Chapter 3: The Bandit Sun Meiyao

Chen Zikun felt a little furious, and thought it was a terrible thing. The person who could give orders like this in the bandit nest must be the bandit leader. He would shoot him without interrogation, which means that this person is reckless and domineering, and he cannot reason with such a person. He is covered in black, his hands are tied, and he cannot even use his martial arts. He has no chance to resist.

Could it be that my reputation for life is really going to die in this small bandit cave?

A bandit stepped forward and kicked Chen Zikun's leg, but he didn't kick it. Then he heard the sound of the rifle pulling the bolt, followed by the bandit's roar: "Kneel down!"

Chen Zikun knew that he was going to shoot himself. He had experienced many such scenes. When he was in Guandong, he often shot the spies from the official army in the gang. When he met those who cried and knelt down and begged for mercy, they would often be shot and killed directly. There was nothing to say. There was only one way to survive!

"Hahahaha!" Just as the gun was pressed against Chen Zikun's back, he suddenly laughed wildly, laughing happily, and there was no awareness that a person who was about to be shot.

The bandit leader was indeed trapped and shouted loudly: "Stop!"

Chen Zikun secretly called luck. In the moment of flashing lightning, the clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat.

"Why are you laughing?" asked the bandit leader.

"I laughed at you for being so famous that you are a big village leader, but you don't understand the rules of the world." Chen Zikun smiled enough before answering coldly.

The bandit leader was so furious that he circled around Chen Zikun a few times, and asked in a rushing tone: "You said, I don't understand the rules of the world. If you can tell me one, two or three, I will let you go. If you are a fool, I will cut you alive!"

Chen Zikun was not afraid at all and said contemptuously: "I am here to redeem people. If you tie the meat tickets, you still have to tie the victim. What is this? Is this how we Shandong heroes do business?"

The bandit leader snorted coldly: "You said you are the victim?"

"Yes, I'm the miserable." Chen Zikun was calm and composed.

"Don't you go! You are a spy from the government army. You pushed a bald head at the barber stall next to Lincheng Station, thinking that I don't know." The bandit leader suddenly became furious.

Chen Zikun was shocked. The bandits were indeed powerful and had their eyes on Lincheng. It seemed that they had already understood his own background. At this point, they could only bite the bullet and go to the point.

"Hahaha, the master of the village really has a thousand-mile-eyed ears under the tent. Yes, I am indeed a victim from Beijing. My woman is Shen Jianbing. She was picked up by the village on the Langang Express. I am here to redeem people."

"Reden people, then why do you want to dress up as a peddler?"

"Nonsense, I came in wearing a military uniform, and I was already broken by you."

The bandit leader was stunned for a while, obviously his mind couldn't turn around, but soon someone asked sarcastically: "Since you are here to redeem people, then you are just here to be honest and disguised, and you are obviously a spy."

"Yes, you are the spy!" said the bandit leader.

Chen Zikun sighed and said, "It's so sad. There is no one who understands this big clan. I disguised myself as a peddler, not to inquire about information, but to avoid the official army. Now that the case is so big, all the foreigners in Beijing and Shanghai are alarmed. The officers and soldiers block the mountain. Even if the victim wants to redeem the people, they can't get in."

"It makes some sense." The bandit leader seemed to have eased a little.

Chen Zikun continued: "If I were really a spy, it would probably not be so easy for me to be invited by my brothers from the village."

These words angered the bandit leader and shouted: "Unlock him!"

The black cloth on Chen Zikun's face and the rope on his hands were finally untied. The sudden brightness made his eyes unable to adapt for a while, so he could only squint his eyes and look around.

This is a straw shed built in a valley, with several simple wooden tables and chairs on the ground. The bandits in front of them were the bandits who were rogue with cold eyes and exuding arrogance. Compared to the fellow travelers of Guandong, the bandits in Shandong were a little colder. Their clothes were all strange and strange, including long gowns, jackets, old military uniforms, torn suits, opera outfits, and even women's clothes. The weapons were also varied, such as box guns, revolvers, single ox, earth cannons, and the brand new Japanese-made 38 style!

Unexpectedly, the bandit leader was an extremely young young man, tall and majestic, wearing a black felt hat and a sky-blue coat. The hem was lifted up and stuffed into the cowhide strap around his waist. His whole body was nimble, but there was a silent spirit between his eyebrows.

"Look at you, you are a trainer?" The bandit leader stared at Chen Zikun with his eyes staring straight at him.

"I have only practiced some small amount of external skills." Chen Zikun said in a modest manner, and his tone was not at all modest.

The bandit leader nodded, walked in front of him for two steps, and suddenly a straight punch came. Before his fist arrived, the wind had already arrived. Chen Zikun felt a tingling pain on his face and his hair was swept back. He did not hesitate at all, and swung his fists to fight. The two fists collided head-on, like a landslide and cracked the earth.

The two of them took a few steps back together. Chen Zikun felt the pain in his mouth and his whole fist was numb. He had never encountered such a strong opponent for so long.

The bandit leader was obviously a little surprised. He knew that his punch could kill a cow. Unexpectedly, the other party could take it calmly. It seemed that he was really not an ordinary trainer, so he couldn't help but get excited.

"Friends, look at the move!" The bandit leader flashed and rushed over like a tiger down the mountain. His fist was full of strong wind, and his movements were extremely fierce. Chen Zikun saw that the other party was the way of Shaolin Fist, and his skills were quite solid. He also had a natural divine power. He could meet such a rare opponent in the bandit cave in the deep mountains and old forests. Chen Zikun's fighting spirit was also awakened and he roared and greeted him.

The two of them fought back and forth with great fists. The bandits watching the fun shouted "Oh" from time to time. The quiet forest was alarmed, and countless birds soared out of the sky. Suddenly, the two who were fighting stopped. The bandits saw Chen Zikun holding a box gun in his hand and aiming at the chest of the village leader.

The bandit leader was stunned because the gun belonged to him. He was touched by the other party during the fight without anyone noticing. It can be seen that he is still better at kung fu. Now, as long as he hooks up, his life will be explained.

All around were quiet, and the bandits stared at Chen Zikun fiercely, and no one dared to speak.

Chen Zikun suddenly laughed: "Master of the Great Village, I'm trying to show off my marksmanship for a while, you don't care." After saying this, he didn't wait for the bandit leader to agree, and he didn't look at it, and raised his hand and shot him into the sky.

As soon as the gunshots sounded, the bandits raised their guns one after another, but the bandit leader raised his hand and shouted: "Stop!"

One second later, two dead birds fell from the sky, killing two birds! This shooting technique is useless.

The box gun quickly turned around several times in Chen Zikun's hand, and the handle of the gun was handed over to the bandit leader: "The boss is so ugly."

The bandit leader stared at him for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter, took the gun and said, "My friend is so handsome! Have a drink and go to the table!"

Chen Zikun finally breathed a sigh of relief and passed the test.

Under the straw shed in the mountains, bandits set up banquets. On the squat table, a jar of wine, a few tea cups, a plate of pork head meat, and a plate of steamed buns, which were extremely simple.

Chen Zikun glanced, put the cup lid on the cup, then picked up the chopsticks and placed it horizontally on the wine glass, bowed and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

The old bandit who had been standing behind the bandit leader flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward and stretched out his right hand, but his index finger was bent, shook hands with Chen Zikun and asked, "Dare you ask about this boss's surname?"

Chen Zikun said: "I am not allowed to be a noble person, and I am a surname of Chen at home, and Pan at home."

The old bandit became even more polite: "Do you dare to ask if the boss is at home?"

Chen Zikun said: "It's easy to say, it's the inspiration of the ancestor."

The old bandit said, "Who is the master of your family?"

Chen Zikun said: "The son dares not be a father at home, and the disciples dare not speak of his master. The teacher's surname is Li, and the upper part is humble and the lower part is Xi."

The old bandit took a breath and clasped his fists and said, "It turns out that he is the uncle of the Tong generation, he has been neglected, neglected."

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "It's easy to say, it's all my own family."

The conversation just now was a cut in the Qing Gang's seabed. Zaozhuang area is close to the Grand Canal of Beijing and Hangzhou, and the canal has always been the territory of the Qing Gang, so it is not surprising to meet Qing Gang disciples here.

However, the bandit leader was a little confused and scratched his shaved bald head and asked, "Uncle, what did Neng say?"

The old bandit said: "Red flowers, green vegetables, white lotus roots, this boss is in the Qing Gang. When it comes to seniority, I have to call him "The Uncle Junior". His old man is Li Zhengwu, the commander of the Restoration Army, and he is an equal figure with Mr. Sun Wen."

The bandit leader was solemn and clasped his fists to Chen Zikun and introduced himself: "My name is Sun Meiyao, the leader of Baodugu."

Chen Zikun also bowed with fists and said, "I'm here to go."

"Brother Chen, where can you learn your kung fu? Can you teach me two tricks?" Sun Meiyao actually mentioned this topic first.

Chen Zikun said: "I studied under the Jingwu Association Huo Yuanjia. There is no rule that Mitsuko Fist is passed on from inside but not outside. Since the boss wants to learn it, I will give you a ugly moment!"

After saying that, he twisted his body and got off the stage again, and performed a set of mysterious fists. He just fought to the death. Although it was wonderful, he did not look beautiful enough, now he was performing deliberately, and his movements were naturally flowing and continuous. When he was practicing, he saw the scene full of figures, his clothes fluttered, and the wind kept ringing, and the eyes of the bandits were straightened.

After practicing a set of mysterious fists, Chen Zikun took the tricks, like a wild bird in the mountains returning to his nest. Sun Meiyao applauded and said, "Okay!"

The bandits also cheered loudly.

"I laughed at you." Chen Zikun re-attached the seat, and Sun Meiyao picked up a big bowl toast: "Boss Chen, do it."

"Damn!" Chen Zikun picked up the bowl and drank it, revealing it to the bottom of the bowl.

"Good!" Sun Meiyao rolled up her sleeves and poured two more bowls of wine. After that, Chen Zikun felt something was wrong. This wine was made by the mountain people themselves, and it was extremely strong. In addition, when the mountain breeze blew, it was overwhelmed!

"The boss is powerful in fist, powerful in shooting skills, and excellent in drinking! I admire him." Sun Meiyao slapped the table: "Come on, please invite my sister-in-law."
Chapter completed!