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"Tao Chengzhang, the leader of the Restoration Society, died at the age of 35!"

At the root of the imperial city of the capital, a group of children of the Eight Banners, who habitually regarded themselves as the people of Tiandu and wandered around the teahouse all day long to accumulate conversations, finally found the latest topic and happily discussed what was alluded to in the northern newspapers such as "Xinsheng Bao".

Unlike the southern immigrants in Shanghai, as the people of the capital who have lived in Tiandu for generations, they always like to discuss and analyze problems from the perspective of the imperial court, as if they do not do so, they will not be able to reflect the high authority of the imperial city, and they will not be able to reflect the consciousness of the people of the capital compared to those of the lower riba people.

"Do you know, the two newspapers in Shanghai, "Zilin Xibao" and "Xinmin Daily", both issued extra-large pictures to report the news that the "revolutionary giant" Tao Chengzhang was assassinated......

"Hey, it's not, the interim president of Sun Wen, although he has repeatedly sent urgent telegrams to Chen Qimei, the governor of the Shanghai Army, ordering him to arrest the murderer and severely punish him, but the newspaper here has already told in the column below that the biggest contradiction with Tao Chengzhang is precisely this Sun Wen and Chen Qimei!"

"Alas, stealing a high position in vain with cloth clothes, and ignoring the orthodoxy of the imperial court, such chaotic parties and thieves are naturally extremely vicious. The means can be said to be all-encompassing, and the program is often lost......"

An elderly man who looked to be in good shape, while smiling and walking past a few old and young people of the Eight Banners who were discussing hotly, stretched out his hand to the two old men at a table by the window from a distance, but just as he was about to sit down, he frowned without warning, and looked at the empty staircase with some doubt......

"Hehe, your kid's kung fu is getting bigger, and his ability to get into trouble is getting worse and worse, and it's only been a few days since he entered Beijing. It made the four major Dan factions disgraced. This is good, even Dong Haichuan, who has always had the most kind temperament, has become a little reluctant to chase after him......"

The old man who spoke had thick and shiny silver hair, and his face was also full of red. If you don't look at the vicissitudes of old age on his forehead. Anyone who sees Baozhun will praise a fairy wind bone. It's just that this opening of the mouth suddenly has more fireworks and fireworks, and it gets rid of a seemingly dusty temperament......

"The Battle of T-Street. Boy, I was beaten by the four elders and vomited blood and fled, although you and Dong Lao have been friends for many years, but after all, the factions have never been the same, you don't help me preside over the overall situation, but just sit on the side and say cool things, which is really not kind enough......"

The corner of the young man's eyes swept the entrance of the building without moving, but his hand was not slow at all, at the moment of speaking, the fist-sized buns had been stuffed with more than a dozen in succession, looking at his eating appearance and speed, I am afraid that the word gobbling up is not enough to indicate the speed of his eating.

"You kid, don't come with me for this, the 'empty' old man is in front of the pass, but the mantle of the true inheritance of the Shennong Dan faction has been passed on to you, not to mention that it is because of your personal beliefs, even if the Dan faction wants to fight with each other, it should be up to you to come out, I and the master, the old arms and legs, can't withstand the toss of you young people like this......"

The old man smiled evilly, looking as if he was eating steamed buns with the young man, but when he saw a sturdy white-haired Taoist on the staircase out of thin air, he wiped the oil stains on the corner of his mouth with some unfinished thoughts, just like an ordinary old tea friend, and shouted loudly to the staircase, "I said Dong Laodao, we are here, you are a little late!" ”

The old Taoist head has not returned, but the body as thick as an ox has been slightly shocked, and when he stepped on the last staircase silently, the copper-like face that turned over, only then did he reveal a meaningful strange smile, "I said how can this kid have the bearing of the founding of the sect and the boxing skills of the inner family in the year of the weak crown, it turns out that you Yang Lao is immortal and making waves......

The two looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces unconsciously became extremely exciting, in addition to the joy and sympathy that they hadn't seen for many years, more than that, it was an indescribable battle spirit and look.

The young man looked at the teahouse that suddenly became quiet because of the words of a few people, and patted his smooth forehead helplessly, but saw that Lao Dao's original aura suddenly turned into wolf smoke, and he had to deliberately ignore his appearance of staring at him, stood up with a wry smile and hugged his fists, "The kid got away with it yesterday, I don't want Master Dong, your legs and feet are not slow at all, if you don't give up, it's better to have a few steamed buns to pad your stomach first......"

Next to the dozen or so tables upstairs, there are a few idlers in the capital, although they haven't had time to guess the identities of these three old and one young, but the two sentences just said from the mouth of the old Taoist are enough to make these Beijing oilers who already like gossip and homely things think about it, "The white-clothed bald head, the young grandmaster, the inner fist, the old Taoist ......"

"I can't teach you such a powerful apprentice......"

The silver-haired old man looked at Lao Dao and pretended to be angry, first smiled, and then blew his beard at Dong Haichuan like an old naughty boy, "Don't say it's you, even my master can't teach it......"

"Yo, it turns out that Old Master Chen is also there, and Lao Dao patronized to see this kid, but he was a little rude, but I really never thought that I would have the honor to see the old master's fairy face again......"

Lao Dao followed the gaze of the silver-haired old man, and then realized that the shriveled old man sitting next to him just thought that he had ignored the old man's existence before, and his face inevitably became more and more exciting, "Even the old master can't teach it, can it still be the personal inheritance of the ape who has not been born for a long time?" ”

Speaking of this, Lao Dao's tone unconsciously became a little low, although his feet seemed to be slippery and freely shuttling through the crowd, but the powerful aura that was originally released was like a balloon that had been deflated, and suddenly began to quickly converge inward, "Lao Yang, don't sue me." This kid is the one who touched the opportunity for the ape to shatter the void! ”

"You can all choose Yuan Shikai as the son of Heaven in the four veins of the Daomen, why can't this kid be the person who is destined?"

The silver-haired old man looked at the master, first smiled and patted the dust on his hands, and then stretched out two fingers as if diagnosing his pulse, gently put them on the edge of the saucer filled with soy sauce, and slowly pushed them towards Dong Haichuan who walked to the table at a snail-like speed......

"Is this what you mean, or is it the will of the Shennong Dan faction?"

Dong Haichuan's face was slightly stunned, and then he instinctively stretched out his thick index finger, seemingly unintentionally blocking the front of the plate that was slowly moving forward, and waited until the plate finally touched the fingers of the two at the same time. The faces of the two of them inevitably became more rosy and purple again......

Whew......

Their fingers trembled slightly. By the time the blue and white bone china garlic saucer was like a planer, drawing a ghostly trajectory on the hard mahogany tabletop, the entire palms of the two of them had become soft and boneless. And it's like sticking fish glue to a plate. Bend a little along the round edge of the dish......

Click......

Lines of red shavings can't help but bloom under the saucer. The smooth and shiny desktop became mottled, and the trajectory looked like a ghost drawing and faintly resembled Chinese characters, until the plate gradually slid out of the table. When the hands of the two were suspended in the air, the tea guests around them, who were originally silent, unconsciously took a breath of cold air in unison, "What a pure inner kung fu!" ”

The so-called 'Manchurian people are good at martial arts, Beijing people are talkative', this sentence at this time, although it seems a little unworthy of the name, but since the Tai Chi, Xingyi, and Bagua prevailed in the world, there are indeed a lot more people in the Eight Banners who practice boxing, know boxing and discuss boxing than in the south.

What's more, even people who don't know kung fu anymore can see two silver-haired old men with their own eyes, with only four fingers of the thin disk as thin as a cicada's wings, to make an embroidery-like delicate carpenter's kung fu, I am afraid that they will also estimate how terrifying the strength and kung fu are contained in this seemingly light and breezy hand......

The two of them put one hand behind their backs, and the other hand was as light as a breeze on the plate, and they couldn't help but exert their strength, seeing that the movements of their hands were getting slower and slower, and their faces finally became as solemn as the atmosphere in the building......

"Fu Ping boiled the spring building, asked Shennong Mountain, the two of you are more than two hundred years old, but you haven't understood the mystery between this god and the supernatural power, so I don't know the number of days, this ghost god doesn't ask!"

Ga!

A sound that was so light that it was imperceptible to the naked ear burst out slightly, and the old master Chen, who had been sitting at the table chewing slowly, finally swallowed the last bun with some reluctance......

…………

Inside the huge teahouse, it became silent, only the old man who was dying and shriveled moved slowly and stretched, and the others were as motionless as ice sculptures......

The old man's palm stroked silently, but in every simple movement, there is a true and simple Tai Chi principle, with the palm of the hand wiped several times in succession, the messy patterns and marks on the tabletop finally gradually became clear......

"Stop!"

Two fonts like wild grass jumped on the table, and the old man's originally muddy eyes also bloomed with an indescribable terrifying look, "The so-called Tao is different, not conspiring with each other, what Yang Xiaozi does is his own pursuit of his own Dao, and it is also for the will of Shennong's lineage, so he, our Shennong Dan pulse is protected!" ”

"What if our four veins must move?"

"That's a dead fish!"

"Then give the old master face, I promise for the four pulses that I will not do anything with him in private!"

Dong Haichuan's face was a little stunned at first, but when he saw the absolute clarity in Old Master Chen's eyes, he suddenly felt that it was taken for granted, "It's just that since Yuan Shikai is already the person selected by our four veins, I hope that Old Master can let him stop, otherwise, he will only die!" ”

"There are different opinions on the general trend of the world, who can know who will kill the deer in the future, the old man can promise not to move Yuan Shikai for him, but the old man also hopes that you have no wrong person in the four veins!"

"That's the matter of the four veins of our Dao Sect!"

Dong Haichuan saw that the goal had been achieved, and his heart was slightly relieved, and when he looked at Yang Luchan, who was originally-for-tat, the two masters suddenly smiled at each other, and waited until the thin plate fell on the table, and finally formed a 'martial' word, then he respectfully hugged his fist at Chen Changxing, the old master, "With the old master's words, Haichuan left first, but before leaving, I still wanted to say a few words to this kid!" ”

"Old Taoist, please speak!"

"With the promise of our four veins, Yuan Shikai will definitely not pursue your assassination again, but the north-south peace talks are about to end, and Lao Dao hopes to see your demeanor at the Heroes of All Nations Martial Arts Conference!"

"Oh? Aren't those things mundane? Why are you so enthusiastic? ”

"First, at the request of our four veins, I invite Yuan Shikai to invite hidden martial arts masters from other countries to come to the scene to communicate, and secondly, it is a little selfishness of mine, hoping to openly learn from you, a rising star who has found a new way, in the ring, to prove his experience in martial arts......"

"I don't dare to ask for ears!"

Yang Meng looked at the battle intent in Dong Haichuan's eyes, nodded with some understanding, and then laughed a little excitedly, "The kid has been in trouble both internally and externally for a long time, and he can see the peerless grandmaster who created the Bagua Palm, even if it is difficult to break through and die on the spot, he can be regarded as dying without regrets!" ”

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………… (To be continued......)