The heavens: pushing across all realms

1895, spring, Caozhou.

The spring is cold and the snow under the eaves has not completely melted.

In the front yard of Feng's house, a group of burly men lined up neatly, punching and kicking.

The men were sweating like rain, exhaling hot air from their mouths and noses, wearing thin shirts, and drinking like thunder.

"Be serious, Zhang Jin, who the hell told you to sit down? Get up!"

"The more you sweat now, the less you will bleed when you encounter bandits. Do you know these truths?"

"Get up!"

A middle-aged man of short stature, wearing a green cloth mandarin jacket and a mustache, was walking among these strong men, giving harsh lectures and kicking them from time to time.

The man he taught was much stronger than him, but he couldn't withstand his seemingly random kick. The man who was kicked grinned, but quickly corrected his posture.

"Master Zhao, when will I be as invulnerable as you after I've put so much effort into my body?"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but ask.

The middle-aged man turned back, looked at the person who asked the question, and laughed and cursed: "If Kung Fu is so easy to learn, wouldn't everyone be a master? Who the hell would be afraid of foreign muskets and cannons?"

"I'm telling you, if you want to become as invulnerable as me, you have to work hard, give me a good workout, and don't be so damn lazy."

"If you are lazy now, you will lose your life in the future!"

Everyone nodded repeatedly and became more serious and persistent.

Zhao Jinhuan nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, several people walked out of the hall, led by a slightly fat middle-aged man.

He is the owner of this house, Feng Changren.

When Zhao Jinhuan saw Feng Changren coming out, he hurried over to greet him and said with a smile: "Executive member Feng, are you up so early?"

Feng Changren smiled and said: "I'm used to it, but Master Zhao, are you still used to living here these days?"

Zhao Jinhuan cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Zhao is living in exile. He is content to have a place to stay. I am very grateful to Mr. Feng for taking him in."

"Hey, Master Zhao, what you said is wrong. You are willing to reward me and stay with me. It is our fate. Besides, Master Zhao, you also helped me train the servants in the nursing home. It is Feng who wants to thank you."

"Zhao's little tricks are far from elegant, but he made Feng Yuanwai fall in love by mistake, hahaha."

Although Zhao Jinhuan was modest, his face was filled with a bold smile.

Obviously he didn't think his ability was just a trick.

Feng Changren smiled and said: "Master Zhao, if your skills are still meager, no one in the world would dare to call you a hero."

"Hahaha, Member Feng has betrayed Zhao." Zhao Jinhuan waved his hands repeatedly and laughed endlessly.

After some courtesy, Feng Changren pulled Zhao Jinhuan into the living room.

The two sat down, and a maid poured tea and served snacks.

Feng Changren then got to the point: "Master Zhao, I wonder what Master Zhao thought about Feng's request yesterday?"

Zhao Jinhuan drank a cup of tea and said with a smile: "Executive member Feng, although my hard Qigong is not a superior skill, it is not taught to everyone."

"Feng Mou admires Master Zhao's kung fu very much. I don't know what Master Zhao's conditions are before he is willing to accept Quanzi as his disciple. No matter what Master Zhao proposes, Feng Mou will do his best to satisfy Master Zhao."

Zhao Jinhuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Feng has misunderstood. Zhao is not asking for conditions. Zhao is different from the rough guys like professors. He wants to be my disciple seriously."

"Master Ling wants to learn my skills, but he still needs to show me his bones."

When Feng Changren heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately turned to look at the young man standing next to him: "Dao Ke, come here quickly and let Master Zhao take a good look!"

But he saw that the young man next to Feng Changren looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a frail body and a pale complexion.

He is not very tall either, just over 1.7 meters tall. He has delicate features and a pair of eyes that are calm and befitting his age.

Feng Ji, whose courtesy name was Daoke, was Feng Changren's son.

A few days ago, Feng Ji was having sex with a prostitute in Chunfeng Tower. He had a conflict with someone and was knocked unconscious. He was in a coma for a whole night before waking up.

After waking up, he was talking nonsense, full of weird words like 'time travel' and 'car accident'.

Feng Changren was so frightened that he went to several doctors but failed to cure him, so he sent for foreign priests from the Holy Word Society.

Fortunately, within two days, my son's condition seemed to have stabilized, but he suddenly wanted to practice martial arts.

Feng Changren gave birth to three daughters, and with such a son, he was naturally doting on him, so he agreed immediately.

After several searches for famous teachers, I finally invited Master Zhao Jinhuan on the recommendation of a friend.

After Zhao Jinhuan came to the Feng family, Feng Changren hired him as his instructor to teach the family's nursing staff boxing skills.

Naturally, some of the nursing staff were dissatisfied. Zhao Jinhuan used hard Qigong on the spot, beating dozens of nursing staff until they were unable to fight back. Feng Changren immediately treated him as a guest of honor, and it was not until yesterday that he asked his son to become his teacher.

Zhao Jinhuan did not agree immediately, but said he would think about it.

This is how the scene just happened.

Feng Ji looked at the thin Zhao Jinhuan in front of him and recalled the scene where this person played with the nurse yesterday. He still can't believe it.

There are actually people in this world who are not afraid of swords and axes!

As a time traveler, he was originally a down-to-earth materialist.

But the matter of time travel itself is already fantasy, and coupled with the mysterious attribute panel in his mind, his world view can no longer be stretched.

I originally thought of this picture because of my frail body, coupled with the background of the world in the late Qing Dynasty, with wars and chaos and bandits running rampant.

Naturally, he wanted to learn some kung fu to exercise and protect himself.

I never expected that there is such a thing as hard qigong in this world!

"Junior Feng Ji, please pay your respects to Master Zhao."

Zhao Jinhuan was quite looking forward to it, but when he saw Feng Ji coming out, he frowned slightly and there was a look of disappointment in his eyes.

He shook his head and said: "You're welcome, Mr. Feng. I have a few questions to ask Mr. Feng."

"Just call me Feng Ji. If there is any problem, Feng Ji will definitely tell you everything."

Zhao Jinhuan nodded and asked with a smile: "Feng Ji, your Feng family has a lot of wealth. You have been pampered since you were a child. Why do you want to learn martial arts? You must know that practicing martial arts is not a child's play. You have to practice three nines in the winter and three days in the summer. You can afford it. This pain?"

Feng Ji thought for a while and said: "To be honest with Master Zhao, Feng Ji is bent on martial arts. In today's world, bandits are rampant and foreigners are rampant. Although my family has some wealth, but it cannot be preserved, there will be a disaster. If these are gone, After all, I'm just a weakling."

"If I can learn martial arts successfully, firstly, I can strengthen my body, and secondly, I can protect Gaotang's family. What does it mean to suffer some hardships?"

"I still hope that Master Zhao will make it happen!"

As he spoke, he bowed deeply, his expression full of sincerity.

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