Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

The blade fell into his hand.

Lin Ji's prostrate stance suddenly swelled, and before the Japanese soldiers could even show themselves, he charged forward.

Gu Yanqiu looked at the bustling, screaming, and fleeing crowd, his eyes flashing with sternness. He picked up a samurai sword from the ground and rushed out after Lin Ji.

Lin Jidi's appearance caught the Japanese soldiers off guard.

At the corner of the city wall, the heavily armed soldiers froze in place. When they saw the broken knife in Lin Ji's hand, they suddenly raised their hands and pointed their guns at Lin Ji.

Lin Ji didn't stop for a moment and rushed straight into the crowd.

"Baka!"

The Japanese officer cursed angrily at the oncoming figure, raising his katana overhead: "Banzai!"

next second.

Half an hour later, his head shot skyward.

In the eyes of a master of internal energy cultivation, a mere bone-refining cultivator is nothing more than an ant.

Lin Ji slashed the broken samurai sword through his mouth and charged toward the Japanese soldiers behind him.

"Pfft!"

The broken blade sliced ​​through the Japanese soldier's raised musket and pierced straight through his chest.

Lin Ji didn't even glance at it. He moved with the Tai Chi steps, and half of the samurai sword flew in his hand. In the next instant, the blade was embedded in the throat of another Japanese soldier.

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye.

Three Japanese soldiers were killed.

Even the ruthless Japanese soldiers couldn't help but feel a sense of panic.

The crowd instantly panicked.

"Uncle Lin, I'm here to help you."

Ignoring whether he would get his clothes dirty, Gu Yanqiu drew his knife and charged into the crowd.

The arrival of two experts with internal strength among the group of top-level Japanese soldiers who had refined their bones caused a huge stir.

Less than three breaths.

Only one person remained, hiding on the ground, clutching his head, frantically begging for mercy: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Gu Yanqiu raised his sword to strike, but Lin Ji raised his broken sword and swiftly stopped him.

"Instructor Gu, spare him. I have some questions for him."

Gu Yanqiu glanced at Lin Ji, casually tossed the samurai sword in his hand to the ground, and slowly retreated.

Lin Ji stepped forward slowly, the tip of his knife pointing at the throat of the Japanese soldier.

"Don't kill me!"

The Japanese soldier with a buzz cut suddenly stopped, his face contorted, and he only managed to swallow halfway.

"Tell me the location of the Japanese stronghold in Xincheng and the strength of the personnel stationed there." Lin Jicai had just learned this lesson the hard way in Jiangcheng, and he vaguely suspected that the Japanese were hiding a huge secret in Xincheng.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll talk!" The Japanese soldier jerked back, a ferocious expression spreading across his young face. A short sword was drawn from his sleeve and thrust straight at Lin Ji's chest: "You Chinese pig, die!"

"Uncle Lin, be careful!" Gu Yanqiu, standing behind Lin Ji, was shocked and kicked the samurai sword on the ground toward the Japanese soldier.

Lin Ji's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the broken sword in his hand flashed through the air.

"Ding!"

The short sword in the Japanese soldier's hand was deflected.

Lin Ji's movements were not slow at all; the broken sword drew several arcs of light in the air.

"ah--"

The Japanese soldiers screamed in agony.

In the blink of an eye.

His arms and legs were both severed by Lin Ji.

To tell or not to tell.

Lin Ji pressed his blade against the Japanese soldier's throat once more.

The next second, the Japanese soldier's throat moved. He was just about to speak.

Lin Ji suddenly slid the blade, and "thud!" the blade plunged into the throat of the Japanese soldier.

Seeing the incredulous look in the young Japanese soldier's eyes, Lin Ji said softly, "Your time is up."

Lin Ji flicked his ear.

Another series of footsteps came from afar.

"A god of death, he's simply a killer!"

"Oh dear, why did you kill so many Japanese? Now look what's happened, the people of Xincheng are going to suffer again."

"Run, everyone! This guy's a plague!"

The scattered crowd regrouped, hiding in their own secluded corners and pointing and whispering about Lin Ji.

Gu Yanqiu's expression immediately turned ugly.

Who were the two trying to save?

Aren't they just ordinary people?

They turned around and bit back.

Lin Ji grabbed Gu Yanqiu and whispered again, "Let's go, it's too late."

The two then slipped through the city gate and entered Xincheng.

……

On the official road leading from the provincial capital to Jiangcheng.

A group of people walked slowly, their expressions solemn, their ranks orderly.

You can tell they are Japanese by the uniforms they are wearing.

In the center of the group.

A large palanquin carried by people moved slowly forward.

Beneath the palanquin were sixteen burly men in tattered clothes, their backs hunched as they carried the palanquin forward.

On the grand carriage.

A middle-aged woman dressed in an extremely effeminate manner, wearing a black, white, and red kimono with cherry blossom patterns, lay on her side, holding a glass of red wine in her hand.

Two brightly dressed women were massaging his feet through his wooden clogs.

"Your Highness, the Third Prince has been dead for a day now. Our progress is so slow; I'm afraid the Emperor will have something to say about it."

On the palanquin, the one speaking was an old man with white hair and beard but full of vigor.

"Eldest brother has always favored third brother. Now that third brother is dead, I wonder who eldest brother will choose as his successor. What do you think, Jingxiu?"

The man picked up a grape and put it into the mouth of the woman massaging his feet. He then casually raised his hand to touch the woman's cheek, and just as he was about to pull his hand away, he slapped her across the face.

"I'm sorry, Prince Liu!" the woman hurriedly knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

"Hmph, I rewarded you with grapes, but when have I ever allowed you to even look me in the eye? Drag her away and cook her." With a wave of his hand, the sixth prince sent the woman crashing from the palanquin.

The old man slightly raised his eyelids to glance at the woman who had fallen from the carriage and was shouting, then looked away and said in a fawning tone, "Naturally, it's the Sixth Prince."

"Oh dear, my elder brother doesn't like me much." The Sixth Prince peeled another grape and fed it to another woman.

"Jingxiu called back to China and said that Jingmei would arrive in Jiangcheng in three days."

Prince Jingmei raised her wine cup, took a small sip, and looked at the old man:

"By the way, Jingren, when will the breathing technique that Xincheng found be delivered? I've been stuck at the half-step Transcendent Realm for half a year. With this breathing technique, I'll be able to break through to the Transcendent Realm in a few days. At that time, not only Jiangcheng, but the entire Guanghua Provincial Capital will have to listen to me."

"We will depart from Xincheng today, and I estimate that you, the Sixth Prince, will meet us tomorrow," the old man replied with a bow.

"Hahaha, good!" The Sixth Prince laughed arrogantly.

……

Gu Yanqiu pulled Lin Ji along, weaving through the streets and alleys.

Fortunately, she had other clothes in her suitcase, so she changed into very ordinary clothes, and the two of them were inconspicuous in Xincheng.

just.

Wandering through the streets and alleys.

Lin Ji discovered that Xincheng was very different from Jiangcheng.

Xincheng has no port or dock.

But this area is full of martial arts schools.

But now it's deserted and desolate.

Many martial arts schools still in operation display the Japanese flag (Rising Sun flag) above their entrances.

"Xincheng is a major city for martial arts. Countless martial arts traditions and techniques in Guanghua Province originated from Xincheng." Gu Yanqiu saw Lin Ji's confusion and explained, "By the way, our Martial Hall's Chuishan Fist originated from here."

Lin Ji nodded. He hadn't practiced martial arts before, so he naturally didn't pay attention to these things, but he had heard a little about the martial arts tradition in Xincheng.

The two moved stealthily, constantly searching along alleys and corners.

Finally, Gu Yanqiu's expression brightened slightly. He poked his head out from the alley and pointed to a small alley across the main road.

"Uncle Lin, that's the alley where my house is located."

"Click-clack!"

The sound of leather shoes mingled with the sound of cars in the street.

A black Buick drove past the two men, and in the passenger seat, a Japanese man in a black uniform was holding a box wrapped in golden silk.