The son of the Republic of China dressed as a fake young master of salted fish

In the empty old warehouse, the Japanese in black samurai uniforms formed a circle.

In the center are Gu Jincheng holding a Tang sword, and Matsudaira holding a samurai sword.

Song Ping showed a triumphant smile: "Mr. Gu, I hope you will not hesitate to teach me."

Holding a knife, he posed in a kendo confrontation posture, "Please——"

Gu Jincheng pulled out the Lengli Tang knife, threw the scabbard back to Gu Wenyue, and arrogantly pointed the tip of the knife at another sitting knife holder.

"Songping, you have invited a master all the way, and you still don't let him play? You don't have to use it, my knife is not interested in you."

Gu Wenyue hugged the heavy scabbard with both hands, listening to his harsh words, he always felt that Songping would be so angry that he would spontaneously ignite in the next moment.

The Japanese was obviously irritated by such a provocative gesture and tone. Although he could not understand Chinese at all, he stomped his feet heavily, stood up, walked behind Matsudaira, and pushed Matsudaira aside with a samurai sword.

Song Ping gritted his teeth until he shattered, and said to Gu Jincheng, "Okay, since you want to directly challenge my master, then I won't let you down."

Introduced proudly by Matsudaira, his master is named Zhong Chuan, who has won many kendo awards and is a first-class kendo master.

Zhong Chuan was good at using the word "forbearance", although he was provoked by Gu Jincheng, but after going into battle, he was well-mannered, stared at his opponent with short eyebrows, and nodded vigorously.

Gu Jincheng didn't pay so much attention, he raised the knife with his left hand, and the blade cut through the air, making a harsh sound.

The blade deflected, and the cold light narrowed.

Zhong Chuan pulled out his saber to tie the flower, and the sharp blade also brought out waves of sharp wind.

The warehouse was instantly silent, and everyone was staring at the man who was about to face off.

Gu Wenyue didn't dare to blink at all, the tips of two knives were printed in his eyes.

When had he seen this kind of battle, let alone one of them was Gu Jincheng, who was too depressed to breathe.

Zhong Chuan took the lead in chopping with his knife, and when he stomped heavily, he stirred up waves of dust on the concrete floor.

Not far away, Gu Wenyue felt the ground shaking, and his eyes widened instantly.

Gu Jincheng's posture was strong and powerful, he retreated quickly to avoid the knife, and then swung the knife towards Zhongchuan with a thunderous force.

After going back and forth, Gu Wenyue guessed that Gu Jincheng did not learn knives overnight, and it is likely that he learned knives seriously from a teacher, and there is a set of rules and regulations in how to draw knives.

In particular, Gu Jincheng is left-handed. Compared with right-handed people, the angle of the knife is more tricky. In addition, he is tall and tall, with strong arms, which is a natural advantage in itself.

Gu Wen held his breath with difficulty, not daring to miss any moment.

In the center of the venue, among swords and swords, there was a clanging and powerful collision sound.

The sound of metal colliding is sharp and piercing, and when the density reaches a certain level, there is a chilling danger swirling in the air.

Songping's expression was dignified, he never imagined that even with the strength of his master Zhong Chuan, he would not be able to defeat Gu Jincheng with an absolute advantage?

The last time he competed with Gu Jincheng, it was obvious that the opponent might only have used [-]% of his strength.

Many of the people surrounding the venue were Chinese, and they had never seen a head-to-head confrontation between a Chinese Tang sword and a Japanese samurai sword in their entire lives.

The two short, burly men who had tied Gu Wenyue together at the beginning looked at each other, and while the others were not paying attention, they quietly walked together and backed away, talking in a low voice.

"Isn't it really going to kill someone today? Didn't Songping fucking say that he just needs to get someone here? What should we do now?"

"Who is this Gu? Why is he so awesome?"

"The question now is if he defeats Songping's people, will Songping kill the two brothers?"

"These Japanese seem to be *, damn it, I just saw several arms with blue dragons and white tigers, fuck it"

"Then what should we do? What's the matter with us? Speaking of which, we and this brother surnamed Gu are both Chinese, and we are cheating our own people?"

"No, why don't we call the police? If someone dies, the Japanese will leave as soon as they say it, and we may be trapped to death."

The short fat man swallowed nervously, started to back away silently, hurriedly withdrew from the warehouse, pretended to relieve himself, ran under a tree to touch his mobile phone and started calling 110.

The two people who were competing with swords seemed to be of equal strength, and they had their own advantages in the speed, strength and angle of the swords, so they were indistinguishable for a while.

Following Nakagawa's shout, the samurai sword swung towards Gu Jincheng with astonishing speed and in an extremely weird way.

Gu Wenyue's heart rose to his throat, but he didn't dare to make any sound, for fear of affecting Gu Jincheng, the fingers holding the scabbard were so hard that his knuckles turned white and red.

Song Ping had already seen the hope, and his whole body was invigorated. Today, he wanted to see Gu Jincheng become the defeat of his subordinates.

Everyone was staring at them, at Gu Jincheng's imminent defeat.

However, something unexpected happened.

In an astonishingly fast turn, Gu Jincheng resisted the samurai sword that was stabbing at him in a strange posture. In the momentum of thunder, he actually took a step forward, crossed the front of Nakagawa, and slashed Nakagawa's cheek with the Tang Dao with his backhand.

The blade of the cold light was stained with a trace of blood.

A bloody mouth appeared on Zhong Chuan's cheek.

From Zhongchuan to Songping, no one knew how Gu Jincheng swung the knife.

Someone on the outermost edge made an incredible voice of astonishment: "Why is his knife in his right hand?"

Only then did everyone notice that Gu Jincheng's Tang Dao was held in his right hand.

Only Gu Wenyue knew that Gu Jincheng used his body to lure the enemy.

After Zhong Chuan became familiar with his left-handed knife moves, he deliberately exposed his dead point in the second half. When Zhong Chuan took the bait and thought that he could win with one blow, he switched the sword to his right hand. The dead point that Zhong Chuan thought would naturally become his own. dead end.

But this way is too dangerous. If you make a mistake, it is impossible to predict how much damage Nakagawa's samurai sword will cause to Gu Jincheng.

According to Gu Wenyue's judgment, Zhong Chuan's knife just now clearly aimed at Gu Jincheng's heart.

Therefore, Gu Jincheng's strategy this time is really seeking victory in danger.

Nakagawa's figure was like a sculpture, and the samurai sword in his hand was still raised in the same posture as before.

Blood oozed down his face, and his expression was hideous and terrifying in the pale light.

He failed, and received the greatest insult ever.

Matsudaira muttered to himself in Japanese, "He can still use his right hand, and his right hand is as good as his left hand!"

While Song Ping was startled, Zhong Chuan did not stop, but swung his knife at Gu Jincheng's side in a desperate posture.

Gu Jincheng dodged quickly, blocked his attack with a knife in his backhand, and said angrily to Songping: "Is this the master you invited? Songping, you should know that this is not in your Japan."

Zhong Chuan yelled out a string of Japanese, vowing to take revenge.

Gu Jincheng frowned with thick eyebrows, and he also put on a state of life-and-death struggle. Another fatal blow also drew a bloodstain on the other side of Zhongchuan's face.

"Baga!" Zhongchuan was furious, and his moves gradually became crazy and messy.

Matsudaira rushed forward and tried to dissuade Nakagawa in Japanese, but Nakagawa was so enraged that he didn't listen to the persuasion at all. Instead, he ordered the two samurai he brought along to go together.

When Gu Wenyue saw two men in samurai uniform rushing towards Gu Jincheng, he was so frightened that he stood up from his chair.

Fortunately, Gu Jincheng retreated lightly, facing the three people in front of him, he raised Tang Dao across his chest, and asked in Japanese: "Zhongchuan, if you can't afford to lose, what kind of sword do you come to China to compare?"

There are two apprentices with strong sword skills on the left and right of Zhong Chuan, who are like tigers coming out of the mountain at this moment: "You Chinese are too much, I want you to know what is the power of a samurai sword today!"

Gu Jincheng sneered: "Your samurai swords are so powerful that you can't beat them alone, can you fight with a group of people?"

Furious, Zhong Chuan rushed to Gu Jincheng first, and the two Japanese on the left and right flanked him at the same time.

Gu Wenyue turned pale with fright. When everyone was attracted by the one-on-three duel, he put down the scabbard and rushed towards Songping.

When he passed by a man holding a samurai sword, he quickly drew the sword forward, placed it directly on Songping's neck, and shouted loudly: "Stop it! Or I'll kill him!"

With a low growl, the few people who were in the fierce duel were stopped.

When Gu Jincheng turned around, he saw Gu Wenyue who was full of scarlet eyes. He held a knife with both hands to the Songping artery and stared straight at himself.

Songping didn't move.

With Songping's strength, it would be easy for him to repel Gu Wenyue, but he cooperated with Gu Wenyue strangely, and quickly said to Zhong Chuan: "Master, stop. We can't really kill him, my purpose is not to invite you to come here to commit crimes. "

Why didn’t Zhong Chuan know his purpose, and said angrily: “Since I’m here, I can’t leave easily! Today I must let him keep a part! One arm, one leg!”

Songping was in a cold sweat, not because of the knife around his neck, but because of Songping who didn't follow the rules.

He is essentially a businessman, and a businessman values ​​peace, even if he signs the life and death certificate, it is only to challenge Jincheng in name, not to really kill him.

Gu Wenyue impatiently listened to their chattering Japanese, pushed Songping, advanced the knife a few minutes, and ordered Gu Jincheng: "Hurry up!"

Gu Jincheng raised his knife and retreated, walked to Gu Wenyue's side, and immediately grabbed his wrist.

He lowered his voice and asked Songping: "Who did you invite? Can you do it yourself now?"

Song Ping wiped off his cold sweat: "Mr. Gu, you guys are holding me hostage, let's drive away, just put me down halfway."

Gu Jincheng raised his watch: "No, the police will be here immediately. Just wait where you are."

Matsudaira: ...

Gu Wenyue held the knife very heavily, and said to Gu Jincheng, "It can't be done, my hands are sore."

The katana was too heavy for him to hold on.

"I'll do it." Gu Jincheng raised the Tang knife and put it on Songping's shoulder from behind, and with the other hand, he held Gu Wenyue's wrist and pulled it tightly to his side to protect it.

Gu Wenyue stood beside him, protected by his burly body, and suddenly felt a sense of security, but he didn't know when the police would feel it, he still clenched the knife in his hand uneasily.

Song Ping was taken aback, originally he knew that Gu Wenyue's strength was not strong, but Gu Jincheng's movements and strength to reach his upper neck were too compelling.

Instinctively, he straightened his body, and with a strong desire to survive, he slightly avoided the blood-stained blade, for fear that the blade would not have eyes.

Seeing Songping's nervousness, Gu Jincheng sarcastically said, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in killing you."

Zhong Chuan and several apprentices stared at each other, their eyes were evil like hyenas.

Especially the apprentice, still ready to wait for the opportunity to move.

Gu Jincheng said to Song Ping: "You, master, seem to not care about your life or death at all, he looks at you as if you are in trouble."

At this time, a heavy horn sounded from outside.

"You are surrounded, put down your weapons!"

"Listen, people inside, put down your weapons!"

"You are surrounded!"

All around the warehouse was this rough voice, shouting over and over again.

Gu Wenyue relaxed, held Gu Jincheng's hand behind his back, looked at him deeply, and exhaled a dirty breath: "I'm scared to death."

Matsudaira's people and Nakagawa's people are not of one mind. Matsudaira made his own people put down their samurai swords, but he couldn't make others do so.

Nakagawa and his apprentice Katana retreated step by step.

Songping told him that the police were here and that they needed to put down their weapons. After saying it many times, they did so.

Zhong Chuan's sinister eyes kept staring at Gu Jincheng and Gu Wenyue beside him.

The special police officers in black rushed in, facing so many Japanese samurai and samurai swords for the first time, they held guns in their hands and made everyone stand in a row cautiously.

Gu Jincheng and Gu Wenyue pushed Songping towards the leading special police, and Gu Jincheng briefly explained the situation.

The special police directly handcuffed Songping, and Gu Jincheng put down the Tang knife.

But Nakagawa and the others looked at the police cautiously and said a lot in Japanese.

Gu Jincheng quickly translated: "They asked to contact the Japanese embassy. This person named Zhong Chuan said that he has a certain identity."

After Songping was handcuffed, he said a few words loudly to Zhong Chuan, telling him not to resist and go to the police station first, and the people from the embassy will take over. If he does not put down his weapons now, the special police may take extreme measures, and it will be very troublesome.

Only then did Nakagawa put down his samurai sword vigilantly.

However, a red-eyed apprentice beside Zhongchuan threw the samurai sword in Gu Wenyue's direction the moment he put the sword down.

At the very moment, there was a gunshot.

Gu Jincheng pushed Gu Wenyue, but unfortunately his left arm was stabbed obliquely by the samurai sword.

The point of the samurai sword was nailed to the door, and blood gushed out from Gu Jincheng's arm.

As the gunshot rang out, Zhong Chuan's apprentice was shot in the right wrist and fell to the ground, clutching his bloody wrist, twitching in pain.

Seeing the blood on Gu Jincheng's left arm staining the concrete floor red, Zhong Chuan unexpectedly showed a strange expression of satisfaction on his face.

The frightened Gu Wenyue hugged Gu Jincheng tightly: "Brother Jincheng!"

The hole in the black cashmere sweater was huge. When the blood gushed out, he thought his arm was broken and his knees were soft, so he could only press the wound desperately. The palms of his five fingers were filled with sticky and warm blood, and the smell of iron filled his nostrils. , almost nauseated.

Gu Jincheng pressed the wound tightly, gnashing his teeth in pain, but tried his best to comfort him: "Don't be afraid of Wen Yue, it's fine."

The special police sent the person out immediately, and after emergency treatment, he was taken to the hospital in a car.

The bodyguards of the Gu family, led by Zheng Ye, were all waiting outside. They were ordered not to go forward by the special police just now.

Zheng Ye learned from the special police who rushed down that Gu Jincheng and Gu Wenyue were in the police car, and they all boarded the car with their bodyguards and followed them to the hospital.

Gu Jincheng lost too much blood and was lying in the police car feeling a little dazed, with his right hand firmly clasping Gu Wenyue's hand, and slowly comforting him word by word: "The hand is not broken. Wen Yue, don't cry because of me."

An escorting special police reminded: "Injured, please don't talk."

Gu Wenyue's black down jacket was covered in blood, holding Gu Jincheng's suit in his arms, and Tang Dao was taken away by the special police just now.

He was so frightened that his soul flew away. Now, with trembling lips, he looked down at Gu Jincheng whose face was splattered with blood, and couldn't help hugging his head: "Stop talking, stop talking!"

Gu Wenyue couldn't stop crying.

The moment the blood rushed to the face, the moment the palms were covered with blood, the tears fell purely physiologically, it was shock, fear, and worry.

The warm liquid slid down Gu Jincheng's cheeks to his neck. He closed his eyes and said dryly, "Don't be afraid, Wen Yue."

Gu Wenyue lived to be in his 20s, and never saw such a battle, nor did he see the most important person suffer such a serious injury for him.

Gu's private hospital.

Gu Wenyue accompanied Gu Jincheng to check and treat the wound, and he was beside him when the stitches were stitched.

Gu Jincheng covered his eyes with his intact right hand: "It doesn't hurt after the anesthetic, don't look."

Gu Wenyue held his finger and opened his eyes.

Gu Jincheng's palm was brushed by his eyelashes, and his heart was unexpectedly soft.He asked the doctor to take Gu Wenyue for an examination. It is not clear what he was stunned by and whether there are sequelae.

Gu Wenyue was unwilling to leave, so Gu Jincheng had no choice but to ask the doctor to draw blood for him.

The doctor moved quickly, cleaning the wound, injecting medicine and sewing needles.

In the end, Gu Jincheng was sent to the ward, and Gu Wenyue asked the nurse to bring him hot water to wipe off the blood on his body.

When Gu Wenyue was doing these things, he didn't say a word, he was rarely so silent, but at this moment he couldn't say a word.

On the side, Zheng Ye and Gu Jincheng reported the situation at home, as well as Aunt Han and the bodyguard who had an accident with Gu Wenyue.

It turned out that Songping had bought one of the bodyguards. Zheng Ye had already found out the situation and sent it to the police station for handling.

Gu Wenyue was relieved when he learned that Auntie Han and the other bodyguard were fine, but he still kept silent, only Gu Jincheng could be seen in his eyes, and he wiped the blood on his face very gently.

Cooperating with his movements, Gu Jincheng gave instructions to Zheng Ye who was standing at the end of the bed. "Tell the family that we will go back later and let Steward Zhang take care of the master to rest first."

After Zheng Ye left, Gu Wenyue asked in a low voice, "Are you going back tonight?"

The doctor and nurse said twice just now that he may have a high fever, and it is recommended to stay in the hospital for observation.

Gu Jincheng held his left hand, rubbed his thumb habitually on the small mole on his jaw, and looked into his worried eyes: "Just ask the doctor to follow, don't worry."

Gu Wenyue nodded, he trusted Gu Jincheng to make appropriate judgments and decisions.

The towel that wiped the blood was washed several times in the hot water basin, and the water was stained light red.

Gu Wenyue had already changed his clothes just now, but the rust-like smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose.

He looked at the bandaged wound on Gu Jincheng's left arm, lowered his voice, and said with a sigh, "Tonight is so long, why can't it be over?"

There was little expression on her soft and fair cheeks, her dark eyes were dull, and she had lingering fears about tonight's events.

Gu Jincheng put his arms around his shoulders and put a belt in his arms, pressed half of his ear and rubbed it: "Okay, it's over, just wait for the police to deal with it, nothing will happen."

The special police sent someone over to learn more about the situation, the relationship between the parties, and so on.

However, Tang Dao cannot be sent back for the time being.

At eleven o'clock in the winter night, Gu Jincheng was wearing a black overcoat and sat in a Rolls-Royce with his right hand tightly holding Gu Wenyue.

Gu Wenyue always leaned gently on his right shoulder, hugged and protected by him.

His eyes were looking out of the car window. In the endless night, the flashing car lights shone on his face, and he vaguely remembered yesterday, or the day before yesterday, or the many moments when they looked at each other.

His eyes gradually moistened.

"Wen Yue?"

Gu Jincheng's hand slid from his shoulder to his face, his fingertips touched the cool liquid, and his palm covered his cheek.

Gu Wenyue was unwilling to turn his face away, looked out of the car stubbornly, and said in a low voice, "Don't move around."

"Let me take a look." Gu Jincheng lowered his head, palmed his face with his right hand, and looked at him, his peach blossom eyes filled with water vapor flickered on and off, and when he closed them a little, a tear slid down the corner of his eyes.

Gu Wenyue looked at him and forced a laugh: "Am I too timid?"

Obviously he wasn't the one who fought the sword in the critical moment, and it wasn't him who was injured, but he was just so terrified.

Gu Jincheng didn't answer, his face slowly approached him, and his tall nasal bone touched his soft cheeks, rubbing slightly.

Gu Wenyue looked straight into his phoenix eyes without blinking.

Under the flickering lights, Gu Jincheng wiped away his tears with his fingertips, and brushed his dry lips against the skin of his side face, leaving scorching sparks, which finally stayed at the ear temples.

"I know, it's because I'm worried about me, not because I'm timid."