They died peacefully, as if they were traveling somewhere, with a little smile on their lips.
The old man in black waved again and said, "Take it." After the coffin was taken, he added, "You people also go and leave your hands for four."
Those Pima Dai Xiao people anxiously said, "Senior Tanaka, I’m waiting for you to come here. It’s really a teacher’s revenge. Please ask Senior Tanaka to make moves."
"Go out" The fine mans shot in the eyes of the old man in black suddenly rolled out from the belly like a crazy lion roar "roll"
Those people were the first to feel that an invisible crazy lion rushed at them, and they were frightened and retreated like a gourd, and the door closed with them.
The black-robed old man looked up at the four middle-aged people and sighed, "The four masters are my hands, and the Tao is very true and the Tao is flowing east. Can you see something from those four bodies just now?"
These four men, of course, competed with the bronze face master in the past, and this old man in black robe is the first-hand judo master. He said that Tanaka Kangcheng’s seniority and martial arts are all in these four masters. If it were common, these four men would never lower themselves to ask for help, but three years ago, the bronze face challenged the Japanese event and made them remember it again. Today, such a thing happened again, and they immediately hugged and came to ask the judo elder.
Izaki said "different" first.
Tanaka Yasunari Road "Oh, what’s different"
Izaki took a glance at Nakayama Youzhen and said, "What do you think of Nakayama Jun?"
Sun Yat-sen Youzhen said, "There is one thing that is different. In those days, people with copper faces didn’t kill people. Today, this destiny is the same as killing the enemy. The martial arts are surprisingly high. What’s even more strange is that they are all followed by a young man who is also the same person."
Tanaka Yasunari said, "Apart from these, can you tell the martial arts context of this deceased person? What? Every deceased person will smile."
"I’m ashamed that I can’t wait." Four people shook their heads in unison.
"Master, I can see that." Suddenly, there was a boy poking around at the back door of the front hall. When he saw that he was naked, he turned out to be an arm boy. Everyone withdrew, but he was still hiding behind the doorpost and refused to leave.
Tanaka Yasunari is very strict in choosing disciples all his life. Don’t look at this Dojo. It’s just his disciples and grandchildren. I really want to count his brothers, but there are more than a dozen. This is the last cousin. No one is white. What’s the last disciple? Take an armless apprentice. He glared at his favorite disciple with a tiger’s eye and said, "Shosha, what do you see?"
The young man Shosha blinked and said, "I saw his flaw. This man will strike the enemy Baihui Cave forever. Although he is a martial artist, he also thinks too highly of himself. So you need to protect Baihui first and you will have a chance to win."
"The chance to win" Yasunari Tanaka walked three times quickly with his hands on his back and suddenly rushed to the hand and said, "Four people today will fight for the victory or defeat. You must never make a move. It is necessary to keep a body to go." He sighed with heavy eyes. "Going to the Yamaguchi group in Tokyo for help. The bronze face man was the Yamaguchi group leader Watanabe three years ago. I hope he can do the same after three years of elimination."
The four men were in uproar and said, "I’ll wait for you in Tanaka."
Tanaka Yasunari laughed. "Life and death are nothing but the death of a foreign martial artist. It’s a pity that such a peerless master dies. Let’s go now."
He almost drove the four men away and then stared at his younger brother and suddenly scolded "kneel"
Shore sand for a stay immediately kneel down.
Tanaka Kangcheng Road "Shoshalo, how many years have you been in our door?"
Shoshalo said, "Tell the master for three years and months."
"It’s been more than three years." Tanaka Yasunari’s eyes flashed with a sigh that time flies, but he quickly cleared up his mood and said, "From today, I have a heavy burden to entrust to you. You may undertake this matter. Once entrusted to you, you are afraid that you will take a road that cannot be turned back, and this road is probably the most difficult to walk in the world."
Shoshalo grinned. "Master, please tell your brother to do it as much as possible."
"Good" Tanaka Yasunari touched his head and sighed, "You wait here for me. I have a letter to entrust to you." He said, and hurried back to the house and waited respectfully for about ten minutes. Tanaka Yasunari had come out. He had a letter in his hand but was reluctant to give it to this disciple. "If you don’t want to do it at this time, you can go back on your word."
Shoshalo said, "I am willing."
"Good" Tanaka Kangcheng lifted it up and handed the envelope in his hand to Shosha Luoshen. "You should leave now through the back door and follow the instructions in the letter to find a man with the word" defeat "tattooed on his face. You need to do whatever it takes to tell him the truth, or beg or force him to do it. Only when he does, can this catastrophe in the martial arts world be eliminated, but you must remember that this man is eccentric and cruel, so be careful."
Shoshalo heard his master’s words and knew that he was already explaining the funeral. He couldn’t help but think of his teacher’s kindness and couldn’t help himself.
Tanaka Yasunari is also worried that this little apprentice is entrusted with such a heavy burden of ten thousand kilograms. I don’t know if he can carry it on his immature shoulders. "You don’t have to be sad when you go to the martial arts."
Shosha felt a rush of blood in his heart, but it was already a blur in front of him. He respectfully kowtowed to his master for three times and then flew away as if he were running away.
"All right, let’s go. Okay."
Tanaka Yasunari finally strode over to the gate and laughed. "Come on, Middle-earth fighters and let you see the style of Japanese fighters."
At this time, the destiny has arrived. He is still walking in a rambling way, followed by Qu Yong. But when he sees those judo Japanese in neat formation, solemn temperament and tragic eyes, these young people are still in the period of blood, and they have a strong hatred for killing their own fighters. This hatred covers up their fears, and it is covered up before they see the destiny.
Those people hate to look at the destiny, but Qu Yong can also deeply feel a pressure. "This is the potential. Even if they have done nothing, it is also a powerful force to look at it like this."
Japan is different from China. China has experienced one revolution after another. Every "revolution" has changed some of the essence of martial arts. In the end, there are really not many schools left in China. Now it is difficult for society to see the influence of unified martial arts. Although it has gone through the reform and abolished samurai, their Bushido has always been there, and even now it still inspires them from generation to generation.
QuYong follow destiny in those young people out a road through the direct avenue field.
As soon as you enter the door, the Dojo is not too big. On the ground of the Dojo, there is a man sitting on his knees with a solemn expression, and his eyes are full of murder.
"This man wants to die." Qu Yong saw at a glance that Tanaka Kangcheng had a fighting spirit. "A man’s martial arts can’t be higher than martial uncle, but martial uncle wants to kill people. He wants to die. This is terrible."
Destiny slowly walked over and asked "Are you Tanaka Kangcheng" ten meters away from Tanaka Kangcheng.
Tanaka Yasunari said, "I am you and you are from China’s destiny."
"Yes" Destiny looked at him and smelled the tragic taste of the other person’s body. "You want to die, I have heard the spirit of Japanese Bushido for a few days, but I haven’t seen it in the future. Today is an experience."
Tanaka Yasunari said, "Cut the crap and go to war."
Chapter three hundred and seventy-three Just like it
Tanaka Yasunari is good at Jiu Jitsu, among which his skills of "being a real fighter" and "taking things at random" are superb. Master Tanaka once praised him in public in the past year as a school that has not been able to really fight for 30 years.
Judo has a poor variety, among which "playing skills" can be understood, but it is not unusual to understand Mongolian wrestling. If it is done well, it is really a very lethal skill. To say "taking at random" is a bit like American Sanda.
It can be said that being good at fighting is very different from ordinary judo.
but
However, Yasunari Tanaka did not have the skills he was good at. Instead, he sat quietly like an old monk and watched the destiny for a long time.
Calling for war is that he doesn’t fight, and his situation is quite strange.
Qu Yong stepped aside and met this opponent for the first time these days, which aroused great interest. He touched his nose and guessed the secret passage. "If I didn’t guess wrong, Tanaka learned the lesson from the previous people and knew that Martial Uncle never took the initiative to attack. Little Martial Uncle is the kind of person who is good at defensive counterattack and not good at taking the initiative to attack. He also took the initiative to force Little Martial Uncle to take the lead and put himself at the other side’s disadvantage."
