"What's your name?"

Li Xiake walked up to the man and asked softly, "What kind of kung fu are you practicing?"

The middle-aged man on the opposite side who had just gotten up after picking up the copper coins was stunned when he heard this, and when he looked up and saw the tall and majestic Li Xiake, he was startled, and he hugged his fists and said: "I am Yan Zhendong of Shandong Iron Cloth Shirt, and I practice family kung fu!

Li Xiake nodded: "It turned out to be Master Yan, I am Li Xiake, can we take a step to speak?"

In the world where Huang Feihong lives, martial arts are in decline, cold weapons are gradually replaced by hot weapons, and martial artists have entered an era of decline.

Many people who have practiced martial arts all their lives, in this era, suddenly found one day that their kung fu that they had fought to walk the world was so vulnerable under firearms. The national art passed down by the ancestors who have practiced hard for many years is not worth a small bullet.

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

Yan Zhendong is a family heirloom of martial arts, it may be that he can't stay in Shandong, so he came to the south to beg for a living, at this time the place of many disasters is the Central Plains, and Shandong has many disasters, famine, drought and locust plagues occur frequently, ordinary people have been difficult to survive, many people began to flee, and some people were wanted because of the rebellion, and they had to flee to the south to hide. Shandong has been a horse since ancient times, and there are countless ruthless people who fled from Shandong to Liangguang in all dynasties.

However, Yan Zhendong should not be a ringing horse, after he came to Foshan, in order to survive, he could only perform along the street, even when he was hungry and faint, he never had any thoughts of doing evil.

This person is the only person comparable to Huang Feihong in the entire Huang Feihong series in martial arts cultivation, although Huang Feihong's kung fu is somewhat higher than Yan Zhendong's, but it is also limited, as far as the entire series of movies is concerned, Yan Zhendong should be one of the most powerful villains, and he is qualified to compete, I am afraid that there is only one Manchu Nalan Yuanshu.

But it is such a character, but he lives a life of hunger and cold in Foshan, it is said that with his skills, as long as he does something illegal and disciplined, he will never worry about eating and drinking, but he has never done this. It wasn't until the end that he couldn't hold on to being hungry, so he thought about opening a martial arts hall in Foshan, and became the master of the Shahe Gang, in order to be able to open a martial arts hall and have something to eat.

In order not to starve, Yan Zhendong chose to turn a blind eye to the evil of the Shahe Gang, and did not interfere himself, but he did not stop it, and at this point, he really became a villain.

This person was originally a law-abiding person, but he was forced by the environment to become an accomplice of criminals step by step, and he can be described as a complete tragic figure.

If you put modern people in his position and go through his experience, it is estimated that they may not be much better than him.

At this time, Yan Zhendong looked at Li Xiake in front of him, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and asked: "Li Xiake, Brother Li, what is the matter with you? ”

Li Xiake said with a smile: "I think Master Yan is a person with real kung fu, you have this ability, why don't you kill the bandits and act 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 expression: "I am a family of duty, not robbers and bandits! Punishing bandits and hooligans is a matter for the government, and it has nothing to do with me." I don't want to take care of it, and I can't take care of it!"

Li Xiake smiled: "No matter what, how do you know that you can't manage it?"

He took out a handful of oceans from his pocket and threw it to Yan Zhendong: "Master Yan, I live in Baozhilin now, and in a few days I am going to kill a group of bandits and bullies to sacrifice my long sword, and when the time comes, I will set up a gang that will not let the people be bullied. ”

Seeing that Yan Zhendong took the ocean in a daze, Li Xiake immediately turned around and left: "Master Yan, if you are interested in participating in the event, you can go to Baozhilin to find me." ”

Yan Zhendong grabbed the ocean in his hand and said loudly: "I won't join your gang, my Shandong Yan family, when I reach my generation, I won't be a ringing horse anymore!"

Li Xiake laughed loudly when he heard this: "If you don't do it, don't you do it too?" Master Yan, you have been practicing for so many years, have you never had the idea of being a hero?"

Yan Zhendong said: "Being a hero, that's going to break the law!"

Li Xia Ke said: "Breaking the law? You look around, but how many people who show off their martial arts are not breaking the law?"

Seeing Li Xiake go away, Yan Zhendong looked at the handful of oceans he was holding in his hand, and his face kept changing.

He knew clearly in his heart that if he collected the money himself, he would definitely have something to do with this strange man called Li Xiake, but he was reluctant to let him throw the money away.

Coming to Foshan for so many days, he has not even eaten a full meal, hungry and cold, and even has no place to stay. Now I dream of making money and making a fortune, and I want to eat a bite of hot soup and hot dishes, but this wish, for so many days, has never been realized.

Now this handful of the current ocean in his hand, feeling the heavy and cold texture of the silver coin, a sense of steadfastness that he has never had rose in Yan Zhendong's heart, at this time, for him, there is everything if there is money! This ocean, he held it in his hands, as if guarding his last dignity, it would never be lost.

At this time, the street was full of people coming and going, the noise was constant, the laughter in the brothel of the nearby Qinglou floated from a high place, mixed with bursts of lascivious sounds, and a few foreigners with Bibles in their hands in the distance sang "Hallelujah" while walking, and a group of Chinese singers in the teahouse not far away were full of energy to suppress the voices of the foreign missionaries.

The scolding sounded from far and near from the shops not far away, a group of open-chested men rushed into the shops to collect protection money, scolding, begging for mercy, slamming the table and smashing the bench sounded one after another, and then the group of men walked arrogantly by Yan Zhendong's side with a box of oceans.

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

As he spoke, his eyes inadvertently saw the ocean in Yan Zhendong's hand, and his eyes lit up with surprise and joy, and he shouted, "What are you holding in your hand?"

Yan Zhendong said: "This is someone who gave me the ocean, how could it be that it stole you?"

Hearing the words "Now Dayang", the rest of the gang members who had already walked a few steps away turned around at the same time, looking at Yan Zhendong with burning eyes.

At this time, the purchasing power of Dayang is very high, ten yuan of Dayang is enough to buy three rural girls, and some poor families spend less than ten oceans a year.

Li Xiake is tall, naturally his hands and feet are also big, he grabbed a handful of Xian Dayang from his pocket and gave it to Yan Zhendong, at least there are more than 20 pieces, and Yan Zhendong's hands are small, and it is inevitable that one or two pieces will be revealed from the cracks of his fingers when he grasps it in his hand, which inevitably attracted the attention of these street gangsters, and in a moment, these gangs of the Shahe Gang who collected protection money surrounded Yan Zhendong.