Return to 2001 to pursue dreams

Gao Hongda really didn't like to talk nonsense with these Japanese people, but he really couldn't stand the old man's narrow-mindedness. However, when he turned around and thought about it, this old man had been sitting in a well watching the sky all his life, and there was no need to talk to a toad about these noble topics. Not interesting at all.

Nara Akutagawa took a sip of tea. After thinking for a few seconds, he nodded and responded: "You are right! I am narrow-minded. Just wait a moment." After saying that, he stood up and walked into the back room, holding out a rectangular brocade box. Gao Hongda I was overjoyed when I saw this. The old man finally wanted to give me a gift. It looked like a good knife too. You know, a top-quality samurai sword requires a forger master dozens of days, or even a year or two to make and grind it. In China, there is also a saying that it takes ten years to sharpen a sword.

After Nara Akutagawa sat down, he put the rectangular brocade box on his lap and opened the box. Inside was a piece of red cloth wrapped in a knife-shaped object. The old man opened the red cloth again, and there was another red cloth inside. Why is this so similar to Russia? It's like a matryoshka doll, and like an old lady in the country paying for it, you need to unpack it layer by layer.

The thing in this box is really a knife, but it is not a Japanese samurai sword, but a Chinese broad-backed and thick-edged sword. It is seventy or eighty centimeters long with handle and blade. It looks thick and heavy, even though the wound on the blade is It is clearly visible, which can prove that it has experienced many battles, but it is still shiny and seems to be well maintained. There is a Chinese character "王" engraved on the handle of the knife. Gao Hongda's eyes widened instantly. Could it be that this is the big sword Wang Wu that was lost among the people? That big knife?

Nara Akutagawa held the blade and handed the handle to Gao Hongda: "My friend, my father bought this knife from a farmer's house in Hebei. It is said to be a casual weapon once used by Wang Wu, the great swordsman of the late Qing Dynasty. I don't know if it is. The Patriarch you are talking about?"

This damn Japanese devil actually abducted the ancestor's sword and brought it to Japan.

Gao Hongda took the sword with one hand and stroked the blade with the other hand, feeling with his heart the weight of history brought by the sword. The handle is made of solid cast iron and is very heavy. It feels solid in the hand. Although the blade is also very thick, due to the heavy weight of the handle, the knife does not feel top-heavy in the hand. The value of this knife lies in the fact that it witnessed a folk hero's heroic deeds against the Qing government.

Gao Hongda held the heavy knife in his hand, and his heart boiled with excitement. He stood up and walked out, put on his shoes and jumped into the yard. He used all the Wang family sword skills he had learned when he was young and what Lao Luo taught him. The sword skills were fierce and sharp. , or chop or tease, or block or sweep, or attack or defend, they form their own rules. The wind of the knife is rolled up, and the fallen leaves are flying. When it rises, the knife is raised and dropped, and a cherry blossom tree as thick as a bowl in the yard is blocked by the waist. Cut it off, leaving a neat break without any curling of the blade.

Nara Akutagawa couldn't help but applaud, his expression looked very excited, and he kept shouting "Exquisite! Exquisite!"

Gao Hongda held his sword in a bow, made a gesture, and hid the sword behind his back. He couldn't help but praise: "What a sword! What a sword! Is Mr. Nara going to give the sword to me?"

The old man Akutagawa Nara was also generous and said directly: "This knife originally belonged to you. Today it is returned to the original owner. It is just a collection with me. Fate, fate! By chance, it turned out that Let me meet the descendants of a generation of heroes."

Gao Hongda carefully followed the old man's instructions in re-wrapping the knife and putting it into the box. After expressing his gratitude again, he asked with some confusion: "No reward for no merit. The old man gave me such an expensive gift. I don't know what I can do in return." of?"

The old man rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said, "I really have something to ask for! I'm afraid, little kid, you won't accept it."

Gao Hongda said in his heart: I know you are a cunning old man. You invited me to tea and gave you a knife, and you have been chattering here for a long time to create a friendly situation between China and Japan. After all, you have something to do!

Although he didn't know what the old man was going to ask for, Gao Hongda still calmly signaled to the old man that it didn't matter: You have to tell me something first before I can decide whether I can agree to it. If you ask me to help you steal the atomic bomb, it will definitely not work. of.

The old Japanese man Nara Akutagawa said with a smile: "This is within your ability! It's embarrassing to say that our Black Dragon Association has a history of a hundred years. We have rarely lost a hundred years, and it has gradually represented a part of the national glory. Today was originally a very good day. It was a friendly martial arts demonstration, but the apprentices were ignorant and lacked skills, which brought shame to the gym..."

Gao Hongda raised his hand to signal the old man to stop talking, and responded boldly: "Don't worry, old man. We just came to the gym to watch a performance this time. There was no competition at all, and no one was injured. It is also closed in China. As the saying goes in door-to-door competition, the victory or defeat is not passed on to the third person.”

The old man from Nara bowed down to express his thanks solemnly: "Thank you very much!"

It turns out that this old man is also a face-saving person. The Japanese have lost their skills and their character, but they still refuse to admit it. It is really in line with their usual style. For Gao Hongda, victory or defeat is not important at all. As long as he does not suffer a loss, as long as he can legitimately beat the Japanese, it will be a great satisfaction.

The old man sent them to the front hall, where he saw a group of apprentices surrounding Li Changbao, as if they were looking at giant pandas, and they exclaimed from time to time. If nothing else, they were all shocked by Li Changbao's appetite. The guy who bought the meal had to make countless trips, and the lunch boxes in front of Li Changbao were piled up like a hill.

Seeing Gao Hongda and the others coming out, Li Changbao wiped his mouth, stood up and burped, waved his hand and said coolly: "Let's go! If you want to get beaten next time, buy more food. Oh no, there won't be a next time! A group of people Weak chicken."

Takehiko Inoue didn't have the nerve to translate his words. I originally planned to give Gao Hongda some color to see if he could refuse further cooperation, but I didn't expect that these Chinese people were more violent than Bruce Lee and even cost the president of the Black Dragon Society a knife. But this is still a trivial matter. If the news that the Black Dragon Dojo was beaten gets out, it will not only be embarrassing for this dojo, but also the reputation of their karate will be wiped out.