The reform of the law is like a farce.

Tan Sitong was cut off his head!

The dart game has been shut down, Daddy Wang Wu is wanted, and he is dying, and now he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

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 Dongjiaomin Lane, where the United Kingdom, France, the United States, Russia, Japan, Germany, Belgium and other countries have set up embassies in Dongjiaomin Lane, and renamed Dongjiaomin Lane as Embassy Street.

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

On this day, Alice said, "King, we are at the ball tonight, and I am short of a dance partner, so you can come too!" ”

"Prom?"

"Yes, my father was promoted to colonel and held a banquet, and I called a few good friends to attend this banquet, so you can also attend!" Alice said.

"Okay!" Wang Bin said.

In the ready-to-wear store, Wang Bin put on a suit and tie, as if he had returned to his previous life, and he accompanied his girlfriend to the ball in his previous life......

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

Wearing a suit requires a body frame to be able to support the clothes, Wang Bin is tall, and the suit is worn on his body, and he is extremely handsome.

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

She has seen many Qing people, some of whom are extremely humble to foreigners, and their eyes are full of stammering; Some seem to be high, but they are afraid and afraid in their bones; There are also those who have insensitivity in their eyes.

But Wang Bin has a noble temperament, like a nobleman, born with an elegant atmosphere, without pretending to be high, nor deliberately stammering, looking at foreigners with extremely flat eyes.

This kind of breath made Alice addicted, and the more she came into contact with it, the more she was excited.

The banquet was held in a large hotel, which was not much different from the reception in the previous life!

Then, he started dancing on the dance floor, and in a trance, Wang Bin thought of his girlfriend in his previous life, but unfortunately he couldn't go back.

He is no longer the 21st century, no longer the fugitive who violates the ban by force, dares to kill enemies with a knife, destroys people, and is chased and killed by the armed police; Born in the late Qing Dynasty, he is the son of the fifth king of the big sword, a student of Tan Sitong, a master of Xingyi Boxing, and a swordsman of Xinyou knife technique!

"What are you thinking, King?" Alice asked.

"I thought of my past life, I thought of my tragic past life!" Wang Bin opened his mouth and said.

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

"People have a past life!" Wang Bin said firmly.

In the hotel, the sound of saxophone, violin, and organ comes and goes.

Alice introduced that Wang Bin got acquainted with other foreigners, and then talked to each other. Wang Bin began again, abusing the "indigenous" life.

With more than 100 years of knowledge and experience, Wang Bin can be a foreigner in all fields, whether it is the discussion of national events, the study of historical issues, or the thinking of physical chemistry, it is easy to press.

It was just a moment before these foreigners looked bitter.

This yellow-skinned monkey is amazing!

The ordinary yellow-skinned monkey is ignorant, humble and shameful; And there is a yellow-skinned monkey in front of him, wearing a monkey skin, but in his bones he is a nobleman, more civilized than a civilized person.

The knowledge they are proud of, in front of this yellow-skinned monkey, is only a masochistic position.

This yellow-skinned monkey, like a god, is high up and looks down on all beings!

At this time, a master of ceremonies at the door had already sung the visitor's name: "Prime Minister's Yamen - Lord Zhou has arrived!" ”

Soon, a civil servant walked in, about fifty years old, with an old and decaying breath.

"The Acting Minister of Great Britain - Zhu Erdian has arrived!"

"German Minister to China - Hahausen Arrives"

"The French Minister to China - Li Mei has arrived!" 、

Big shots have arrived!

Then, some high-ranking officials of the Qing Dynasty arrived one after another.

These big shots have a few bodyguards around them who exude a ferocious aura, and they are all masters of national arts.

The master of national art also has to eat, support his family, and live.

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

Actually, they are not mythical at all. Practicing martial arts is not to pursue martial arts, but to support your family! Many Guoshu masters were born in farmers and had a hard time, practicing martial arts just to get ahead and make money to support their families.

They are just ordinary people, some of them are in charge of escorting goods; some are guarded by some high-ranking officials to earn money to support their families; Some open martial arts halls to teach apprentices and support their families; Some teach some nobles "rich boxing" and fool money!

In essence, they are like carpenters, blacksmiths, and so on, who eat by their craft.

In the eyes of many nobles, they are just martial artists, and it's okay to compete in the ring and play around; However, I didn't really look up to them in my bones.

In this era, the noble and the martial are cheap!

Masters of national arts, many of them are looked down upon. Many masters of national arts, who themselves look down on themselves, rarely teach their children to learn, but let them read and become cultural people, not martial artists.

It was only in later generations that the national arts were truly popular, and these national arts masters were mythologized.

Tasting delicious food, enjoying red wine, and surrounded by foreign beauties, Wang Bin is very refreshing.

It's just fast, it's not refreshing!

…………

The banquet reached its climax, and it seemed that they were all drunk.

And Lord Zhou of the Prime Minister's Yamen was talking with some foreign ministers, talking about the issue of borrowing, and gradually quarreled.

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

The British military attache stood up and shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, the best part is coming—next is the boxing show!" ”

Dangdang!

Bang Bang!

Metal drums were beaten, and under the spotlight, a man in a tuxedo who was acting as the host stood up and let out a strange cry, like a night vulture: "Ladies and gentlemen, next, the boxing show is now on!" ”

"Let's cheer to the heart's content!"

"Let's have a please, Mr. Milan, a British boxer!"

Bang Bang Bang!

Warm applause rang out.

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

"Roar!"

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

It is said to be a boxing show, but in fact it is a ring fight!

After Milan came to power, he suddenly raised his fists and shouted: "Come on, sick man of East Asia!" ”