The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 1 Apprenticeship
1895, spring, Caozhou.

Spring is cold and the snow under the eaves has not completely melted.

In the front yard of the Feng family, a group of men with big arms and round waists lined up neatly, punching and kicking.

The men were sweating like rain, exhaling hot air from their mouths and noses, wearing thin shirts, and drinking like thunder.

"Be serious, Zhang Jin, who the hell made you sit down, get up!"

"The more you sweat now, the less blood you bleed when you meet bandits. Do you know these truths?"

"Get up!"

A middle-aged man of short stature, wearing a blue mandarin jacket and with a mustache, walked among these strong men at this time, sternly lecturing, kicking him from time to time.

The man he taught was much stronger than him, but he couldn't stand his seemingly random kick. The man who was kicked grinned, but quickly corrected his posture.

"Master Zhao, when will I be as invulnerable as you when I'm going through all this hard work?"

In the crowd, someone couldn't help asking.

The middle-aged man turned his head, looked at the person who asked the question, and scolded with a smile: "If Kung Fu is so easy to learn, wouldn't everyone be a master? Who the hell is afraid of foreigners' guns and cannons?"

"Let me tell you, if you want to become as invulnerable as I am, you have to work hard. Give me a good workout and don't be lazy."

"If you are lazy now, you will lose your life in the future!"

Everyone nodded again and again, becoming more serious and persistent.

Only then did Zhao Jinhuan nodded in satisfaction.

At this time, several people walked out of the hall, the leader was a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body.

He is the owner of this house, Feng Changren.

When Zhao Jinhuan saw Feng Changren coming out, he walked over quickly and said with a smile, "Mr. Feng, why are you up so early?"

Feng Changren smiled and said, "I'm used to it, but you, Master Zhao, are you still used to living with me these few days?"

Zhao Jinhuan clasped his hands and said with a smile: "Zhao is in exile, and he is satisfied with a place to live. I am very grateful to Yuanwai Feng for taking in Zhao."

"Hey, Master Zhao's words are wrong. If you are willing to pay me a favor, it is our fate to stay with me. What's more, Master Zhao, you also helped me train the servants of the Nursing Academy. It is Feng who wants to thank you."

"Zhao's subtle tricks are hard to be considered elegant, but Yuan Wai fell in love with him the wrong way, hahaha."

Although Zhao Jinhuan's mouth was modest, there was a bold smile on his face.

Obviously he doesn't think his own ability is a trivial trick.

Feng Changren said with a smile: "Master Zhao, if your abilities are still insignificant, no one in the world would dare to call you a hero."

"Hahaha, Mr. Feng is outrageous about Zhao." Zhao Jinhuan waved his hands again and again, laughing unceasingly.

After some politeness, Feng Changren dragged Zhao Jinhuan into the living room.

After the two sat down, a servant girl poured tea and served snacks.

Only then did Feng Changren get to the point: "Master Zhao, I wonder how Master Zhao thought about Feng's plea yesterday?"

Zhao Jinhuan drank a cup of tea and said with a smile: "Mr. Feng, although my hard qigong is not a high-quality one, it is not taught by everyone."

"Feng admires Master Zhao's kung fu. I don't know what conditions Master Zhao has before he is willing to accept the dog as an apprentice. Even if Master Zhao asks for it, Feng will do his best if he is satisfied."

Zhao Jinhuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Feng misunderstood. Zhao didn't want to make conditions. Zhao accepted apprentices, but unlike the rough men outside the professor, he wanted to worship me seriously."

"Young master, if you want to learn my skills, you need to let me see the bones."

Feng Changren's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he immediately turned his head to look at the young man standing beside him: "Dao Ke, hurry up and let Master Zhao take a good look at it!"

But he saw the young man beside Feng Changren who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a frail body and a pale complexion.

He is not tall either, only in his early 1.7 meters, but his facial features are pretty, and his eyes are calm and calm for his age.

Feng Ji, named Daoke, is the son of Feng Changren.

A few days ago, Feng Ji was having sex with a prostitute in the Chunfeng Tower, and had a conflict with someone. He was knocked out and fell into a coma for a whole night before waking up.

After waking up, he was talking nonsense, full of strange words such as "crossing" and "car accident".

Feng Changren was so frightened that several doctors failed to heal him, so he sent to invite foreign priests from the Holy Word Society.

Fortunately, within two days, my son's condition seemed to have stabilized, but suddenly he wanted to practice martial arts.

Feng Changren gave birth to three daughters, and with just such a son, he was naturally too pampered, so he agreed immediately.

After searching for a famous teacher several times, I finally invited this master Zhao Jinhuan on the recommendation of a friend.

After Zhao Jinhuan came to Feng's house, Feng Changren hired him as a coach to teach boxing skills to the guards at home.

Naturally, some of the nurses were dissatisfied. Zhao Jinhuan performed hard qigong on the spot, beating dozens of nurses helplessly.

Zhao Jinhuan did not agree immediately, but said that he would consider it.

This is how the scene just happened.

Feng Ji looked at the thin and thin Zhao Jinhuan in front of him, and recalled the scene of this person playing with the nursing home yesterday, and he couldn't believe it until now.

There are really people in this world who are not afraid of swords and axes!
As a time traveler, he was originally a real materialist.

But the matter of time travel itself is already fantasy, and with the mysterious and unpredictable attribute panel in his mind, his world view can no longer stretch.

Originally, I thought about the frail body in this picture, coupled with the background of the world at the end of the Qing Dynasty, the soldiers were in chaos and bandits were rampant.

He naturally wanted to learn some kung fu to exercise his body, so that he could protect himself a bit.

Never expected that there is such a thing as hard qigong in this world!
"Junior Feng Ji, pay homage to Master Zhao."

Zhao Jinhuan was quite looking forward to it at first, but when he saw Feng Ji coming out, he frowned slightly, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

He shook his head and said, "Mr. Feng, you are being polite. I have a few questions I want to ask Mr. Feng."

"You can call me Feng Ji. If there is any problem, Feng Ji will know everything."

Zhao Jinhuan nodded, and asked with a smile: "Feng Ji, your Feng family has a lot of money. You have been spoiled and spoiled since childhood. Why do you want to learn martial arts? You must know that martial arts is not a child's play. You have to practice three times in winter and three times in summer. You can eat it." This pain?"

Feng Ji thought for a while and said: "To tell the truth, Master Zhao, Feng Ji is dedicated to martial arts. In this world, bandits are rampant and foreigners are rampant. Although my family has a little property, but if it is not secured, there will be a disaster at any time. If there is no such thing, I'm just a weak dude after all."

"If I can succeed in martial arts, firstly, I can strengthen my body, and secondly, I can protect Gaotang's family, so what's the point of suffering?"

"I still hope that Master Zhao will be perfect!"

As he spoke, he bowed deeply, his expression full of sincerity.

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