Infinite, starting from Jinmen, the martial arts

Chapter 10 Entering Beijing, Shunyuan Escort Bureau (please follow up)

"Shunyuan Escort Agency."

A large flag with four vigorous characters embroidered on it, with an apricot background, rustled in the cold wind.

The two stone lions in front of the door have also lost their original color at this moment, with mottled marks of time imprinted on them.

Washed by wind and rain, the blue bricks in front of the door were all pitted, and the red paint on the ten-foot-high door peeled off and fell with the wind.

Looking at it, it looked like a dilapidated scene.

There were quite a few punks wearing tattered clothes and covered in dirt gathering around, bragging about something.

Chen Qingyang stood in front of the door of Shunyuan Escort Bureau, with a cloth cap on his head, his hands tucked into his sleeves and robe, squinting, wondering whether to just knock on the door or climb over the wall.

Shunyuan Escort Agency should have been in the court's sight at this moment, or to be precise, it was in the eyes of the Queen Mother.

After all, what Mr. Wang Wu did was not trivial, so it was not surprising that the old witch regarded him as a thorn in her side.

Entering through the main entrance and finding out his identity, it brought trouble to Shunyuan Escort Bureau.

Now that Mr. Wang Wu is hiding his traces, Shunyuan Escort Agency has only one disciple left, Zuo Zongyuan.

The Escort Bureau has been closed for a long time and is still there. The court also wants to use the people in the Escort Bureau to lure the Fifth Master out.

After all, his family is still there and his disciples are still there.

But the business has long been gone, haha...

Taking a deep breath, Chen Qingyang didn't bother to climb over the wall. He always came to visit, so he went in through the front door.

Now, Mr. Wang Wu has no worries if he has more debts, no more debts than himself, and no more debts than himself!
He reached out and clicked the brass ring on the door.

clang clang...

Not long after, the door opened, and a rough-looking man opened the door with vigilance in his eyes.

"What's the matter?"

This man has bright eyes, majestic facial features, a face with Chinese characters, a pair of thick eyebrows like Yan people's wings, and high bulging temples. It is obvious that his boxing practice has gone out of style.

Chen Qingyang raised his hand and said, "Chen Qingyang, please use Huo Daxia's face to come to the escort agency to beg for food."

As he spoke, he took out a letter from his arms.

Zuo Zongyuan looked at this man's hands and became more vigilant.

After receiving the letter and opening it, he saw that it was indeed Huo Yuanjia's handwriting. It explained Chen Qingyang's affairs and asked him to come and seek refuge.

I felt relieved and had a smile on my face.

"Come!"

The cold wind gusted as they entered the Escort Bureau. Several little children were humming and hahaha practicing boxing on the martial arts field. Their little faces were red, and the cold air condensed into mist in the air.

Zuo Zongyuan had a smile on his face: "They are all children from the neighborhood. Adults can't take care of them. I have nothing to do, so I teach them something. In this troubled world, if you have some strength, you can still survive."

Chen Qingyang nodded: "Yes, these are troubled times."

"This time I entered Beijing, Huo Daxia should have mentioned my status in the letter. Master Zuo, are you really not afraid of being implicated?"

"Huh? Afraid?"

Zuo Zongyuan frowned: "What is fear?"

"How does my master compare to you in what he has done?"

"I can't compare to Mr. Wang Wu."

"That's it!"

"My master is here, and the escort agency is here, and the escort agency is here, and I, Zuo Zongyuan, am here!"

"I'm here, you can live here peacefully!"

"Now that Tianjin Guard is looking for you, the capital is a good place to go. You should understand the meaning of darkness under the lamp."

He felt warm in his heart, he was worthy of being the disciple of Master Wang Wu, and he was so proud.

"Then bother!"

"I would like to ask Master Zuo to lead the way to visit Mrs. Ichiban."

"It should be."

Zuo Zongyuan took Chen Qingyang to the backyard. There was a woman wearing an ordinary cotton-padded jacket, with a weathered look on her face, as if she had experienced hardships.The cheeks are thin, but they show a bit of energy.

Chen Qingyang cupped his hands and bowed in salute: "Chen Qingyang, I have met Mrs. Wang!"

Wang Zhang stood up and helped Chen Qingyang up with a smile.

"Get up, you kid."

"Senior Wife, this is a letter from Senior Brother Huo."

Zuo Zongyuan handed the letter to Wang Zhang. Wang Zhang had a look of expectation on her face. Now there has been no news from Wang Wuye for a long time.

It is even more difficult for them to get real news in the capital. On the contrary, people outside Huo Yuanjia might be able to get a glimmer of news.

After reading the letter, there was a hint of disappointment in Wang Zhang's eyes, but it dissipated in an instant.

"It turns out that he is also a righteous man like Zhengyi. Mr. Chen is living steadily in the escort agency. Zongyuan will make arrangements as soon as necessary."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Thank you ma'am."

Before leaving Mrs. Wang's room, Zuo Zongyuan said with a smile: "Now that you are here, live well. The escort business has stopped. There are many houses. The master's wife lives in the east courtyard, and I live in the west courtyard."

"Beiyuan used to be a warehouse for storing goods. If you don't mind it, I can clean it up and you can stay here."

"How can I dislike it? I'm all alone. It's enough to have a room to avoid the cold wind."

"Haha, when you come here, treat yourself as one of your own family."

That night, Chen Qingyang stayed at the Escort Bureau, lighting an oil lamp, sitting on the bed with a samurai sword beside him, and looking at himself in the bronze mirror.

He now had a shaggy beard, thin cheeks, and his originally rather bright eyes were squinting out of habit in the cold wind in the north.

Although he is much thinner, his mental outlook is even three points better.

The cancer is half cured, and my appearance is much better. The most important thing is that I don’t need to change my playing style.

People, the way you play is actually a reflection of your character.

Having been the Taiyang for several years, he is naturally very domineering, and his style of play is usually very domineering, using force to overpower others and power to overwhelm others!

Now, with five points of recovery from his illness and unchanged playing style, Chen Qingyang is the strongest.

If we change our playing style, we can only use [-]% of our strength.

"Now that I have settled down in Beijing, I need to find out the situation in the capital as soon as possible."

"That old witch has not left the capital yet. She is most likely living in the Summer Palace. I should go and check it out in a few days."

Regardless of the decline of the Qing court, there are many warriors willing to serve the Qing court.

There is an old saying that is good.

"Learn literature and martial arts and sell them to the emperor's family."

A warrior in this era would never miss the opportunity to serve the imperial court if given the opportunity.

After all, people like Wang Wuye and Huo Yuanjia are in the minority.

Most of them are still traditional warriors and loyal to their emperor.

As for patriotism, hehe, he only loves the country he thinks he has in his heart.

Even if he is loyal to the king, he is just foolish and loyal!
After thinking clearly, the lights in the north courtyard were turned off.

I really haven't slept well these past few days. Today is peaceful and I should sleep well.

Sleep is the best tonic. If you sleep well, you will feel more energetic and refreshed.

……

In the west courtyard, Zuo Zongyuan was sitting in front of the bed, looking depressed.

He is now the only one left to support the escort agency. Others don't know the pressure, but he is very aware of it.

Nowadays, the Shunwu Escort Bureau is not only monitored by the Qing court, but also other martial arts people.

The name of Mr. Wang Wu spread all over the country, but now that Mr. Wang is gone, the signs of these people are pointing at him.

Who wouldn’t be happy to be famous in the name of Mr. Wang Wu?
In the past month, there have been quite a few provocateurs coming to the door, and even more people are trying to fish in troubled waters. Zuo Zongyuan is naturally upset.

(End of this chapter)