1895, Spring, Caozhou.

The spring is cold, and the snow under the eaves has not completely melted.

In the front yard of Feng's house, a group of men with big shoulders and round waists lined up neatly, punching and kicking their legs.

The men sweated like rain, exhaled hot air from their mouths and noses, wore thin shirts, and shouted like thunder.

"Give me a little serious, Zhang Jin, who the fuck let you sit down, get up for me!"

"Sweat more now, and only when you meet bandits can you shed less blood, do you know these truths?"

"Get up for me!"

A middle-aged man with a small stature, wearing a green cloth horse coat and a mustache, walked among these strong men at this time, teaching a lesson in his mouth and kicking from time to time.

The man he taught was much stronger than him, but he couldn't withstand his seemingly random kick, and the kicker bared his teeth, but quickly corrected his posture.

"Master Zhao, when will I be as invulnerable as you when I wait for my body to boil up like this?"

In the crowd, someone couldn't help but ask.

The middle-aged man turned his head, looked at the person who asked the question, and scolded with a smile: "If kung fu is so easy to learn, wouldn't everyone be a master?" Who would be afraid of foreigners' muskets and cannons? ”

"I tell you, if you want to be as invulnerable as me, you have to work hard, give me a good body, don't be fucking lazy."

"If you're lazy now, you're going to lose your life in the future!"

Everyone nodded again and again, becoming more and more serious and insistent.

Zhao Jinhuan nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, several people walked out of the hall, led by a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body.

He is the owner of this mansion, Feng Changren.

Zhao Jinhuan saw Feng Changren coming out, walked over quickly, and said with a smile: "Feng Yuanwai, get up so early?" ”

Feng Changren smiled: "Get used to it, but Master Zhao, you, are you still used to living here these days?" ”

Zhao Jinhuan arched his hand and smiled: "Zhao is in exile in the rivers and lakes, and he is already content to have a place to live, and Feng Yuanwai is grateful to be able to take Zhao in." ”

"Hey, Master Zhao's words are wrong, you are willing to appreciate your face, stay with me, it is the fate of you and me, not to mention Master Zhao, you also helped me train the domestic servants of the nursing home, it is Feng who wants to thank you."

"Zhao's little trick is difficult to get into the hall of elegance, but it makes Feng Yuanwai fall in love, hahaha."

Although Zhao Jinhuan's mouth was modest, his face was full of bold smiles.

Obviously, he didn't think that his skills were a trivial trick.

Feng Changren said with a smile: "Master Zhao, if your ability is still a trick, I'm afraid no one in the world will dare to call it a hero." ”

"Hahaha, Feng Yuanwai has tormented Zhao." Zhao Jinhuan waved his hand again and again, laughing.

After some politeness, Feng Changren pulled Zhao Jinhuan into the living room.

The two sat down, and a maid poured tea and served snacks.

Feng Changren then got to the point: "Master Zhao, what Feng pleaded for yesterday, I don't know what Master Zhao thought about?" ”

Zhao Jinhuan drank a cup of tea and said with a smile: "Feng Yuanwai, although my hard qigong is not a superior kung fu, it is not passed on by everyone. ”

"Master Zhao's kung fu, Feng is admired by the five-body casting, I don't know what conditions Master Zhao has, so he is willing to accept the dog as an apprentice. Although Master Zhao proposed it, Feng would definitely do his best to satisfy him. ”

Zhao Jinhuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Feng Yuanwai misunderstood, Zhao didn't want to put forward conditions, Zhao accepted apprentices, but unlike these rough men outside the professor, he wanted to worship under my door seriously." ”

"If Ling Gongzi wants to learn my skills, he needs to let me see the bones."

When Feng Changren heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately turned his head to look at the young man standing beside him: "Daoke, why don't you come over quickly, let Master Zhao take a good look!" ”

But he saw that the young man beside Feng Changren was seventeen or eighteen years old, his body was weak and his face was pale.

He is not very tall, only one meter in his early sevens, his facial features are delicate, and his eyes reveal a calmness that does not match his age.

Feng Ji, whose name is Daoke, is Feng Changren's son.

A few days ago, Feng Ji was a prostitute in Chunfeng Building, had a conflict with someone, was knocked unconscious, and woke up in a coma all night.

When I woke up, I was talking nonsense, full of weird words such as 'crossing' and 'car accident'.

Frightened, Feng Changren found a few doctors but couldn't heal him, so he sent to invite the foreign priests of the Holy Word Society.

Fortunately, within two days, his son's condition seemed to have stabilized, but he suddenly made a fuss about practicing martial arts.

Feng Changren gave birth to three daughters, just such a son, naturally he couldn't spoil it, so he agreed immediately.

After looking for a famous teacher several times, I finally invited this Master Zhao Jinhuan under the recommendation of a friend.

After Zhao Jinhuan came to Feng's house, Feng Changren hired him as the head of the school to teach the family nurses boxing techniques.

Naturally, some of the nurses were not convinced, Zhao Jinhuan performed hard qigong on the spot, and dozens of nurses were powerless to fight back, Feng Changren immediately treated him as a guest, and it was not until yesterday that he proposed to let his son worship him as a teacher.

Zhao Jinhuan did not agree immediately, but said to think about it.

That's what happened just now.

Feng Ji looked at the thin Zhao Jinhuan in front of him, and recalled the scene of this person playing with the nursing home yesterday, and he still couldn't believe it.

There are really people in this world who are not afraid of swords and axes!

As a traverser, he was originally a real materialist.

But the matter of crossing is already mysterious, and with the mysterious attribute panel in his mind, his worldview is no longer tense.

I originally thought that this picture was weak, coupled with the world background in the last years of the Qing Dynasty, there was chaos and banditry.

He naturally wanted to learn some kung fu to exercise his body, and he had some self-preservation power.

I never thought that there was such a thing as hard qigong in this world!

"Senior Feng Ji, meet Master Zhao."

Zhao Jinhuan was still quite expectant, but when he saw Feng Ji come out, he suddenly frowned slightly, and there was a look of disappointment in his eyes.

He shook his head and said, "Feng Gongzi is polite, I have a few questions I want to ask Feng Gongzi." ”

"Just call me Feng Ji, if there is any problem, Feng Ji must know everything."

Zhao Jinhuan nodded, and asked with a smile: "Feng Ji, your Feng family has a lot of money, you have been pampered since you were a child, why do you want to learn martial arts?" You need to know that practicing martial arts is not child's play, you have to practice Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, can you endure this hardship? ”

Feng Ji thought for a while and said: "Don't hide it from Master Zhao, Feng Ji is dedicated to martial arts, now in this world, bandits are rampant, foreigners are rampant, although my family has some assets, but I can't keep it all when there will be a disaster, if there is no these, I am just a weak man after all." ”

"If I can learn martial arts and succeed, firstly, I can strengthen my body, and secondly, I can protect my family members in Gaotang, what is the point of suffering some hardships?"

"I hope Master Zhao will be successful!"

As he spoke, he bowed deeply, his expression full of sincerity.