Mr. Lu came. After Zhang Kun became famous, he quietly came to Cangzhou with clues, and Zhou Yaqi was also accompanied by Zhou Yaqi.

The two of them looked at Zhang Kun from a distance on a hillside not far from Qinggang for a morning.

They looked quietly, staring at Zhang Kun, who was completely different from usual, and were working hard to sweat, and then the two left.

They came quietly, and then left quietly, without disturbing anyone.

Because, that different Zhang Kun, his efforts made Mr. Lu and Zhou Yaqi finally choose to believe, wait and suffer.

They chose to believe in Zhang Kun, waiting for the competition four months later, and experiencing the painful torture.

On the same day that Mr. Lu came, in Okinawa, Japan, there was a huge gate in a wide sea of ​​bamboo.

A young man of twenty-six or seven years old, wearing a black suit, walked through the door in the middle of the door wall without any haste, and a humming sound suddenly came.

On the left side of the door, a huge open space was covered with beige tatami. On the tatami, hundreds of people were fighting each other in white training suits.

The young man looked straight and continued to walk from the side walkway, passing through the front yard, atrium, and then to the end, crossing a half-moon arch, and suddenly a fenced courtyard appeared in front of the young man.

A path made of white sand cover leads directly to a small teahouse, with stone groups and appropriate amounts of trees on both sides of the road.

The young man moved straight forward and slowly walked to the teahouse. Then he squatted down and gently took off his black leather shoes. Then he slowly stepped onto the wooden teahouse pedals, and then knelt down in front of two sliding doors, touching the ground with his forehead.

"Teacher, Yamamoto is back!" As soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke in authentic Chinese.

Inside the door of the jail is a small tea room with four and a half tatami mats compactly paved. The door faces a sandalwood niche. There is a floor stove on the left and a water house on the right. The water house is equipped with utensils for boiling, making tea, and tea-tasting utensils.

Then on the left side of the tea room, an ink painting was hung on the wall, and a steep ink painting was written on it. The painting style was cold. At first glance, it seemed like you were climbing up and looking far away.

Next to the ink painting, there is also a bamboo vase, with a white and pink flower inserted in the vase, which looks like spring.

In the middle of the tea room, a middle-aged man wearing a light gray brocade dress knelt in front of a short mahogany tea table, holding a cup of brewed tea soup in his hand, slowly pouring it into the tea cup, and sniffing the fragrance in the cup during the period.

The tea soup is ready, and the middle-aged man uses three fingers to pick up the tea cup, divide it into three mouthfuls, and sip it gently.

After drinking, the middle-aged man put down the tea cup, picked up the white towel on the tea towel plate and gently wiped his hands. Then he slowly raised his head and looked at the young man who had been knocking on the ground with his forehead.

"Get up!"

"Yes!" As soon as he said that, the young man gently straightened his back and knelt straight outside the Lark Zi door.

"How did you do this?" the middle-aged man whispered.

"Please forgive me for your sins. This mission has not been completed!" The young man Yamamoto's head was slightly lowered.

The middle-aged man sat there quietly without saying a word. The scene became silent for a while. After a while, the young man kept his head down and continued.

"After my disciple went to Nanhu, China last week, the murderer who injured his junior brother had long disappeared. Through various relationships, the disciple did not find any trace of the person."

"Later, my disciples found the Chi family and wanted to find the information of the person through the internal network of the Chinese public security. But they were blocked by a large family in the mainland of Nanhu and eventually had to give up."

"So, the disciples were unable to see that person from beginning to end, so I would like to forgive me."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man finally muttered, but he never said anything.

"However, the man seemed to guess that his disciple would go to him, so he asked someone else to leave a letter to his disciple!"

Yamamoto said, taking out a white envelope from his suit and underwear pocket, holding it in both hands and slowly stood up, walked to the opposite side of the middle-aged man with a small cloth, gently placed the envelope on the coffee table, and then backed back to the door of the thornko and knelt to the original place.

The middle-aged man in the tea room glanced at the envelope on the tea table, but did not pick it up, but looked at Yamamoto: "Tell me what you know about that person!"

"Yes!" Yamamoto nodded respectfully: "According to the investigation of his disciples, the murderer who injured his junior brother was a young man about 18 years old, 1.75 meters tall, a native of Nanhu, and good at boxing."

"According to my disciple's understanding of the battle between that man and his junior brother, the man's boxing skills are superb, but his physical strength seems to be insufficient. His overall strength is stronger than that of his junior brother. But if compared with his disciple, the disciple has a 90% chance of winning!"

"Um!" The middle-aged man whispered softly, but didn't say anything, but picked up the white envelope on the coffee table.

The envelope was not sealed, and the middle-aged man took out a piece of paper from the opening, which seemed to be cut from a4 paper, turned on the folded part to reveal the contents inside.

There are six obvious big words left on the middle of the white paper: August 12, Yanjing.

The content is simple and clear, one represents time and the other represents place.

If you don’t know the inside story, you may be inexplicable. One is that the time is not specific, and the other is that the location is too wide.

However, the middle-aged man smiled indifferently because for them, this would be enough, because as long as he appears in Yanjing, then someone will naturally lead him to his destination.

On the contrary, he was a little interested in the shape of these six characters.

The handwriting of ordinary black neutral pen is not sloppy, but it is definitely not good-looking. It is not considered a certain font, but it is just square.

Seeing these words, I think of the description Yamamoto said. A young man of seventeen or eighteen, standing in front of a table, holding a black neutral pen, wrote this extremely simple image of a middle-aged man, and then it appeared in the minds of a middle-aged man.

In addition to the six big characters in the center, there are six small characters in the lower right corner of the white paper: Liang's Yongchun Zhang Kun.

The middle-aged man slowly brushed the six small characters with his right hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Liang's Yongchun? Interesting.

At this time, Yamamoto said: "Teacher, my disciple did not find the murderer this time, but since the murderer dared to say challenging words, then the person will naturally appear on the day of the Sino-Japanese Martial Arts Competition. At that time, please ask the teacher to let me teach him a lesson and avenge my junior brother!"

After saying that, Yamamoto's forehead was compact and full of pleading.

"No!" The middle-aged man looked calm and slowly put down the envelope in his hand, then raised his lips: "I, go in person!"

As soon as he said that, Yamamoto, who was outside the door of the treacherous door, raised his head suddenly, and his face showed a look of horror, and he couldn't believe it...
Chapter completed!