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"His name is Liu Yubai. He was originally a wealthy young man from Yangzhou. He became the number one scholar in martial arts at the age of seventeen. This level of achievement is unprecedented in the whole country and has never been achieved since."

"How did such a person end up like this?"

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 in decline, I bought his property at a low price. Li felt guilty, so he supported him with one silver dollar a day."

Yang Shaohou said: "Although we are warriors, we also know that soldiers and water are 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 was willing to explain the inside story to everyone, which shows that he is an upright person. The reason why he feels guilty is that he has too much kindness.

In this ridiculous era, Li Yutang is unique in being able to prosper in Hong Kong 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, some kind of change has occurred in the spirit, and the most essential things in people can be seen. Zhang Jingyun knew that Liu Yubai didn't want to die.

He was just waiting for a chance to survive and 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 of Guangdong, was also the number one scholar in martial arts. He asked the emperor for a golden bowl that was ordered to beg for food.

This is a soft meal.

However, the Ten Tigers of Guangdong are people from the previous era. For example, Huang Feihong's father, Huang Qiying, has been dead for several years. Even if Su Can is alive, he is nearly a hundred years old, his energy and blood have declined, and he no longer has the power of the past.

In the evening, we arrived at Li Yutang's house.

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

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 kilograms, which is larger than the palm of a hand. Ordinary people can only grab two or three bags with all their strength. They are not weak.

But the hands are not that big.

Until a giant-like strong man stepped forward, stretched out his hand from the top of the crowd from the two rows in front, grabbed the rice pile, and gently grabbed six bags of rice.

"Hey, why did you take so much?"

Deng Asi stopped him subconsciously.

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.

He could crush an ordinary person's head with one hand, and even Zhang Jingyun and others who were passing by were amazed. Judging from his height, he was estimated to be two meters and two meters tall.

Ordinary people passed by him, only reaching his chest. Among the bustling crowd, he stood out among the crowd, with his head on the top floor.

"Mr. Li is really a kind man."

Li Yutang said to Zhang Jingyun, "We release grain on weekdays during the holidays so that the people can live a good life for a few days, but today is different."

As he spoke, Li Yutang's face began to beam with excitement: "My son Li Chongguang has been admitted to the beautiful Yale University, and we are hosting a banquet for guests 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 hosted a banquet for guests.

After three drinks and five dishes, a person at the table suddenly stood up and pulled Li Yutang to a corner to talk. The man looked excited and said, "Sun Wen is coming!"

Li Yutang heard the name.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

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

Chen Shaobai: "..."

He is Chen Shaobai, Li Yutang's best friend. Li Yutang has been funding his revolution for many years, but Chen Shaobai wanted to recruit him.

"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 the money anymore?"

Chen Shaobai choked and said, "Of course I want money. The main thing is Mr. Sun's safety. We must ensure that he can arrive and leave safely in Hong Kong."

"Then how much do you want?"

Li Yutang now gets a headache when he hears about the revolution. His good friends are 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.

"Martial master, isn't that what you do?"

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

Li Yutang took a breath and said.

Zhang Jingyun looked at Chen Shaobai. He was thin, but he stood upright, like an ancient pine. He wore glasses and looked bookish, like a nerd, but his eyes were clear and he had pure and firm faith.

"Mr. Chen, I have heard from Jinsun 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 clasped his fists and said.

Chen Shaobai couldn't help but said: "Who are you?"

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

"Jinmen hero Huo Yuanjia?!"

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 felt like he 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?

"It was you who did that!"

Li Yutang just wants to be a quiet businessman, but for some reason, he is surrounded by either revolutionaries or rebels, which is really outrageous.

"I am over-flattered!"

Zhang Jingyun cupped his hands and said modestly.

Chen Shaobai also said: "Since Huo Daxia 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 as he spoke, 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 words come true, but Li Yutang was serious about it. Not only did he pay a lot of money, he also actively sought help from Zhang Jingyun.

………

time flies.

It’s October in the blink of an eye.

"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, Gaosheng Theater. The entrance of the large theater was cold and it was obvious that 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...

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

"Looking for my dad? Come with me."

Under the stage, a martial arts student was taking off his makeup. This man had thick eyebrows, broad eyes, and a penetrating gaze. He had a battlefield aura about him.

"Fang Tian, ​​it's really you!"

Seeing this person, Zhang Jingyun smiled.

Fang Tian, ​​the class leader of Gaosheng Theater, turned around and was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhang Jingyun, and then showed an expression of disbelief.

"Jinmen hero Huo Yuanjia!"

Zhang Jingyun and Fang Tian are old acquaintances, or in other words, they don't know each other without fighting. Of course, Fang Tian can never defeat Zhang Jingyun.

He was the one who got 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 military camp and killed Nie Shicheng. Fang Tian took over the charge of the Wuwei Army. He put aside his grudges and joined the Boxer Rebellion to fight against the coalition forces.

"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 Boxer Rebellion failed. The Qing government put all the responsibility on the Boxer Rebellion, but I advocate that the Boxer Rebellion be ordered to be peaceful."

Zhang Jingyun understood that this was becoming a scapegoat. It was clearly the Qing court that was wavering, but in the end it was the generals who had made meritorious service in the war of resistance and became wanted criminals.

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

Fang Tian pointed at the others: "Look, Master Huo, these veterans have shed their lives and blood, and now they are being stigmatized as rebels. How can they reason with you!"

"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 anyone you can't protect?"

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

Fang Tian stood up and said, "We must protect the people the Qing court wants to kill. Mr. Huo, we more than thirty veterans will 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.

To say he is a strong man is not accurate.

Because even Zhang Jingyun, who is 1.85 meters tall, has to raise his head to talk to him when standing in front of him. He is too tall. He is 2.2 meters tall with shoes on!

"Wang Fuming, this is a great 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, and then continued south to Hong Kong. When he went further south, he fell into the sea, so he settled in Hong Kong.

"You're looking for me?"

Wang Fuming lowered his head and looked at Zhang Jingyun.

With his size and Shaolin Kung Fu, he would definitely be a brave general even in ancient times. It's a pity that he met the Qing Dynasty at the wrong time.

"Would you like to help me protect myself?"

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

At this time, I have to mention the importance of reputation. In Water Margin, when Song Jiang and others announced their names, some people immediately bowed their heads and worshiped them.

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 cupped his fists and said, "I am Huo Yuanjia, courtesy name 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 spoke, he patted the stone bench next to him. The next second, there was a click, and the stone bench, which was more than ten centimeters thick, was snapped 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 wore heavy armor, his force value could even soar to the point of Liu Yubai's final battle. He was truly a fierce general.

"I have no money!"

Zhang Jingyun smiled: "Go find Li Yutang."

Soon, Li Yutang looked at the stupid big man in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Not long ago, he had just given a large sum of money to the veterans of Gaosheng Theater.

One hundred silver dollars per person, settlement allowance.

Now a big man came and wanted a suit of armor. He went all over Hong Kong's blacksmith shops and worked tirelessly to finally find a master who was willing to make armor.

When I got home, my butt was still hot from sitting.

Li Yutang received news from Zhang Jingyun that he had to pay again. This time he paid more, tens of thousands of silver dollars, and even he felt heartache.

"Spending money is like running water!"

While Li Yutang was paying for it, he said that Chen Shaobai was careless in making friends, and that was all. The newcomer Zhang Jingyun could spend more money than him.

"Hey, this iron fan..."

When Li Yutang used the money to redeem the designated items, he suddenly understood that the black gold iron fan redeemed from the pawn shop was the heirloom of Liu Yubai, the top scholar in the 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's clothes were in tatters, his hair was messy, and he had no energy at all.

He took out the black gold iron fan.

Liu Yubai opened his eyes, picked up the iron fan passed 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 washed his body and transformed back into the old Yangzhou noble son, who was rich and handsome, could defeat the enemy, and became the number one scholar in martial arts at the age of 17.

………

The night of October 14th.

On the eve of Mr. Sun's arrival in Hong Kong, everyone gathered at Li Mansion. Chen Shaobai personally cooked wine and tea, while Li Yutang presented peace charms to everyone.

"One for each person, for safety."

Zhang Jingyun and others also each received a peace talisman, including the nine great masters of the northern martial arts world, dozens of veterans, a former monk, and a former beggar.

This is the final team.

Everyone was drinking and eating meat, and everyone was silent, as if they were going to the execution ground the next day. The atmosphere in the place was terrifyingly quiet.

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

The coachman Deng Asi said: "Don't leave. I will get married tomorrow. You have to come and drink my wedding wine."

Wang Fuming said simply: "Okay!"

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 accept it with good intentions. It's just that after tomorrow, we will go back to Jinmen. We are young and frivolous, and fallen leaves are returning to their roots."

"Master Liu, what about you?"

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

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

"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 he drank seemed to be a guillotine, and he was raising flags wildly, which actually made him feel a lot of pressure.

The morning of October 15th.

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 13 provinces of the Tongmenghui to discuss the uprising and other matters.

Among them, in order to allow Mr. Sun to attend meetings with peace of mind, after he leaves Furen Literary Society, a stand-in will be arranged 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.

If Zhang Jingyun hadn't been there, Liu Yubai would have been the one to resist hundreds of Qing assassins in front of the Sun Mansion, and he would have to delay for at least fifteen minutes.

Queen Street.

Many shops were bought half a month ago, and the shops were not opened at all after they were bought. It was probably to hide the Qing assassins today.

drop! drop!

As the ship's whistle sounded.

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

But the next second.

Boom!

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.

Wails and screams echoed miserably over Hong Kong Island, flames spread, and hot air waves rolled around the clothes of hundreds of Qing assassins.

Zhang Jingyun walked on Queen Street.

The color of blood blurred before my eyes.

All dead.

How tragic!

Looking around, there are 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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