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Chapter 57 Nalan Yuanshu
Huang Shaohong and the Thirteenth Aunt who heard the news whispered a few words, and told him not to go out in the inn with Liang Kuan and Ya Casu, and secretly handed over two revolvers to Ya Casu for him to protect. Only then did Yan Zhendong follow those officers and soldiers to the admiral's office.

When we arrived at the Admiral's Yamen, it was already evening, and the sky was dark and gloomy. Lanterns had already been installed in front of the Yamen's gate to illuminate it like daytime. Huang Shaohong and the two were led by the captain of the Qing army to enter through the corner gate, and went straight to the back hall of the Admiral's Yamen. .

From a distance, in the courtyard behind, there was the sound of 'huhu' strong wind. The muffled sound of the wind should be someone practicing weapons such as sticks.

Yan Zhendong's eyes were fixed, and he said to Huang Shaohong in a low voice: "Listening to the wind, the stick must weigh thirty catties, and the person dancing the stick should be a master!"

Huang Shaohong thought of the plot in the movie, and shook his head noncommittally. Yan Zhendong was taken aback when he was brought to the courtyard in the back hall. It was not a stick, but a cloth stick.

The so-called cloth stick is to soak the cloth in water, roll it into a stick shape, and dance it twists and turns, making it difficult for people to guard against. However, those who can use the cloth stick must not only master the skills, but also must be a first-class martial arts expert to do it.

And the person in front of him could make the sound of strong wind with an iron rod with only a cloth stick, which made Yan Zhendong and other experts make mistakes in his judgment. One can imagine how powerful the other party's martial arts are.

The captain of the Qing army saw that the admiral was practicing martial arts, so he asked Huang Shaohong and the two to wait at the side for a while, they both nodded, they were both good martial artists, so they were happy to stand aside and watch the admiral dance the stick in the courtyard.

Huang Shaohong saw that the admiral looked like a young universe pill, and also guessed that this person should be the newly appointed admiral of Guangdong, Nalan Yuanshu. Seeing that he was about twenty years old, although he was not very old, he had his own personality all over his body. shares prestige.

The cloth stick was in his hand, the strength pierced through the tip of the stick, and the strong wind pierced through the air as it flew up and down. Huang Shaohong and Yan Zhendong heard the 'huhu' strong wind before, it was the cloth stick of the admiral. It came out, and he danced the stick here, and the sound could penetrate to the front hall, which shows how strong the stick is!
There are more than a dozen wooden stakes wrapped with grass ropes in the yard, each of which is as tall as a person. These are the plum blossom stakes of the northern school. They are used for hitting when practicing martial arts, and you can also jump on the wooden stakes to exercise your legs and body skills. .

At this time, Nalan Yuanshu seemed to see someone coming, and the cloth stick in his hand danced more and more anxiously, and the sound of the stick shadow was like a gust of wind and rain, and finally he shook suddenly, and the cloth stick shot out like a gun with a 'duh' sound With a sound, it was stabbing into a wooden stake not far away.

The wooden stake couldn't bear the force of the cloth stick and exploded from the middle with a 'boom', breaking into two pieces.

"Good work!"

Yan Zhendong is a martial idiot, seeing the power of the opponent's stick, he couldn't help but praise him.

"Ok?"

Nalan Yuanshu glanced sideways, he didn't need to ask, the captain of the Qing army hurried forward, pointed at Yan Zhendong and said, "My lord, this is Huang Feihong from Foshan Baozhilin!"

Nalan Yuanshu raised his eyebrows: "Grandmaster of Southern Fist? Let's fight!"

After he finished speaking, he did not give Huang Shaohong and Huang Shaohong a chance to speak, and quickly walked to the weapon rack beside the yard, reached out and took a wooden stick, and with a flick of his wrist, the wooden stick shot out like a javelin, flying towards Yan Zhendong shot to.

And Nalan Yuanshu already took the stick in his hand, shook out a stick flower, and was about to compete with Yan Zhendong.

Unexpectedly, Lao Yan did not take an unusual path, seeing Nalan Yuanshu throwing a stick, he didn't intend to reach out to catch it, and immediately shook his arms, and rushed forward with his chest straight: "Look at my iron shirt! "

The head of the stick hit his chest, and there was a crackling sound from his hard qigong, and the long stick shattered inch by inch.

Nalan Yuanshu was also stunned, feeling that something was wrong, he put his stick back and stood there wondering, "Why does Huang Feihong have a Shandong accent?"

Huang Shaohong laughed secretly because his stomach hurt, so he had to stand up and clasped his fists and said, "My lord, next is Foshan Huang Feihong, this one is my teacher from Baozhilin, Shandong Tiebushan Yan Zhendong, I don't know if you call me Come here for advice!"

Nalan Yuanshu nodded, but still did not show a good face:
"Huang Feihong, do you know how much trouble I have caused? When you came to the provincial capital, you first had conflicts with the White Lotus Sect, fighting with weapons in the street, and then you were sought revenge at the International Medical Association, and many foreign doctors were implicated and killed on the spot. The officer is now asking you, are you guilty?"

Huang Shaohong said neither humble nor overbearing:
"I didn't expect the law and order in the provincial capital to be so chaotic. The White Lotus Sect gathered a crowd to make trouble and hurt people in public, and there was no government to take care of it. As the head coach of the Foshan militia, I have always had the heart to protect the land and the people. Naturally, I can't just sit by and watch , how can you say you are guilty."

"Bold, are you pointing out that this official is not good at doing things?"

Nalan Yuanshu twitched his eyes, the security of the provincial capital was within the scope of his duties, and he also intentionally condoned the White Lotus Sect, so now that he was reprimanded face to face, he naturally felt embarrassed.

"Don't dare, I'm just talking about the facts!"

Nalan Yuanshu laughed angrily: "Okay, let me see how capable you, Huang Feihong, the chief coach of the militia, are, you talk about protecting the land and the people!"

"Take the stick!" As he spoke, he shook his hand, and threw the wooden stick to Huang Shaohong as before, while he himself picked up the cloth stick that he had just put down in his hand, and after swiping it around, he lifted the stick one by one , and then turned into a knife and ax to chop down.

Huang Shaohong is waiting for this opportunity to fight Nalan Yuanshu. As long as he is defeated, he can go to the capital, defeat Guijiaoqi, kill the old witch, massacre the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, and complete the trial tasks issued by the system. The ontology is logged in'.

That's physical body time travel, every time Huang Shaohong thinks about it, he can't wait.

He stretched out his hand to grab the long stick thrown in front of him by Nalan Yuanshu, and suddenly felt a strong force coming from the stick. He shook his hand, and all the power carried on the stick was forcibly dissipated by him, but he was also surprised by this A bannerman military officer has great strength.

Before he could think about it, a strong wind blew through the air, and Nalan Yuanshu's cloth stick fell on his head.

Huang Shaohong knew that the characteristic of the cloth stick was that it was straight and straight, as long as he blocked it, the cloth stick would definitely bend and smash down. In Nalan Yuanshu's hands, this cloth stick was undoubtedly as powerful as an iron stick. The end result is almost the same as the wooden stake that was blown up before.

So he didn't dare to act forcefully, and wanted to retreat, but there was a high wall a few steps behind, and Yan Zhendong and the captain of the Qing army stood on each side, so there was no room for maneuver.

Huang Shaohong gritted his teeth, instead of retreating, he moved forward, and shook the stick in both hands, the 'flapping edge' stick was like a dragon swimming in the sea, it turned into a long spear, and stabbed Nalan Yuanshu's throat.

With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the stick has already reached Nalan Yuanshu's throat. As long as this guy has not practiced Lao Yan's invulnerability skills, if he continues to smash down with the cloth stick, he will Died before Huang Shaohong.

Nalan Yuanshu was a member of the first rank, and he was not yet ready to confront the quack doctor. With a flash, the kite turned over to avoid the attack, and at the same time, he swung his cloth stick, walking away like a big python,'huhu Hu' spun around and entangled Huang Shaohong.

(End of this chapter)