Conquer the world of the heavens

Chapter 8 Prom Invitation

The reform is like a farce.

Tan Sitong had his head chopped off!
The Escort Bureau was closed, father Wang Wu was wanted, and he was on the run, and now he doesn't know what to do.

And Wang Bin also had a home and couldn't go back, so he could only stay at Alice's house.

Alice's home is in Dongjiaominxiang, where the United Kingdom, France, the United States, Russia, Japan, Germany, Belgium and other countries successively established embassies in Dongjiaominxiang, and Dongjiaominxiang was renamed Embassy Street.

After suffering a gunshot wound, Wang Bin has been recuperating from his injury.

On this day, Alice said, "Wang, we happen to be attending a dance tonight, and I don't have a partner, so come too!"

"prom?"

"Yes, my father was promoted to colonel and held a banquet. I invited some good friends to attend the banquet. You should also attend!" Alice said.

"Okay!" Wang Bin said.

In the clothing store, Wang Bin put on a suit and tie, as if he had returned to his previous life. In his previous life, he also accompanied his girlfriend to the dance...

Alice smiled exaggeratedly: "Wang, you really have a good figure!"

Wearing a suit requires a body frame that can hold up the clothes. Wang Bin is tall, and wearing a suit on his body, he is extremely handsome.

Alice pressed Wang Bin's chest with her hand, and said, "You are really good, you have the temperament of our Prussian nobleman!"

She has met many people from the Qing Dynasty, some are extremely humble to foreigners, and their eyes are full of flattery;

On the other hand, Wang Bin has a noble temperament, like an aristocrat, born with an elegant atmosphere, not pretending to be noble, nor deliberately flattering, looking at foreigners with extremely flat eyes.

This kind of breath fascinates Alice, and the more she touches it, the more her heart beats.

The banquet was held in a big hotel, not much different from the reception in the previous life!
Then, he began to dance on the dance floor, and in a trance, Wang Bin thought of his girlfriend from his previous life, but it was a pity that he could never go back.

He is no longer the 21st century, no longer the fugitive who used force to break the ban, who dared to kill his enemies with a knife, wiped out all his families, and was hunted down by the armed police; but was born in the late Qing Dynasty, the son of the Great Swordsman Wang Wu, and a student of Tan Sitong , is a master of Xingyiquan, and a swordsman of Xinyou swordsmanship!
"King, what are you thinking?" Alice asked.

"Thinking of the past life, the tragic past life!" Wang Bin said.

"Past life, do people really have a past life?" Alice asked.

"People have past lives!" Wang Bin said firmly.

Inside the hotel, the sounds of saxophone, violin, and organ came and went.

Introduced by Alice, Wang Bin got acquainted with other foreigners and started talking with each other.Wang Bin started again, abusing the lives of "natives".

With more than 100 years of knowledge and experience, Wang Bin can easily crush foreigners in various fields, whether it is the discussion of national affairs, the study of historical issues, or the thinking of physical chemistry.

For just a moment, these foreigners showed bitterness on their faces.

This yellow-skinned monkey is too powerful!

Ordinary yellow-skinned monkeys are ignorant, humble and shameful; while the yellow-skinned monkeys in front of them wear a monkey skin, but they are nobles in their bones, more civilized than civilized people.

The knowledge they are proud of is just a masochistic status in front of this yellow-skinned monkey.

This yellow-skinned monkey looks like a god, standing high above all living beings!
At this time, the master of ceremonies at the door sang the name of the visitor: "The Prime Minister's Office—Master Zhou is here!"

Soon, a civil servant walked in, about 50 years old, with an old and decayed breath.

"British acting envoy - Zhu Erdian is here!"

"The German Minister to China—Halhausen has arrived"

"The French ambassador to China—Li Mei is here!",

All the great people have arrived!
Then, some senior officials of the Qing Dynasty came to the scene one after another.

These big shots are surrounded by a few bodyguards exuding ferocity. These are all masters of martial arts.

Martial arts masters also need to eat, support their families, and live a life.

In later generations, Dong Haichuan, Yang Luchan, Huo Yuanjia, Wang Ziping, Du Xinwu, Han Muxia, Yanzi Li San, Sun Lutang, Guo Yunshen, etc. were boasted like myths and legends.

In fact, they are not myths at all.Practicing martial arts is not for the pursuit of martial arts, but for supporting the family!Many masters of Chinese martial arts were born as peasants, and they lived a very hard life. They practiced martial arts just to get ahead and earn money to support their families.

They are just ordinary people, some are bodyguards and are responsible for escorting goods; some are guards of some high-ranking officials, earning money to support their families; , Fool money!

In essence, they are like carpenters, blacksmiths, etc., relying on their craftsmanship for a living,

In the eyes of many nobles, they are just warriors, and it's okay to compete in the ring; however, they don't really think highly of them in their bones.

In this era, gentlemen are noble and martial arts are cheap!
Many martial arts masters are looked down upon.Many martial arts masters look down on themselves, and rarely teach their children unique skills, but let them study and become cultural people instead of martial arts.

Only in later generations did Chinese martial arts really become popular, and these masters of Chinese martial arts were mythologized.

Tasting delicious food, enjoying red wine, surrounded by beautiful foreigners, Wang Bin is very refreshing.

It's just very fast, not happy anymore!

…………

The banquet reached its climax, and everyone seemed to be drunk.

Mr. Zhou of the Zongli Yamen was talking with some foreign ministers about the loan issue, and gradually started to quarrel.

It seems a little drunk, a British military officer said: "Natural selection, survival of the fittest, the strong eat the weak, the weak have no right to speak-"

The British military attache stood up and shouted loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, the most exciting part is coming—the next step is the boxing show!"

Dangdang!

bang bang!

Metal drums were beating around, and under the spotlight, a man in a tuxedo who acted as the host stood up and uttered a strange cry, like a night vulture: "Ladies and gentlemen, next, the boxing show, Start now!"

"Let's cheer up!"

"Let us invite Mr. Milan, the British boxing master, to come on stage!"

Clap clap clap!

Warm applause rang out.

At this moment, the foreigners still maintain the spirit of martial arts, and have a fanatical obsession with fighting and fighting.

"Roar!"

With a roar, a muscular man who looked like a giant bear jumped onto the ring that had already been built.

It was said to be a boxing performance, but it was actually a ring fight!

After Milan took the stage, he suddenly raised his fists high and shouted: "Come on, sick man of East Asia!"

(End of this chapter)