"May I have your name?"

Li Xiake walked up to the man who was performing arts and asked softly: "What kind of kung fu are you practicing?"

The middle-aged man who had just gotten up with a copper coin was stunned when he heard this. When he looked up and saw the tall and majestic Li Xiake, he was startled and bowed, "I am Yan Zhendong, Shandong Iron Shirt, and I practice family kung fu! I wonder what advice is this brother?"

Li Xiake nodded: "So it's Master Yan, I am Li Xiake. Can we talk with you after a step?"

In the world where Huang Feihong is located, martial arts declined, cold weapons were gradually replaced by hot weapons, and warriors entered a declining era. In the past, when a big gun and a big sword broke into the world, it no longer existed.

Many people who have practiced martial arts for their whole life suddenly discovered one day that their kung fu that was so vulnerable to firearms when they were traveling around the world. The national skills passed down by our ancestors who have been practicing hard for many years are not as good as a small bullet.

And in this world, the most representative tragic figure is Yan Zhendong, the successor of Shandong Iron Shirt.

Yan Zhendong, a man with good martial arts, may have been unable to stay in Shandong, so he came to the south to seek life. At this time, the disasters were the Central Plains. There were particularly many disasters in Shandong, with frequent famines, droughts, floods and locust plagues, and ordinary people were unable to survive. Many people began to flee, and some were wanted for killing officials and rebelling, so they had to escape to the south. Shandong has been making a fuss since ancient times, and countless cruel people have fled from Shandong to Guangdong and Guangxi in all dynasties.

However, Yan Zhendong should not be a Xiangma. After he arrived in Foshan, he had to perform on the streets in order to survive. Even when he was so hungry that he did not have the idea of ​​doing anything evil.

This person is the only person in the entire Huang Feihong series who is comparable to Huang Feihong's martial arts cultivation. Although Huang Feihong is partly higher than Yan Zhendong's kung fu, it is still limited. Judging from the entire series of movies, Yan Zhendong should be one of the most powerful villains. I am afraid that only one of the Qing Dynasty's Nalan Yuanshu can compete with him.

But such a person lives a hungry and cold life in Foshan. According to his ability, as long as he does something illegal and illegal, he will never have to worry about food and drink, but he never did this. Until the end, he was so hungry that he couldn't hold on, so he thought about opening a martial arts hall in Foshan, and became the master of the Shahe Gang, in order to open a martial arts hall and have a meal.

In order not to starve, Yan Zhendong chose to turn a blind eye to the Shahe Gang's evil deeds, and did not interfere, but did not stop him. Only at this point did he truly become a villain.

This person was originally a law-abiding person, and was forced by the environment and became an accomplice of the criminal step by step. He can be said to be a tragic figure.

If modern people were placed in his position and experienced his experience, they might not be much better than him.

At this time, Yan Zhendong looked at Li Xiake in front of him, his eyes showed a look of surprise and doubt, and asked, "Li Xiake? Brother Li, what are you doing? I, a martial arts practitioner, can't do anything except putting my strength."

Li Xiake smiled and said, "I think Master Yan is a person with real skills. If you have this ability, why not kill bandits and be chivalrous and righteous? Why do you have to work so hard to survive on the streets?"

Yan Zhendong looked at Li Xiake with a vigilant look: "I am a duty person, not a robber! Punishing bandits and hooligans is the government's business, and it has nothing to do with me. I don't want to care about it, nor can I control it!"

Li Xiake smiled and said, "No matter how you care, how come you know you can't control it?"

He took out a big ocean from his pocket and threw it to Yan Zhendong: "Master Yan, I live in Baozhilin now. In a few days, I will be planning to kill a group of bandits and bullies to sacrifice my sword. At that time, I will set up a gang that will not allow the people to be bullied, and use the sword to fight for the world and stand up for something wrong, and then I will live up to what I have learned."

Seeing Yan Zhendong taking Dayang, Li Xiake immediately turned around and left: "Master Yan, if you are interested in participating, you can go to Baozhilin to find me."

Yan Zhendong held the ocean in his hand tightly and shouted: "I will not join your gang. My Shandong Yan family will not be a loud horse again in my generation!"

Li Xiake laughed loudly when he heard this: "If you don't do a loud horse, can you not do a hero either? Master Yan, have you never thought of being a hero for so many years?"

Yan Zhendong: "Being a hero is going to break the law!"

Li Xiake said: "It's illegal? Look around. How many people who show off their power are not illegal?"

Seeing Li Xiake leaving behind his hands, Yan Zhendong looked at the handful of ocean holding his hands, and his expression changed constantly.

He knew clearly in his heart that if he collected the money himself, he would definitely have something to do with this weird guy named Li Xiake, but he would be reluctant to let him throw it away.

After so many days in Foshan, he had never even had a full meal. He was hungry and cold, and he didn't even have a place to live. Although Foshan was big, there was no place to stand. Now he dreamed of making money and making money. He had a bite of hot soup and hot dishes, but this wish had never been realized for so many days.

Now this handful of ocean is in his hand, feeling the heavy and cold texture of the silver coin, a feeling of peace that he had never felt before, suddenly rose in Yan Zhendong's heart. At this time, for him, if he had money, he would have everything! He held this handful of ocean in his hand, as if he was protecting his last dignity, and would never be lost again.

At this time, people came and went on the streets, and the noise was constant. The laughter in the brothels nearby floated from the high places, mixed with waves of desolate sounds. A few foreigners holding the Bible in the distance sang "Hallelujah" while walking, while a group of Chinese singers in the teahouse not far away were eager to suppress the voices of foreign missionaries.

The screams and scolding sounded from far to near from the shops not far away. A group of men with open chests and exposed arms rushed into various shops to collect protection fees. The sounds of shouting and scolding, begging for mercy, and smashing the benches one after another. Then the group of men walked by Yan Zhendong in a box holding a large ocean.

Seeing Yan Zhendong looking at them without blinking, a gang member felt unhappy and shouted, "What are you looking at? Look again, blow your eyes!"

As he spoke, his eyes inadvertently saw the ocean in Yan Zhendong's hand. He was shocked and happy and lit up, and shouted: "What are you holding in your hand? Did you steal something from us?"

Yan Zhendong said: "This is a big ocean for me. How could it be that I stole you?"

Hearing the three words "appearing oceans", the rest of the gang members who had walked a few steps away turned around at the same time and looked at Yan Zhendong with bright eyes.

At this time, the purchasing power of the ocean is very high. You can buy three rural girls if you have ten dollars. Some poor families spend less than ten oceans a year.
Chapter completed!