"Do you regret teaching me that trick?" Wang Churen stopped again, turned around and asked: "Your kung fu is a little interesting in that move, some practical, forget it, I don't have time to practice my own kung fu, I don't know how much better than you when I practice two things, it's not interesting to waste time by practicing your broken kung fu, I see that your age is not easy, and the person is really good, so I will tell you, my name is Wang Churen, my master is Wang Chongyang, although I learned a yang finger, I am not an apprentice of a lamp." ”

After speaking, Wang Churen turned around and continued to walk north.

"It's actually Wang Chongyang's apprentice......! That's right, the skills at a young age are so perverted, I am afraid of the innate skills that I have practiced since I was a child, but how did Wang Chongyang pass down the old way of Yiyang Finger. As soon as he finished muttering this sentence to himself, Old Man Hong noticed Wang Churen who had walked away.

Seeing that he really looked down on the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending", Hong Lao's mind was suddenly extremely embarrassed: "Although I have practiced the two unique magic skills, there is no need to be greedy for the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending", but there is no need to be so disdainful, my Northern Beggars are the same names as them, no, how can my Northern Beggar's mastery be so despised and disdainful, since I opened my mouth to teach him a trick, then tell him that the most complicated Kanglong has regrets, so that this kid can see that the true magic of my palm is not worse than other people's mastery." ”

After thinking about it, Old Man Hong hurriedly chased after Wang Churen and said loudly: "Wang boy, I always call Hua always to talk and talk, so I will teach you a trick Kang Long has regrets, but I will only say it once, you have to listen well." ”

Then Old Man Hong followed behind Wang Churen and quickly and concisely mentioned the method of "Kanglong has regrets" and the way to develop the momentum.

This is a cup of tea, and Old Man Hong only described the essence of this trick completely, and praised the power by the way, but many details were hidden from Wang Churen.

The old man was full of confidence in this strongest palm, stopped, and looked forward to Wang Churen turning back with interest after hearing this, and then asked for advice from himself, and then taught him again.

After waiting for a few breaths, Wang Churen's figure was farther away, and the old man Hong thought that what he just said made him take it seriously, and the young man couldn't put aside his face to ask for advice, and hurriedly shouted: "Wang boy, have you heard this trick clearly?" ”

After waiting for a few more breaths, the situation was still the same, Old Man Hong couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted while following up: "Wang boy, didn't you listen to the old man call me to speak?" ”

At this shout, Wang Churen stopped, turned to the happy old man Hong and said: "Old Hua, you are not bothered, you want to go north and we will go together, but don't mutter to me along the way!" ”

"You're ......!" Old man Hong was so angry that he almost stumbled under his feet.

"What are you, Wang Laodao's innate skills I think are waste, what's so great about your broken palm technique, just be a treasure, hide it, what's so difficult to learn, look." After Wang Churen finished speaking, he drew a half circle with his left hand, pushed out with a palm of his right hand, and a palm force of more than two feet greeted Old Man Hong.

"You...... You......! Personally feeling the unique majestic palm wind of the "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon", Old Man Hong was shocked and stammered.

"You, gone!" Wang Churen turned and flew by.

Looking at Wang Churen's increasingly blurred back in the moonlight, Old Man Hong came back to his senses and shouted into the distance: "Hey, Wang boy, how do you know this technique, I haven't told you more than a few important acupoints, you, you stop!" ”

"Oh, Wang boy......, slow down, stop and tell me!"

"Stop, I'll ask you who else knows how to do this!"

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Wang Churen turned a deaf ear to the shouts from time to time behind him, and made every effort to "act vigorously and resolutely", and in less than half an hour, he threw away the old man Hong who was chasing behind.

After another four days of traveling north, Wang Churen arrived at Beijing, the central capital.

Zhongdu is the capital of the Jin country at this time, the city is majestic, the palace is magnificent, there is no common withered scene in the northern prefecture and county, the city is unusually prosperous, it can be said that it is rich and majestic in the world, its meteorological prosperity, even if the old Beijing Bianliang of the Song Dynasty, the new capital Lin'an, is far less.

Seeing that the city is so prosperous, Wang Churen thought that it would not be easy to find a big inn here as the headquarters, and the shopkeeper would definitely refuse to sell it if the price was low, and he would not be able to afford to buy it at a high price, so he could not buy it by some special means.

However, the results of the next day's inquiry were even worse than Wang Churen expected, it turned out that the big shops in the city were not owned by individual merchants, and most of these shops were only other people's domestic slaves, responsible for daily operations, and the ownership was in the hands of various gold nobles, so it was extremely tricky to find the shopkeeper to sell them.

Only then did Wang Churen realize the difference between the Jin State and the Song State, although there was a hierarchy between the people of the Song State, but there was no slave existence, and some slaves and maids were just criminals and bankrupts who had lost their personal freedom, and they could still retain their personal private rights, such as enjoying private property rights, so the common people of the Song State could also become big businessmen.

But the Jin State is different, the Jin State is a Jurchen country, this country originally exercised a slave clan tribal system, a few Jurchen slave owners are the subjects of this country, and most of the rest are only Jurchen slaves.

There is no simple hierarchy between people, but the difference between slaves and slave owners, and slaves are things that cannot be compared with livestock, let alone retain personal rights.

Although these two generations of Jin emperors released many slaves and improved the status of other tribes under their rule, the time limit was still short after all, and Zhongdu was a concentrated settlement of the Jurchens, and the big merchants here were all original big slave owners.

In this way, how could Wang Churen, a Han man, still be able to buy a big store in Zhongdu, and those wealthy nobles didn't bother to deal with him at all, and he didn't even have the opportunity to meet the envoys.

Even if he realized the crux of the problem, Wang Churen still had no choice, whether it was to use force or use mind-stirring techniques, he could not properly solve the problem of store ownership.

Who would believe that a Jurchen nobleman would sell or give a huge amount of property to an inconsequential Han for no reason, if you want to cover it up with a heart-splitting technique, then Wang Churen doesn't know how many people will use it in the future, after all, too many people will pay attention to the behavior of a powerful family member, and this kind of rash means will most likely lead to annoyance.

Wang Churen had no choice but to change his strategy, giving up the plan to find a big inn as a stronghold, and preparing to find some small inns to start, these shops are either ordinary Jurchens or Han Chinese, the price is much lower, and it will not be noticeable to change hands.

The next morning, Wang Churen went to the north of the city early to wander around, no longer looking at the splendid restaurants on both sides of the street, but looking around in the corners and alleys for small shops that matched his heart.

As soon as he finished shopping the three small streets, Wang Churen suddenly heard the noise of people on the street, and the noise was clearly accompanied by the sound of clattering horses' hooves and the sonorous sound of metal colliding.

Whether the Emperor of Jin was on patrol, or the Jurchens were engaged in a military parade, Wang Churen was curious, walked through the crowd, stood on the side of the street and looked south, only to see a long column of cavalry slowly marching side by side.

These Jurchen knights are obviously elite soldiers, strong horses, strict queues, the left team is armed with spears, the right team is armed with maces, each is full of spirits, the body and horses are clearly armored, the armor is bright, and the military appearance is extremely prosperous.

In the long column, two richly dressed young men were escorted to the left and right, and the younger one of them had a towering nose and a handsome appearance, and his expression was calm and graceful under the attention of countless people on the street.

The older young man was also good-looking, but his expression was extremely arrogant, and he drove his horse slowly and looked around proudly, with a smug smile on his face, and glanced at the crowd on the street.

As the soldiers and horses marched by, two noble young men approached, and the crowds on both sides of the long street were full of discussions.

"My Dajin Kingdom is so strong, who is the enemy in the world!"

"Yes, sooner or later this world will belong to our Dajin Kingdom!"

"Is my Dajin going to the north to fight the Mongols?"

"Little Mongolia, with only tens of thousands of soldiers, how dare you be the enemy of my Dajin, these strong soldiers are afraid that they will go to Mongolia to collect New Year's tribute."

"It's His Royal Highness King Zhao and King Rong!"

"The Sixth Prince is really extraordinary!"

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