"Read the newspaper, read the newspaper! Mr. Fei Jingting, who wrote "The Eight Parts of the Dragon", fought a Japanese ronin in the purple bamboo forest arena, killing one and injuring another. Mr. Fei's national skills are unparalleled!"
"Read the newspaper, read the newspaper! Mr. Fei will fight to the death, injure the Japanese prodigal, and show off the prestige of our country!"
Early in the morning, there were newsboys carrying a bag and walking around the streets hawking. Pedestrians stopped one after another, and the literate ones bought them and read them in the street. When they read the exciting parts, they attracted a lot of cheers from the people who were reading the newspapers.
"Okay! This Mr. Fei is amazing, he can kill a Japanese with one punch!"
"I read that what was said in the newspaper is correct. This Mr. Fei is definitely a master of Chinese martial arts who hides his secrets."
"It's hard to say now. In more than ten years, it's hard to say that he will be another Sun Lutang."
At this time, there was another newsboy hawking.
"Read the newspaper, read the newspaper! The Japanese say death, and the injured Ronin cannot represent Japanese martial arts. Today, five Japanese martial arts masters were selected to fight Mr. Fei again in Zizhu Forest!"
"Read the newspaper! The Japanese are cheating and refusing to admit defeat. Today they are going to regain their position and ask Mr. Fei to fight again!"
The crowd roared loudly, and those with a bad temper couldn't help but curse: "What the hell! These days are so shameless. People were beaten to death by Mr. Fei, and now they don't admit it. They even sent five people on horseback.
Do you want to lose face if you come alone to fight in a carousel?"
"That's right! I think this guy has bad intentions. He might be up to some dirty tricks then."
"Everyone, this matter concerns China's face. We can't go to the ring. All we can do is rush over and cheer for Mr. Fei!"
"Well said, I won't be driving this foreign car today. I will take a day off to cheer for Mr. Fei!"
"Let's go together!"
When I woke up early in the morning in Tianjin on this day, I was instigated by newspapers like a raging fire cooking oil. I don't know when it will explode. At this point in time, the people already hate the Japanese extremely. What is the incitement of newspapers?
Still able to bear it?
Some skilled people wanted to get into the ring and fight to the death with the so-called Japanese masters. Ordinary people with no skills also wanted to rush over to cheer. They just hoped that Fei Jingting would show off his power and slap five Japanese to death.
son!
Dajing Road Chinese Warriors Association.
An old man with a bald head, a long beard, and a plain white shorts boxing was slowly boxing in the yard. There were several people around him, either observing and trying to figure it out, or simply imitating his movements.
After a set of Tai Chi, the young people in the field hurried forward to salute and said in unison: "Thank you Master Sun for teaching me!"
The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "It's hard to talk about it. It's up to the master to lead you to practice. I've taught everything I should teach. How much you can learn depends on how much you can understand."
The old man is none other than Sun Lutang, Mr. Sun, who is known as the Tiger Head Young Protector and the best in the world!
At this time, the old man was employed by the Presidential Office as Wu Chengxuan Envoy. This time, he was asked by old friends of the Samurai Association to come to Tianjin to teach the younger generations of the Samurai Association the essence of Tai Chi.
At this time, another old man walked out of the verandah and said with a smile from afar: "You monkey, you are getting better and better as you get older. How can you be like me? I wake up before dawn and fall asleep."
As soon as I got back to sleep, the sky turned bright again.”
Sun Lutang smiled and said: "Mr. Li, I see that your face is rosy and your demeanor is even better than before. How are you worse than me?"
Mr. Li shook his head. The book hinted that this Mr. Li was extraordinary. He was the great master Li Cunyi!
In the Gengzi year, Mr. Li joined the Boxer Rebellion at the age of fifty-three and fought bravely against the enemy. He must be the first in every battle. Zeng Shuai's soldiers attacked the Jinmen Laolongtou Railway Station at night and killed the Russian soldiers guarding the station.
After the defeat, he hid in the countryside. It was not until the year of 1911 that he came forward to initiate the establishment of the Chinese Warriors Association. This old man was just a little older. If he were younger, his Xingyiquan attainments were no worse than Sun Lutang.
The two masters of martial arts chatted and laughed and entered the inner hall in a blink of an eye. After talking about some trivial matters, Sun Lutang changed the topic and said, "I have been in Jinmen for a few days. Why don't you see Han Muxia come to the meeting?"
Mr. Li Cunyi is over 70 years old, and Mr. Sun Lutang is nearly 60 years old. Both of them are looking for a suitable successor. Han Muxia is only in his early forties, which is the right age for him to be a fighter. Mr. Sun Lutang is quite interested in passing on his mantle.
Li Cunyi said: "Han Muxia has been stuck on chores recently. I think I can get away in the next two days."
"oh?"
"I heard that Han Muxia met a rising star. He was only in his early twenties. He was so good at Taihe Quan that he was able to defeat Han Muxia in a competition. That's all. He even beat a Japanese to death in the ring recently."
Only in his early twenties? And he was still practicing Wudang Taihe Boxing... Sun Lutang immediately became interested and asked: "What is the name of this rising star, and who is his descendant?"
Li Cunyi shook his head with a smile and said: "I heard that I don't have any skills. I got a hand of Taihe Quan as a gift from a friend. I practiced it casually and then I became so accomplished. This person's talent is rare in this world."
"If this is true, this person is indeed gifted." Sun Lutang nodded in agreement.
Li Cunyi glanced at Sun Lutang jokingly and said: "That's not all... This Fei Jingting is not only a teacher at Beichen University, he drank foreign ink, but also published his own novel in a newspaper...
Living monkey, have you heard of "The Eight Parts of the Dragon"?"
The influence of the "Tian Long Ba Bu" serialized in the evening was no longer limited to Tianjin! There were local merchants and travelers going to other places. They were afraid that the journey would be boring, so they cut out the serialized novels for entertainment during the journey. So this
The novel then spread to all parts of the country. There were impatient readers who were scratching their heads. They even sent people to Jinmen every ten days or half a month to copy it for the sake of interpretation.
The itch in my heart.
Therefore, it is not surprising that Sun Lutang of the capital knew about this novel.
Sun Lutang was surprised: "Oh? He also wrote that novel?"
"Isn't that right?"
"Ha, this man is quite versatile. Hearing what you say makes me want to meet him more and more."
Just at this time, a disciple walked into the inner hall quietly, put a few newspapers on the coffee table, said something, then bowed his head and left.
Mr. Li Cunyi put on his reading glasses, glanced down a few times, frowned at first, then smiled and said: "Ha, monkey, don't you want to meet Fei Jingting? The opportunity has come."
With that said, he handed the newspaper to Sun Lutang.
Sun Lutang glanced at it, and first cursed: "The Japanese are really shameless. Five masters are taking turns fighting each other to drag Fei Jingting to death." After a pause, he then continued: "It is related to the reputation of our country's martial arts.
You can’t sit back and ignore it, old man, do you want to go with me?”
"Let's go together. We are about to meet that young man Fei Jingting."
"Okay, it's almost time, let's go together!"
…………………………
But on the other side, Fei Jingting got up early in the morning and signed in but didn't give anything useful. Shi Shiran got up to wash up and went to the yard to fill the well water, then he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps outside the yard door.
Curious, Fei Jingting opened the courtyard door and saw a dozen or so people in long robes, mandarin jackets, suits and leather shoes, with pens and papers in their hands, and reporters with cameras blocking the door.
Fei Jingting was a little dumbfounded, blinked and asked: "Everyone, what are you..."
Reporter Liu, who had met him once, solemnly said: "Mr. Fei, we are all here to interview and take photos for you... It turns out that the Japanese have another fight with you today. Everyone thought that it would not be good to disturb Mr. Fei's rest at this time, so they
Stay outside, I plan to let you say a few words when you go out, and take a photo by the way."
Look at the quality of journalists these days, it’s so boring to hear. Think back to the reporters of later generations, whenever there is such a situation, for the sake of first-hand information, reporters don’t care whether they disturb others or not!
Regardless of whether the person involved is willing to do it or not, I would like to break into your home and force you to conduct an interview.
Another reporter behind him said: "Mr. Fei, how are you resting? We didn't disturb you, did we?"
There is a saying, "If people respect me a foot, I will return a foot to others." Fei Jingting felt warm in his heart, and his angry words were naturally like the spring breeze blowing on his face.
"No, no, I had a good rest. Since you want to be interviewed, please come in and talk."
"It doesn't matter, you better get ready. You're going to have to fight the Japanese later."
Fei Jingting smiled and said: "Everyone, don't pay too much attention to those Japanese. I will put my words here today. I'm afraid the Japanese who can defeat me have not been born yet!"
In later generations, this kind of flag-raising behavior would have definitely attracted cynicism from reporters. Some simply followed the advice and helped Fei Jingting raise the flag high, waiting to be slapped in the face later.
But this time is different. Fei Jingting now represents not himself, but the national martial arts, and even the face of China.
Therefore, after hearing this, the reporters not only did not ridicule, but actually clapped their hands and applauded.
"Okay, Mr. Fei is so proud!"
"If you were able to kill the Japanese yesterday, Mr. Fei will certainly be able to do the same today!"
"Kill the Japanese!"
"Mr. Fei, we all support you!"
Bang, bang, bang, the flashbulb exploded, freezing the scene of Fei Jingting standing against the door.
Reporter Liu said: "It's good that Mr. Fei is confident." He turned around and looked around: "My colleagues, since we have obtained the interview script and taken photos, let's break up and don't delay Mr. Fei's rest."
"What I'm saying is, Mr. Fei, take a good rest. Even if I don't go to work, I'll have to cheer you on later!"
Fei Jingting smiled and cupped his hands in all directions: "Thank you all very much. I didn't entertain you well today, but I will treat you well tomorrow."
"Mr. Fei, you're welcome."
Everyone made some concessions and then dispersed, leaving Fei Jingting standing at the gate of the courtyard and sighing in his heart.
After closing the courtyard door, he turned around and saw the neatly dressed Fu Yunzhao standing behind him.
Fei Jingting made some identifications before confirming that the Fu Yunzhao in front of him was not the white snake. He immediately scolded him: "You are walking silently and standing behind people so early in the morning. What are you making a fuss about?"
Fu Yunzhao said depressedly: "Brother Jingting, I seem to have failed again."
"ha?"
(The last chapter before release, will be updated at noon~)