The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Mid-December.

In northern Gaul, including the Eiffel Tower, temperatures have plummeted.

On the eve of Li Feng's departure, the news that Mr. Dong was about to die spread from Chinatown to Iliff Town.

Li Feng, who was packing his bags silently, was a little surprised when he heard the news. When they last met, it was obvious that his body was exhausted, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't be able to withstand it even at the end of the year.

"Because I practiced internal martial arts, and now I'm still practicing San Gong~!"

The bald man who got the news must have chosen to inform Li Feng first. Although the people living in the Castle Manor in Ivry Town knew that the residence was from the Chinese Business Association, they rarely knew about Chen Dongzhi, because the president of the association had been changed to Most people who know a little bit about Lao Wu will assume that it was given by Lao Wu.

"Internal boxing, San Gong?"

Listening to the bald man's description, Li Feng's hands folding clothes paused for a moment. He really didn't understand the operating principles of martial arts. Until later, the troops only knew hard qigong at best, and they had never heard of internal martial arts.

"I've only heard of this process, and I've never seen anyone actually practice it to this point. I didn't expect him to... Hey, the process is very painful, but if you don't take off the breath, it will be even more painful~!"

Being in the Investigation Department, Baldhead still knows a little bit about these Chinese martial arts, but his understanding is still limited. After all, there are not many people in his hometown who can practice Chinese martial arts to this extent.

Who would have imagined that in Gaul, thousands of miles away, there would be a folk master who has reached the advanced level of kung fu.

No wonder he could become the leader of the Gaul branch of the Hongmen. Thinking about it now, only the extraordinary folk of that era could do it.

Throwing a handful of folded clothes into the suitcase, Li Feng sat on the edge of the bed, looked into the distance through the window, put his hands on his knees, and sighed heavily.

"When will the funeral be held?"

Li Feng had never heard of San Gong, but the little old man wearing prosthetic eyes had been a big help after he came.

Under his own eyes, he personally handed over the dragon head stick, the symbol of the gang, to the organization. It would be unreasonable for Li Feng not to express his condolences before leaving.

"It will take three days. What Lao Wu just said, according to the time, it should be seven or eight o'clock tomorrow night. No one can get close now. I heard that this process is more dangerous. It is like a boiler in a factory. That breath can Even if you risk your life, you can also harm others~!”

The bald man's face is a bit bleak. Logically speaking, internal martial arts are for cultivating one's body and mind, and generally lead to a longer life. But this Mr. Dong, I heard, also survived the battlefield in his early years. He only has one eye left, so I guess. He was seriously injured, and if it wasn't for his internal skills, he might have left long ago.

"Go, call the association. I'll go take a look tonight. I have to leave tomorrow~!"

Time is very tight, and Li Feng cannot curse others for dying at the wrong time, nor can he change the itinerary without authorization. The investigation department considers the information he brought with him more important than his life. Everything is kept confidential, and only when he enters the political Among the director's visiting team, Li Feng's return journey was not to be said to be smooth sailing, but at least the prying eyes had to stop.

I just beat Ah San last year, very neatly, and now the closest distance to their Delhi is only 200 kilometers away. No one would be so mad at this time that they want to compete with their hometown.

The advantage of prosperous martial arts is this, the shock value can be directly maximized.

"Why don't we bring these clothes or something? It can also distract others' attention~!"

Looking at Li Feng's full suitcase, the bald man grinned a little. Among them, Li Feng's clothes were changed the most diligently, and he also took the most things back.

"Get out~!"

Mr. Dong, just left like this, Li Feng felt a little uncomfortable. The clothes in the suitcase were used by him to exchange information with the space at critical times. If there was no need for them, Bald and the others could carry them.

"After I leave, you will also follow me back. Don't tell them yet~!"

……

After dinner in the evening, Li Feng drove alone from the Castle Manor towards the Chinatown Chinese Business Association.

The weather was gloomy, and so was his mood. Two months ago, the little old man who was still full of energy was gone like this, and he felt really bad.

In Chinatown in the evening, there were not many pedestrians or tourists on the street, because the shops and shops along the street were all neatly closed, and the tactful apology slogans on the doors also made tourists who didn't know why come here with interest. , and came back defeated.

Looking at this scene, Li Feng also guessed where they were going. These shopkeepers and bosses were craftsmen like Zeng Ada. If it hadn't been for Mr. Dong back then, he might not have been able to gain a foothold in this place. Chen Dongzhi's existence allowed them to survive to the prosperity of Chinatown today.

The two achieve each other and support each other. Without the support of so many people, Hongmen may not have a firm foothold in Gaul.

As expected, the square outside the door of the Chinese Business Association was already crowded with many people, wearing white linen cloths and just standing there.

No one would say that they were disrespectful. When the internal martial arts has reached the stage of dispersion, it is already exhausted, and the countdown stage of life is at a point where even gods and gods cannot save it.

During the day, they still have to open the door to welcome guests. According to Dong Ye’s instructions before the gong, it is not easy for Chinatown to get to this point. He cannot affect the guests because of him. All the people present can only close the door voluntarily after dusk. Closed and guarded here. There were not many members of the Chinese Business Association present. Compared to the shopkeepers who were wearing linen linen clothes, they also had white cloth tied on their foreheads. Mr. Dong had no children, but he came from the Hongmen Martial Arts Hall. They are all his children.

The car stopped outside the square. Li Feng got out of the car with a sad expression. After lighting a cigarette, he had mixed feelings when he saw this scene.

In my hometown, when a respected person leaves, there will be such a big battle at the entrance of the ancestral hall, but I didn't expect to see this scene here.

After searching the space for a long time, Li Feng found something on his hand. He rubbed it in his palm. After opening the box, the first-class medal was still shining even in the evening.

"Follow me and I'm wronging you. Only by following him can I be worthy of you~!"

After closing the wooden box, Mr. Chen Dongzhi helped his hometown by entering the embassy in advance. All the money and manor were handed over to his hometown without taking any money. He led these compatriots to fight for a glimmer of life in the difficult years. He is a person with special contributions. .

His reputation is not bad anymore. The worst thing about him may be the recognition of him from his hometown~!

Fallen leaves return to their roots, and people miss their hometown. With this medal, Li Feng represents his hometown and gives him this special honor.

Seeing Li Feng coming, many people avoided their bodies and spontaneously stepped out of the way until they reached the entrance of the association. Zeng Ada's family looked at the closed door with sad faces.

"You came."

"I should come~!"

Lao Wu looked a little hesitant, because he was holding a piece of linen clothing in his hand. He didn't know whether to give it to him or not. Unexpectedly, Li Feng took it with a natural expression and stuffed it into his palm. A wooden box.

"This is a thank-you to him from the people of his hometown. It's a bit late. I hope you can pass it on to him for me~~!"

Lao Wu looked at the small wooden box in his hand and was a little confused. This slightly simple object without any exaggerated packaging was surprising at this time. Does this object represent his hometown?

It wasn't until he opened the box that he realized that Li Feng had not lied to him. A glittering golden medal suddenly came into view. Vice President Yuan, who was also watching next to him, had a trace of envy in his eyes when he saw the medal.

It seems that just as Li Feng thought, the older he gets, the more he feels an inexplicable sense of belonging to his hometown.

"This~!"

"Take it, don't let him have any regrets, he also shed blood for his hometown~!"

Lao Wu's lips were trembling, and his eyes were full of tears. He didn't expect that at the last moment, the people in his hometown would still remember Mr. Dong for sending such a heavy gift. He was about to say thank you, but Li Feng held him up.

In the association, a muffled scream could be heard vaguely. Mr. Chen Dongzhi, who had been struggling for two days, had shrunk by two inches again, his eyes were tightly closed and his whole body was convulsing.

She sat cross-legged on the ground, her face was purple, and her breathing had almost stopped. Only the Dantian in her lower abdomen suddenly swelled and deflated, and the airflow that was hard to detect with the naked eye suddenly rolled around again like a naughty child, but she just didn't want to and leaving.

The thin clothes were still soaked with sweat in this cold season, like a person fished out of the river, as if he was really on the verge of death after half a step, but he was stuck on that pass.

The coffin that had been laid long ago was placed in the yard, waiting quietly for him to spend the last moments of his life.

"Master Dong, this is a medal given to you by your hometown, first-class merit. Master Dong, please open your eyes and take a look~!"

Logically speaking, no one should disturb him at this time, but Lao Wu came anyway. He was also one of Mr. Dong’s children. Others were afraid of hurting him, but he was not afraid. With the honor given by his hometown, Lao Wu knelt down like a child. In front of Mr. Dong.

The white silk tied on the forehead swayed in the wind, and the golden medal seemed to absorb all the light, shining the most brilliant light in his life.

Mr. Dong, who has his eyes tightly closed, has lost all sense of the outside world in the past two days. All the energy in his body has been used in his Dantian, competing with the old friend who has followed him for most of his life. It is like a loyal Like a puppy, even if it knows its owner has left, it still doesn't want to leave.

Until Lao Wu respectfully held the medal in front of him, the breath lingering in his dantian, unwilling to leave, seemed to have finally found a place where he could leave with peace of mind.

His lower abdomen was visibly shriveled, his chest was bulging, and a cracking sound came from his throat. The first-class medal box was instantly closed as if it had been shocked.

Mr. Dong, who had not opened his eyes for two days and had not taken any water, slowly opened his turbid eyes at this time. He looked at Lao Wu with peaceful and serene eyes and withered lips. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but could no longer say anything. Any words.

Mr. Dong looked at the box on the ground, picked it up, and stood up slowly. Finally, he walked into the coffin that had been prepared and lay down.

After placing the medal on his abdomen, placing his hands on it, he closed his eyes.

"Master Dong, you are smiling at Jiuquan~~!"

A generation of legends passed away amidst loud shouts. (End of chapter)