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"Tao Chengzhang, the leader of the Restoration Association, passed away at the age of 35!"

Under the imperial city of the capital, a group of Eight Banners, who were used to regard themselves as the people of Tiandu and wandered around teahouses all day long and gathered talks, finally found the latest topic again and happily discussed what was alluded to in northern newspapers such as "Xinsheng Daily".

Unlike the southern immigrants in Shanghai, as capitalists who have lived in Tiandu for generations, they always like to discuss and analyze problems from the perspective of the court. If they do not do so, they will not reflect the authority of the imperial city and the awareness of the people in the capital over those people in the lower world.

"Do you know, the two newspapers in Shanghai, "Zi Linxi Daily" and "Xinmin Daily" have both published extra-large pictures to report the news that the "revolutionary giant" Tao Chengzhang was assassinated. It is obvious that it is to sigh and regret Tao Chengzhang's death, but in fact it is to point the finger at the Tongmenghui, which represents the so-called orthodox revolution in the southern region..."

"Hey, no, that interim president of Sun Yat-sen, is what Sun Yat-sen. Although he has repeatedly called the Shanghai Army Governor Chen Qimei, and ordered him to arrest the murderers and punish them severely, the newspapers here have long been in the column below to tell the biggest conflict with Tao Chengzhang, which is exactly Sun Yat-sen himself and Chen Qimei!"

"Alas, I used common people to steal the high position, and ignored the imperial court's superiors and orthodox positions. These rioters are naturally extremely vicious. They can be said to be using all means, and they are always devastated..."

An agile man, smiling and walking past several young and old people in the Eight Banners who were discussing fiercely, reached out to the two old men on a table by the window from a distance, but when he was about to sit down, he frowned without warning and looked at the empty staircase with some confusion...

"Hehe, you kid is getting more and more capable of causing trouble. You have only been in Beijing for a few days. The four major elixirs are covered in dust. Now it's so good. Even Dong Haichuan, who has always been the most kind-hearted, has become a little reluctant to leave..."

The old man who spoke had thick and shiny silver hair and his face was flushed. If he didn't look at his forehead, he would definitely praise his fairy-like character. However, this opening of his mouth suddenly became more fireworks, and he drew off his seemingly out-of-world temperament...

"In the battle of Tingjie, boy, I was beaten by the four elders and spit out of blood and fled. Although you and Mr. Yang and Mr. Dong have been close friends for many years, the faction has never been the same after all. It would be fine if you don't help me take charge of the overall situation, but you just sit aside and say sarcastic words. It's really not kind enough..."

The young man glanced out of the corner of his eyes and did not move, but his hands were not slow at all. At the moment of speaking, the big bun with a fist had already stuffed more than a dozen times. Judging from his eating posture and speed, the word "going to swallow" might not be enough to indicate his speed of eating.

"You kid, don't do this with me. Before I sat down, I passed on the true robe and mantle of the Shennong Dan Sect to you. Not to mention because of your personal belief, even if the Dan Sect is fighting, it's up to you. Master and I can't stand the troubles of you young people..."

The old man smiled wickedly, and seemed to be competing with the young man to eat buns. But after seeing a strong white-haired Taoist who appeared out of thin air on the stairs, he wiped the oil stains on the corner of his mouth with some slightest desire. Just like an ordinary old tea friend, he shouted to the entrance of the stairs with extraordinary warmth, "I said, Lao Dao Dong, we are here, you are a little late!"

The old Taoist had not returned yet, but his body as thick as a cow had already shaken slightly. When he silently stepped on the last stairs under his feet, he turned to the bronze-like face, and then a meaningful and strange smile appeared, "I said, how could this kid have the demeanor of establishing a sect and internal martial arts in his youth. It turned out that you, Old Yang, were making trouble..."

The two of them looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces became extremely exciting. In addition to the joy and mutual appreciation that they had not seen each other for many years, they were more indescribable fighting spirit and spirit.

The young man looked at the teahouse that suddenly became quiet because of the words of a few people. He patted his naked forehead helplessly, but saw that the old Taoist's aura suddenly turned into smoke. He had to deliberately ignore his eyeing him with a bitter smile and stood up and hugged his fists, "Boy escaped by chance yesterday. I don't want Mr. Dong, your legs and feet are not slow at all. If you don't abandon it, you might as well have a few baskets of buns to cushion your belly..."

Next to more than a dozen tables upstairs were filled with idle people in the capital. Although they had not yet had time to guess the identities of the three elders and one young men, the two words just said from the old Taoist were enough to make these Beijing oil men who already like gossip and family thoughts, "The bald head in white, the young master, the internal martial arts, the elderly Taoist..."

"I can't teach you such a powerful disciple..."

The silver-haired old man looked at the old Taoist pretending to be bitter. He first smiled, and then blew his beard to Dong Haichuan like an old naughty boy, "Not to mention you, even my master can't teach you..."

"Oh, it turns out that Master Chen is here too. The old Taoist is a little rude when he is watching this boy. But he really never thought that he would be lucky enough to see Master Chen's fairy face again..."

The old Taoist followed the silver-haired old man's gaze and then realized that the shriveled old man sitting beside him. He thought that he had ignored the old man's existence before, and his face became more and more exciting. "Even the old master can't teach him. Can he be the personal master of the ape who has not been born for a long time?"

Speaking of this, the old Taoist's tone had become a little depressed. Although his feet seemed to be freely shuttled through the crowd, the powerful aura that could not be released was like a breathless balloon, and suddenly began to quickly retract inward, "Old Yang, don't tell me. This kid is the one who is destined to touch the opportunity of the ape male to break the void!"

"You all have four veins of Taoism to choose Yuan Shikai as the son of Tianding. What can you do if this kid is the one who is destined to be?"

The old silver-haired man looked at the master, first smiled and patted the dust that did not exist on his hand, then stretched out his two fingers as if he was taking a pulse, gently placed it on the edge of the plate full of soy sauce, and slowly pushed towards Dong Haichuan who was walking to the table at a snail-like speed...

"Is this what you mean, or is it the will of the Shennong Dan School?"

Dong Haichuan's face was slightly stunned, and then he instinctively stretched out his thick middle fingers, seemingly unintentionally blocking the slowly moving forward plate. When the plate finally touched the fingers of both of them at the same time, the faces of both of them became more rosy and purple again...

Swish...

The two of them trembled slightly, but they all exerted a little along the direction of their right hands. When the blue and white porcelain garlic clay plate looked like a plane, drawing a series of ghost-like talismans on the hard mahogany table, their entire palms had become soft as boneless. It was as if they were glued to the plate with fish glue. They bent little by little along the round plate...

Crack...

Red shavings kept blooming under the plate. The smooth and shiny tabletop became mottled. The track looked like ghost painting talismans and looked a little like Chinese characters. When the plate gradually slipped out of the tabletop. While the two of them were hanging in the air in the air, the tea guests around who were originally silent took a breath of air conditioning without realizing it, "What a pure internal kung fu!"

The so-called "Manchus are fond of martial arts, and Beijingers are chatty." Although this sentence is a little bit unrealistic at this time, since Tai Chi, Xingyi and Bagua are popular in the world, there are indeed many more people who practice boxing among the Eight Banners who know and discuss boxing than in the south.

What's more, even if a person who doesn't understand kung fu sees two silver-haired old men with their own eyes, they have made carpenter kung fu as delicate as embroidery with just the disk thin as a cicada wing under their four fingers. I'm afraid that this seemingly calm hand will be able to estimate how terrifying the power and kung fu it contains...

The two of them were behind their backs, and the other hand was as light as a breeze, pressing against the plate, unable to stop exerting force. Seeing that the movements on their hands became slower and slower, their faces gradually became as serious as the atmosphere in the building...

"Wu Shi Zhuanquan Tower, I asked Shennong Mountain. You two are over 200 years old together, but you still haven't understood the mystery between the power of gods and magical powers. If you don't know the number of days, it's better if you don't ask about this ghost or god!"

Ga!

A sound that was so light that it was hard to detect with the ears burst out slightly, and Mr. Chen, who had been sitting at the table chewing slowly, finally swallowed the last bun reluctantly. Reese slowly stretched out his palm as old as a tree bark. It seemed to be freehand, but it actually showed a trace of ink-splashing style and turned his wrist slightly, and wiped it back and forth on the hardwood table that was branded with dragons and snakes...

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In the huge teahouse, it became silent, only this old shriveled old man moved slowly and stretchably, and the others were motionless like ice sculptures...

The old man caressed his palms silently, but every simple movement contained the most authentic and simple Tai Chi theory. After wiping his palms several times, the messy patterns and marks on the table finally became clearer...

"Stop the sword!"

Two fonts like mad cursive appeared on the table, and the old man's originally turbid eyes also showed an indescribable terrifying spirit. "The so-called Tao is different and they do not plan together. What Yang boy did was to pursue his own Tao and for the will of the Shennong lineage, so he, our Shennong lineage, has been protected!"

"What if our four meridians must move?"

"Then you'll be defeated!"

"Then I will give my husband a face. I promised for Simai that I would not attack him privately!"

Dong Haichuan's face was a little surprised at first, but when he saw the recklessness in Mr. Chen's eyes, he suddenly felt that it was natural. "But, since Yuan Shikai is already the one selected by our four veins, I hope Mr. Chen can let him stop, otherwise he will have to die!"

"There are many different opinions on the general trend in the world. Who can know who will kill you in the future? I can promise that Yuan Shikai will not be moved by him, but I also hope that your four meridians will not protect the wrong person!"

"That's the matter between our four veins!"

Seeing that his purpose had been achieved, Dong Haichuan felt a little relieved. When he looked at Yang Luchan, who had originally been facing tit, the two masters immediately smiled at each other. When the thin plate fell on the table and finally formed the word "wu", he respectfully hugged and clasped his fists at Chen Changxing, "With this old master's words, Haichuan left first, but he wanted to say a few words to this kid before leaving!"

"Please speak with the old Taoist priest!"

"With our four veins promises, Yuan Shikai will definitely not pursue your assassination again. It's just that the peace talks between the north and the south are about to end. The old Taoist hopes to see your style at the Heroes of the World Heroes!"

"Oh? Aren't those things all the worldly affairs? Why are you so enthusiastic?"

"First of all, in accordance with the request of our four veins, Yuan Shikaiguang invited martial arts masters who have never been exposed in other countries to come and communicate. Secondly, it is my selfishness. I hope to openly discuss with you, a rising star who has no idea how to find a way to confirm your experience in martial arts..."

"I really want to ask for it!"

Yang Meng looked at the fighting spirit in Dong Haichuan's eyes, nodded with some understanding, and then laughed excitedly, "You have been in trouble with internal and external affairs for a long time. You can see the peerless master who created Baguazhang. Even if it is difficult to break through and die on the spot, it will be considered dead without regrets!"

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Chapter completed!