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Chapter 71 Ending and Returning [5k please subscribe]

In 1905, the rule of the Qing court came to an end.

A full seven years ahead of history.

The early end of the Qing court had a lot to do with the assassination of the Queen Mother of the West. Due to internal and external troubles, the Qing court really did not have more energy to suppress the uprising forces.

To a certain extent, Zhang Jingyun has indeed advanced the historical process, which is no small achievement.

But what disappoints Zhang Jingyun is that there is no indication of such a large achievement system, and he still only completes the special task of assassinating the Queen Mother of the West.

Shaking his head, Zhang Jingyun was satisfied.

This is the longest mission world he has ever experienced. It has been nearly six years in total. The situation has changed, and various experiences have been thrilling.

From the Boxer Rebellion, to the assassination of the Queen Mother of the West, to the withdrawal of the Qing court from the stage of history, Zhang Jingyun was either directly involved or indirectly involved.

The rebellion never happened.

With the end of the Qing court, the Republic of China was born.

Zhang Jingyun doesn't know how long the new ship of the Republic of China can last. Although Mr. Sun has become the interim president, there still seem to be people dreaming of being an emperor.

Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be martyred.

This is a truth that has not changed since ancient times, but if that day really happens, Zhang Jingyun will definitely make another move against Tiangang.

Change this principle.

Let those who steal the country be punished!

.........

The first year of the Republic of China.

The Jingwu Association blossomed everywhere, with the support of the upper class, the spirit of martial arts was carried forward, and Jinmen and Foshan were still the holy places of martial arts, and countless people flocked there.

At the invitation of Nong Jinsun!
Zhang Jingyun moved the Jingwu Association to Shanghai.

At first, Zhang Jingyun didn't understand why Nong Jinsun wanted him to move the Jingwu Association to Shanghai. Wouldn't it be better to be in Jinmen, the holy place of martial arts in the north?
It wasn't until Zhang Jingyun arrived in Shanghai that he understood.

Shanghai was the largest city in the Republic of China, and it was also the area where foreigners gathered the most. There were tall buildings and chimneys like forests. The big boats passing by on the Huangpu River were either flying the Mi Ziqi, the plaster flag, or the Stars and Stripes.

Most of the people coming and going from the tall buildings on the river bank are foreigners wearing top hats and tuxedos, holding civilized sticks, strutting with their heads held high, and their leather shoes clattering.

Nong Jinsun brought Zhang Jingyun to the gate of a park. The interior layout of the park is fantastic, with beautiful gazebos, western-style fountains, graceful sculptures, lawn green chairs, palm flower paths, chic and elegant, completely different from the Chinese garden style .

of course.

It would have been fine without that sign.

Zhang Jingyun also understood that this was Nong Jinsun's intention of bringing him here, and he saw an iron plate at the entrance of the park with the Chinese character horoscope engraved on it.

Chinese and dogs are not allowed inside.

Although the abdication of the Qing court was of far-reaching significance to China, it seemed to have little bearing on the foreigners in these concessions.

No change of ruler can control them.

"Junqing, to be honest, I felt an indescribable sense of depression as soon as I arrived in Shanghai, which made me breathless.

What I saw and heard was unbearable!

In Shanghai, Chinese people can feel the gap with foreigners even more. This world of feasting and feasting is incompatible with our world, making people feel inferior.

This is why I asked you to move the General Assembly to Shanghai. Although martial arts cannot directly change the country, it can make people confident, and the martial spirit is more suitable to be carried forward in a place like this. "

Zhang Jingyun nodded.

He walked to the side of the park and stretched out his hand to take off the iron plaque engraved with eight characters. At the same time, several island warriors in samurai uniforms saw this and swarmed over.

One of them yelled: "Get out of here!"

As if Zhang Jingyun had never heard of it, he stretched out his hand and took off the iron sign weighing hundreds of catties. In fact, the park originally erected a wooden sign, but even though the Chinese dared not destroy it openly, they dared to act at night and smashed this broken sign.

Later, foreigners changed to iron plates.

They also sent samurai from the nearby island dojo to guard the iron sign. In fact, the sign itself is of little value, but the words on it are more important.

It symbolizes the status of foreigners.

When these island warriors saw Zhang Jingyun easily taking off the iron plate weighing hundreds of kilograms, they did not dare to act rashly. They just said: "We can report it to the police for stealing!"

Zhang Jingyun didn't want to steal this broken sign.

I saw him practicing magic skills horizontally, without kicking or smashing, bent down, stretched out a finger, brushed and smoothed the Chinese characters on the iron plate a few times.

"Hiss! What kind of finger is this?"

Many people have already gathered around to watch the fun.

After seeing Zhang Jingyun stretch out his hand to smooth the words on the iron plate, there was a sound of gasping, and several foreign women looked at Zhang Jingyun's fingers with piercing eyes.

It's like a baby.

"This…"

Zhang Jingyun's kung fu also stunned the warriors from the island country. They thought to themselves, but luckily they didn't confront Zhang Jingyun rashly.

Just poke it with this finger, wouldn't it be a blood hole on the spot?

But that's not all.

Zhang Jingyun kept moving, with a golden light on his face, he stretched out his finger again, relying on the magic power of horizontal practice and the magic power of eagle claw to insert his finger into the card.

Half of the fingertips were embedded in the iron plate. With a few strokes horizontally and horizontally with strong finger strength, a foreign character was engraved on the iron plate in an instant.

After all, the characters of the islanders all evolved from Chinese characters. They recognized the foreign characters at once. Although everyone looked ugly, most of them were shocked.

Even some foreign policemen who came because of the crowd were stunned when they saw Zhang Jingyun writing Chinese characters on the iron plate with his fingers and did not dare to step forward to stop him.

"it is good!"

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, and suddenly there was a burst of warm applause. After Zhang Jingyun finished carving foreign characters, he flicked the iron plate weighing more than a hundred kilograms and inserted it back into its original position without missing a beat, which showed his profound skills.

Several island warriors looked at each other, then disappeared and ran to report the news. Zhang Jingyun also left the park with Nong Jinsun.

Two days later.

The flag of the Jingwu Association is flying high over Wangjiazhai in Zhabei District, Shanghai. The flag of the Jingwu Association is composed of a yellow, blue and red three-star flag falling from the top to the lower left, representing the three sports of morality, intelligence and physical education.

The flag is fluttering, especially enchanting.

As soon as Zhang Jingyun entered Shanghai, he displayed his magical skills and caused quite a sensation. Now that the Jingwu Association has been established, it is even more exciting.

Even when the Chinese in Shanghai learned that the person in charge of the Jingwu Association was Huo Yuanjia, they all wanted to get a shot of chicken blood and signed up enthusiastically.

All of a sudden, martial arts prevailed in Shanghai.

Also on this night.

In a small building with a plaque hanging "Tokyo Club" in the island country's concession in Shanghai, several people from the island country were negotiating secretly.

Two of the warriors from the island country were the ones who witnessed Zhang Jingyun's iron fingers in the park. In the past two days, they tried their best to find out Zhang Jingyun's origin.

Now that the investigation is clear, he came to report to an islander wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Teacher Kurosaburo..."

"I've told you so many times that you are an official when you work, why can't you remember it!" The islander wearing gold-rimmed glasses said sternly in Japanese.

The samurai quickly changed his words, "Yes, Your Excellency, we have investigated clearly, that person is Huo Yuanjia, the president of the Jingwu Association from Jinmen!

He came to Shanghai for the purpose of setting up the Jingwu Association, intending to carry forward the spirit of martial arts in Shanghai, hundreds of people have already signed up, and they are extremely enthusiastic. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Heisaburo frowned and said: "Martial spirit, hum! The Chinese are not worthy of this noble spirit, we want to destroy it!"

"Your Excellency Colonel, I heard that Huo Yuanjia is the most powerful warrior in China with his martial arts skills. I'm afraid it will be difficult to destroy the martial spirit he advocates!"

"Island warriors are not bad!"

Kurosaburo stood up, his smiling face suddenly turned sinister and ferocious, and a murderous aura suddenly appeared in his gentle eyes.

"Huo Yuanjia opened the Jingwu Association in Shanghai, and hundreds of people signed up on the first day. If this continues, do you know how many Huo Yuanjia will be born?
We must kill this huge hidden danger in the cradle in advance and never allow it to become bigger and stronger and affect the interests of the empire!Yoshino, do you understand? "

The samurai named Yoshino replied, "Understood!"

Kurosaburo nodded, "I will send you to carry out this difficult task, you must be prepared..."

Before Hei Saburo finished speaking, Yoshino couldn't help but said: "Your Excellency, you don't want me to challenge Huo Yuanjia, do you? I can't even hold his finger with his supernatural power!"

Heisaburo shook his head: "No, no, no, you misunderstood me. I want you to go back to the island country and invite the most brave and fierce Kuwata warrior from the island country."

"The famous Sakura warrior Sang Tian-kun, he is proficient in imperial karate and judo, and also proficient in various Chinese martial arts. If he makes a move, Huo Yuanjia will definitely lose!"

The island country has held five national martial arts competitions, and the samurai named Kuwata won the championship five times in martial arts training, becoming the most famous Sakura samurai in the island country, and the most powerful samurai in the hearts of all island people.

Two and a half months later.

Sakura Samurai Kuwata from the island country arrived in Shanghai.

In the afternoon of the same day, Sang Tian sent someone to the Jingwu General Assembly to send a letter of war, which said:

Mr. Wen Ting is a contemporary Chinese martial arts hero, a world-class hero, and indeed the best in China's diseased country. Now the imperial warrior Sang Tian has arrived in Shanghai. Hearing the name of Mr. Wen Ting, he is willing to give it a try. A hero like Mr. Wen Ting will not refuse...

Zhang Jingyun turned the letter of war into powder with one palm. The letter of war seemed modest, and the lines were full of words about Zhang Jingyun's heroism, but the ridicule and contempt in it couldn't be concealed.

The date of the battle is three days later, and the location will be notified by the islanders on the same day to prevent an ambush.

Zhang Jingyun took up the challenge.

Three days later, the Tokyo Club sent the address, and Kuwata actually set the location of the battle on an armored ship docked in the Huangpu River.

Zhang Jingyun looked gloomy.

He knows what tricks the islanders are playing.

Fighting on the iron-clad ship, recalling the shame of the Sino-Japanese War, let the people of the two countries know who is stronger and who is weaker, and completely defeated the martial spirit rising in Shanghai.

On the eve of the decisive battle.

Kurosaburo and Kuwata were talking in the room.

"How is Sang Tian-kun's martial arts?"

Sakura Samurai Kuwata said: "Energetic as an ox, brave as a tiger, eating three kilograms of meat per meal, recharging your energy is to prepare for this battle."

"What are the odds?"

"Huo Yuanjia, I think he has a yellow face, he looks like a sick man, or he may have hurt his heart from practicing boxing. Is there any reason to be invincible against a sick man?"

"I heard that the Huo family's secret sect boxing is unique in the world. If you know yourself and your enemy, you will be victorious in any battle. I wonder if Mr. Sangtian knows the secret sect boxing? How are you going to defeat him?"

"I understand Mizong Quan, also known as Mizong Art. The characteristics of martial arts are that the upper limbs talk about throwing, clapping, strokes, etc., and the lower limbs talk about jumping, cutting, hanging, and wrapping.

I am going to defeat him with my own homemade shrimp boxing. The secret boxing is more hard and softer, and my homemade shrimp boxing is both hard and soft. It combines the Chinese golden bell cover, iron cloth shirt and other horizontal and external skills, knife and slash. No damage was caused by an ax blow. I once killed a big bear with my palm in the mountains of Kyushu, and I had no chance of missing a fight with Huo Yuanjia! "

"Kuwata-kun is worthy of being Sakura Samurai."

"Your Excellency, Colonel, thank you very much."

"Don't call me an official, just call me Heisaburo."

"Mr. Heisanlang is really approachable."

.........

On the bank, Zhang Jingyun and Nong Jinsun walked side by side. When they looked up, they saw an iron-clad ship standing on the Huangpu River, piercing their hearts like a thorn.

"Junqing, it all depends on you."

Zhang Jingyun waved his hand, "I have mastered martial arts, so arrogant people like this are not qualified to die in my hands, so what's the point?"

The Jingwu Association was established nearly three years ago.

Education is integrated into the body, disciples are recruited, and talents are abundant. If the great masters are not scattered all over the world and the provincial branches are unable to escape, Zhang Jingyun, the president, will not be able to deal with a small role like Sang Tian personally.

Of course, Sang Tian is not a small player.

Being able to win the first place in martial arts in the island country for five consecutive years is considered an individual character. With his status, it would not hurt a battle with Zhang Jingyun.

And under the armored ship.

All the Chinese from Shanghai gathered here, shouting loudly: "Hero Huo, give us some relief! We lost in the First Sino-Japanese War, and we can't lose again this time!"

Zhang Jingyun said: "I will live up to everyone's expectations!"

At this moment, an old man in a gray silk robe held a golden plate with a bowl of wine in his hands. He bowed and said: "Thirteen rows of people from Shanghai come together to propose a toast to Hero Huo and wish you victory in the battle." !”

Zhang Jingyun drained a bowl of wine.

The old man took the wine bowl: "Don't worry, Huo Daxia, the island country is deceitful, if we secretly assassinate the killer during the martial arts competition, we will surely let him stain the Huangpu River with blood! We are Huo Daxia's backing!"

Zhang Jingyun said emotionally: "Don't worry, old man, I still have a breath, and my ambition is unremitting!"

The next second, Zhang Jingyun jumped into the air, flying like a swallow, kicked off the side, and in two or two times, he climbed onto the armor plate three to four feet high and stood on the deck.

Zhang Jingyun's unique skill of lightness kung fu made countless people excited. By the river bank, there were several newspaper offices wandering around, snapping pictures non-stop.

"You shoot first!"

Zhang Jingyun stood with his hands behind his back and said.

When Sang Tian saw Zhang Jingyun performing Qing Gong, he immediately became calm. He lost his previous arrogance and regarded Zhang Jingyun as an opponent of the same level.

He jumped up and down, his body hung up, his palms were in the shape of eagle claws, he sucked his stomach and bowed his waist, and his claws grabbed Zhang Jingyun's shoulders vigorously. Lobster, weird but not as fierce.

Zhang Jingyun was able to deal with it freely with the secret sect's divine boxing, with wind in his palms and thunder in his fists, he used his horizontal kungfu and inner strength skills behind him, once he was hit, he would either die or be injured.

That Sang Tian is also a ghost, twisting and turning in the air, he even turned his body around, arched his back in a round shape, to meet Zhang Jingyun's fist, and when Zhang Jingyun punched him on the deck, he stretched like a lobster, and with a flick, he attacked Zhang Jingyun again .

Zhang Jingyun felt that he was not fighting with a human, but fighting with a humanoid lobster, and suddenly Zhang Jingyun woke up.

The transformation of the spirit is not tired of form, but heavy with meaning.

The god of transformation refers to the spirit of spirit, energy and spirit. When kung fu is practiced to the deepest level, essential changes occur, and the external manifestations are natural changes in spirit.

For example, if you perform a tiger-shaped boxing, people will feel that there is a tiger in front of you, and once the breath is restrained, everyone will disappear.

This Sangtian is almost going to undergo a divine transformation.

Still using lobster as a ginseng, the back and arms were made of steel, so that he could withstand Zhang Jingyun's heavy hammer without being seriously injured.

But even so, the shrimp boxing he created still has some weaknesses compared to Chinese boxing. Zhang Jingyun responded with Xingyiquan, and his boxing style changed.

For a while it is like a tiger jumping a stream, for a while it is like a white ape climbing a branch, and for a while it is like a blue dragon exploring the sea. It is unpredictable, hard and soft, and well-organized.

In an instant, Zhang Jingyun had the upper hand.

Sangtian himself thought that he understood Chinese martial arts after learning about Chinese golden bells and iron cloth shirts. However, in the past few decades, Chinese martial arts have blossomed everywhere, including Tai Chi, Xingyi, Bagua, Baji, Pao Zhui, and Pigua, each leading the way. , the background is far from what the island country can match.

Zhang Jingyun shook Sang Tian's whole body balance with the power of Taiji Tangsi, grabbed Sang Tian's right foot and lifted it up, Sang Tian was caught off guard and fell to the ground in the air.

Sang Tian rolled like a lobster and was about to get up, but Zhang Jingyun tapped the Jianjing acupoint, using the acupuncture techniques taught by Master Fa Kong to break his golden bell and iron shirt.

Zhang Jingyun flew up with his right foot.

A flick of the leg, bang!
He actually kicked Sang Tian and other magical warriors up to ten feet high, and then another cannon hammer precisely hit the falling Sang Tian's head, causing his head and neck to fall heavily.

There was a loud bang on the deck!
Sang Tian's head was embedded in the deck, his body was still writhing, and his feet bounced up from time to time, like a lobster with its head stuck.

On both sides of the river bank, cheers went straight to the sky.

Zhang Jingyun lifted his toes and touched the Tanzhong acupoint a little, and Sangtian could no longer flutter. If there were another ten years, Sangtian might undergo a magical transformation, but he had no chance.

After this battle, Zhang Jingyun shocked Shanghai Bund.

Because he was born with a yellow complexion, and after practicing Heng Lian Sheng Gong, his face was filled with a faint golden light when he performed the skills, and he gradually got the nickname "Yellow Face Tiger".

Yellow-faced tiger on the beach in Shanghai.

Jinmen hero Huo Yuanjia.

The world's number one assassin...

Zhang Jingyun had more and more titles, and within a few months, the Jingwu Association was booming in Shanghai. Thousands of people traveled thousands of miles just to witness a generation of heroic warriors.

Zhang Jingyun couldn't bear the disturbance, so he returned to Jinmen and transferred Li Shuwen, the president of the Jingwu branch in Jinmen, to Shanghai to head the general association.

Seeing that Zhang Jingyun had left and a new president came to the various avenues in the Concession of the Island, they thought it was a good opportunity to get back the venue, so they came to challenge him one after another.

Until Li Shuwen shot and killed dozens of people.

All major venues have ceased operations.

The Chamber of Commerce of the island country even offered 20 taels of silver to invite Zhang Jingyun and Li Shuwen to the island country to spread their martial arts skills and increase the friendship between China and the island.

The respectful attitude makes people uncomfortable.

Zhang Jingyun liked the unruly appearance of the island country, so he flatly refused, and Li Shuwen was also unwilling to go. Unexpectedly, this was even more supported by the island people.

They even honored the two as Valkyrie and Sharpshooter.

Zhang Jingyun returned to his hometown in Jinmen and lived in seclusion for nearly a year, adding nearly a hundred attribute points. He did not stop until Han Yujie became pregnant again.

And the Jingwu Association is also held all over the country.

"Ding! The task has been completed, and the return is starting..."

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