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Chapter 22

After three knives

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There were three Japanese samurai swords that were cut by hundreds of people.

No one will let them go.

Lu Ankang sat calmly on the fourth floor, and he didn't go to see the three rusty samurai swords full of resentment throughout the whole process.

Instead, I kept looking at the calm group of Japanese.

What exactly are they coming for?

Especially when the first three items at this auction were put out, it showed their meaning to them.

They were still sitting there quietly.

And let these three knives be auctioned continuously.

The first knife was snatched away by Mao Buyi for "one dollar".

No one is faster than him, and no one is so stupid that he raises the price on such things.

The second knife shot a small character with "50 cents".

The third knife is priced at a "dollar" price

As for the endings of these three knives.

Those people deliberately destroyed the three knives in front of the group of Japanese.

Lu Ankang closed his eyes throughout the whole process.

Mulan kept shouting excitedly: "It's good to burn! It's good to burn!"

It was not until Chen Renxin reminded Mulan that Mulan saw that Lu Ankang was still closing his eyes.

What's wrong with him?

A trace of frowning appeared clearly on his eyebrows.

"The cowardice of the Chinese people is still deeply rooted."

Lu Ankang murmured:

"Is it a hero to take three knives to vent my anger?"

Luo Wenhao stopped in his ears when Lu Ankang said something.

He didn't speak throughout the whole process and finally spoke.

"Not count."

The character of a nation is often determined by its geographical environment. Since ancient times, Chinese people have been surrounded by deserts and plateaus in the west and alpine and grasslands in the north. In addition, they are facing the sea in the east and south. They have long been accustomed to the vast and rich Central Plains life. It is difficult to have the ambition to move west and north, and they have completely satisfied the resources of the Linhai Continent.

Because there should be nothing missing. Over time, thousands of years have passed, and this kind of situation of not being enterprising and only engaging in internal strife is inevitable. Therefore, the Han people in the history of the Chinese people rarely conduct long-distance and overseas invasions. These are all caused by geographical environment and political coercion, coupled with the influence of Confucianism.

They chose comfort.

I just like comfort, but my mother always thinks about comfort.

Therefore, the failure of that war is destined.

They forgot the warning left by their ancestors to be prepared for danger in times of peace, and thought about it as one acre and three-point land in front of their eyes.

This is how it leads to thoughts, conservatism, closure, lack of innovative consciousness, etc.

This leads to a lot of bad personalities.

Just as the book "The Temperament of the East Coast People" written by an American writer evaluates that Chinese people have backdoors, are good at face, are too strong in formalism, lack public qualities and responsibilities, are too selfish, are numb in character, have no sympathy and national unity, etc.

This is the main reason for the failure of that war.

When Lu Ankang finished speaking, Mulan silently lowered her head.

She was always not as long as Lu Ankang thought. What surprised Luo Wenhao was that when someone like Lu Ankang who had no reaction on weekdays really wanted to express himself-

It turned out to be such a response.

His words were recognized from Luo Wenhao from the bottom of his heart.

“How to change these things?”

Lu Ankang covered his face and shook his head helplessly: "I'd better think about how to stop myself from becoming like this."

The auction continues.

Did the appearance of these three knives just target those Japanese? But they watched indifferently throughout the whole process and did not express anything?

I'm afraid, when they really want to express something

They all say: "They are war criminals, and in some ways, we also think they deserve to die."

After the three knives are over—

After more than a dozen auction items were released in succession, a brief rest was held.

During the break, some people who have obtained the upstairs license can enter the upper floor, but they must return to their original position when the auction starts again.

But these are for the second and third floors.

There are no requirements on the level above the fourth floor. In this way, Mao Buyi pulled Wang Buyi to Lu Ankang and insisted on saying, "I am a little tired when I stand, so I come and get my seat."

Luo Wenhao gave up his seat, and Lu Ankang happened to go to the bathroom and got up.

The rest time is about one hour.

It's quite long, of course, because the auction will give some chat time to the audience. Don't underestimate these chats. Many big names regard this as a small meeting, and the auction is just a temporary show.

After Lu Ankang took this hour to leave Linglong Pagoda, he ran to the "Shenghou" tomb.

Because at the beginning of the auction’s intermission—

Lu Ankang discovered that the Japanese girl was missing.

Where did she go?

Can't Lu Ankang think of a good ending?

Why do you think of where you think of?

Lu Ankang still believes in intuition - he always believes that what appears in front of him is not that simple.

And most of the time, it is correct.

No, when he approached Shanzhong Mausoleum.

He finally saw the Japanese girl.

She knelt on her knees at the entrance path of the Mausoleum of Shanzhong.

The old monk blocked her way

The woman kowtowed politely and her forehead hit the soil.

He raised his forehead with fallen leaves hanging on him and asked at the old monk: "Please let me go in and worship my great-grandfather."

"The old friend has passed away, so he shouldn't have disturbed him."

The old monk said, "This is the rule here. Your father and your grandfather should have told you."

The woman continued, "Please let me go in and worship my great-grandfather."

The old monk continued to answer, "Why bother?"

The woman said again: "Please let me go in and worship my great-grandfather."

The old monk shook his head: "No! This is the rule here."

"Rules? Is it like the order Chiang Kai-shek gave you back then?"

The woman lowered her eyebrows and eyes suddenly raised her eyes, looked at the old monk coldly, and smiled strangely, "Retreat?"

When I heard these two words, even the old monk who had been practicing for decades could not sit still for a moment.

His whole body trembled violently. What did he want to say?

Just like the blood suddenly accumulated in his chest, it was held tightly in his mouth and prevented him from spewing out.

He actually hurt the master in just one sentence?

Seeing the old monk enduring his injuries, the woman stood up, wearing small wooden clogs, and stepping towards the Shanzhong Mausoleum step by step.

The old monk stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to block it

The cold light flashed.

A cherry blossom-like knife light flashed through the cuffs of the woman's kimono. The knife was drawn and the knife were closed in almost a moment.

All Lu Ankang's eyes caught the only thing she had withdrew her scabbard back into her sleeve.

And what remains is-

The old monk flew away from his body's head
Chapter completed!