Encountering American comics in Super Hong Kong

Chapter 1 The opening book "The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon"

"Young man, from the perspective of old age, you are talented and intelligent, and your bones are strange. You are a genius like no other in ten thousand. This book, Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, will give you ten yuan!"

Looking at the slovenly and dirty old beggar in front of him, Fang Xu, who somehow felt familiar, had a headache, but the housekeeper next to him waved his hands again and again, and said with a look of disgust: "Go, go... we don't want to This kind of thing, what are you two still doing, drive him away!"

Following the butler's greeting, the two servants behind Fang Xu and the butler hurriedly put down a lot of salutes, and stepped forward to push the old beggar aside. During the push, the so-called secret book in the old beggar's hand slipped to the ground. It was also stepped on several times, and the cover was immediately covered with dirty footprints.

"here we go again……"

Fang Xu rubbed his forehead, as if a certain area of ​​his mind was muddled, he lost his memory... Yes, he traveled to this world for more than a month. Some confusion.The person he possessed through time travel is also called Fang Xu, a son of a rich family who studied in the United States, and now he has returned to China after studying, and is planning to inherit the family business...

"Ai ai... ai ai! Don't step on my secret book! Don't step on it! It's not good if you step on it! It's a lonely copy..." The old beggar not far away jumped.

Fang Xu's forehead twitched suddenly, and it came again... With a shake of his figure, he quickly reached out to support the housekeeper, Uncle Farmer, and memories flooded his mind one after another!This is the memory of his predecessor, this time it is not in the United States, but the memory of his childhood in this eastern land...

"Master! You, are you okay?!"

The housekeeper, Uncle Farmer, looked nervous, and reached out to touch his young master's forehead. It's okay, it's not hot, "Master, you must be tired from drifting at sea during this time, why don't we find a place to rest now?" ..." Since recovering from a brain injury in a fight with those white students who discriminated against Chinese at school more than a month ago, the young master's temperament seems to have changed.According to the two servants who went to the United States to take care of the young master together, the foreign doctor said that the young master may be temporarily unable to remember many past events because of some physical injury in his head.

It was because of this matter that the housekeeper in his fifties specially rushed from his hometown to Shanghai to pick him up.

"No, no, I'm fine..."

Fang Xu let out a long breath, and finally merged his predecessor's childhood memories, and his headache eased.

Slowly bent down, picked up the secret books dropped by the beggars on the ground, but saw five large characters written in flamboyant patterns on the cover of the old thread-bound book: Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, Fang Xu's sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger. , Turned to the first page, but saw four words at the beginning: "Yuan, Heng, Li, Zhen."

His heart moved slightly, and he turned to the farmer beside him and said, "Give him ten oceans, I like it very much..."

"Yes, but young master..."

The housekeeper, Nong Bo, was stunned. Ten dollars for such a broken book? !But seeing that the young master had made up his mind, he couldn't say much, so he called his servants, handed him ten yuan, and gave him some instructions.

Fang Xu opened the book and glanced at the general outline at the front, only to feel that every word in it was eloquent, half-understood, mysterious and extraordinary.He couldn't help but glanced back at the old beggar not far away, but saw his servants pulling him to a corner where there was no one...

"Young master, this old slave specially asked Xiao Wu to take the beggar to a deserted corner. This person has many eyes, and ten dollars is not a small amount for many people..."

The farmer next to him quickly moved closer and explained in a low voice.To them, ten oceans is nothing, but to the old beggar, it is enough to cause fatal disasters.

"Well, good! Uncle Nong, you are more thoughtful."

Walking through the bustling wharf, Fang Xu and his party stepped into the bustling Shanghai. The two servants who went to the United States with him to take care of his daily life were full of surprises and clicked their tongues from time to time...

"I didn't expect the changes here to be so big. We have only been in the United States for a long time, and it has only been more than two years..."

"Wow, there is a tram..."

"Master, the journey is still far away. Let's find an inn to rest for one night, and we will start tomorrow... Xiao Wu, go and see if there is a tram going to the train station. If there is, you can stop by and buy a return ticket. Go early and return early. "

"Yes!"

Along the way, well-dressed gentlemen and women in elegant and beautiful cheongsams came and went on the street, and rickshaws came and went.Of course, there are many emaciated and ragged people gathering at the corners of the street. Most of the old ones are beggars, while the young ones are doing odd jobs everywhere. The pier goes to the station, and most people are looking for some odd jobs at the station pier, or petty theft, or begging...

"Don't look at it, young master, they are all lowly people, and there are even some villains..."

"Well."

Just passing by a street corner, Fang Xu saw two blind men side by side playing the erhu.

That sense of familiarity came again, I always felt that I had seen it somewhere, maybe it was because I had been merging the memory of my predecessor for more than a month, and the memory that originally belonged to me was a little disordered for a while, if he could not recognize him clearly. It was from the 21s. He still remembered that there were computers, mobile phones and airplanes in that era. He almost thought he was not himself.

Speaking of which, this kind of familiarity has also been seen in Steve and Bucky, my classmates who are very thin and determined to join the army. Thinking of these two people, Fang Xu couldn't help but a smile appeared on his face. Every time he saw Bucky He can't help but read his name upside down in Chinese...

If you don't talk about Pakistan, you and I will be civilized.

Hmm... Soon, Fang Xu can feel that the memory of this body has almost merged, and his own memory will definitely recover soon.

The journey was long, and the group of them did not stay in the prosperous and flashy Shanghai. They set off early the next morning and took the train to the southwest...

……

On the outskirts of Shanghai, in a dilapidated building due to the war.

"Master, what Tathagata Palm you taught me, is it really powerful..." A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was practicing every move in a precise manner, with some doubts on his handsome face.He has practiced for several years, but he still only gets bullied...

"Of course!"

An old beggar was lying in the corner of the room, holding a roast chicken, and his mouth was dripping with oil.

"I also found you a senior brother, and I will introduce you to know each other later..."

(End of this chapter)