It's noon at sunset.

Chen Jiu, who had just woken up, was wiping his face when the door of the house was suddenly slapped. He shook the towel into the basin, with water droplets hanging on his face, and went forward to open the door of the house.

"Old Xue? Manager Liu?"

"Do you have time today?" Xue Zheng stood outside with a cane.

“No arrangement.”

If you have injuries on your body and your soul are damaged, you will have to recuperate for two or three days.

"Then let's go to Bei'anli Club with me." Xue Zheng signaled with his eyes, and Manager Liu next to him handed a paper bag with a suit and leather shoes inside.

"It's easy to say."

Chen Jiu took the clothes to change, Xue Zheng went into the house and found a small stool to sit down and wait, raised his eyes and looked around.

"Don't you plan to live in another place? The slums are too simple, and it will seem artificial to be too low-key."

“Not to change it anymore.”

Chen Jiu shook her head,

"It's not for the sake of being low-key, I live comfortably here, that's all."

Taking advantage of the chat, Chen Jiu changed into a suit. Her crisp outfit outlined a well-proportioned figure, and her chest was furnished with an exquisite silver brooch.

I was not used to wearing brand new clothes on my body, and Chen Jiu was a little dazed for a moment. When did I come to wear a suit last time? Students who had run for the election before traveling through time? High school graduation photos?

"Get in the car."

There were three cars parked at the gate of the yard, and the three of them got on the middle. The car drove away and drove out of Shizhuangdu.

Xue Zheng leaned on the back of the back seat and spoke casually:

"Last night, a murder occurred in the west of the city. Six ronin in the Hongri Gymnasium and a translator were killed. The body was damaged twice, making it difficult to judge the weapon. The Japanese concession was furious and demanded that the murderer be investigated immediately and that he must be brought to justice."

"Big news." Chen Jiu remained silent.

"murderer……"

Xue Zheng glanced at Chen Jiu,

"It's already caught."

Chen Jiu lowered his head and played with his fingers. He froze slightly when he heard this, and he remained silent.

"The murderer was a gambler in a nearby gambling house. He was originally a landlord. He lost all his family's ancestral property and property, and still owed 400 oceans, so he took the risk and robbed money and killed his life."

Xue Zheng continued,

"He surrendered himself and originally planned to hand it over to the Japanese concession, but this morning he hanged himself in prison for fear of his crime and had to give up."

"A bad gambling man, what's the ability to kill six well-trained saber ronin?" Chen Jiu finally spoke, "I'm afraid I'll take the money to buy my life and take the blame for someone."

"This may not be a good thing for him."

Xue Zheng said slowly,

"It's better to use the money you've worked hard to make up for the gambling debts, at least not implicate the family. It's better to bet your wife to pay for your concubines and sell your children, and that will completely ruin a family."

laugh--!

Manager Liu, who was driving, turned the steering wheel and accompanied by the harsh sound of tire slipping, the car turned onto the main street leading to the French Concession.

“Aged wine,”

Xue Zheng rubbed his cane,

"I know that you had a conflict with these ronin in the Gulou market yesterday afternoon. There were long sword scars on the body, and I also bribed the forensic doctor to deal with it. You and I missed it. Are you? If not, just pretend I spent these hundreds of oceans in vain."

"Old Xue, do you know the origin of Miao Dao?" Chen Jiu answered the question irrelevantly.

"Hmm?" Xue Zheng was slightly stunned.

"It is generally recognized in the martial arts world that the early prototype of the Miao Dao's two-handed sword technique was taken from the "Xinyou Sword Technique" by Qi Jiguang of the Ming Dynasty. General Qi fought south and north in his life, and made countless achievements, Pingzhen to the southeast and to defend Tatars in the north, but the most widely circulated and well-known achievements were only one."

Chen Jiu turned her face and seemed to be smiling,

"Kill the Japanese."

"What a killer!"

Xue Zheng clapped his hands and laughed, extremely happy, "It seems that my money is worth spending."

He stared at Chen Jiu with a bright look.

"Chen Jiu, your bones and skills are so good that Xiao Xiaowu can't tolerate you. It's a pity. A man is determined to be a country and the world. Do you want to find a flag for himself?"

"flag?"

"The sky is blue and white, and the world is bright."

"Old Xue," Chen Jiu sighed and refused, "I am a warrior, but I am just a warrior. Besides..."

“Besides?”

"nothing."

Chen Jiu shook his head, turned his face and looked at the car window.

Besides, there will be better flags in the future.

The car stopped outside the Bei'anli Club. Chen Jiu got out of the car and looked up. What caught his eye was a French building with a Monsa-style roof, as tall as a castle and luxurious exterior.

There is an open-air cafe at the entrance of the club department. Before noon, there were seven or eight Belarusian men sitting. They were the Russian nobles who fled to China after the October Revolution. They did not speak to each other, and sat at two small tables, with a tea cup in front of each other.

I won't drink this cup of tea at all, and I will be driven away by the waiter after drinking it. If I give one of them two silver dollars, he will stuff a note written in advance, which will record his address and have his wife and daughter at home.

"I brought you to Bei'anli because Xiao Ling had a performance today. She said, you showed her a pleasing striking battle, and she also showed you a performance. Tianjin girl, don't owe others the scenery."

"Miss Ding Ling..." Chen Jiu pointed to his face.

"Her mother is from Belarus. She fled to Tianjin with her sister and remarried to a wealthy Chinese businessman, and then she had Ding Ling."

"That was the Beiyang government that year, and the world was even more chaotic than it is now. After two years of birth, my father encountered soldiers and bandits on the road of business. He disappeared, and his mother died of illness. The Ding family is a traditional gentry and does not recognize the Belarusian bloodline. The two sisters had to wander around in Tianjin and endure a lot of hardships."

Xue Zheng explained while walking.

It was still early, only half of the people sat in the performance hall, and the thigh dance was preheating on the stage, with amazing exposure. The dancer's white legs were covered with fine sequins like silver shuttles, reflecting a dazzling flash of fish scales under the light.

They dance at high frequency and small steps, and the muscles on the inner side of their knees are like fish swimming in water.

"There are also people in my bodyguards who understand kung fu. Although they are not as good as you, they are also well-known. He told me that the dance steps of the White Russian dancers and the wonderful use of muscles are almost like boxing principles."

Xue Zheng took a sip of coffee, "What do you think?"

"The so-called national treasure of martial arts is nothing more than the use of muscles, tendons, and bones. The secret skills that are blown loudly. Once you take off your clothes, you will have no secrets. Therefore, martial artists often wear loose long gowns to keep the secret."

Chen Jiu touched her chin and looked away from the stage.

"This kind of dance steps is extremely active, and people follow their hips, which is similar to the mud-walking steps of the Bagua Sect..."

The voice came to an abrupt end.

Chen Jiu's eyes were bloody, and his eyes looked like two sharp swords that were burned red and quenched. They crossed Xue Zheng's shoulders and penetrated straight towards the hall door!

Xue Zheng immediately looked back and saw an old man in a long gown walking into the hall accompanied by a middle-aged man.

The hair is black and white, and it is well maintained. The eyes are slightly narrowed, as if they are napping.

At first glance, he was just an ordinary old gentleman, wearing a wide-sleeved long gown, which was particularly eye-catching in the suit and tie.

Chen Jiu was extremely familiar with that face.

The owner of Zhongzhou Martial Arts Hall, the top ten-year martial arts craft in Tianjin, and the honorary consultant of the Chinese Warrior Association.
Chapter completed!