As the night breeze blew, Liang Kuan walked out of the theater with a lonely face, carrying a few tattered clothes on his back. He looked back at the black mask painted on the wall, tightened his clothes, and left without looking back.
When Liang Kuan first came out of Mei County, he was full of ambition. However, once he arrived at the provincial capital, he ran into obstacles everywhere. Now, he was even chased out of the theater and didn't know where he should go.
He had no money and didn't even have a place to rest. Fortunately, it was early summer now. Liang Kuan lay down at the corner of the street and prepared to sleep with the sky as his blanket and the ground as his bed tonight.
"As long as I can get to the Golden Mountain, it's better than staying here for a lifetime! Come on, don't be at a disadvantage. Take a look … One for you … "A voice came from not far away. Liang Kuan woke up from his sleep and saw that there was a publicity platform not far away. A comprador from China was making a ruckus on the platform.
Liang Kuan got up from the ground and looked at the comprador not far away. He felt around in his bosom and took out a piece of news paper to read. His heart was moved. He tidied up his behavior and walked towards the platform. He squeezed in front of the comprador and asked expectantly, "Are we going to the Golden Mountain? How do we get there?"
"Come on, come on, take a look and you'll know." The comprador enthusiastically stuffed the publicity paper into Liang Kuan's hands.
"Is it the Golden Mountain on the news paper?" Liang Kuan looked at the publicity paper and asked the comprador from China while holding the news paper in his hand.
"Yes, if you want to go, you have to pay 300 Longyang. The exportation fee, 40 taels for the boat ticket, and your own luggage and food. The contract will be signed for three years!" Seeing that Liang Kuan seemed to want to go, the comprador became even more enthusiastic and explained to Liang Kuan in detail.
"Isn't that almost two years' salary?" Liang Kuan asked in surprise when he heard so much money.
"You don't have money?"
"No!" Liang Kuan shook his head.
"If you don't have money, why are you going to Jinshan? Give it to the next one. Don't get in the way of others!" The comprador looked at Liang Kuan with disdain and snatched the paper back from his hands. He waved his hand and told him to leave.
Liang Kuan walked away with his head lowered. Suddenly, someone shouted, "There seems to be a duel at the factory!"
"Duel? Let's go and take a look! "
Liang Kuan followed the crowd and arrived at the side of a textile factory. There was a pile of firewood burning in an open space. Two groups of people were facing each other in front of the pile of firewood. The leader of one group was a middle-aged man with a saber. Beside him stood a few young disciples. Behind him was a large flag with the words "Yue Family Saber" written on it. It was obvious that they were from the famous Yue Family Dojo. On the other side, there was only one person. If Ye Xuan was here, he would definitely recognize him as Yan Zhendong who had been performing in front of the restaurant that day.
"You Northerner, selling your martial arts in front of my Yue Family Saber. I chased you away, but you injured my disciple. How should I address you?" The current dojo master of the "Yue Family Saber", Yue Xiong, walked forward and said.
"Yan Zhendong!" Yan Zhendong looked at Yue Xiong and said calmly.
"Our Yue Family's Seven Paths Saber Art has been used in nineteen provinces. This time, I will do my duty as a host and let you have three moves first!" Yue Xiong held his saber horizontally in front of his body. His eyes slightly narrowed and a murderous look flashed in his eyes.
"Thank you for letting me win!" Yan Zhendong saw that this duel was unavoidable, so he calmly cupped his fist and said.
"Ha!" Yan Zhendong fiercely shouted. In a few steps, he arrived in front of Yue Xiong. Both of his legs kicked out and attacked Yue Xiong like a violent storm.
Liang Kuan watched the two dueling from a distance. Both of their movements were extremely fast, causing Liang Kuan to be dazzled.
Suddenly, Yan Zhendong, who was in the middle of the field, used the Divine Carp Flip Body. Both of his legs ruthlessly kicked Yue Xiong's chin. With a "pu" sound, Yue Xiong spat out a mouthful of blood. His body violently fell backwards, and he only managed to stop after retreating for five or six meters.
"Second move!" Yan Zhendong, who had the upper hand, did not let Yue Xiong off. He extended two fingers and lightly gestured. Then, he rushed towards Yue Xiong again.
Bang bang bang!!!
If Yue Xiong could still resist the previous move, then he did not even have the strength to fight back this time. Yan Zhendong's fists were like arrows, and his legs were like the wind. Yue Xiong was barely able to resist a few times. Yan Zhendong's foot flew up and heavily kicked Yue Xiong's chest. With a "peng" sound, Yue Xiong directly crashed into the pile of firewood, and spat out another mouthful of blood.
Yue Xiong's eyes were filled with unwillingness and viciousness. With a "peng" sound, he pulled out the saber in his hand, and fiercely looked at the approaching Yan Zhendong.
Yan Zhendong looked at Yue Xiong, who had pulled out the long saber in his hand. Yue Xiong's face was filled with hatred, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth. He was in a sorry state. Yan Zhendong faintly said, "Master Yue, if you pull out your saber before the third move is over, I'm afraid that you will die if you continue to fight. Forget it!" After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Don't go!" Yue Xiong looked at Yan Zhendong, who had turned around and left. His eyes were filled with murderous intent. Taking advantage of the moment when Yan Zhendong was about to turn around and leave, Yue Xiong suddenly ran behind Yan Zhendong. He waved the long saber in his hand, and ruthlessly slashed towards Yan Zhendong.
The light of the saber flickered in the firewood. The Yue Clan's saber was indeed extraordinary. It was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it had already slashed out more than ten times.
"Shua!"
Suddenly, Yue Xiong's saber landed on Yan Zhendong's chest. In an instant, both of them stopped moving, as if a pause button had been pressed.
Yue Xiong held the long saber in his hand, and squinted at the motionless Yan Zhendong. The corners of his mouth curled up into a bloodthirsty smile.
"Hu!" Suddenly, the motionless Yan Zhendong turned around and let out a long breath. His eyes were filled with anger as he looked at Yue Xiong. "Plotting against me?!"
"What?" The smile on Yue Xiong's face froze. He looked at the place where Yan Zhendong had been slashed. Yan Zhendong's clothes were torn, and the skin was smooth. There wasn't even a scar left behind by the saber.
"Ya!" Yue Xiong had a bad premonition in his heart. With a loud shout, he brandished his long saber, and used the seven Yue Clan Saber Techniques. Like a violent storm, he slashed towards Yan Zhendong.
"Ha!" Yan Zhendong's figure flashed, and he dodged a few sabers. Suddenly, he squinted his eyes, and with his bare hands, he caught Yue Xiong's long saber between his palms. Then, he kicked Yue Xiong's head with his right leg. Yue Xiong was kicked, and his body became unstable as he fell backwards. However, Yan Zhendong didn't let him go so easily. He used his big hand to grab Yue Xiong's braid.
Yue Xiong felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. He hardened his heart, and the long saber in his hand fiercely slashed behind him, cutting off his own braid. Then, he quickly turned around, and the long saber in his hand moved like wind and fire, and as fast as lightning. Slash after slash landed solidly on Yan Zhendong's body.
If it was an ordinary person, they would have already been chopped into meat paste by Yue Xiong's saber. However, when the long saber landed on Yan Zhendong's body, it didn't feel like it was hitting flesh, but rather metal. "Clang, clang, clang" sounds of metal colliding rang out.
The more Yue Xiong fought, the more he felt that something was wrong. He kicked the sand on the ground, forcing Yan Zhendong to retreat. Then, his figure flashed, and he coldly looked at Yan Zhendong from a distance. He said in surprise, "Iron Skin?!"
Yan Zhendong nonchalantly patted the clothes on his body, which had almost been cut into rags. He looked at Yue Xiong and sneered, "I've already let you have three moves, admit defeat!"
"There must be a flaw!" Yue Xiong was not willing to give up. He shouted loudly, and with a leap, his long saber attacked Yan Zhendong's lower body.
A murderous intent flashed in Yan Zhendong's eyes. His figure jumped, and he kicked Yue Xiong's head. Yue Xiong spat out another mouthful of blood, and his body involuntarily fell forward.
Seeing that Yue Xiong was not willing to let him go, the murderous intent in Yan Zhendong's heart soared, and he chased after Yan Zhendong. When Yue Xiong heard the footsteps behind him, he suddenly stopped, and with a sudden thrust, the long saber in his hand fiercely stabbed at Yan Zhendong behind him.
"Chi! — — "
The long saber pierced through Yan Zhendong's clothes, but it could not pierce through his body. Meanwhile, Yan Zhendong's hand ruthlessly stabbed into Yue Xiong's throat.
"Pu!" Yan Zhendong withdrew his hand, and blood gushed out of Yue Xiong's throat like a fountain. Yue Xiong's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness as he lay on the ground.
The heavy rain fell, as if it wanted to wash away the smell of blood in this world.
Liang Kuan stood in the rain in a daze, and looked at the independent Yan Zhendong. His eyes flashed with determination.
The rain grew heavier, and Yan Zhendong glanced at the long saber that Yue Xiong had dropped on the ground. He sighed, and walked towards the city.
When he reached the city, Yan Zhendong's stomach felt hungry. In the rain, Yan Zhendong stood in front of a fish stall. As he smelled the fragrance of fish coming from the stall, he could not help but swallow his saliva.
When he saw that the owner of the fish stall had finished killing the fish, Yan Zhendong turned around abruptly and shouted at Liang Kuan, who had been following him, "Why are you following me?"
"My name is Liang Kuan, and I'm from Mei County. There are all sorts of people in the provincial capital, and my Kung Fu is not good enough. I've been chased to the end of the road, and even to make a living, I'm beaten like a street rat. Since your Kung Fu is so good, please accept me as your disciple!" Liang Kuan knelt in the rain, looked at Yan Zhendong, and pleaded.
"Sigh!" Looking at Liang Kuan, who was kneeling on the ground, Yan Zhendong sighed, shook his head, and said helplessly, "Good Kung Fu? It's not my place, and I'm still at the end of the road! "
As he spoke, he swallowed his saliva and looked at the noodle stall not far away.
Following Yan Zhendong's movement, Liang Kuan turned around to look at the noodle stall. His eyes lit up, and he suddenly stood up and said to Yan Zhendong, "Master, you must be hungry. Find a place to take shelter from the rain, and I'll think of a way."
After speaking, he walked carefully to the noodle stall. When he saw that some people had just finished eating, there was still some broth left, and no one had cleaned it up. He secretly poured the leftover broth into a bowl, and ran to Yan Zhendong, who was sitting not far away, with half a bowl of broth.
"Sir, come in and have a seat. Let's have a cup of wine!"
The girl at the side was trying to attract customers. Yan Zhendong sat in the corner and looked at Liang Kuan, who was not far away, stealing the broth for him. Yan Zhendong's eyes flickered with uncertainty.
"Master, have a bowl of broth!" Liang Kuan took out a bowl of broth from his pocket and carefully handed it to Yan Zhendong.
Yan Zhendong looked at Liang Kuan in front of him, and then looked at the broth in front of him. His eyes flickered for a moment, and he suddenly took the bowl and gulped it down. After drinking a few mouthfuls, he saw that Liang Kuan was also swallowing his saliva and watching him drink. After thinking for a moment, he handed the remaining few mouthfuls of broth to Liang Kuan. The moment Liang Kuan took the bowl, he did not stand on ceremony and immediately drank it.
"Two men drinking a bowl of broth. How wicked." When the girl from the Fragrance Courtyard saw the two sitting in the corner, she spat out a mouthful of tea and looked at them with disdain.
"Godmother, do you want to ask Ah Gen to come out and chase them away?" A girl at the side, who was receiving customers, asked.
Seeing that he was being looked down upon by these women, Yan Zhendong's eyes suddenly became determined. He said fiercely, "I must make a name for myself in Foshan. Let's see if anyone dares to look down on me again!"
"Yes, you must make a name for yourself!" Liang Kuan raised his head from the bowl and said in support.
"Who is the best fighter in the provincial capital? Is it Huang Fei-hung? "Yan Zhendong suddenly said.
"Huh?" Liang Kuan was stunned.
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