On the sand surface.

The sky is full of stars, and the jade hook hangs in the air.

The jousting ring is now in a state of semi-ruin, and one side has collapsed most of it, but fortunately it is a mortise and tenon structure, so the collapsed part of it is in a state of broken threads, and it has not sunk into the river; The place where there is no collapse is not much better, it is basically a pit by pit, and when you look down, you can see the river flowing through.

In short, the jousting ring is like a broken sieve, and the broken part is connected to the main body by relying on several small wooden strips.

At this moment, there are very few people in the martial arts ring, except for Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong, the rest of the people left in a hurry when Sifu was blown up - the players from Western countries were supporting each other's injuries to return to the Shamian Concession, and the three masters rushed back to the martial arts hall with an anxious look to support the overall situation.

Yan Zhendong looked a little excited at this time, because of the previous bet, he won. In the eyes of others, it's just a bet, and it's not to knock Huang Feihong down, is it worth being so excited.

If you think back to the plot of the movie "Huang Feihong - Top Gun", when he was in Foshan, Yan Zhendong was abused by Huang Feihong from beginning to end in the Shahe Gang, and any iron cloth shirt was fake, and his hand and foot joints were almost broken by Huang Feihong.

Therefore, even if it is a small bet, in Yan Zhendong's heart, it is also something worth exciting.

After hearing the sound of explosives, Huang Feihong came to the bridge, staring at the location of Sifu with his eyes, and looked at it in a daze for a long time.

He didn't pay much attention to the civil strife and bets of foreigners, but the affairs of Sifu couldn't help but take it to heart for a warrior wearing the robe of a national hero.

However, he is no longer the head coach of the Black Flag Army, and the militia has been disbanded, so even if he wants to intervene in the civil strife in the inner city of Canton, he can't do anything.

So, what should the people of Canton do?

On the bridge, in addition to the two people who had their own thoughts, there was another person standing in front of them, only to see Shen Zhu standing on the bridge calmly, he sometimes closed his eyes and listened carefully, the sound of the river flowing quietly under his feet, as well as the sound of gunfire, explosives, fighting and fleeing in the inner city; Sometimes I look down and see a crescent moon reflected on the water, and with the evening breeze caressing from time to time, the river stirs up patches of floating light and gold.

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound of cannonballs from behind.

Following the prestige, Huang Feihong looked at the Shamian Concession with a shocked expression, at this time it was suffering from the baptism of cannonballs, and a large group of foreigners were fleeing for their lives. Looking further away, I saw that at the pier on the other side of Baietan, a warship was facing five or six warships, and they were firing at each other.

"Boom! Click! “

Soon, ships such as merchant ships and sand boats docked at the pier were sunk by shells that were out of range in just a few minutes.

"What's going on?" Huang Feihong was really dumbfounded at this time, there are still signs of civil strife in Guangfu, maybe someone is dissatisfied with the corrupt rule of the Qing Dynasty and broke out, but what about foreigners, he really can't think of the reason for the civil strife of foreigners.

"Be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, Huang Feihong instantly squatted down to dodge, only to see an iron egg-shaped cannonball flying from a distance, passing through the sky above the bridge, and the gale drove Shen Zhu's hair and smashed straight down on the river not far from the martial arts ring.

"Sect Master, do you think we should dodge first." Yan Zhendong asked.

"The water is calm and the wind is not stopping."

Shen Zhu sighed suddenly, turned around and said calmly: "Master Yan, in the red dust, there are trials everywhere that can be transformed into calamities. “

These words are a bit of a riddle, and Yan Zhendong doesn't seem to understand it. He thought for a while, but still didn't know what he meant, so he put it aside, took out his pocket watch, and saw that it was already a child, and said, "Master, the time has come." “

"Hmm." Shen Zhu said to Huang Feihong: "Master Huang, we have something to deal with now, so we will leave." “

After giving the salute, Shen Zhu and Yan Zhendong flew down directly, took a few steps in the river, and then deceived themselves to the shore.

Huang Feihong saw that the direction of the two of them leaving was not the inner city, but straight up the coast to the East Bridge, and he was very puzzled in his heart: "It's so late, what are they going to do over there?" “

East Street is a passage under the management of the French Consulate, and a few hundred meters further along the coast is the Canton Post Office, and now at this moment, the area from the Canton Post Office to the Yuanjun Ancient Temple in Nancheng is in turmoil with scattered fires and gunshots.

But.

Shen Zhu and Yan Zhendong actually walked over there, weren't they worried about their own safety?

Or is there a shadow of them in tonight's turmoil?

Thinking of this, Huang Feihong immediately followed, he wanted to know what the two of them were going to do over there.

At the East Bridge.

A group of worshippers dressed in white robes embroidered with green leaves, in the busy work, can see that the parts that have been built have been moved out of a hutong, and soon, a five-meter-high silhouette of a wooden building appears on the shore.

"Is the sacrifice ready, if not, hurry up, and wait for the sect leader to come." One of them was directing the congregation to set up the things needed for the altar.

This person is Chen Jianhu, the captain of the sharpshooter guard, his task tonight is to build an altar on this side of the East Bridge, his task is not easy, not only to deal with the inquiries of officers and soldiers, but also to secretly clean up the fish that have slipped through the net.

Yes, in the Shamian Concession, there are still several captains with their respective team members, harvesting the lives of some important people.

"Captain, look." A disciple suddenly walked over, took out a large pile of drawing paper, quickly flipped through a few pictures, presented a portrait with a thin face and a contemptuous expression, and then pointed to a group of foreigners who fled in front of him.

Chen Jianhu squinted and saw a man in a dress with a few cracks hiding in the crowd, he looked a little frightened at this time, and when he saw a group of Divine Tree Sect disciples in front of him, he immediately lowered his hat and hid his figure behind a tall white man to avoid Chen Jianhu's gaze.

"Don't worry, let the two brothers follow." As soon as the words fell, Chen Jianhu secretly made a throat-cutting motion.

"Oh, Jack, what do you say these Chinese are doing?" A white man with curly blond hair paused for a few glances at the wooden building.

"Whatever they do, the Russian soldiers have been killed, we have to get out of here quickly." The man from Jack said with a contemptuous expression as he hugged the luggage package in his arms.

"Oh, thank you very much, there are these stupid Chinese blocking the footsteps of the Tsarist Russian soldiers."

"Oh my God, where are we going to flee?"

"Let's go ask the Qing government for help!"

……

There were missionaries, merchants, sailors, and travelers...... They are all a group of ordinary people, and they are not on the list of assassinations of the Divine Tree Sect.

"Hey, Chinese, get out of here quickly, and the Tsarist soldiers will be killed later." A missionary, dressed in a black robe, who was fifty years old, walked out of the crowd with an anxious expression and said to the Divine Tree cultists who were busy with their work.

"I kind of understand why the sect leader let go of these foreign devils." After hearing this, Chen Jianhu suddenly understood why Shen Zhu's previous order was only aimed at consulate personnel and soldiers, as well as some foreigners with bad deeds. It seems that it was not only the rulers of the Western countries who convinced them that it was the turmoil caused by the Tsarist Russians.