Chapter 900

"Don't be impulsive. The other party may kidnap yinglang on purpose and set a trap for you. Did you not go into the trap? " Luo Cha female advised a way.

"As long as I don't use thermal weapons, any more traps will be useless to me. As a martial arts museum, the trickle down gallery is a great shame to use hot weapons against an opponent. I believe they are not ready to throw away all their reputation and face to deal with me. " Wang Yong replied.

Luocha girl hesitated for a moment, and still insisted on her own opinion: "if the principal is Chuanyue Yifu now, I agree with you. But now he's just a disciple with a grudge in his heart. He's dazzled by hatred and can do anything. As a former top assassin, I advise you not to risk your life on the kindness of others. Human nature is ugly and dangerous many times. "

"As a former top secret agent, I also tell you that I never gamble on my own life. But it is also a science to speculate on the enemy's tactical intentions according to the enemy's psychology. Whether human nature is ugly or not is a philosophical question, which has no practical significance in war. The reason why I make such a judgment is not because I believe in Chongyi's conscience, but because I guess that Chongyi is not the master at all. After seeing my martial arts, Chongyi should know the gap between him and me. He will not challenge me rashly. Even if he challenges, there is no reason to start in less than one day. What's more, his appointed time was eight in the morning, which was not suitable for killing people at all. To sum up, I think Chongyi is just a pawn. There is definitely a person with a higher status behind him who forces him to do such things in the middle of the night, regardless of his injury. " Wang Yong explained quietly.

After hearing this, she stopped talking.

She's just a killer, and Wang Yong is a captor. It's always the killers, the captors. There is no killer to study these catching experiences in reverse, and the anti catching and quick catching. Wang Yong's judgment must be more reliable than her imagination.

But she didn't understand that Wang Yong would risk his life for someone who had known him for a long time.

Agents, aren't they all cold-blooded and pitiful?

"If I hadn't seen your method, I would have doubted that I had met a fake Longlin. It's not like being a big country agent, but it's like the poor loyalty between the gangsters. " Luo Cha female sighs a way.

Wang Yong a smile, also don't think.

Instead, he went to the window, looked at the night and said, "you're right. You did meet a fake Longlin. In my spy career, I have played countless roles, such as peddler, pawn, rich merchant, foreign mercenary, double agent. Even now, I still have several different identities: businessman, scholar, master of traditional Chinese culture. And in these identities, the only one I can't forget and always cherish is the teacher. "

"Teacher? What's so strange about that? " Luocha girl doesn't understand.

"If you don't get to that position, you'll never know what's special about that position. Have you heard a song? I will sincerely pay you, will be sad to myself; I give you my youth and leave the years to myself; I gave my life to you and left my loneliness to myself; I've paid you spring, and I've left winter for myself... "

Wang Yong can't help but sing softly. In the silent night, it is like a gentle night wind passing through his heart.

"For me, a teacher is such a great career as the song says. For all those who are willing to call me a teacher, I want to say one word to them: Thank you for being my students. If I can, I am willing to watch your back all my life, even if you will not look back... "

With Wang Yong's words, the atmosphere in the room gradually quieted down.

Luocha girl looked at Wang Yong with a tear falling from the corner of her eye. Her lips were slightly open. She wanted to say something, but she finally gave up.

Just let the tears turn in the eyes, and then gently salute in a certain direction.

That direction, it is said, is the direction of the birth of the Buddha.

However, the master of Luocha Buddha is void. Is the person in the heart of Luocha woman also void?

Wang Yong noticed that the Luocha girl was not in the right mood behind him. He didn't break it. Instead, he said, "it's late at night. Go to sleep."

Luo Cha female "Er" a, turn round to leave.

This night, doomed to sleep.

The next morning, Wang Yong and the Rocha girl rushed to the trickle down Gallery in Osaka.

As soon as he arrived, he was stunned.

Because there is a sign in front of the Daoguan, the gate of the Daoguan is closed, but there is no one.

Is puzzled, but listen to a voice sounded on one side, and then a tall man appeared.

He glanced at Wang Yong and Luocha girl and said, "is this Mr. Tang? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Let me introduce myself. I'm the director of this Taoist school. My name is Akino. "

"What about yinglang?" Wang Yong asked.

"Yinglang, he had drunk too much last night and walked to our Taoist hall. We had to arrange for him to have a rest in the Taoist hall for one night. Mr. Tang can see him when he goes in. "

"You are so righteous! For your kind support, I think it's necessary to publish an article, saying that everyone who is drunk, even if they don't know each other, will be treated as their families as long as they enter the trickle down gallery. It's a model of toyodo hall, a paradise for drunkards Wang Yong said coldly.

Akino's face suddenly turned black.

He was really afraid that Wang Yong would do it. It can be imagined that the entrance of the trickle down Gallery in all of Toyo will be full of drunkards. The trickle down Pavilion can't get rid of it, otherwise its reputation will be ruined.

But once the reception, the opening, follow-up things will be like a river burst out of control. Where can he afford the consequences?

"Mr. Tang is joking. Please come inside." Akino forehead with a layer of cold sweat, quickly change the topic.

Then lead the way ahead and enter through the side door of Daoguan.

The decoration style of each of the trickle down gallery is similar. In a trance, Wang Yong thought that he had re entered the Dao Gallery in Kyoto.

Although there is a sign of closing down at the door, there are dozens of people standing in the Taoist hall, all of whom seem to be the core disciples of the Taoist hall.

Otherwise, they are not qualified to witness this scene.

Everyone was wearing Taoist clothes and holding a wooden sword in his hand. At the sight of Wang Yong, everyone was subconsciously nervous.

"What are they nervous about?" Wang Yong is slightly strange.

"Mr. Tang, where is the young man you are looking for." Akino points to the end of Daoguan.

Yinglang is suspended in the air with a rag in his mouth. When he sees Wang Yong coming, yinglang is moved and excited, but he can't make a sound.

"What a way to treat guests!" Wang Yong looks at Qiuye sarcastically, and then goes to save yinglang.

But when he stepped, he saw dozens of disciples standing in the Taoist hall suddenly yelling "ha".

Then dozens of people raised the wooden sword, two people in a group, side by side in two rows, forming a blade corridor, blocking the road leading to yinglang.

"What do you mean?" Wang Yong turns to ask Qiuye.

Qiuye said with a smile: "this is the etiquette of our trickle flow passage hall. When you meet a master, all the disciples should pay homage to him. If Mr. Tang wants to save his friend, just go under the sword gallery. "

When the disciples of the sword Gallery heard Akino's words, they immediately lowered the height of the sword gallery by half a meter.

That is to say, if Wang Yong wants to pass smoothly, he has to grovel.

What's the etiquette? It's clearly a deliberate humiliation of Wang Yong.

Yinglang is also anxious not to shout, don't let Wang Yong come.

Akino looks at Wang Yong with a smile on his face. No matter how Wang Yong chooses, it is Wang Yong who will lose face in the end.

Wang Yong lost his dignity; But in the past, Wang Yong could not save his apprentice and lost his reputation.

This sword Gallery looks simple, but actually it implies a murderous opportunity.

Moreover, every disciple who holds the sword is good at kendo. At that time, he will be able to give Wang Yong some minor sufferings.

It's best to be able to do it without Chuanyue Yizhen. Even if Wang Yong barely passed by, he was also frustrated, which was also beneficial to Chuanyue.

Autumn wild in the mind slowly think, have the meaning of the bamboo in the bosom greatly.

Wang Yong's face was expressionless. He seemed to be hesitant and timid.

"That's all!" Autumn wild smash mouth, dark way, some don't look up to Wang Yong.

Chongyi said Wang Yong so badly. Now it seems that most of them are exaggerating to cover up Chongyi's failure.

"Hold it steady, gentlemen!"

At this time, I suddenly heard a word from Wang Yong.

People are not understand its meaning, and then see Wang yongsou rushed out, such as a tiger down the mountain.

A leap, nearly ten meters across the distance by him, with the momentum is really like a tiger down the mountain for food, very shocking.

The two sword holding disciples standing on the periphery were obviously surprised. Before they could react, the wooden sword in their hands snapped in half and flew into the sky.

Tiger like splitting power!

Wang Yong doesn't kowtow or speculate. Instead, he wants to use the strongest tiger shape to split a channel!

Only then did the sword holding disciples understand what Wang Yong meant by "hold it steady.".

He quickly grasped the handle tightly with both hands, and the knuckles of ten fingers turned white, which showed that he had used the greatest strength.

Trickle usually teaches and practices kendo. Each of these disciples has practiced Kendo for five years. The first thing to do every day is to hold the sword. For nearly 2000 days and nights, their power of holding the sword has reached the level of casting iron and steel.

They firmly believe that even if Wang Yong is as fierce as a tiger and can break several people's wooden swords, he can never break dozens of people's wooden swords!

Dozens of disciples' faces were filled with a strong sense of firmness, and the eyes looking at Wang Yong were full of provocation.

Wang Yong didn't care what the disciples were thinking at all. He was just like a tiger saving land. When he pressed his paw on the ground, his body soared, and his fierce force was applied to his arms to hit the wooden swords that hindered his progress.

Patta!

Patta!

Patta!

Just listen to the sound of wood sword breaking, the sawdust sword flying all over the sky, interwoven into a line of sight barrier.

And in the depth of the barrier, a figure, like a humanoid mecha, walked easily and chiseled through the sword gallery.

In just a few seconds, Wang Yong cut off most of the 20 meter long sword gallery.

The whole scene was silent, leaving only Akino and his sword holding disciples gaping and dancing with broken sword fragments.