly pulled sideways on Jinshan's hand several times.

The Jinshan looked for anger, but it didn't mean that the feather duster was not painful when it was hit on his hand. Under the pain, his hand loosened, and the big blade slipped from his hand. At this time, Ye Wen just raised his foot and kicked the blockbuster out.

"I have the demeanor of Lushan Shenglongba." Kicked by Ye Wen, the big blade was inserted into the door of Ye Wen's house in a circle like the bench that Zhou Tian hadn't swunk for a long time. At the same time, Ye Wen's feather duster has also touched Jinshan's neck.

"How about Master Jin? My kung fu is not bad." Ye Wen, the feather duster, took a few steps forward with Jinshan's neck down and smiled.

"It goes without saying that the Northern Boxing was defeated by the Southern Boxing today." Jinshan looked for a stalk on his neck, but he didn't dare to move around. He said a few words and suffocated a word.

"You're wrong..." Ye Wen shook his head gently, put down the feather duster in his hand, and said, "It's not a matter of boxing in the north and south. It's your problem. Boxing is a good boxing, but you can't practice it at home." If my daughter-in-law came to beat you, it would be much more fierce than this, and my feather duster would not have practiced home... The policeman Li, who had been peeking outside, opened the door when he saw that the two people were finished, and Jinshan, as a loser, naturally covered his buttocks in the sarcasm of everyone.

"Master Zhou, aren't you with them?" Ye Wen took a look at Jinshan, who had slipped away, and then asked Zhou Tian, who was studying Ye Wen's porcelain.

"No, no..." Zhou Tian glanced at the feather duster in Ye Wen's hand and quickly said, "Hey hey, I just came to watch the fun. In order to watch Master Ye's Yongchun boxing up close, I pretended to be the little brother found in Jinshan. Master Ye is not angry."

Hearing Zhou Tian's explanation, Ye Wen shook his head and smiled and said nothing more. At this time, Liu blockbuster policeman and others who were looking for Jinshan at the door rushed over together and collectively flattered Ye Wen, "Master Ye, good job."

"You breathed a sigh for our Foshan."

"You are the hero of our Foshan."

"Master Ye, I want to marry my daughter to you..."

In the praise of everyone, Ye Wen seemed very calm, but he repeatedly said that it was because of luck, and there was no airs at all. After arching his hand to everyone, he went back to the inner room to coax his wife who had just lost his temper. Of course, before leaving, he stuffed the chicken feather duster into the mouth of Liu, who was still pating the horses repeatedly. Li - I didn't dare to see my wife with a feather duster. What should I do if she grabbed it and beat herself again... Everyone saw that Ye Wen was so low-key and had returned to the house, so it was not easy to disturb others again, so these people looked at the only panoramic audience on the scene when Ye Wen beat Jinshan, and asked Zhou Tian to say that the two had tried. Cheng, at this time, he was about to stuff a palm-sized vase of Ye Wen's house into the Qiankun Ruyi bag on Sunday. He had to use the Qiankun Ruyi bag as a rag and pretend to help Ye Wen's family wipe the table, and told everyone the whole process in detail in detail. Under the interpretation of Zhou Tian's vivid voice and the integration of Shandong Kuaishu, Ye Wen's prestige has been raised to an unattainable height - at least the daily necessities in the future will not cost money, and even a truck can be filled up when you go out for a walk -

After Jinshan looked for it, it calmed down, and Wuguan Street remained lively, but people talked more about Ye Wen and Yongchunquan, and they didn't know who said that Ye Wen was going to open a martial arts school, so the whole Foshan shook. However, Ye Wen, the protagonist of this news, knew nothing about it. So in Ye Wen's confusion, the "Ye Wen Martial Arts Museum Incident" was over. In this way, the whole Foshan calmed down again... On July 4, 1937, it was sunny and the hot sun baked Foshan. Except for the playful children, other people Some looked a little listless, drooping their eyelids, and gasping in the shaded place in front of their homes. In this weather, the apprentices of martial arts practitioners in the martial arts school did not practice, but sat around their masters and listened to their master's great achievements in those years, calm and peaceful... On July 5, it was sunny. The sun was still so hot. Under the direct sunlight, the whole Foshan became quiet. There were no playful children on the street, and the masters and apprentices on Wuguan Street were not in the mood to listen to the story yesterday. They put their handkerchiefs on their heads and waited for the heat to subside, but the heat continued. Even at night, the dry ground was spraying a hot gasp, just like a dying giant exhaling his last breath of life... In 1937, on July 6, there was yin and wind. Although the sun was hidden behind the dark clouds, the heat did not subside at all. Instead, it looked more sultry under the depression of the low dark clouds. The whole Foshan was shrouded in a hazy tide. Even if he sat at home, the sweat could not stop flowing down from his body. At this moment, Zhou Tian stood in the middle of the courtyard of the martial arts school, looking up at the dark sky.

"Master Zhou is going to rain heavily." Liao Yuanzhi came out of the room naked, handed Zhou Tian a pot of herbal tea with dull eyes, looked at the sky and said.

"Yes, it's going to rain heavily..." Zhou Tian took the herbal tea in Liao Yuanzhi's hand, took a sip, and muttered bitterly... On July 7, 1937, the Lugou Bridge incident broke out! The Japanese army invaded China, which made the Chinese people restless and starved... From this moment on, the world in Zhou Tian's eyes was played like an accelerated movie. At the beginning, the military invasion of China did not bring changes to the life in Foshan. Only a few students occasionally held a demonstration, except for prices. In addition to the rise, the people of Foshan are still ignorant. The masters on Wuguan Street are still teaching boxing, the teahouse in Wu Chilin is still open again, and the children on the street are still playing carefree... Until the first refugees in the north appeared in Foshan, but the wailing of those refugees did not bring much shock to Foshan. The impact was far less than that of a newly opened court, but the subsequent Japanese army tanks shattered the whole Foshan. Originally, the rich who had not been knocked by the refugees who fled from the north also became members of the refugees under the bombardment of the Japanese army's cannons.

In October 1938, Foshan fell...

(to be continued)