And at this time.

A cultist quickly ran to Shen Zhu, bent down to salute, and said, "Tell the sect leader that there are a few people on the other side of Shamian who have been injured by foreign devils with guns. ”

"Are there any members of this religion? What is the condition of the injured? ”

Shen Zhu frowned slightly, he had already negotiated with the British and French ambassadors "friendly" about the venue of the martial arts competition, in order to avoid the conflict between the Chinese and the foreigners, so the site was placed in the river between Shamian and the provincial capital.

The foreigners watched from the sand, and the Cantonese people watched from the other side.

In this way, both sides can watch with peace of mind without worrying about bullets and bows and arrows suddenly shooting from the shadows.

But now, he heard that someone was being injured, wasn't this a slap in the face, so now he began to get angry, what the hell were the British and French ambassadors doing, did they explain to their subordinate soldiers about the ring of the martial arts competition.

"The congregants were not injured, but their relatives and friends were injured. Due to the presence of Huang Feihong at the time, the injured person is now temporarily saving his life. The disciples were very surprised by Huang Feihong's medical skills, so in terms of tone, they had a little admiration for Huang Feihong.

Hearing that no one was killed, Shen Zhu breathed a sigh of relief.

In addition to ensuring the smooth running of the martial arts competition, the construction of the ring has another meaning.

In these years, it is useless to just scatter money to let the refugees eat and drink for nothing, and if you want to help the refugees solve the problem of food and clothing, what you need is a stable job.

Therefore, Shen Zhu wanted to use this to build a ring, so that those homeless refugees, or some poor families among the disciples, could steal a little skill from the builders.

In this way, some of them may be able to join the construction industry and make a living of subsistence and clothing.

Therefore, he didn't want a good thing to turn into a bad thing and waste someone's life in vain.

After changing his clothes, Shen Zhu walked out of the gate quickly, and instructed the disciples: "Take me to the scene of the quilt, and let the disciples come out to identify which foreign devil fired the gun." ”

In fact, he also wanted civilians to stand up and identify foreigners, but in the late nineteenth century, except for the people of the religious gangs, everyone was afraid of the government, and the government was afraid of foreigners.

So how can any civilians dare to come out to identify foreigners, they are very afraid that they will be arrested by the government and yamen on trumped-up charges to make amends to foreigners afterwards, and when the time comes, they will fall into the hands of foreigners, and they will still have a good end?

At this point, Shen Zhu couldn't help but think of the plot that happened in Wong Feihong's first movie.

In order to prove his innocence to the government yamen, when Huang Feihong captured the leader of the Shahe Gang and wanted these onlookers to confess the crime, the surrounding crowd immediately dispersed.

The onlookers are still like this, not to mention the restaurant owner who was blackmailed by the Shahe Gang. The owner of the restaurant understands the principle of protecting himself very well, so he said that Huang Feihong's kung fu is really amazing, especially the head of the Shahe Gang, who is fine if he falls from such a high place.

……

It was precisely because he was well aware of the social conditions at the end of the nineteenth century that Shen Zhu would not struggle to curry favor with the common people, so he started with religious gangs, and only these "outlaws" dared to compete head-on with foreigners and the government.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhu couldn't help but have an indisputable sigh of sorrow for the civilians of this period.

"The Sect Master has arrived."

The voice of the disciple came from the right hand, Shen Zhu gathered his distracting thoughts, raised his eyes, and saw that the martial arts arena had been built into a semi-finished product on the river in front of him, but now no one dared to wade into the water to build it, and they all stayed on the shore, ten meters away from Shen Zhu and his party.

When Shen Zhu turned his gaze to them, they all lowered their heads and walked into the alley and alley, but when they caught a glimpse of Shen Zhu not paying attention to them, they stopped again and stood in place to watch Shen Zhu's next moves.

What's more, some people were hiding in the pile of debris, and seeing that there was no way out, they couldn't help but look at Shen Zhu and them with a frightened expression, for fear that Shen Zhu and his party would come over.

At this time, Shen Zhu was quite helpless when he saw this, he was not an officer and a foreigner, and he didn't shoot and hurt people, and he hadn't spoken yet to let you come over to recognize people, do you need to look at him with such panicked eyes.

Shen Zhu didn't have time to entangle the thoughts of these cowards, and asked, "Which sectarian saw the foreigner shoot with his own eyes?" ”

"Master, it's me." As he spoke, a cultist, dressed in a thin coat that had been sewn a dozen times and had an ox's tail around his neck, stepped out of the back of the line.

Before he could reach Shen Zhu, the sectist suddenly knelt on the solid soil surface scattered with sand and stones, glanced at the side of the sand with hatred in his eyes, and said, "Please ask the sect master to make decisions for his subordinates." ”

With that, the cultist slammed his head on the ground, and blood immediately poured from under his forehead, staining his face red-faced.

Seeing this, Shen Zhu first sighed inwardly: "Did I say that I didn't make the decision, what you did was nothing more than forcing me to trouble foreigners." Hey, try someone else, and no one will pay attention to you even if you break your head. ”

But this wind can't rise, Shen Zhu doesn't want to be forced to call the shots like this every day in the future, so he first waved his sleeves and said indifferently: "Bingwei, how should this person be handled." ”

"Sect Master, this person is accused of persecuting the Sect Master, so he will be punished with thirty rods."

As soon as the words fell, two guards walked out from behind Shen Zhu, their faces and eyes were very indifferent, like a wooden man without joy, anger and sorrow.

Ignoring the pleading and struggling disciples, they pressed him to the ground, and then lifted him high one by one and smashed him down in an instant.

"Bang bang."

With the sound of sticks and flesh ringing in the shore, blood began to gush out of the buttocks, and soon the ground was soaked with blood.

The sound of wailing and pain made the believers and nearby onlookers feel their hair tingle, and they all turned their heads sideways and couldn't bear to watch.

At this time, many people began to avoid Shen Zhu's sight in fear.

At the same time, the believers looked trembling, for fear of being punished for the sin of joint sitting.

At this time, seeing that the disciple was about to faint to death, Yan Zhendong's heart was a little unbearable, and he wanted to open his mouth to plead, but Shen Zhu directly gave Yan Zhendong an indifferent and ruthless look and asked him to swallow back the words behind.

"Sect Master, this person has finished his punishment." The two guards didn't even glance at the disciples who were already in the mud on the ground, and directly put away their sticks and returned to Shen Zhu's back.

One of the management methods, where there is a penalty, there is a reward.

Shen Zhu, who has received a modern education, of course knows the management method of "holding a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other", since this person has been severely punished, then there should be a reward, otherwise how should he manage and convince this group of outlaws.

Taking the porcelain bowl handed over by one of the guards, Shen Zhu dripped a trace of green water from his fingers, and then motioned for the guards to pour the water into the stomachs of the dying disciples.

That trace of green water is converted by one hundredth of a drop of white Wishing Power Spring Water, and its effect is like the skill of the game to restore blood, which can pull people back from the realm of frequent death, of course, the effect of adding blood is not like the game, as long as there is a little blood, you can jump around, but so that the punished person can not die due to excessive blood loss, he still needs the help of others to walk.

Shen Zhu didn't think there was anything to be surprised about.

But at the moment.

Except for some believers who were in the know, the other onlookers couldn't help but be surprised, they couldn't believe the facts in front of them, what was going on?