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Chapter 69 Big Bang on Hong Kong Island【5k Subscription】

"His name is Liu Yubai. He was originally a wealthy son of Yangzhou. He was the champion of martial arts at the age of 17. This kind of achievement is unprecedented in the whole country, and there will be no one in the future."

"How did such a person end up here?"

Li Yutang sighed, "It seems to be a bad fate. He fell in love with his father's woman. My father was so angry that even his beloved woman ended up in front of him.

Liu Yubai was reduced to smoking cigarettes every day. He did not have the courage to commit suicide until he lost all his property and became a beggar wandering the streets of Hong Kong Island. "

Li Cunyi said: "Mr. Li is willing to support such a down-and-out young master with one silver dollar a day. His kindness is admirable."

"Li is ashamed. In fact, when Liu Yubai was down and out, I bought his property at a low price. Li felt ashamed, so he supported him with a silver dollar every day."

Yang Shaohou said: "Although we are warriors, we also know the truth that soldiers are impermanent, water is impermanent, if you don't buy his property, others will.

But other people may not support him with silver dollars. You feel guilty, but in fact, you have done your best to him. "

Li Yutang is willing to explain the inside story to everyone, which is enough to show that he is an upright person. The reason why he is ashamed is because he has too much kindness.

In this absurd era, Li Yutang is unique in being able to thrive on Hong Kong Island without being ruthless.

"From being a martial arts champion to being reduced to a heavy-smoking beggar, what's the point of such a life? I would have committed suicide a long time ago," Li Shuwen said.

Li Shuwen was a pure martial artist who was willing to fall to his own devices. To him, he was a coward. A true warrior would rather die than live in this world.

"Maybe he's waiting for an opportunity."

Zhang Jingyun said suddenly.

"Death is actually not terrible. Once you close your eyes or open them, this life will pass. But a person like him, who is the best in the world, would be willing to die in obscurity?"

In the realm of divine transformation, a certain change has taken place in the spirit, and one can see the most essential things of a person.Zhang Jingyun knew that Liu Yubai didn't want to die.

He was just waiting for a chance to burn to death, to die vigorously on the battlefield, instead of dying in this dark alley.

"Wu Zhuangyuan, what a pity..."

Cheng Tinghua also said with emotion.

"It's no pity. There's nothing wrong with being a beggar. Wasn't the last Wu champion also begging for food?" Zhang Jingyun said with a smile.

Everyone smiled, knowing who he was talking about.

Su Can, one of the ten tigers in Guangdong, was also the champion of martial arts. He asked the emperor for a golden bowl to beg for food.

This is hard food.

However, the ten tigers of Guangdong belonged to the previous era. For example, Huang Feihong's father, Huang Qiying, had passed away for several years. Even if Su Can was still alive, he was still close to a hundred years old.

In the evening, I went to Li Yutang's house.

The Li Mansion was brightly lit, and many people gathered at the back door, queuing up to receive the rice. The rice was packed into small bags, weighing about five catties.

Li Yutang's driver Deng Asi sat beside the pile of rice and told those who came to receive rice to use only one hand to grab as many bags as they wanted and not to take more.

At this moment, everyone was trying their best to grab the rice.

However, a rice bag already weighs five catties, bigger than the palm of a hand, and ordinary people can only grab two or three bags with all their strength, which is not because they are weak.

But the hands are not that big.

Until a giant-like strong man came forward, two rows of people in front stretched out his hand from the top of the crowd to grab the rice pile, and grabbed six bags of rice with a light grab.

"Hey, why do you take so much?"

Deng Asi subconsciously stopped him.

The giant strong man said: "Isn't it a hand?"

Deng Asi realized that he was really shocked. In all these years, he had never seen anyone able to grab six bags of rice with one hand. How big was that hand?

If you practice the magic of eagle claws.

An ordinary person's head can be crushed by him with one hand. Even Zhang Jingyun and others who passed by were amazed. Judging from the height, it is estimated to be [-] meters.

Ordinary people brushed past him, only reaching his chest. Among the bustling crowd, he stood out from the crowd, with his head on the upper floor.

"Mr. Li is really a kind man."

Li Yutang said to Zhang Jingyun, "We release food on weekdays, and it is for festivals, so that the common people can live a good life for a few days, but today is different."

As he said that, Li Yutang's face began to dance brightly: "My son Li Chongguang has been admitted to Yale University in Meilijian, and we will have a big banquet tonight."

"congratulations!"

In this era, getting admitted to Meili Jian Yale University was several times more difficult than getting admitted to Qingbei University in the main world. It was a truly glorious ancestor.

In the evening, Li Yutang gave a big banquet to the guests.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, there was only one person at the table, who suddenly got up and pulled Li Yutang to a corner to talk, the man looked excited and said: "Sun Wen, it's coming!"

Li Yutang heard the name.

My heart skipped a beat.

He asked, "How much will it cost this time?"

Chen Shaobai: "..."

He is Li Yutang's close friend Chen Shaobai. Li Yutang has been supporting his revolution for many years, but Chen Shaobai never thought that Chen Shaobai would want to recruit him into his gang.

"Why do you always talk about revolution in terms of money? Mr. Sun will be arriving in Hong Kong in a while. Do you know what this means?"

"You don't need money anymore?"

Chen Shaobai choked for a moment and said, "Of course money is needed. The main reason is Mr. Sun's safety. We must ensure that he can arrive in Hong Kong safely and leave safely."

"Then how much do you want?"

Li Yutang now has a headache when he hears about the revolution. His good friend is in the revolution, his son is also in the revolution, and there are no serious people around him.

Chen Shaobai said: "I want you!"

Li Yutang turned around and left. Chen Shaobai stopped him and said, "You have to help me. I'm just the president of China Daily and I can't protect people."

When Li Yutang heard this, he suddenly stopped and said, "I just met some northern martial arts masters. How about asking them to protect Mr. Sun?"

"Martial Master? Can you do it?"

Chen Shaobai said worriedly with thick eyes, just as the two were talking, a figure suddenly appeared behind them.

"Warrior, isn't that what you do?"

Zhang Jingyun spoke leisurely, startling the two of them, "Master Huo, when did you come, why didn't you even make a sound?"

Li Yutang took a breath and said.

Zhang Jingyun looked at Chen Shaobai. His figure was thin, but he stood upright, like an ancient pine tree. He looked bookish with glasses, like a bookworm, but his eyes were clear, with pure and firm belief.

"Mr. Chen, I have heard Jinsun tell you about you a long time ago. As for Mr. Sun's safety after arriving in Hong Kong, you can rest assured and leave it to us."

Zhang Jingyun said with clasped fists.

Chen Shaobai also couldn't help asking: "You are?"

"My surname is Huo, my first name is Yuanjia, and my courtesy name is Junqing."

"Huo Yuanjia, the Jinmen hero?!"

Chen Shaobai said excitedly: "Sun Wen told me that Huo Daxia killed foreign ghosts with the Boxers two and a half years ago. He killed thousands of foreigners alone and killed the Queen Mother of the West."

Li Yutang was struck by lightning.

People like Chen Shaobai just want to make revolution every day. After all, they have not rebelled openly. But Zhang Jingyun is so outrageous that he actually killed the Queen Mother of the West?

"You did that!"

Li Yutang just wanted to be a businessman in peace, but for some reason, he was surrounded by either the revolutionary party or the rebels, which was outrageous.

"I am over-flattered!"

Zhang Jingyun cupped his hands and said modestly.

Chen Shaobai also said: "Since Mr. Huo is here, I will entrust you with the protection of Mr. Sun. If you need any cooperation, Cousin Yu and I will be on call."

"I……"

Li Yutang opened his mouth, wanting to say that he didn't want to get involved, but when the words came to his lips, the two of them had already walked to the side to discuss the details of protecting Mr. Sun.

"You really don't treat me as an outsider!"

Hard-talking is hard-talking, Li Yutang is serious about something, not only paying a lot of money, but also actively seeking help for Zhang Jingyun.

.........

time flies.

Blink of an eye into October.

"These are the masters I heard about." That day, Li Yutang sent the reliable list to Zhang Jingyun.

Zhang Jingyun did not refuse.

This time, the Qing court brought out all its masters.

The Qing court in the sunset will not just wait for death. It is like the injured hyena, which would rather die than take the last bite.

This battle will be unprecedented.

Zhang Jingyun went to the first place that day, the Gaosheng Theater, the huge theater was deserted, obviously there were not many customers.

"Guest, there is no chance today!"

Suddenly, a delicate female voice came.

Following the sound, I saw a girl in her twenties, wearing a felt hat and dressed like a tomboy, and even her hair was short.

Zhang Jingyun looks more familiar the more he looks at it...

Afterwards, Zhang Jingyun asked her: "Is the class leader there? I want to ask him to sing a play."

"Find my dad? Come with me."

Off the stage, a martial artist was taking off his make-up. He had thick brows and broad eyes, deep eyes, and an aura of battlefield on his body.

"Fang Tian, ​​it's really you!"

Seeing this person, Zhang Jingyun smiled.

Fang Tian, ​​the team leader of Gaosheng Theater, turned his head and saw Zhang Jingyun was stunned for a moment, and then showed an expression of disbelief.

"Jinmen hero Huo Yuanjia!"

Zhang Jingyun and Fang Tian are old acquaintances, or they don't know each other without fighting. Of course, Fang Tian can't beat Zhang Jingyun.

He was the one who was beaten.

Fang Tian was originally a general of the Qing army stationed in Jinmen. He was also Nie Shicheng's deputy general and was regarded as the second-in-command of the Wuwei Army.

The Boxer Rebellion broke out, and the Qing army and the Boxer Rebellion joined forces to resist the foreign invasion. Nie Shicheng took the opportunity to annihilate the Boxer Rebellion, leading to a civil war between the two sides.

Later, Zhang Jingyun sneaked into the barracks and killed Nie Shicheng, and Fang Tian took over as the commander of the Wuwei Army.

"How did you get to this point?"

Two and a half years ago, Tian Tian was at least the commander of the Wuwei Army, commanding more than ten thousand Qing soldiers. Even if he was defeated, he would not be reduced to making a living by performing arts.

Fang Tian said helplessly: "The Boxers failed, the Qing court put all the responsibility on the Boxers, and I advocate Zhao'an Boxers."

Zhang Jingyun understood that this was becoming a scapegoat. It was obvious that the Qing court was vacillating, but in the end it was the generals who had made great contributions to the War of Resistance and became wanted criminals.

Forced to perform as a performer on Hong Kong Island to survive.

Fang Tian pointed to the others: "Hero Huo, please look, these veterans, throwing their heads and spilling blood, are now being insulted by the rebels, how can they justify it!"

"There is no reason in this world. I came here today to ask you to help me protect a person. He may give you the answer." Zhang Jingyun said.

Fang Tian asked, "Is there someone you can't protect?"

Zhang Jingyun said: "Mr. Sun is coming."

Fang Tian stood up, "We want to protect the people that the Qing government wants to kill, Huo Daxia, we [-] or so veterans listen to you."

.........

Zhang Jingyun left the theater and went to find the next person. In the Kowloon Walled City, Zhang Jingyun saw the strong man who grabbed six bags of rice with one hand a few days ago.

It is not accurate to say that he is a strong man.

Because even Zhang Jingyun is 1.8 meters tall, standing in front of him has to raise his head to talk to him, it is too tall, wearing shoes is [-] meters [-]!
"Wang Fuming, this is a good name!"

Zhang Jingyun said that the giant Wang Fuming in front of him had great ambitions to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty since he was a child. He was originally a Shaolin monk from Zhengzhou, Henan.

After being expelled from Shaolin, he went south to South Shaolin, then continued south to Hong Kong, and then went south and fell into the sea, so he settled down in Hong Kong.

"Are you looking for me?"

Wang Fuming looked down at Zhang Jingyun.

With his stature, coupled with Shaolin Kung Fu, he was definitely a brave general in ancient times, but it is a pity that he met Da Qing at an untimely time.

"Would you like to help me protect myself?"

Wang Fuming asked: "Why should I help you?"

At this time, it is necessary to nominate the importance of voice. In Water Margin, Song Jiang and others reported their names, and immediately some people fell down and worshiped.

The same goes for Li Yunlong in Liangjian.

As soon as the name was announced, Monk Wei followed him.

Now Zhang Jingyun's name is similar to this, he clasped his fists and said, "I'm Huo Yuanjia, whose name is Junqing, from Jinghai County, Jinmen."

Wang Fuming was stunned.

"Huo Yuanjia, the hero of Jinmen? I have heard that you killed thousands of foreigners. You asked me to do something to give me, Wang Fuming, face. Tell me, what are you doing!"

As Wang Fuming said, he patted the stone bench next to him. In the next second, he heard a click, and the stone bench more than ten centimeters thick was slapped into two pieces.

"Vajra Palm, are you really a monk?"

Wang Fuming laughed and said, "The host master said that I was too careless to be a monk, so he asked me to return to secular life."

Zhang Jingyun thought about the ending of Wang Fuming in the plot. Because he was tall and powerful, he was attacked by Qing assassins and was stabbed dozens of times but still stood tall.

"You need some armor!"

Zhang Jingyun realized that if he was wearing heavy armor, his force value could even soar to the point where Liu Yubai would fight in the final battle. He is really a fierce general.

"I have no money!"

Zhang Jingyun smiled: "Go and find Li Yutang."

Soon, the corners of Li Yutang's mouth twitched as he looked at the stupid man in front of him. Not long ago, he gave a large sum of money to the veterans of the Gaosheng Theater.

One hundred silver dollars per person, settling fee.

Now there is another big man who wants a suit of armor. He ran all over the blacksmith shops on Hong Kong Island, exhausted and exhausted, and finally found a master who was willing to make armor.

When I got home, my butt was still hot.

Li Yutang received Zhang Jingyun's message to pay again, and this time he paid more money, tens of thousands of silver dollars, and even he felt heartache.

"Spending money is like running water!"

Li Yutang said that he was careless in making friends while spending money, and Chen Shaobai was fine with it, and the newcomer Zhang Jingyun could spend more money than him.

"Hey, this iron fan..."

When Li Yutang redeemed the specified things with the money, he suddenly understood that the black gold iron fan redeemed from the pawnshop was the heirloom of Liu Yubai, the champion of martial arts.

.........

"I want to use this thing to ask you to protect someone."

Zhang Jingyun came to the alley with a black gold iron fan. The beggar had ragged clothes, messy hair, and no energy on his body.

He took out the black gold iron fan.

Liu Yubai opened his eyes, picked up the iron fan handed down from his family, and opened it with a loud bang. At this moment, all his energy and energy came back. His eyes were shining with cold stars, his eyebrows were curved like paint, and his chest was broad and full of energy. The majesty that is invincible to all men.

As Zhang Jingyun said before.

Liu Yubai has been waiting.

Waiting for a chance to burn out.

"Leave the most dangerous place to me!"

Zhang Jingyun saw in him that he looked at death as if he were at home. When they met again, Liu Yubai was no longer the slovenly beggar he was today.

Instead, he cleansed his body and turned back into the past. He was handsome and handsome, and he could beat the enemy. At the age of 17, he became the No. [-] martial artist in Yangzhou.

.........

The night of October [-]th.

On the eve of Mr. Sun's arrival in Hong Kong, everyone gathered in Li's residence. Chen Shaobai made wine and tea himself, and Li Yutang presented them with amulets of peace.

"One for everyone, stay safe."

Zhang Jingyun and the others also each received a piece of peace talisman, the nine great masters of the northern martial arts, dozens of veterans, one ex-monk, and one ex-beggar.

This is the final team.

Everyone drank and ate meat, and everyone remained silent, as if they were about to go to the execution ground the next day. The atmosphere in the arena was terrifyingly quiet.

Finally, someone spoke, and it was Wang Fuming who asked: "Where will you go tomorrow? After the battle tomorrow, I can go back to the Shaolin Temple."

The coachman Deng Asi said: "Don't go, I will be married after tomorrow, you have to come and drink my wedding wine."

Wang Fuming simply said: "Good!"

Deng Asi turned around and said to Fang Tian and others: "Master Fang, you are coming too. I'll treat you to a wedding banquet."

Fang Tian said: "Little brother, I accepted it kindly, but after tomorrow, we will go back to Jinmen, young and frivolous, the fallen leaves return to their roots."

"Mr. Liu, what about you?"

Liu Yubai's face was pale, "I'm a beggar, it's not good to go to your place, thank you, bring a pot of wine to my place."

Deng Asi said: "It's not hard!"

"Master, what about you?"

Deng Asi looked at Li Chongguang again.

"Maybe it's time to get ready for school."

.........

The corners of Zhang Jingyun's mouth kept twitching. The wine was drunk like a beheaded wine, and the flags were set up one by one, which made him feel a lot of pressure.

On the morning of October [-]th.

Mr. Sun's ship is about to arrive at the port.

Zhang Jingyun and others have been distributed at various intersections. Mr. Sun will take the Queen's Road from the port to the Furen Literary Society to give a speech, and then go to the Chinese Newspaper Company to meet with representatives of the [-] provinces of the Tongmenghui to discuss the uprising and other matters.

Among them, in order to allow Mr. Sun to attend the meeting with peace of mind, after he left Furen Cultural Society, he would arrange for a double to dress up as Mr. Sun and go home to visit relatives.

In this way, the pressure is all on the substitute's side, the daily newspaper can safely discuss the uprising, and the Sun Mansion will be the Shura battlefield.

Without Zhang Jingyun, it would be Liu Yubai who resisted the hundred Qing court assassins in front of the Sun residence, and he would have to delay for at least 15 minutes.

Queen Street.

Many shops were bought half a month ago, and the shops were not opened at all after they were bought, presumably to hide the killer of the Qing court today.

drop!drop!
As the ship's whistle sounded.

This means that Mr. Sun's ship has arrived at the port, and the assassins of the Qing government hidden in the shop are about to start assassinating Mr. Sun!

But the next second.

Rumble!
On Queen Street Avenue, the explosion suddenly sounded, like the roar of thousands of thunders, deafening, smoke rose into the sky, and the air was mixed with dust.

The gray soil splashed in all directions under the power of the huge shock wave, rapidly breaking and collapsing with the two shops as the center.

Screams and screams echoed miserably over Hong Kong Island, the flames spread, and the scorching air waves rolled over the clothes of hundreds of Qing court killers.

Zhang Jingyun was walking on Queen Street.

The color of blood blurred in front of my eyes.

are dead.

How tragic!
Looking around, there are already corpses everywhere!
Soldiers should die on the battlefield, so there is no need to wrap their bodies in horse leather. This is what Yan Xiaoguo, the leader of the assassins of the Qing Dynasty, said. Zhang Jingyun will realize it for him today.

"I am really here to protect Mr. Sun's safety, but who said that protection must be defended? Letting the killer die here regardless of whether he comes or not is also protection!"

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