Siheyuan: I'm not happy, don't even think about having a good life

After all the martial arts practitioners left, Shuangxi put away his knife with a reluctant look on his face. "Brother Guan, these people are no good. Is this the level of Tianjin martial arts practitioners? Those two are even the masters of the martial arts hall, but they don't even dare to take action?"

Hong Guan patted Shuangxi on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, there will be a few capable fighters. Even if these people are obsessed with money, there are still a few reliable ones!"

"That's good, but if we just let him go today, won't there be any problems?"

"Yes, so when you sleep at night, be alert and be careful not to get your head chopped off!"

Shuangxi smiled indifferently and followed Brother Guan, wondering how such a thing could happen.

After dinner, when night fell, Hong Guan and Shuangxi set up a few traps and hung bells inside the doors and windows, so that even if someone wanted to break in, they would wake up the two of them.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening. This was a slum, so not only electric lights, but even oil lamps had to be used sparingly. Plus, everyone was tired after a whole day, so they went to bed early.

A group of people slowly approached the courtyard where Hong Guan and Shuang Xi were. There were two people leading them. One was Zou Rong, the think tank of Tianjin martial arts, and the other was Lin Xiwen, who had just plotted against Zheng Shanao.

"Adjutant Lin, two idiots came today and beat up our martial arts people right here in this yard. Not only did they slap us in the face, they also slapped you in the face!"

Lin Xiwen raised his hand and said, "You don't need to tell me this. I know what to do. Nowadays, who would resort to violence if they can use a gun? No matter how good your kung fu is, you can be knocked down with one shot!"

But he didn't notice that when he said this, there was a strange light flashing in Zou Rong's eyes!

Lin Xiwen straightened his collar and waved to the soldiers behind him, "Go, shoot the two people inside!"

The soldier nodded and kicked the door of the courtyard, trying to break in. He triggered the mechanism directly, and two wooden arrows shot out, piercing the two soldiers in front of him!

Shuangxi and Hongguan, who were in the room, woke up when they heard the sound of someone kicking the door. They went to the window, poked a hole in the window paper, and looked outside. They found that it was not someone from the martial arts world!

Hong Guan shouted, "Shuangxi, those who are here are not from the martial arts world. Just use guns and kill them all!"

Upon hearing this, Shuangxi immediately opened fire at the people outside. Two soldiers had just climbed up the wall when they were shot and fell down.

Lin Xiwen's expression changed. "Director Zou, you didn't tell me that the people inside had guns!"

Zou Rong's expression was calm. "I don't know either. The people who started the fight this afternoon said they used Miao Dao! How about we retreat first and follow the rules of the martial arts tomorrow?"

Lin Xiwen sneered, "What the hell are the rules of the martial arts industry? If you want to kill the Marshal, you have to follow our rules! Don't rush in, just use grenades to deal with them!"

The soldier agreed, took out a grenade and threw it over the courtyard wall, but they didn't notice that the water in the water tank in the yard suddenly flew up, wrapped around the grenade, making a muffled sound, and it had no effect.

Don’t be fooled by the wooden-handled grenades in the movies, which seem to be very powerful. In fact, in theory, a wooden-handled grenade can only explode into four pieces. In reality, most of them cannot achieve the theoretical effect, and there is not much gunpowder added inside, so the lethality is very limited.

Lin Xiwen heard the muffled sound and was a little puzzled, "What's going on? Are all the grenades we brought stinky?"

A soldier shook his head and said, "That's impossible! How could they all be stink bombs?"

At this time, a figure came around from the back of the courtyard and stood behind them, holding an unsheathed Miao Dao!

"You guys have had enough fun, now it's my turn!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shuangxi suddenly exerted his strength and started running. Lin Xiwen hurriedly shouted, "Shoot, kill him for me!"

Just as he was shouting, Shuangxi had already come close. With a wave of his sword, the two soldiers were beheaded and blood spurted high!

Lin Xiwen drew his gun in panic, but when he got the pistol in his hand, he found that more than a dozen of his men were already dead. The others also opened fire, but Shuangxi grabbed a corpse to block them.

The bullet penetrated the body and hit the suit, but the power was very weak and only caused him slight pain.

Shuangxi moved forward two meters, threw the corpse out, then quickly stabbed three times, killing three more people. At the same time, he was shot twice and grimaced in pain!

But he did not stop and continued to advance. When Lin Xiwen ran out of bullets, Shuangxi also came in front of Lin Xiwen and knocked him out with an elbow. Shuangxi put his knife on Zou Rong's neck.

Shuangxi, whose face and body were covered in blood, smiled and said, "Brother Guan said that your name is Zou Rong. After Zheng Shan'ao retired from the Tianjin Wuxia, you became the leader. As for you, you are Lin Xiwen, who plotted against your own master and took photos of the evidence, right?"

Lin Xiwen stood up, holding his chest. "It's me. I advise you to surrender. Otherwise, when the army enters the city, you will still die!"

Just then, Hong Guan came out of the courtyard. Hearing Lin Xiwen's words, he couldn't help but applaud. "Logically speaking, you are able to sit in the position you are in today, so you shouldn't be a fool, but why do you always say stupid things?

If the army enters the city, we will all die. If I enter the Japanese Concession, the French Concession or the British Concession, do you dare to come in and arrest people?

Besides, you are just an adjutant, a lowly official. If I kill you, what can you do? You don't really think that your commander-in-chief will avenge you, do you? "

Lin Xiwen gritted his teeth and looked at Hong Guan, "What do you want?"

"Haha, what do I want? I want you to die. What's the point of keeping a person who takes advantage of others and bullies his teacher and ancestors?"

Seeing Shuangxi was about to take action, Lin Xiwen quickly said, "No, I'm still useful!"

"It's a pity that I don't want to use you, for fear that you might stab me in the back!"

Hearing Hong Guan's words, Shuangxi slashed over with a knife. A pistol slipped out of Lin Xiwen's sleeve and he shot at Shuangxi, but Shuangxi dodged it by tilting his head!

The long knife pierced into Lin Xiwen's heart, pinning him to the ground. He spat out blood foam, his face full of resentment, "How can you be faster than a bullet!"

Shuangxi grinned and said, "Of course I'm not as fast as a bullet, but I'm faster than you!" After that, he dragged Lin Xiwen horizontally, and his chest was opened. He was deader than dead!

Hong Guan looked at Zou Rong standing still and walked over with a smile, "Why don't you run?"

Zou Rong smiled, which made Shuangxi look a little shocked. Hong Guan was a little surprised. Could it be that Shuangxi liked the old lady? Don't say it, it really has a bit of flavor!

"Can I run away?"

"Very smart, then aren't you afraid of death?"

"I am afraid, but what's the use of being afraid? As long as I am still in Tianjin, with your skills and marksmanship, you can kill me at any time!"

"Haha, are you betting that I won't kill you?"

"Yes, you wanted to kill me. Just now you asked this little brother named Shuangxi to do it. Brother Shuangxi, has anyone told you that you look a lot like a guy named Geng Liangchen?"

Shuangxi nodded but didn't say anything. Hong Guan continued, "I heard that Zheng Shan'ao has retired from Tianjin Wushu. Do you have the final say now?"

Zou Rong showed a bright smile. If there was something to talk about, it meant that he didn't have to die.

"Everyone supported me. I was just a leader, and it was mainly a matter of pooling everyone's wisdom and efforts."

"I want them to teach for real, is that okay?"

"No, this is a rule set by the older generation. You can only accept two true disciples and teach them the real thing."

Hong Guan smiled playfully, "How many of the old generation are left?"

Zou Rong could hear the meaning behind the words, and his face changed. "What are you going to do?"

"It's simple. I have big fists and good marksmanship. If they don't change the rules, I'll kill them and make new rules!"

"No one will obey you like this!"

Hong Guan couldn't help laughing. "Submit? Why should I ask them to submit? Just be obedient. Those who don't should either leave Tianjin or die in Tianjin.

To tell you the truth, when Huo Yuanjia was in Tianjin, he didn't dare to talk to me like this. Do you think they can do it?"

"Have you met Master Huo?"

"Don't worry about this. If you don't want to leave Tianjin, three days later, go to the place where Huo Yuanjia fought, gather all the martial arts people, and have a duel with my brother Shuangxi.

We will fight in a round-robin battle until all the martial arts masters have fought. If they win, we leave. We win. I have the final say on the rules of Tianjin Martial Arts. Anyone who disobeys must either leave or die!"

"You're also going to open a martial arts school in Tianjin?"

Hong Guan shook his head in disdain. "I don't like it and I can't stand it. They are all obsessed with money and keep themselves to themselves. The things left by our ancestors are gone!"

Zou Rong gave Hong Guan a meaningful look and said, "I can go and tell them, but I can't guarantee whether they will come or not."

Hong Guan laughed and said, "If they don't come, I will regard them as disobedient. You can also tell them what the consequences will be!"

Zou Rong left alone. Shuangxi stared at Zou Rong's back in a daze. Hong Guan rolled his eyes and couldn't help but pat him.

"Everyone has left, why are you still looking! Your last name isn't Cao, why are you staring at the widow? This widow is the Black Widow, she's very cunning, you can't beat her!"

Shuangxi scratched his head awkwardly, "Brother Guan, what are you talking about? What does this have to do with whether her last name is Cao or not? I just think she is very special!"

Hong Guan shook his head and laughed, "Why do you say that? Cao Cao is a good wife! She is also special. Her husband died early, and she is the one who supports the martial arts school.

But it's not suitable for you. If you like older ones, when you return to the base camp, ask your sister to find you a few. Older ones are also good and will be caring!"

While speaking, he released magic energy, which dissolved the bodies of Lin Xiwen and the others. It must be said that this magic energy was really useful and was great at destroying corpses and removing all traces!

Shuangxi's face turned red, and no one knew what he was thinking. He turned around and ran back to his room.

At around ten o'clock the next morning, Hong Guan came to Chen Shi's yard carrying two jars of three-jin tonic wine, and Shuangxi came to Chen Shi's yard carrying roast duck, pork elbow, braised beef and roast chicken.

After knocking on the door and coming in, I saw Chen Shi, Zhao Guohui and Geng Liangchen sitting at the table. There were many crabs on the table, but they seemed to be eating bland food!

This reminded Hong Guan of what was written in history books: During the Republic of China period, poor people could only survive by eating hairy crabs!

Don't think this is a black joke. In fact, during the Republic of China period, crabs were plentiful and cheaper than rice and noodles. But eating too much of this thing will cause old age.

Crabs are cold in nature, and the body cannot tolerate eating too much. They are also high in purine, which makes it easy to get gout. There was no gout surgery in the Republic of China, and many people suffered from unbearable pain and felt that life was worse than death.