Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/  The latest work of the great master Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng!.

Reform and reform are like a farce.

Tan Sitong was cut off his head!

The escort agency was closed, his father Wang Wu was wanted, and he was desperate and he was not sure of his life or death now.

Wang Bin also had a home that he could not go back, so he could only stay at Alice's house.

Alice's home is in Dongjiaomin Lane, where Britain, France, the United States, Russia, Japan, Germany, Belgium and other countries set up embassies in Dongjiaomin Lane, and renamed Dongjiaomin Lane to Embassy Street.

After being injured by gunshots, Wang Bin has been recuperating his injuries.

On this day, Alice said, "Wang, we happen to be at the dance tonight. I am missing a dance partner, come too!"

"prom"

"Yes, my father was promoted to colonel and held a banquet. I called a few good friends to attend at this banquet, so you can attend too!" Alice said.

"Okay!" Wang Bin said.

In the garment store, Wang Bin put on a suit and tied his tie, as if he had returned to his previous life. In this way, he accompanied his girlfriend to attend a dance...

Alice smiled exaggeratedly: "Wang, you are such a good figure!"

Wearing a suit requires a body rack to support the clothes. Wang Bin is tall and is extremely handsome when wearing a suit.

Alice pressed Wang Bin’s chest with her hand and said, “You are so nice. You have the temperament of our Prussian nobles!”

She had seen many Qing people, some of whom were extremely humble to foreigners and their eyes were full of flattery; some seemed noble, but they were afraid and afraid in their bones; and some of them were full of insensitive eyes.

However, Wang Bin had a noble temperament, like a nobleman, born with an elegant atmosphere, did not pretend to be noble or deliberately flatter, and looked at foreigners with a very dull look.

This breath made Alice obsessed with it, and the more she touched her, the more she felt moved.

The banquet was held in a big hotel, which was not much different from the cocktail party in my previous life!

Then, dancing on the dance floor began. In a daze, Wang Bin thought of his girlfriend in his previous life, but unfortunately he could never go back.

He is no longer the 21st century, no longer the fugitive who violated the ban with martial arts, dared to use swords to kill enemies, destroy people, and was chased by armed police; but was born in the late Qing Dynasty, the son of King Wu of Dadao, a student of Tan Sitong, a master of Xingyiquan, and a swordsman of Xinyou sword technique!

"Wang, what are you thinking?" Alice asked.

"Thinking of the past life, thinking of the tragic past life!" Wang Bin said.

"In the past life, do people really have past life?" Alice asked.

"People have past lives!" Wang Bin said firmly.

In the hotel, the sounds of saxophone, violin and organ are heard one after another.

Alice introduced that Wang Bin met other foreigners and then started talking to each other. Wang Bin began to abuse the "natives" life again.

More than a hundred years of knowledge and experience, Wang Bin can easily crush foreigners from all fields, whether it is the discussion of national affairs, the research of historical issues, or the thinking of physics and chemistry.

In just a moment, these foreigners showed bitterness on their faces.

This yellow-skinned monkey is so amazing!

The average yellow-skinned monkey is ignorant, humble and ashamed; but the yellow-skinned monkey in front of him is wearing a monkey's skin, but at heart is a nobleman, even more civilized than a civilized man.

Their proud knowledge is only a abused position in front of this yellow-skinned monkey.

This yellow-skinned monkey looks like God, high above and looks down on all living beings!

At this time, the host had already sang the visitor's name at the door: "Zongli Yamen - Lord Zhou is here!"

Soon, a civil servant walked in. He was about fifties, with a decayed breath and a decadent breath.

"The British acting minister—Juldian is here!"

"Germany ambassador to China - Hahausen arrived"

"French Minister to China - Li Mei is here!",

Big people were here one after another!

Then, some senior officials of the Qing Dynasty arrived.

These big men have several bodyguards around them who exuded fierce aura, and these are all masters of national martial arts.

Masters of Chinese martial arts also have to eat, support their families and live.

In later generations, Dong Haichuan, Yang Luchan, Huo Yuanjia, Wang Ziping, Du Xinwu, Han Muxia, Yan Zi Li San, Sun Lutang, Guo Yunshen and others boasted like myths and legends.

In fact, they are not myths at all. Practicing martial arts is not to pursue martial arts, but to support their families! Many masters of Chinese arts are born farmers and live a hard life. Practicing martial arts is just to make a name for themselves and to make money to support their families.

They are just ordinary people, some are responsible for delivering goods in front of escorts; some are responsible for escorting the guards of some high-ranking officials to make money to support their families; some are running martial arts schools to teach apprentices to support their families; some teach some noble people to "wealth fist" to fool money!

In essence, they are like carpenters, blacksmiths, etc., relying on their skills to make a living.

In the eyes of many noble people, they are just martial artists, and they are okay to play on the stage; however, they don’t really look down on them in their hearts.

In this era, literary nobles and martial arts are inferior!

Many masters of national arts are looked down upon. Many masters of national arts look down upon themselves, and rarely teach their children's unique skills. Instead, they let them study and become cultural people, not martial artists.

Only in later generations did national arts truly become popular, and these national arts masters were mythological.

Wang Bin was very happy while tasting delicious food, enjoying red wine, and surrounded by foreign beauties.

It's just very quickly, I feel unhappy!

…………

The banquet reached its climax and seemed to be drinking high.

Lord Zhou from the Zongli Yamen talked about the loan issue with some foreign ministers, and gradually started arguing.

It seems that he is getting drunk, and a British military officer said: "Survival of the fittest, the strong and the weak have no say-"

The British military officer stood up and shouted loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, the most exciting part is coming - next, a boxing performance!"

Dangdang!

Bang bang!

A metal drum set was beating around, and under the spotlight, a man in a tuxedo who acted as a host stood up and let out a strange cry, like a night eagle: "Ladies and gentlemen, next, the boxing performance begins now!"

"Let's cheer all the time!"

"Let us invite Mr. Milan, a British boxing master, to appear!"

Smack sex!

Warm applause rang out.

At this moment, foreigners still maintain a martial spirit and have a fanatical obsession with fighting and fighting.

"roar!"

With a roar, a man with muscles all over his body, like a giant bear, jumped onto the already built ring.

It is said to be a boxing performance, but in fact it is a ring battle!
Chapter completed!