The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Fifth brother is not dead?"

When Feng Ji heard this, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

Zhao Jian was stunned: "Who said he was dead?"

Feng Ji waved his hand and just asked: "What is he doing in the capital? Why doesn't he stay in Jinmen to develop?"

Zhao Jiandao: "I heard from Yan Si that Wang Wu came back with a noble person this time. It is said that he was invited to Beijing by this person."

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows: "Who is this noble person?"

"I don't know much about this. It's not convenient for me to inquire about other people's personal connections."

Feng Ji's mind moved slightly and he already had a guess.

"In this way, I will go to the capital in the next few days to meet with Fifth Brother."

"I'll go with you."

"what are you going to do?"

Zhao Jian laughed: "It's really boring to stay in Jinmen for a long time. It's interesting to follow you out to explore. I heard that there are countless masters in the capital, and the four mountains in the capital are all very famous. I want to go and see how you deal with them. "

Feng Ji laughed dumbly: "I went to meet friends, not to compete in martial arts."

"Hahaha, I don't believe it."

"In the past, when you were in Shandong, you made a name for yourself as Heng Lian Iron Fist. When you came to Jinmen, you swept the Jinmen boxing gym. You went to Guangzhou, and there was a revolution in Guangzhou."

"I can tell. Where are you going? There must be something going on there."

Feng Ji laughed: "You know something is going on, but you still dare to rush forward?"

"With you here, what should I be afraid of?"

Feng Ji suddenly laughed.

After staying in Tianjin for another half month, Feng Ji took Zhao Jian and rushed to the capital.

Jinmen is very close to the capital. At this time, there is a train. Although it is not fast, it is much faster than riding a horse and taking a boat. The whole journey can be reached in more than three hours.

Feng Ji and Zhao Jian were sitting on the train, looking at the train full of people from the Qing Dynasty, feeling a sense of confusion in time and space.

Zhao Jian was lying on the train window, vomiting wildly. This guy actually got motion sickness.

Feng Ji smiled and said: "I told you not to come, but you came anyway."

Zhao Jian's face turned pale, he took a sip of water and said, "If I had known that this foreign train was so torturous, I might as well have ridden a horse."

Feng Ji smiled and said: "When will we arrive in the capital on horseback? Okay, it's better to get familiar with the train earlier. In the future, fighting with foreigners will be commonplace by taking the train."

"Will we fight again? Didn't the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1899 just happen? If we continue to fight, the people will really starve to death." Zhao Jian couldn't help but say.

Feng Ji sighed: "Precisely because the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1894 was just fought, Japan reaped huge benefits from here. How can foreigners not be jealous?"

"The Qing government is weak and can be bullied. It has been defeated again and again. Now it is a fat sheep in the eyes of foreigners. Everyone wants to take a bite."

Zhao Jian's face was gloomy and he couldn't help but cursed: "Fuck, you damn foreign devil!"

After a while, he couldn't help but cursed: "The imperial court is full of fucking eggs. Even if you beat the Japanese, you will lose."

Feng Ji shook his head: "Are Deng Shichang and the others eggy? They all risked their lives to kill the Japanese."

"Of course Deng Shichang is not Eggy, he is a great hero, but it's a pity that he still lost." Zhao Jian sighed.

"So, it's just Eggy who makes the decision." Feng Ji smiled.

"well said!"

While Feng Ji was chatting with Zhao Jian, he suddenly heard a cheer from someone in the back row.

Feng Ji and Zhao Jian couldn't help but look at each other.

But I saw two masters and servants sitting in the back row. The man was about thirty, tall and tall. He seemed to have practiced kung fu for several years.

But unlike ordinary warriors, he still has a scholarly aura about him, and the weapons between his brows are impressive.

Next to him is a servant with beautiful appearance and fair skin.

With just one glance, Feng Ji could tell that this servant was not a man, but a beautiful lady with a beautiful face, dressed as a manservant for some reason.

But when the male host got up and came to the opposite side of Feng Ji, he cupped his fists towards Feng Ji and said with a smile, "I'm Tan Sitong, I've met you two, so I just took the liberty."

Feng Ji suddenly raised his eyebrows. This name was too familiar to him.

"Are you Tan Sitong?"

Tan Sitong smiled and said, "Have you ever heard of me?"

Feng Ji smiled: "Representative of the reformists, Kang Youwei's proud disciple."

When Tan Sitong heard this, he couldn't help but smile: "I don't dare to take it seriously. May I ask your surname?"

"Jinmen Feng Ji."

"Zhao Jian of Jinmen."

Feng Ji and Zhao Jian hugged each other.

Tan Sitong and Zilaishu came face to face with Feng Ji.

The servant took a step ahead and helped him clear the seat. He stood aside and said with a smile, "Master, please sit down."

Tan Sitong sat down with a smile and said, "I just listened to Brother Feng's talk. He seems to have some opinions on the current situation. I wonder if we can have a chat?"

Feng Ji smiled: "It's just nonsense. We brothers laughed and laughed at Brother Tan."

"Hey, the world's affairs should be discussed by the people of the world. Why not? Jiu Jin, go and ask for a pot of wine."

"Yes, Master."

Tan Sitong gave the order and the servant, whose name was Jiu Jin, immediately ran to buy wine.

"Brother Feng is going to the capital?"

"good."

"I have quite a lot of connections in the capital. If Brother Feng wants to go to the capital for business, I might be able to help him."

Feng Ji smiled: "Brother Tan, why are you so enthusiastic?"

"There are not many knowledgeable people in the world. Now is a critical moment for the rise and fall of the country. The people of the country should unite."

"Master, the wine is here."

Jiujin ran over with a jug of wine and four cups in a smart way.

Tan Sitong personally poured a drink for Feng Ji and Zhao Jian, and then called Jiu Jin and said, "Jiu Jin, sit down too."

Jiu Jin seemed to be no ordinary servant. Hearing this, he sat aside laughing and said, "Master, let me pour you some wine."

Tan Sitong raised his wine glass and said, "Brother Feng and Brother Zhao, it is fate to meet you two today. Tan Mou respects you both."

Zhao Jian seemed to like Tan Sitong quite a lot and said: "A good drinker. Brother Tan is so heroic. Thank you very much."

He drank it all in one gulp and laughed loudly, showing off his reckless attitude.

Tan Sitong also smiled and turned to look at Feng Ji.

Feng Ji smiled, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good drinker!" Tan Sitong laughed.

Jiu Jin took the opportunity to flatter him and said, "You two look like heroes at first glance. As the saying goes, good wine matches a hero, and a good man makes a good man. It is really a great joy to be able to drink with these two heroes today."

Tan Sitong laughed: "You are the best at talking."

Feng Ji also smiled and had a good impression of Tan Sitong.

This man is not only a national hero, but also has the bold spirit of a man in the world.

Unlike court officials, they have complex thoughts and deep palaces.

After a glass of wine, the two parties became familiar with each other.

Tan Sitong smiled and said: "Brother Feng, what you just said seems to have a lot of insights into the current situation? I wonder how Brother Feng thinks we should deal with the current situation?"

Feng Ji smiled: "How to deal with yourself? Do you want to listen to the truth, or do you want to tell lies?"

"The most important thing in making friends is heart-to-heart communication, so of course you have to listen to the truth."

"Okay, then let me tell you the truth. The Qing Dynasty is gone. The sun sets over the mountains and the country will surely perish sooner or later."

Just one sentence changed Tan Sitong's expression instantly.

Zhao Jian also choked on a mouthful of wine and coughed. He quickly wiped his mouth and whispered: "Master Feng, you cannot say this."

Feng Ji smiled: "Look, if I tell the truth, you don't dare to listen. It's better not to tell."

Tan Sitong's face darkened slightly and he said, "Brother Feng, this is totally rebellious and unethical."

Feng Ji smiled and asked, "Why are you so rebellious?"

"You and I are both citizens of the Qing Dynasty. Such nonsense is not treason, what is it?"

Feng Ji laughed: "If I were Japanese and said these words, would you think it was treasonous?"

Tan Sitong frowned, not knowing why.

"What you call rebellious is because you regard yourself as a minister of the Qing government. But is this world the Manchu world?"

"Is not it?"

"It's a joke. Since ancient times, the world has been the world of the common people."

"He broke into the Central Plains from outside the customs and stole the power of the Central Plains. He is really a thief."

"At present, the Qing government has lost power and humiliated the country, but it does not want to make progress, but only pursues pleasure."

"The Boxer uprising in the north and the rebellion in various parts of the south, can't Brother Tan see it?"

"The people of this world no longer want to be the subjects of this wasteful Qing Dynasty."

Tan Sitong's expression changed drastically, and his eyes widened in shock at Feng Ji's shocking remarks.

"You... you... you are a gangster?"

he asked subconsciously.

Feng Ji smiled: "Brother Tan, do you regret drinking with me?"

Tan Sitong remained silent, just stood up and turned to leave.

Feng Ji said calmly: "Brother Tan, you are really stupid to put your so-called hope in the Qing court's self-reform."

"Do you know that the Qing court no longer has the final say in this world?"

"Even if the Qing court has the final say, it's not the one you support who has the final say."

"Your reforms and reforms are doomed to fail."

Tan Sitong paused and said in a cold tone: "The Qing Dynasty is still orthodox. All the scholars and knowledgeable people in the world are favored by the emperor. How can we be disloyal to the emperor?"

"You are eating the emperor's salary and don't want to repay the emperor. How can you have the face to comment on our actions here?"

Feng Ji couldn't help but smile: "Eating the emperor's salary? I'm not an official, and I'm not a scholar. How can I eat the emperor's salary?"

"Scholars, farmers, businessmen, no matter who you are, only when the world is stable can the people live. If it weren't for the imperial court, how could you have enough to eat?"

Feng Ji smiled: "That's nonsense. You are also a scholar. The change of dynasties has happened since ancient times. You have also been abroad. You know that the imperial power is just a cover for the ruler to fool the people."

"Even your so-called loyalty to the king and father is just a Confucian rhetoric used to rule people's hearts."

"You should know that this world belongs to the people, and the people have the final say in everything."

"Yan Fu said it right. You need to open your eyes to see the world. If you don't understand, it means you haven't seen enough or deeply enough."

"Brother Tan, listen to my advice. The Qing Dynasty is hopeless. Waiting for reforms will only lead to death."

"If you have time, go to Guangzhou for a walk. There is a way to save the country there."

Tan Sitong turned his head and took a deep look at Feng Ji: "We have different paths and we don't want to work together. Let's take our leave."

Feng Ji didn't take it seriously and waved his hand with a smile.

Jiu Jin was stunned. It was the first time he saw someone dare to argue with the young master like this. The young master was speechless.

Tan Sitong shouted: "Nine pounds! Still not leaving?"

"Huh? Oh oh."

Jiu Jin quickly stood up and followed Tan Sitong.

Watching the two of them leave, Zhao Jian scratched his head and couldn't help but said: "I think this guy is pretty good. Why did you guys break up without even having a few words to talk?"

Feng Ji turned to look at Zhao Jian and said with a smile: "He wants me to work for the Qing court. Do you think it's possible?"

Zhao Jian immediately shook his head: "That's definitely not possible. There are no good people in the court. They are a bunch of incompetent people. It's not enough for you to command them."

Feng Ji laughed. Sure enough, if a scholar reads too much, his mind will be enslaved by Confucian thinking.

This kind of warrior is still more malleable.

Feng Ji understood that in this era, unless they are scholars who have truly gone abroad and seen the world, most scholars still have the idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor and patriotism.

It is a pity that they are patriotic and love the Qing Dynasty rather than China.

If they cannot distinguish this point, they are doomed to be in vain.

In the late Qing Dynasty, they were not worthy of their allegiance.

The Manchu Qing didn't care how foreigners oppressed the people and insulted China, even if they ceded land and paid compensation, it didn't matter.

They care more about their dominance.

The foreigners just want money and territory, but they will not let them lose the throne.

They can still dominate the heads of hundreds of millions of people, be emperors for generations, and their descendants can still enjoy glory and wealth.

Once you understand this, and then look at the government's series of actions that undermine power and humiliate the country, you will understand the intentions of those in power.

Therefore, no matter how humiliated the people are, no matter how passionate they are, they can only hold back as long as the Qing government is in power.

Unfortunately, except for the Southern Revolutionary Party, it is difficult for others to see this clearly.

Even the White Lotus Sect and the Boxers all acted under the slogan of supporting the Qing Dynasty and destroying foreign countries.

It is simply a joke, supporting the Qing Dynasty to destroy the foreign countries... This Qing Dynasty is just Adou who cannot be supported.

Feng Ji looked at the trees outside the window and quickly retreated. He chuckled and ignored them.

…

After getting off the bus at Majiapu, Feng Ji and his two men mounted their horses and rode all the way to the city.

People coming and going in the capital are far more lively than other places.

There are no street fights here, no gangs running rampant, and protection fees collected in broad daylight.

There were many foreign businesses going to and from the shops, and there were also many red-haired ghosts sitting on sedan chairs, pointing at the people of the capital, and making laughter from time to time.

That look reminded Feng Ji of the tourists who went to the zoo in his previous life.

In the eyes of these foreigners, the Qing Dynasty people in front of them were like animals.

Women in the capital are generally more beautiful than women in other places. This may be because there are many noble people at the foot of the capital, and the women have enough to eat and don't have to work, so they have better fertility.

As for the man, he is still not tall, but his energy and energy seem to be much better than elsewhere.

The eyes of the traffickers and lackeys shone with the shrewdness of the philistine, unlike the people in Guangzhou, whose faces were numb.

Feng Ji and Zhao Jian inquired all the way, and finally found the Qiangwu Association established by Wang Wu in the afternoon.

What surprised Feng Ji was that the location of Wang Wu's strong martial arts meeting was not remote, and the faint sound of martial arts training could be heard from inside.

Zhao Jian couldn't help but laugh and said: "It seems that Yan Si and the others have done a good job. Look at this lintel, it is exactly the same as the Qiangwu Association in Jinmen."

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Go in and have a look."

Zhao Jian knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened, and he saw a short boy sticking out his head and looking at the two of them.

The young man's face was childish, but his tone was very sophisticated. He asked, "Are you two going to learn boxing from your master?"

Zhao Jian laughed loudly: "What kind of boxing do you want to learn? I can teach you how to box."

The young man's expression suddenly changed: "Are you here to play in the gym?"

Zhao Jian laughed again: "Haha, let's go and ask Yan Si and Yuan Fu to come out and say Zhao Jian is here!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Are you from Jinmen?"

He had obviously heard of Zhao Jian, otherwise he wouldn't be so happy.

Zhao Jian laughed loudly: "Do you know me?"

"Hehe, Fourth Brother Yan said that among all the boxing schools in Jinmen, Zhao Family Boxing is second to none. I heard that the president once defeated Huo Family Boxing with Zhao Family Boxing. My master was full of praise. You are the Zhao Family Boxing. Master Zhao of boxing?"

Zhao Jian laughed triumphantly at the young man's words: "Hahaha, it's me, boy, you can talk, why don't you invite us in quickly?"

The young man hurriedly opened the door and welcomed the two people in. At the same time, he looked at Feng Ji and secretly marveled at how tall this man was.

He couldn't help but ask: "Which master are you? Are you also from Zhao Family Boxing?"

Feng Ji smiled and said: "I am the president who defeated Huo Yuanjia in your mouth."

"What!"

The young man was suddenly shocked and opened his mouth in disbelief: "You...you are the president?"

"Replacement guaranteed."

"Wow - Master! Master! The president is here, the president is here!"

The boy suddenly screamed in surprise, turned around and ran towards the yard, yelling inside.

Following his shout, many people suddenly stopped practicing martial arts and turned to look at the door.

Wang Wu also quickly stopped and turned around, his expression full of surprise.

"Little brother Feng!"

Yan Si and Wang Yuanfu were also there, and they couldn't help but be greatly surprised when they saw Feng Ji and Zhao Jian.

"Zhao Jian!"

"President!"

"Why are you here!"

"Good guys, when you came to the capital, why didn't you notify us in advance so that we could pick you up?"

Several men came over excitedly, and when they met, they punched each other hard.

When they arrived in front of Feng Ji, everyone was very respectful and said hello with fists in their hands.

Feng Ji returned the greeting with a smile and said, "I haven't seen you for a few months. You all are in good spirits."

He looked at Wang Wu and said with a smile: "Brother Wu, you make it easy for me to find you."

Wang Wu was stunned: "How can you say this?"

"I went to Guangzhou, and then I found out that you actually went to Liaodong. The brothers in the Blade Team there thought you were sacrificed, and they made me cry a lot. If you don't treat me to a drink today, I will definitely not forgive you."

Wang Wu's expression suddenly became complicated, and he smiled bitterly: "Big Sword Team... How are you guys from Guangzhou?"

"Everyone is fine. I just miss you very much. Everyone thought you were already..."

"Oh, I don't have the face to see them. None of the brothers I took away came back with me, but I am still alive..."

Wang Wu's eyes turned red, feeling extremely self-blame and regret.

Feng Ji patted him on the shoulder: "Isn't it good to be alive? Fifth brother, stay useful and kill a few more Japanese dogs so that you can comfort your dead brothers, right?"

When Wang Wu heard this, his eyes suddenly showed a sharp look: "You are right, so I am back!"

"I, Wang Wu, just want to keep this skill, kill more Japanese, avenge those brothers, and find a way out for the people!"

Speaking of this, his ambition was revived and he said: "Brother, I have met many knowledgeable people this time. They are all people who do great things. If I can contribute to it, the brothers who died will also be able to do great things." I can rest in peace."

Feng Ji laughed: "Fifth brother, you have a new person and have forgotten the old one. How come you have made new friends and then forgot about me?"

Wang Wu couldn't help crying or laughing: "What are you saying? I'm treating you tonight, and you won't come home until you're drunk!"

Everyone immediately cheered and rejoiced, but at this moment, laughter suddenly came from the door.

"Fifth Master, do you have something to drink? Why don't you call me and Young Master?"