Encountering American comics in Super Hong Kong

Chapter 40
It seems...

Fang Xu's ability to achieve what he is today is by no means a matter of one day. Last night, a battle of that level broke out with that green zombie. As an ordinary person, he must be exhausted, lazy, and need to rest for a while. day, but he practiced kung fu as usual, which shows his diligence.

Daoist Qianhe was very happy to see that the little guy who stuck to him back then can grow into what he is today, it's great...

The days together are always short.

The Fang family caravan continued to head east to Shanghai, while the little prince's team headed to the capital was going north. After the two teams met at this place for a short time, they finally came to a fork in the road.

The people of the two teams stopped for a while...

Priest Simu and Master Yixiu specially came to see each other off early in the morning. They walked all the way to this three-way intersection, and the group stopped reluctantly...

"Junior brother, take care all the way!"

The four-eyed Taoist gaze calmly looked at the younger brother who was only 35 years old this year. Although he was not the latest to join the class, he was the youngest among the younger brothers of the same generation.

"Brother, stop!"

Daoist Qianhe stared fixedly at this senior brother, his eyes swept across his hair without any trace, and a complicated look appeared in his eyes.My senior brother has a profound cultivation base, even though he is nearly fifty years old, but there is not the slightest wrinkle on his face, if it weren't for the slight hoarfrost in his hair and the vicissitudes of life in his eyes, most people would think that this four-eyed Taoist priest has only Thirty years old...

Years of fellowship, the friendship between them is the kind that can be entrusted to life and death, but at this moment, their faces are very calm...

It's not that they don't feel reluctant to part with each other, but they have long been used to this kind of parting.The disciples of the Maoshan School travel all over the world, and there are more and more brothers in the same sect. There are many disciples of the same generation who have never seen each other once they leave the sect. Western Europa, or even the continent of Mi...

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist Qianhe, take care!"

Master Yixiu put his palms together and saluted.

"Thank you, master, for coming to see you off. I am so grateful to the poor!" Daoist Qianhe bowed back, and finally set his eyes on Fang Xu, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Uncle Qianhe..."

Fang Xu's face was full of reluctance.

"You kid...you don't have to act like a child!"

Daoist Qianhe said with a face full of relief: "Our senior brothers are at your age, and only the first senior brother and the second senior brother can be compared with you... Farewell, I am an uncle who is penniless and nothing good To give you something, I can only ask you a few words, in fact, a metropolis like Shanghai is no longer the territory of our Chinese people..."

He sighed, with five points of resentment and five points of unwillingness on his face.

"In Shanghai, there are Dongying people, Westerners, and even some dark black slaves...

There, as long as foreigners are more noble than us Chinese, naturally there are many masters from abroad!Be patient and bear it, don't be reckless, don't forget your father and mother, don't act like a hero for a while! "

"..."

Fang Xu frowned deeply, and said, "What if I can't take it anymore?"

Since he returned to China, he practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to improve himself, and he also kept collecting various information about this world. He found that this world was not only called Earth, but also had some similarities with the history of the Republic of China. From other aspects Look, it's a different world at all.

"...Then don't go to Shanghai as soon as possible!"

Daoist Qianhe said very solemnly: "Xiaoxu, at present, China and Kyushu are falling, troubled times are coming, demons, demons and monsters are rampant in the world, and even mere barbarians have entered China and treated me like pigs and dogs... Today, You can only do more things if you leave it to the useful body! Do you understand?!"

"……I will be careful!"

Fang Xu agreed.

"Go, go, go! Where did so many rules come from, I told you, it's because of you who are so restrained that those people who are neither human nor ghost will stick their noses in the face..."

Simu curled his lips, turned his head to look at Fang Xu, and snorted coldly: "Hold up, if you see someone who is upset, just beat him up. If you are in trouble, come and find Uncle Simu! If you are in danger, Crush the concentric talisman I gave you, I'm not far from you here, and I'll be in Shanghai soon! Hmph! Our Maoshan faction has never been afraid of anyone, we can kill demons and demons, and it's no problem to deal with foreign devils!
Fang boy, don't listen to your Uncle Qianhe, understand? "

"Forehead……"

Daoist Qianhe smiled wryly, his senior brother was indeed the same senior brother back then, with a hot temper and uprightness.

Fang Xu laughed, bowed to the two uncles, and said calmly: "Yes, I must be careful."

In the end, the four-eyed Taoist priest couldn't help but spit on his junior brother, "Be careful in everything, don't always let that sissy dictate, if you die early in the morning, just beat him up if you need to, let him grow eyes."

"..."

Priest Qianhe shook his head with a wry smile, bowed his hands to them all, and turned to go north.

In this way, the two teams parted ways here, and in the dust, Taoist Master Four Eyes and Master Yixiu stood at the intersection, watching them leave for a long time without saying a word.

……

All the way to the east, before noon, the caravan of the Fang family's Fangyuan Trading Company arrived in a town.

"Master, after this town is the boundary of Shanghai..."

Farmer pointed at the small town and said with a smile.

When Fang Xu came home from Shanghai before, he took the train back and did not pass by here. I saw that the roads in this town are wide and full of people. From time to time, some black cars drive by. There are many shops on both sides of the road. At a glance, almost all of them are Western-style houses.

This town is just a small town on the edge of Shanghai, but it is more than twice the size of Renjia Town. Not only is the architectural style completely Westernized, but the clothes of passersby on the road are also completely different. Most of the men are well-dressed Western gentlemen. , while women mainly wear cheongsams and western skirts. As for those who wear Chinese tunic suits, gowns, and long gowns, most of them are inconspicuous. You can tell at a glance that they are people from the middle and lower classes. , subtly brought...

"Master, we also bought a manor in Fangjia City, but it's a little remote. If the young master is not used to living here, this old slave can arrange someone to book a room for you at the hotel in the town..."

"No, I'm not spoiled..."

The farmer smiled and didn't say much. Since the young master came back, he suddenly practiced boxing and kicking, and he practiced hard every day. He can see that the current young master Fang is indeed not the pampered him before.

(End of this chapter)