A film series in the Republic of China: The legendary Taoist priest in Shanghai

A large truck slowly drove towards the police station.

Behind the car, Wencai was standing proudly in handcuffs.

A group of patriotic young people had been waiting for a long time. When they saw the prison van escorting Wencai coming, they stood up and raised flags in protest.

"There is nothing wrong with being patriotic and saving lives!"

“Release the patriotic hero Xu Wencai.”

The patriotic youths shouted and the prison van was stopped in the street.

The one who was making the most noise was Zheng Haisheng, a famous seppuku hero in the patriotic circles.

Zheng Haisheng was a celebrity and a leader among the student patriots.

When he learned that Wencai had been arrested, he raised his arms and patriotic students raised flags to protest.

"Because of cowardice and tolerance."

"People are becoming more and more arrogant."

"Scream, scream loudly!"

"Everyone is a soldier here!"

"The Great Wall will never fall, and the Yellow River will flow!"

No one knew who started it, but the passionate singing echoed throughout the streets near the police station.

Wencai sang this song in the park last time, and when he came back, Yiping composed the music and made it available to the public.

Patriotic songs are not suitable to be sung in Shanghai.

This kind of song is suitable for everyone to sing.

Because of cowardice and tolerance, the Japanese became more cruel and vicious.

The three northeastern provinces have given way, will Shanghai give way now?

Shanghai has given way, will Beijing give way?

If we give up everything, Dragon Country, is there still Dragon Country?

We are all people of a lost nation and race.

Amid the singing, Zheng Haisheng stood on a high platform and gave a passionate speech.

Clap, clap, the applause rang out one after another.

Coupled with this patriotic song, the scene was instantly electrified.

Everyone's face was flushed and they felt their blood boiling.

"We, Jingwumen, support the hero of Maoshan. We ask the government to investigate the case and release the hero."

Chen Zhen brought along disciples from Jingwu Sect, wearing white vests and white cloth strips on their heads with the words "can't bear" written on them.

There were no more than a hundred Jingwu disciples, marching in unison, with the words "Jingwu" written on the front of their white vests and "No More Endurance" written on the back.

Ninjado is the martial arts spirit proposed by the Japanese, but the Japanese never tolerate it. They only brainwash the enemy to tolerate it.

The Jingwu disciples shouted in unison: "We have endured enough, we don't need to endure it anymore!"

More than a hundred experienced warriors raised their arms and shouted together, their blood boiling, and passers-by around them felt the heat rising.

Rong Zhaotian, the chief of the Shanghai Police Department, was in a state of panic. He stood on the roof and shouted desperately with a loud speaker: "Everyone go back. I will investigate the case and give justice to the hero."

"Bullshit, the police can be trusted, and sows can climb trees."

"The hero stayed with the police for one day, was burned, had his hair poured with water, and was tortured beyond recognition in one day."

"Yes, the police are grandsons in front of the foreigners and devils, but they are masters and devils in front of our compatriots."

The common people cursed bitterly.

The credibility of Longguo’s police officers is too low, and what they say is nothing.

Rong Zhao added a few words, feeling that Wencai was a hot potato.

If there were no orders from above, even if Wencai had killed a hundred people, even if he had slept with his own sister, Rong Zhaotian would have let him go without hesitation.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, Chinese, all of you, let me go."

A group of Japanese soldiers wearing samurai uniforms, Japanese swords on their waists and wooden clogs lined up in two rows and walked towards us arrogantly.

"Kill the Japs!"

A passionate young man couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to fight the Japanese warriors to the death.

As a result, just as he rushed forward, the Japanese warrior grabbed his wrist and pulled and twisted it backwards. The passionate young man immediately broke out in sweat and his face turned red, seeming to be in extreme pain.

"Akutagawa Ryuichi, let him go, and fight me if you dare."

Chen Zhen stepped forward and kicked the Japanese warrior in the air, sending him flying, then landed steadily, his body as light as a falling feather and as steady as Mount Tai.

With every kick and every fall, he displayed the demeanor of a martial arts master.

Akutagawa Ryuichi walked out from the crowd of warriors and said, "Chen Zhen, we will settle the grudge between you and Hongkou Dojo later. Today, I am here to send you a letter of challenge, but I am not going to fight you. I want to challenge Xu Wencai."

After saying this, he took out a letter of challenge from his bosom and flew onto the prison van parked in front of the police station.

"Xu-san, you dare to accept the challenge of Hongkou Dojo. As long as you win, the account with Osaka Goro will be written off."

Wencai laughed, struggled with both hands, and exerted all his strength on his arms, and the handcuffs chain broke with a snap.

"Okay, let's have a good time. I agree. Let's have a good time."

"I will welcome you at the Hongkou Dojo in three days."

Ryuichi Akutagawa jumped lightly off the prison van and returned to the team of Japanese warriors.

"let's go!"

The Japs swaggered away.

"Release them, release them quickly. The Japanese have issued a declaration of war, and you still won't release them."

The passionate young people shouted in unison.

Rong Zhaotian waved his hand and said, "There are still doubts about Xu Wencai's murder of Osaka Goro. The evidence is insufficient. Release him."

A policeman jumped into the car, took out the key and unlocked Wencai's handcuffs.

In fact, the handcuffs have been broken, and opening them is a ceremony to release the person.

After the handcuffs were removed, Wencai regained his freedom. He did not rush to jump out of the car. Instead, he said loudly: "Everyone, I don't have much education and I can't speak. Anyway, all my words are typed. Three days later, I will represent Longguo and tens of millions of compatriots to beat the Japanese devils hard."

"Clap clap clap!"

Everyone was united and applauded in unison.

Amid the applause, Wencai jumped up straight without bending his knees or moving his legs. He actually jumped six meters high. When he fell, his figure was as light as a ghost and he disappeared in a few flashes.

Chen Zhen's eyes lit up: "Great Kung Fu, I wonder which one is better, this or the Mysterious Fist."

………………

In the suburbs, in a thatched hut, Guangzi, wearing a kimono, brought two cups of bitter tea.

Wencai took a sip of the bitter tea, frowned, and put it down. Then he took out a bottle of black feed from the storage space, unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and said, "I still like Coca-Cola."

Chen Zhen was wearing a Zhongshan suit, a crew cut, and black leather shoes. He did not look like a martial arts master from the Republic of China, but rather a young man from the 90s or s in Wencai's previous life.

"I didn't expect that Master Xu, a great master of Maoshan, would like foreign goods."

Chen Zhen smiled, took a sip of the bitter water, and frowned.

Wencai took out another bottle of Coke and handed it to Chen Zhen.

"The world is progressing. Both Jingwu Sect and our Maoshan need to make progress. Besides, Brother Chen also likes foreign goods."

As he spoke, Wencai glanced at Guangzi, who was wearing a kimono beside him.

"This ghost woman is pretty. If Chen Zhen doesn't want her, I don't mind buying a second-hand one."

You can only think about this in your mind. If you tell Chen Zhen, he will definitely get angry.

"Haha, Master Xu really likes to joke. The weather is really nice today, why don't we have a fight?"

"Right on my mind."

Now to the topic, Chen Zhen asked Wencai to come today just to fight.

Wencai came to see Chen Zhen to fight.

The two men walked out of the hut and kept three meters away from each other.

Chen Zhen warms up by jumping, twisting his waist and kicking his legs.

Wencai stood quietly by the side, not even making a gesture to start.

"Hoo-hi!"

Chen Zhen's breath was beating, and a strange sound like thunder came from his chest and abdomen.

In the next step, Chen Zhen's steps seemed to be advancing and retreating, and his punches were agile and confusing, hitting Wencai.

For a moment, all Wencai could see was Chen Zhen’s boxing skills.

Mysterious Fist, Crazy Eyes Style.

The fists were dancing wildly in front of my eyes, making me dizzy. I could only see the shadows of the fists and couldn't see anything else.