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Flying directly from China's inland provincial capital, directly to Jakarta in the South Seas, a heat wave rushed in.

Even a great master of national arts like Tang Zichen felt a little uncomfortable as soon as he got off the plane and felt this humid and stuffy air on the seaside.

"Whew~" she exhaled.

Everything in the wizarding world seemed to her mind like a dream, a sudden beginning, a chaotic and somewhat strange ending, and it seemed so incredible.

But on the surface, she was still so calm, as if nothing had happened. Prepare to walk out of the airport.

"Purple Dust!"

A voice that seemed to have been heard just a few hours ago rang in her ears.

She suddenly turned her head and saw Wang Yongzheng standing at the exit looking at her with a smile.

She couldn't help laughing uncontrollably, and snorted, like a girl.

Wang Yong was a little stunned, Tang Zichen was mostly indifferent in front of her, and he had never seen her so playful and cute, which made Wang Yong a little addicted.

Immortality is not an aging mentality as you experience more, but you always have a fresh feeling to experience the world.

Moreover, many of the mentality of old age is also caused by the deterioration of physical functions and the lack of various hormones.

Wang Yong does not have these problems.

In fact, as long as the ** ketone content is sufficient, men will always have a desire and urge to conquer everything.

"What do you think?" Tang Zichen stepped forward and patted Wang Yong's hand in a daze.

Yanran smiled and held it gently.

Wang Yong suddenly reacted, but found that Tang Zichen took the initiative to grab his hand, but that hand trembled slightly.

Wang Yong held the white and delicate little hand with ten fingers and contained it in his palm.

"Let's go!"

"Good!"

The two walked forward, facing the Indonesian sea breeze, Tang Zichen had a faint smile on his face.

When walking out of the airport.

Xie Li, a close confidant of Tang Zichen who picked up the airport, simply felt that her worldview was collapsing.

What did she see?

Tang Zichen, the leader of the Tang Sect, the common master in their hearts, Sister Chen, actually held hands with a man, just went to the mainland and came back? Fantastic.

It wasn't until Tang Zichen walked in front of her that she reacted.

"Xiaoli, let's drive."

"Oh, good."

Shelly's mind, which has always been in a state of indifference, has turned up a huge wave at this time, but this does not affect her driving.

On the way to the car, Tang Zichen sat on the plane for so long and circled the magic world, a little tired, resting on his shoulder, while Wang Yong looked at the scenery of Jakarta

As the capital of Indonesia, Jakarta certainly has many high-rise buildings, but more often than not, there are three or four stories of dilapidated buildings, mosques and tall minarets scattered everywhere.

Moreover, the city's appearance planning is very bad, the infrastructure is poor, the roads in the capital are full of potholes, and it seems that it has rained heavily or the tide is overflowing, there is a lot of sewage on the road, and motorcycles are passing through indiscriminately.

But there's also a bit of a southern flavor here. The coconut trees that can be seen everywhere, the smell of the sea in the air, and the sky washed after the heavy rain all made Wang Yong relax. There is some relaxation in the mentality.

Yes, the country of Indonesia is sinful, but the whole world, the light of God is eternal, and as the land predetermined by the messenger of God, there will be no sense of disgust.

Tang Zichen said suddenly: "You must be ready to come this time, looking at your dusty appearance, you must have been busy for a long time?" ”

"Well, come this time. We're going to make a big deal and turn him upside down, what do you think? ”

Wang Yong said with a smile, and such an adventurous and thrill-seeking psychology came out of his heart.

"Oh?" Tang Zichen opened his eyes and glanced at Wang Yong.

A dangerous factor was read in his eyes.

But as the great master of national arts, she has no fear in her heart, so what if she is crazy, she also wants to have a head-on battle with the hot weapons of this world.

After about an hour, the car finally stopped.

Wang Yong's ears immediately heard a loud sound.

"Hi, hi, hi!"

"Hi, hi, hi!"

This kind of sound seems to be the sound of hundreds or thousands of people gathering together to exercise.

It's a big school as soon as you get off the bus. On the large plaque at the school gate, three large Chinese characters of "Minglun Hall" are written, shining brightly.

This school, the janitor. Fences, flowers and trees, etc. should be well-equipped, tall school buildings. The playground, the lawn, and many yellow-skinned, dark-haired young Chinese students. Under the leadership of teachers or instructors, they are vigorously practicing martial arts routines on the playground.

Wang Yong along the way. Most of the people who looked at it were dark, thin and small, monkey-like natives of the Indonesian South Seas who had been sentenced to death in his psyche.

In front of the gathering of all black-haired and yellow-skinned Chinese in this "Minglun Hall", Wang Yong felt a little brighter in his heart.

Tang Zichen walked to the school gate and paused.

said to Wang Yong: "I have been away from Tangmen for a long time this time, and there are many things waiting for me to deal with, so let's talk about plans in the evening." ”

"Okay." Wang Yong agreed.

Wang Yong is not in a hurry, he still has some enjoyment of the current slightly peaceful life, once something is really triggered, causing an unprecedented chain reaction, that is, the turbulent waves that have never been seen in this new century.

He touched his fingers.

Shelly led him towards the school.

Wang Yong accosted: "Why is this school called 'Minglun Hall'? ”

Xie Li glanced at Wang Yong like an idiot, but she still explained in her mouth, her voice was a little hoarse: "1718." The Chinese living in the Ryukyus have consolidated their position in order to maintain their traditional culture and absolute superiority over the indigenous people. The first overseas school, Myeonglun Hall, was opened, and the writing and boxing methods were disseminated in a centralized manner. At that time, the boxing technique taught to Chinese children by Ryukyu Meirondo was 'Karashou', which later became 'Karate' in Japan. There is this ancient precedent, and later as long as it was an overseas Chinese school, a large part of it was called Minglun Hall. ”

"Ten years ago, it was in this city, after the massacre, Sister Chen took the funds of Chinese businessmen and set up this Minglun Hall in Jakarta, Surabaya, and Kali Danman. There are only Chinese language classes, martial arts classes, and weapons and firearms lectures. If they encounter a crisis, they will not be like the massacre ten years ago, blindly slaughtered by others, and do not know how to resist. ”

Wang Yong nodded, his mood was a little heavy, this may be just an embarrassing thing for others, but it is indeed a bloody and painful fact for the Indonesian Chinese.

When ordinary people encounter a crisis situation, most of their reaction is to be afraid. It's like a gangster robbing, and a group of people don't dare to move. That's scareless.

But if you have basic combat training, it is different, you are bold, you are smart, and you dare to resist. Tang Zichen opened a school and let all Chinese youth be trained systematically, if there is a riot next time, these people will not only be slaughtered, but will not resist.

The most important thing in martial arts is to increase people's courage and practice courage, although it is a modern society, riots have guns, but people have courage, calm in the face of riots, can organize together, and the probability of survival is at least ten times greater.

And most importantly, in the name of going to school, these people have been systematically trained, condensed, and as soon as they are launched, they are given weapons, and they are an army!

"But the Indonesian government is also very taboo about this."

"What's the taboo? We are a regular school. If they deprive us of the right to run a school, just call for it, will the black-skinned monkey stand the pressure of China's diplomacy? The continent is now not ten years ago. Shelly explained in a cold tone.

Wang Yong smiled slightly.