The evening breeze was blowing, Liang Kuan walked out of the studio with a lonely face with a few torn clothes on his back, looked back at the black face painted on the wall, tightened the clothes on his body, and walked away without looking back.

I think that when he Liang Kuan first came out of Meixian, he was full of ambition, but when he arrived in this provincial capital, he ran into walls everywhere, and now he has even been driven out of the theater, and he doesn't know where to go.

Fortunately, it's only early summer, Liang Kuan is lying casually on the street corner, ready to take the sky as a quilt and the ground as a bed tonight.

"As long as you get to Jinshan, it's better than staying here for a lifetime! Come, don't suffer, take it and see...... You have a ......" A voice floated not far away, Liang Kuan woke up from his sleep, and looked at the propaganda station not far away, and a Chinese comprador was making a loud noise on the stage.

Liang Kuan got up from the ground, looked at the comprador not far away, touched it from his arms, took out a piece of newsprint and looked at it, his mind turned, his heart was quite moved, he cleaned up his behavior, walked towards the shelf, squeezed in front of the comprador, and said expectantly: "Are you going to Jinshan, how to go?" ”

"Come, come, come, take a look." The comprador enthusiastically stuffed the propaganda paper to Liang Kuan.

"Isn't it a mountain of gold in newsprint?" Liang Kuan looked at the propaganda paper and said to the Chinese comprador with the newsprint in his hand.

"Yes, if you want to go, you will give 300 Longyang, export capitation fee, 40 taels of ferry tickets, luggage and dry food, and sign a contract for three years!" Seeing that Liang Kuan seemed to want to go, the comprador burst out with greater enthusiasm, and explained to Liang Kuan carefully.

"Isn't that almost two years' wages?" Liang Kuan was shocked when he heard so much money and asked.

"You don't have any money?"

"Nope!" Liang Kuan shook his head.

"I don't have the money to go to any gold mountain, bring it, the next one, don't get in the way of others!" The comprador glanced at Liang Kuan disdainfully, snatched back the propaganda paper in his hand, waved it away and told him to go away.

Liang Kuan lowered his head and walked away, and suddenly someone shouted: "There seems to be a duel over there in the factory!" ”

"Duel? Let's go, let's take a look! ”

Liang Kuan followed everyone and came to a textile factory, where a pile of firewood was piled up in an open space, and the two groups were facing each other in front of the pile of firewood, one group was led by a middle-aged man with a knife, and there were several young disciples standing next to him, and there was a big banner written "Yuejia Knife" behind him, which was obviously the Yuejia Martial Arts Hall in the famous provincial city, and there was only one person on the other side, if Ye Xuan was here, he would definitely recognize him as Yan Zhendong who was performing in front of the restaurant that day.

"You northerner, selling martial arts in front of my Yue's knife door and driving you away, but you injured my apprentice, what do you call it?" Yue Xiong, the contemporary owner of the "Yuejia Knife" with a knife, stepped forward with a knife.

"Yan Zhendong!" Yan Zhendong looked at Yue Xiong and said in a flat tone.

"Our Yue's seven-way knife technique, fighting all over the nineteen provinces, this time I will do my best to be a landlord, let you make three moves first!" Yue Xiong held the knife in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a murderous aura flashed in his eyes.

"Agreed!" Yan Zhendong saw that this duel was inevitable, so he let go of a faint fist hug.

"Drink!" Yan Zhendong shouted violently, and in a few steps he came to Yue Xiong, flicked his legs, and attacked Yue Xiong like a raging storm.

Liang Kuan watched the two people competing not far away, and both of them moved extremely fast, making Liang Kuan dizzy.

Suddenly, Yan Zhendong in the field turned over with a divine carp, kicked his legs hard at Yue Xiong's chin, Yue Xiong spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof" in his mouth, and his body slammed straight behind him, retreating five or six meters before barely stopping.

"Second move!" Yan Zhendong was unforgiving, stretched out two fingers and compared them lightly, and then the whole person rushed towards Yue Xiong again.

Bang bang bang!!

If Yue Xiong can resist a few times in the previous move, Yue Xiong doesn't even have the strength to fight back in this move, Yan Zhendong's fist is like an arrow, his legs are like wind, Yue Xiong reluctantly resisted a few times, Yan Zhendong flew up with a kick, kicked heavily in the chest, Yue Xiong "bang", directly crashed into the pile of firewood, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Yue Xiong's eyes were full of unwilling and vicious looks, and the knife in his hand was pulled out with a "poof", and he looked at Yan Zhendong who came over fiercely.

Yan Zhendong looked at Yue Xiong, who had drawn the long knife in his hand, his face was full of resentment, and the corners of his mouth were still bloody, and he said lightly: "Master Yue, draw the knife before the three moves arrive, and if you continue to fight, I'm afraid it will kill you, forget it!" Then he turned and left.

"Don't go!" Yue Xiong looked at Yan Zhendong who turned away, his eyes were full of murderous energy, and when Yan Zhendong was about to turn away, he ran behind Yan Zhendong violently, waved the long knife in his hand, and slashed at Yan Zhendong fiercely.

The knife flashed in the firelight, and the Yue family knife was really amazing, making it as fast as lightning, as fast as abnormal, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen knives had been chopped.

Swish!

Suddenly, Yue Xiong slashed at Yan Zhendong's chest, and in an instant, the two stood still as if they had pressed the pause button.

Yue Xiong held the long knife and squinted at Yan Zhendong, who was still and motionless, and a blood-devouring smile broke out at the corner of his mouth.

"Whew!" Suddenly, Yan Zhendong, who was originally immovable, turned around, exhaled a long breath, and looked at Yue Xiong with anger in his eyes: "Plotting against me?!" ”

"What?" The smile on Yue Xiong's face froze, and he looked at the place where Yan Zhendong was cut by him, only to see that the clothes there were torn, and the skin on them was smooth, and there were no knife marks left.

"Yikes! --" Yue Xiong had some bad premonitions in his heart, and he shouted violently, the long knife waved, and the seven-way Yue family's knife technique was opened, like a raging storm, slashing towards Yan Zhendong.

"Drink!" Yan Zhendong's body flickered, flashed a few knives, suddenly narrowed his eyes, his bare hands were empty, and his palms actually grabbed the long knife that Yue Xiong slashed from, and then his right leg flicked and kicked Yue Xiong's head fiercely. Yue Xiong was kicked by this and fell backwards unsteadily, but Yan Zhendong didn't let him go like this, and with a big hand, he directly pulled his braid in his hand.

Yue Xiong only felt a pain in the back of his head, his heart was ruthless, the long knife in his hand slashed towards his back, cutting off his braids, and then his body turned sharply, the long knife in his hand was like wind and fire, as fast as thunder, and a knife slashed firmly on Yan Zhendong's body.

If it were an ordinary person, I was afraid that it would have been cut into meat sauce by Yue Xiong's knife a long time ago, but the long knife slashed on Yan Zhendong's body, but it did not seem to be cut on the flesh, but as if it was cut on top of gold and iron, making a "sonorous" sound like gold and iron colliding.

The more Yue Xiong hit, the more wrong it became, and he kicked the sand on the ground, forcing Yan Zhendong to retreat, and then his figure flashed, and he looked at Yan Zhendong coldly not far away, and said in surprise: "Iron cloth shirt?!" ”

Yan Zhendong patted the clothes on his body that were about to be cut into rags as if nothing happened, looked at Yue Xiong and sneered: "I have already made you three moves, admit defeat!" ”

"There must be a flaw!" Yue Xiong was unwilling, he shouted, his body jumped, and the long knife attacked Yan Zhendong's lower plate.

Yan Zhendong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, his body jumped, and he kicked Yue Xiong's head, Yue Xiong spurted out another mouthful of blood, and his body involuntarily fell forward.

Unrelenting to Yue Xiong, Yan Zhendong's murderous intent skyrocketed, and he chased after Yan Zhendong, and Yue Xiong heard the footsteps behind him, his body froze steeply, and with a move back, the long knife in his hand stabbed at Yan Zhendong behind him.

"Whew! －－”

The long knife pierced his shirt but could not pierce Yan Zhendong's body, but Yan Zhendong's hand was fiercely inserted into Yue Xiong's throat.

Burst! As soon as Yan Zhendong closed his hand, the blood in Yue Xiong's throat spurted out like a gushing spring, his eyes were round, and he lay straight on the ground with unwillingness in his eyes.

The heavy rain fell, as if to cleanse the bloody atmosphere between heaven and earth.

Liang Kuan stood in the rain in a daze, looking at the independent Yan Zhendong, with a determined look in his eyes.

The rain became heavier and heavier, Yan Zhendong glanced at the long knife that Yue Xiong had dropped on the ground, sighed, and walked towards the city.

When he came to the city, a burst of hunger came from Yan Zhendong's belly. In the rain, Yan Zhendong stood in front of a fish stall, smelling the smell of fish coming from the fish stall, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

It wasn't until he saw that the fish stall boss had finished killing the fish that Yan Zhendong turned his head violently and shouted at Liang Kuan, who had been following him: "What are you following me for?" ”

"My name is Liang Kuan, I am from Meixian, the provincial capital is three religions and nine streams, my kung fu is not at home, I was chased to the end of the road, even mixed food, I was beaten by people as a rat on the street, your kung fu is so good, accept me as an apprentice!" Liang Kuan knelt in the rain and looked at Yan Zhendong begging.

"Alas!" Looking at Liang Kuan, who was kneeling on the ground, Yan Zhendong sighed, shook his head and said helplessly: "Good kung fu?" It's not your own place, it's the same as the end of the road! ”

As he spoke, he swallowed his saliva and looked at the noodle stall not far away.

Liang Kuan looked back at the noodle stall with Yan Zhendong's movements, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly got up and said to Yan Zhendong: "Master, you are hungry, you first find a place to shelter from the rain, and I will think of a way." ”

After speaking, he walked cautiously towards the noodle stall, and saw that there was still some noodle soup left after someone had just finished eating, so he secretly poured the leftovers that others had eaten together, and trotted towards Yan Zhendong, who was sitting not far away, with half a bowl of noodle soup.

"Uncle, come in and sit down, "Have a glass of wine!" ”

The girl next to her was soliciting guests with a flamboyant show, and Yan Zhendong sat in the corner and looked at Liang Kuan, who was stealing noodle soup for himself not far away, with a flickering look in his eyes.

"Master, you drink a bowl of soup!" Liang Kuan took out the noodle soup hidden in his arms and carefully handed it to Yan Zhendong.

Yan Zhendong looked at Liang Kuan in front of him, and then at the noodle soup in front of him, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly took the bowl and drank it with a grunt. After taking a few sips, he saw that Liang Kuan was also swallowing saliva next to him and watching him drink, thought for a while, and handed the remaining few mouthfuls of soup to Liang Kuan. As soon as Liang Kuan took the bowl, he was not polite and drank it directly.

"Two men drinking a bowl of soup is really lacking in virtue." The ** of Qunfang Courtyard next to him saw the two people sitting in the corner, and took a sip of tea and looked at them disdainfully.

"Godmother, do you want to call Agen out and drive them away?" A girl who picked up the customer next to him said flatteringly.

Seeing that he was looked down upon by these women, Yan Zhendong's eyes suddenly became firm, and he said fiercely: "I must make a name for myself in Foshan, and see who dares to look down on me again!" ”

"Yes, you must make a name for yourself!" Liang Kuan's head lifted up from the bowl and said in support.

"In the provincial capital, who can fight the most? Is it Huang Feihong? Yan Zhendong said suddenly.

"Huh?" Liang Kuan was stunned for a moment.

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Personally, I think this Yan Zhendong is a tragic ** thing that is difficult for a penny to be a hero, forced by the helplessness of life, and finally died tragically under the foreign guns of foreigners after practicing martial arts for half a lifetime, so Tangshui wants to change his fate, and wastes more pen and ink, I hope you can forgive me for reading the book!