The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 89

The two packed their luggage and disembarked together.

Feng Ji's suitcase didn't look small, so he picked it up with one hand and stepped onto the pontoon bridge.

In an instant, the pontoon creaked and sank several feet, which caused exclamations from the people who disembarked together.

Hong Yihu couldn't help turning his head, seeing this scene couldn't help laughing and said: "Brother Feng, how many things are in this box of yours, it's so heavy."

As he spoke, he wanted to lend a hand to help.

Feng Ji smiled slightly and said, "There are not many things."

The two went ashore, hired a donkey cart, and drove to a nearby town.

"Brother Hong is going to Guangzhou this time?"

As the two got acquainted, the content of their conversation became more casual.

Hong Yihu said with a smile: "A large amount of smoke and soil of unknown origin has emerged in Nanjing during this period. The Governor ordered the Yamen to thoroughly investigate the source of these smoke and soil. I got information from some sources. It seems that this batch of smoke and soil was transported from Guangzhou along the way, so I specially prepared it Go check it out."

"So that's how it is. Guangzhou is close to the seaport, and there are too many concessions. I'm afraid that the smoke came from foreigners."

Feng Ji guessed.

The opium business is a no-cost business, how could foreigners give up so easily.

No matter how much the Qing Dynasty banned it, there was still nothing they could do about foreigners.

Hong Yihu showed resentment on his face, and said: "Foreigners will never let the Chinese die!"

"If it is found out that foreigners did it, what should you do?" Feng Ji asked.

Hong Yihu was silent, his face was aggrieved and angry, but there was nothing he could do.

In the end, I could only sigh: "I have no ability to arrest foreigners, so I can only arrest the freight forwarders."

"The smuggling of opium ultimately requires the court to order officials to negotiate. How can I have the qualifications?"

Feng Ji patted him on the shoulder and said: "The Qing Dynasty will not perish, and the people of the country will hardly ever turn around."

Hong Yihu's face changed slightly, he looked left and right, and said hastily: "Brother Feng, don't dare to say such nonsense."

Feng Ji smiled and said indifferently: "The Sino-Japanese War was defeated, and Taiwan and Liaodong were ceded to Japan. The people have long been disappointed in the Qing court. If I don't say it, others won't say it?"

"Shandong's Yihequan is in chaos, and the South's White Lotus Sect is rising. The world is the world of the common people. Blindly suppressing it will only backfire."

Hong Yihu smiled wryly. Although he was a Qing court patrol, he was really disappointed with the Qing court.

It's just that with his identity, he is destined not to speak as brazenly as Feng Ji.

"Well, I don't know how to be an official, and I can't take care of those important national affairs. I can only do some trivial things and do my part. Forget it, let's not talk about it. By the way, Brother Feng, you walk calmly. Vitality and blood are strong, but you have practiced boxing?"

Hong Yihu changed the subject and asked.

Feng Ji also smiled and said, "I have learned a little indiscriminately."

Hong Yihu laughed loudly: "Let's discuss and discuss in the future."

"Okay, which boxing can Brother Hong practice?"

"Southern Hong Fist."

Feng Ji couldn't help laughing and said: "The Southern School of Hongquan is famous. Speaking of which, the Southern School of Boxing is complex and there are many masters. Brother Hong, do you know who are the masters in Guangzhou?"

He wanted to find out if there were any masters of energy transformation, and asked the other party for advice.

At present, there is no way to break through the attributes, and the only way to make breakthroughs is from boxing skills.

Perhaps after practicing Huajin, there will be some changes in his attribute panel.

Hong Yihu said with a smile: "There are indeed many masters from the Southern School, especially in the area of ​​Guangzhou, the Ten Tigers of Guangdong, who are well-known heroes. In addition, there are many masters in the world, such as Wen Biao, the master of the Hard Monkey Fist school. His one-palm four-style, can be said to be the best in the southern martial arts, well-known, I have fought against him, the Hard Monkey Fist is strong but flexible, but unfortunately, he passed away at an early age..."

When Feng Ji heard the word Wen Biao, his heart suddenly moved. Isn't this the head of the Zhenyuan Escort who appeared in Liu's house before?
But when he heard the words "death at a young age", Feng Ji was taken aback immediately, and quickly interrupted: "Master Wenbiao is dead?"

Hong Yihu glanced at Feng Ji and asked, "Brother Feng, do you know Master Wen Biao?"

Feng Ji nodded immediately: "I witnessed the demeanor of Master Wen Biao in Shandong a few months ago, and I was lucky enough to see the four movements of the hard monkey fist and one palm. It's strange. How long has it been? How did he go west?"

Hong Yihu also showed a look of desolation, and sighed: "I also came back from Guangdong last time, and I heard from my brother Wen Bao that Master Wen Biao was ambushed while walking the darts and died unexpectedly."

"Not only is Master Wen Biao gone now, but the Zhenyuan Escort has now become a trading house and started doing business with foreigners. It's a pity that the hard monkey boxing school has no inheritance after all, and it's hard to see the four styles of one palm. ah."

Feng Ji frowned: "Master Wen Biao doesn't have an apprentice inheritance?"

"Oh, never heard of it."

"Won Bao, his younger brother, can't punch hard?"

"It's a little furry. I've seen him make a move. To be honest, I don't like this person very much. It doesn't suit my appetite."

Feng Ji couldn't help sighing when he heard it.

Hard Monkey Fist Wen Biao, he hurriedly bid farewell to him that day, although he didn't know how good this man's kung fu was.

But this person can break Zhao Jinhuan's golden bell cover, and has already stepped into the dark energy level.

I don't know if there is Huajin.

But it is really unacceptable that such a master master would be killed by a surprise attack.

Feng Ji couldn't help being thankful again that he had put a lot of effort into practicing martial arts.

At least you don't have to worry about being attacked or something.

The two reminisced for a while, then changed the subject, chatting all the way, from martial arts masters, to the situation in Guangzhou, from foreigners and foreign religions, to the revolutionary party, the more they talked, the more speculative they became.

Hong Yihu was even more interested, he pulled Feng Ji and said, "My brother, we hit it off right away, if you think highly of me, how about getting married with Jinlan today?"

Feng Ji felt surprised in his heart. He married Jinlan, which he had only seen in TV romances in his previous life.

But Hong Yihu has a mild temperament, and he is quite appetizing to him.

Immediately smiled and said: "I can't ask for it."

Hong Yihu laughed loudly: "The convenience is Shaoxing, you and my brother will worship at the Guandi Temple in front of us."

The two came to a Guandi temple in Shaoxing, facing the statue of Guan Erye, and swore obeisance on the spot.

Hong Yihu was ten years older than Feng Ji, and Feng Ji called out Brother Hong.

Hong Yihu was overjoyed and called a good brother.

The two of them have many close relatives, Hong Yihu said with a smile: "Brother, if there is no one around, how about letting me see your skills?"

Feng Ji laughed loudly: "I just wanted to ask brother Hong about his Hong Quan kung fu."

The two immediately stood on the empty space outside the temple.

But I saw Hong Yihu's feet landed on the ground, his horse steps took root, and his blood was rushing.

He took a deep breath, slowly pushed out his two hands from his ribs, his index finger and thumb formed a figure-eight shape, the rest of his fingers curled up, his muscles tensed, and his eyes were sharp.

"Hong Fist, divide and measure!"

Feng Ji thought for a while, he knew too many boxing techniques, and now it was just a competition, but he didn't need to be serious.

Immediately stand firmly on both feet, press one palm falsely, push the other vertically, and said with a smile: "Be careful, Brother Hong."

Hong Yihu's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Brother, you practice Baguazhang!"

Feng Ji smiled, and Feng Ji obtained the skill of Baguazhang from Duan Ermi.

In addition, in Jinmen, he found a few masters of Baguazhang Kung Fu, and learned the essence of various schools of Baguazhang, and directly pushed it to Dacheng by adding points.

Now he has already comprehended the essence of Baguazhang, strong and feminine, and can handle it easily.

The reason why his dark energy can be practiced so quickly to a great success is that this kung fu has helped a lot.

Baguazhang is a traditional boxing technique that has been widely spread in China. It is one of the three famous Neijiaquan boxing, and it is also a manifestation of Taoist yin and yang palms for health preservation, fitness, and self-defense.

It uses the eight major piles as the palm-turning technique, and integrates the eight circles of hands into one body. It is based on swinging, buckling, and stepping from one to eight steps. The basic movement route is walking in circles. In the process of walking and turning, the whole body comes together, walking like clouds and flowing water
People who have practiced this technique have the body skills of a swimming dragon and their appearance like ghosts, so many gossip masters have the title of "ghost gossip".

It is to describe the characteristics of Baguazhang, which is mysterious and invisible.

Since it was a duel, there was no need for Feng Ji to confront Hong Yihu head-on with fierce fists.

Wouldn't it be beautiful if it broke the opponent.

"Be careful!"

Hong Yihu shouted loudly, and his figure suddenly moved, like a tiger descending a mountain, attacking quickly!
Hong Fist Tiger Fist!
(End of this chapter)