Nangong Ying knew that gang activities were quite rampant in the 18th century in Guangdong. Regardless of whether there was any incident in history that "the Qing court burned Shaolin Temple" and a series of famous black-gangs in later generations such as the Tiandihui, Hongmen, Qinggang, and Sanhehui developed like mushrooms after a rain. Of course, what they did was much more powerful and domineering than the current black-gangs. They were determined to fight the people's livelihood and worry about rebellion against the Qing Dynasty and restoration of the Han Dynasty, expelling the Tartars to restore China, and swearing to drive the Qing Dynasty out of the land of Yanhuang... Although there are generally no people, they are having fun themselves, so we should think that this is true.

But no matter what, he didn't expect that these guys were so arrogant that they could hit the streets in broad daylight that their brains were almost flying out. He said why many people just ran behind him, and they thought there was something fun behind him, such as fighting on the ring. The relationship was like the streets turned and the streets became popular! People with common sense know that it would be better not to watch the fun in the streets, otherwise they would immediately become a member of the majority of the party. Unfortunately, our protagonists are now seeing people fighting...

Yabofica: "Safiros, what are you doing when you squat on the ground?"

Nangong Ying: "Did you see the eyes of those uncles? I'll pick a piece of brick to protect us!"

Yabofica: "But the Holy Land stipulates that Saints cannot fight with weapons."

Nangong Ying: "...Okay, I admit that I forgot this and lend me one of your roses."

Yabofica: "Don't, my roses are poisonous, and Saints cannot kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Nangong Ying: "But the problem is that these guys are really innocent?" Nangong Ying pointed to a young man under her feet. This guy rushed towards Yabofika without knowing his life and death, and was knocked to the ground by Nangong Ying's extremely accurate door-sealing hammer.

Yabofica: "...I pretended that I didn't see it, you were at your own discouragement."

OK. When Nangong Ying saw this group fight, she knew that she could not run away. The biggest difference between group fights and single-handed fights is that once the former is frightened, they will immediately fall into a state of beating whoever they catch, because at that level, even if you accidentally make up for your own heroes, no one will find out. Whether they succeed in replacing the counter-compensation or not being able to work hard for others... It is precisely for this reason that after a group fight, 80% of those who really lie on the ground are watching the fun and not being too serious.

Nangong Ying is a guy who is easy to join in the fun. This has been proven countless times. He wants to join in the fun wherever he is fun. His life creed is that "life focuses on joining in the fun". But he is definitely not a crowd who is not interested in big trouble, because he is usually a party involved in the fun. As the saying goes, there is a fun thing to join in, and there is no fun to create a fun thing to join in. And the reason why this guy dares to be so arrogant is because he is very capable of fighting? Even if he is innocent, he will be knocked down in the end.

These guys have indeed been frightened, and there is a bad guy who was knocked down by Nangong Ying as evidence. But Nangong Ying hesitated this time. It is not because the power of the Saint Seiya cannot be used to intervene in ordinary struggles. The fact that this guy can participate in the national liberation movement in South America proves that he doesn't care about this matter. The main reason is that although these guys are frightened, they still have both forward and backward and back, both offense and defense. Commonly known as practicing. Although the postures are not scattered, it is obvious that one of the people uses Shaolin Fist, while the other is Wudang Fist.

Of course, he is not that he can't beat such a No.10-year-old man. He can completely rely on skills to overturn the Saint Seiya candidates in the Holy Realm. The gangsters who have not practiced their skills will not be included in the threat targets by him, even if they don't use the power of the small universe. What made Nangong Ying hesitate was the forces standing behind these two groups of people. Being able to be in the streets in public, they are definitely not a good guy behind them. Nangong Ying came to the Qing Dynasty just for a trip and on a business trip, so there is no need to fall into the quagmire of the struggle between the two forces. And when he saw a short, fat and innocent young man who practiced kung fu very well, Nangong Ying thought of a very fucking possibility.

Nangong Ying thought about it and then studied without thinking... In the end, she decided to shoot it very decisively. Besides, she could save her if she fainted from her medical skills. She bullied her women and swallowed her anger. Wouldn't she lose face to travel through the Dragon Aotian Party? If Yabofika knew about her current thoughts, she would probably not be able to escape with a rose. This girl was quite shy. But unfortunately, Yabofika did not have the ability to read the mind, and Nangong Ying did not have the problem of sending text messages in groups when she was happy.

It was too far-fetched, and according to the rules, he had to put himself at the moral high ground. Nangong Ying stepped forward and cleared his throat: "That... 告! You dignified martial arts people do not take it as their responsibility to be chivalrous and righteous, but instead gathered here to fight and harass civilians..."

"If the stinky foreigners dare to interfere in our affairs, brothers will come side by side and beat up his mother brother-in-law!"

"Damn whether you want to unite the front so quickly!" Nangong Ying couldn't quite understand Cantonese, but in conjunction with the unanimous performance of the 100 people, it was still fine to think that the content of the last seven words was summed up. He then slapped his forehead and remembered that in the eyes of the people in his hometown, he was already a complete foreigner, rather than the descendant of the 8-foot-tall black hair and yellow skin, and he sighed for a moment. However, in the eyes of these black-gang members, his somewhat vicissitudes of expression was purely despised.

Now it's amazing. You, a little kid of eleven or 2 years old, dare to despise us, even if the little beauties around you are really tender... By the way, this has nothing to do with despise, but I just don't feel happy about it. Oh, when we chopped over more than a dozen streets with a kitchen knife, you were still spinning in your mother's belly. A little foreigner read two books on martial arts and wanted to teach your brothers what martial arts is? It's against you! In short, the thoughts of these gangsters are probably like this. You understand the spirit and really don't understand the plot of various heroes saving beauty. Any arrogant gangster will come like this before the fight starts and then be knocked down by a brick.

As the saying goes, "Don't make plans for each other." If you dream a lot, you will take off. If you take it indifferently, you will get it off. If you think about life and death, you will do it. If you are barefoot, you are not afraid of those who are not wearing shoes. You and I will fight to the point of your life and death. Today, you will have to fight a pain... Then, under the twitching eyes of Yabofika, Nangong Ying fought with these gangsters. One person fought against one hundred people, and the gap in strength was so huge. This kind of crazy thing that would charge even if you know it was death. It was quite tragic that the last glorious battle of Osaka Castle in Japan's first soldier, Sanada Yukimura. Yabofika didn't know who was Sanada Yukimura, but it did not prevent the girl from being moved by this kind of stubbornness. Also: the subjects in the second half of the above are all those gangsters.

Who stipulates that the person who will lose the last time a person hits a hundred people? Don’t you know that there is a kind of strong man in the world called Luwai? Even if Nangong Ying does not use the power of the small universe, the reflex nerve speed that is countless times greater than humans, the skills and moves that are trained countless times, and the countless combat experiences inherited from Sadian are not comparable to those gangsters who have learned martial arts but can only be beaten by street fights. Our protagonist Nangong Ying can now proudly announce: "I want to fight a hundred."

In fact, the number of these gangsters is more than 100, but in order to take care of their self-esteem, Nangong Ying said that the fraction is not enough. However, Nangong Ying would not be stupid enough to put himself in a siege. The poor young man from Shangjo uses his own body to prove it. On the premise that neither side uses superpowers, even if the brave group leader can face three opponents at the same time is the limit. Of course, it is a street fight. Nangong Ying knows martial arts, so in theory there are more numbers than this. But no matter how awesome his moves are, it is impossible to instantly transform into Thousand-Armed Guanyin and beat a hundred people, so the battle fell into an inexplicable state of laughter.

Yabofika said that she was really sorry for the uncles lying all over the floor when she laughed, but she really couldn't hold it in. The little girl swore that she had never seen such a coke battle after she grew up so old. Have you ever seen someone else's bricks, but in the end she slapped her head? It should be a serious and sacred battle. She let Nangong Ying jump up and down like a monkey to form a happy show. It was obvious that Yabofika still had less knowledge. If she put a time traveler here, she would definitely shout: "Look at Jackie Chan!"

In short, Nangong Ying makes rational use of the terrain, and uses the small props around her. Using Tai Chi's technique of using gravity to relieve the force, these gangsters who are not good at killing but are very serious are confused, but they are not even confused in their hair style. They have reached the highest level of "passing through the flowers, not touching the leaves". Well, I admit that we are pretending to behave. Doesn't this look stylish?

However, things will never go smoothly. Nangong Ying soon encountered a tough guy, the short and fat young man who practiced kung fu horizontally. When everyone was already lying down, this guy was still standing in the middle. I have to say that the anti-beat kung fu such as the Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt Thirteen Taibao practice would be awesome. This is to be put on the Holy Land as mt... Conservatively, it would be possible to get a punch. When Nangong Ying saw this person, he had a very fucking guess. His fucking degree group destroyed everyone's childhood in an instant. Nangong Ying felt it was time to verify this guess: "This young man is really good kung fu. He is brave enough to ask the name of the Gao surname?"

The short and fat young man smiled and patted his chest: "If you don't change your name or your surname, you will be praised by brothers in the world, and the second place is the ten tigers in Shaolin, and the same is true for Fang Shiyu. I think you have good kung fu skills and you are not a person who is stingy. How about making friends? Our Fang family doesn't care that you are a foreigner, and the one who brings temper is the brother."

"I don't respect and dare not climb up. I'm at Safiros, this is the sister Yabofika. I came to the heavenly kingdom from the Qin Dynasty. I accidentally disturbed her and hoped to let her go." Nangong Ying sighed in her heart while bowing: "It's indeed this guy."

Fang Shiyu, the grandson of Miao Xian, a disciple of Shaolin layman, his mother Miao Cuihua was the only disciple of Miao Xian. His father Fang De was a silk merchant in Zhaoxing and secretly communicated with Shaolin forces. I don’t know if there was any person in history, but I believe that he was born in 1711 (the 50th year of Kangxi), which means that he was actually the same year as Emperor Qianlong. At the age of six, he practiced martial arts soaking vinegar under the practice of his mother Miao Cuihua, and practiced horizontal kung fu that was incompetent. Although he was reckless and impulsive, he was also an open and honest man. Because he had few opponents in fighting styles, he was called the "Ten Tigers of Shaolin" with Hong Xiguan and nine others at a young age, and made Jet Li famous.

Of course, there must be a qualitative gap between real people and artistic images in history. The real Fang Shiyu is definitely not as handsome and handsome as Li Tianwang. Records of his life show that this person is silly and silly, and he has been tied up by Miao Cuihua with iron branches and bandages since he was six years old. It is impossible to be very handsome. According to unreliable news, this person has a face full of macaque.

When Nangong Ying saw this fat man, he felt that he might be ruining his childhood. After fully studying the ecological environment of Fujian, Miao Xian and Wu Mei, who are also the "Five Old Masters of Shaolin", have developed a world-famous boxing technique - Five Elements Fist! Although Fang Shiyu focuses on horizontal practice, it is definitely impossible to really stand as a shield wall, and he must still hit people. Judging from his actions in his hands, although his posture is a bit deformed, Nangong Ying can play 100% of the promise, and he is definitely using the orthodox Five Elements Fist.

Now I saw that I was alive. There was no mazi, but this "true" description did not run away. This genuine version of Fang Shiyu, who ruined her childhood, had the experience of following Fang De in her childhood, so she would not be unable to understand Nangong Ying's Beijing film. He scratched his head with a little honesty: "Friendship is your girl, Emma sees you treat her baby like that. I always thought that was your wife? By the way, your girl is pretty, don't she betrothed?"

Nangong Yingxin said that it was a blessing that Yabofika couldn't understand Chinese. Otherwise, they would have to wear roses on their bodies today. I really didn't expect that Fang Shiyu had a problem with saying anything. Nangong Ying smacked her lips and thought that the Saint Seiya should have married Athena: "My sister has already betrothed and will get married in seven years."

"What a pity, I want to cheat me back as a foreign daughter-in-law for me." Fang Shiyu smiled silly, and there was no malicious intention in her tone. Nangong Ying could only complain about the toad who wanted to eat something. Fang Shiyu laughed and laughed so hard that she stepped forward and stopped Nangong Ying: "We don't know what the customs of you foreigners are. But someone should be a good thing, congratulations. You don't know, my mother's request is so tricky. You said we'll look like this. If a girl can fall in love with her, she can marry her. But my mother doesn't agree with her. She insists on finding a beautiful girl like a flower as her daughter-in-law. How many beautiful girls in this world are waiting for us? Don't be surprised about what she said just now, it's all my mother forced her to see a beautiful girl. That's it..."

Nangong Ying suddenly felt that this guy was actually quite cute. At least he said whatever he thought, his honest personality was not annoying. Fang Shiyu was still nagging: "The world's great encounter is fate. How about a little brother going to have a drink at home? I'm afraid that you foreigners can't drink our wine. I have also drunk your Weizhi Chicken. To be honest, it's not that great."

"It's whiskey!" Nangong Ying corrected Fang Shiyu's pronunciation with laughter and cry. She probably wanted to stay at the Fang family today. You can't refuse his invitation to someone like Fang Shiyu, otherwise your friends wouldn't have to do it. But it just happened to save you going to find a hotel. Nangong Ying looked back at the gangsters who were supporting each other and retreating: "I said Brother Fang, don't you take care of your brothers?"

"It's okay, it's okay, they are thick-skinned, basically fighting every day, and they've been used to it." Fang Shiyu waved his hand heroically, pulled Nangong Ying and walked towards the other side of the street. Yabofika hurriedly followed. The heroic man looked at the people and sighed: "It's my fault. When he was fourteen years old, he followed my father to Hangzhou to sell cloth. He was young and energetic and ungrateful. He killed a Lei Laohu who was striking. You said that Lei Laohu would die if he died. If you really arrest him, we will accept it. Isn't it? But who is the one who killed me?

I thought that Lei Laohu's wife Li Xiaohuan was the daughter of the elder Wudang. Wudang and Shaolin had never been in the way, so they immediately sent someone to our Guangzhou to kick the kid. Wudang was still in the court, but last time he actually transferred the official army to make our Shaolin suffer a loss. After a few rounds, both sides fought for ten years. Now who still remembers Lei Laohu who was beaten to death by me? Just those people just were nominally the apprentices of my brother Hong Xiguan. In fact, they were gangsters on the streets. They were really gangsters on the fight. They were really timid, but they were just pretending to be in the store!"

Nangong Ying heard a strong fatigue in Fang Shiyu's tone. If anyone had fought for more than ten years but didn't know why, it was probably the same. Nangong Ying thought that the Saint Seiya was the same? Although the power of the two was not in the same level, they were so similar in their situation. They both did not know the so-called battle for an unattainable reason. Now Fang Shiyu is twenty-five years old. If there is no error in the record, it will be his death three years later. Nangong Ying thought about it and thought it would be better to pull him: "Brother Fang, although I am a Westerner, I ask myself that I have a lot of research on the culture of the Shang Dynasty. Is there a saying that I should not say it or not?"

"Aren't we brothers? But it's okay."

"Then I said, if you offend me, I hope you will be willing to let me go." Nangong Ying brewed a few words: "Since ancient times, people who practice martial arts are important in martial arts. However, most of the martial arts people in your country today have martial arts but not in virtue. Martial arts are proud of being brave and fighting. The so-called heroes violate the ban with martial arts, and Confucians use literature to disrupt the law. In the long run, this will inevitably lead to fear of the court."

"I understand this principle too. When I was a child, my dad forced us to read a lot of books. But now the trend in Guangzhou is in this way. Shaolin and Wudang are fighting each other in darkness, and there is no possibility of reconciliation at all. What do you think?"

Nangong Ying thought for a while: "There is nothing else, only the four words "The benevolent is invincible." (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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