"After all these years, the good times and scenery must have been just a mere waste. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them about?"
On a long-distance bus, Zhu Jiazheng was sitting in the car reading Liu Yong's poems, but his mind was on the man next to him.
This man has been staring at me since he got in the car!
She is naturally beautiful, and she grew up in a good environment. She has a temperament that is far beyond that of an ordinary woman. She is the focus of the crowd wherever she goes.
I also encountered a lot of harassment.
Originally, she didn't plan to take the bus, but her work tasks were very tight this time, and she couldn't attract attention.
"If he dares to touch me, I'll spray him!"
Zhu Jia secretly took out the spray from his bag. This is a self-defense weapon specially designed for some unscrupulous people. It contains strong chemical gases and will not be able to recover after being sprayed on people's faces for at least an hour or two.
"Are you a reporter?"
The man saw Zhu Jia's actions and suddenly spoke.
"Who are you?!"
Zhu Jia was shocked when he saw him suddenly revealing his identity. He involuntarily picked up the spray in his hand and was about to spray it out the next moment.
"I'm Duan Zhen." The man replied with a smile.
Since he received Ba Liming's guidance, he has been on the road alone, preparing to travel thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to find the purity in his heart.
This is already the third month since he left.
Unexpectedly, I found a bus this time and walked aimlessly, and I met Zhu Jia.
Zhu Jia's background is not young. She grew up in a compound with Liao Junhua. They have a very good relationship with each other and are considered to be the third generation of celebrities.
But compared to his status, he is much smaller.
"...Duan Zhen? Master Duan?"
Zhu Jia finally took a closer look at the man in front of him. The more he looked at him, the more he looked like that mysterious young man.
From childhood to adulthood, the specific inside story of Duan Zhen's family has only existed in their speculations and stories.
The super consortium behind the scenes that lasts for hundreds or even thousands of years, spans industries across the world, and has their shadow in all walks of life.
Moreover, the head of the family of this generation only has an only son, his name is Duan Zhen. I heard that he is still a high school student, but I don’t know where he is studying.
This is someone that all her old masters in the capital should pay attention to.
"You must be Zhu Jia." Duan Zhen allowed Zhu Jia to be stunned.
He has long looked down upon these annoying powers and wealth.
It is impossible to imagine how deep my identity is, and the deeper I dig, the more unpredictable it becomes.
Zhu Jia suddenly came back to her senses, her face turned slightly red, and she said:
"Ah! Yes! I am Zhu Jia, you didn't expect Master Duan to know about me?"
She grew up listening to the stories of the mysterious Duan family, and she didn't expect to meet the future heir today.
Duan Zhen nodded and stopped talking for a while.
What does it mean to be pure?
In the past three months, he traveled thousands of miles across rivers and mountains, climbed three mountains and five mountains, and traveled across all five lakes and seas, seeing the picturesque scenery.
Although we all travel by car, we have seen them before.
Is it really necessary to walk hard on foot in order to understand the world and move yourself?
He was lost in thought for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.
Zhu Jia became a little cautious instead. She didn't expect to meet Duan Zhen here. Seeing that the other party didn't speak, she felt a little restless.
After two full hours, Duan Zhen woke up from his meditation and said casually:
"Where to go next?"
Although she didn't mention her by name, Zhu Jia knew that Duan Zhen was asking herself, so she quickly answered:
"I'm going overseas to do an exclusive interview about Chinese martial artists. Taiwan takes it very seriously!"
"Chinese martial artist?"
Duan Zhen thought about the timeline. At this point, Wang Chao should be re-walking the Long March and experiencing the spirit of the times that will shine on future generations.
Wang Chao is about to break through An Jin.
He played with a bead in his hand and said casually:
"Let's make arrangements and I'll go too."
Are you going too?
Just as Zhu Jia was wondering, he heard a group of steady and powerful voices coming from behind and behind the seats.
Looking around, a dozen big men stood up and answered respectfully in the swaying car:
"Yes! Master!"
"Don't make such a big noise."
"As you command! Master!"
Duan Zhen shook his head. He was protected 24 hours a day, and no matter where he went, there were people following him secretly.
There is no way to hide. These people are proficient in various hiding methods, and they often pretend to be ordinary people.
Follow him wherever he goes.
This time it was less. He remembered that when he took the green train half a month ago, that section of the car was full of people who protected him.
"this...."
Zhu Jia stuck out his tongue. As expected of a young man, there were more than forty people in this car. Unexpectedly, a quarter of them were his bodyguards.
...
Nanyang was the name given to Southeast Asia during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and it was a concept centered on China.
Including the Malay Islands, Philippine Islands, and Indonesian Islands.
It also includes the coastal areas of Indochina and the Malay Peninsula.
Duan Zhen and Zhu Jia have now arrived at the Philippine Islands and landed on a speedboat.
"Master, we have been contacted."
The man in tuxedo who had been following Duan Zhen spoke slowly.
His name is Duan Shiyi, and he is the person who has been responsible for protecting Duan Zhen.
The power of the Duan family covers the world, and of course there are great masters of Chinese martial arts among them.
There are sections one to twenty-four within the family, with one being the most and twenty-four being the last.
The first nine people are all concentrating their strength, and I heard that the first person is still a master of alchemy.
I just don’t know who it is.
In the country, there are three strong military men, Yan Yuanyi, Liu Mubai, and Wu Yunlong, who can help.
I don’t know what kind of background I have, but I can actually make people who are holding the pill and sitting on the saddle willing to help.
In ancient times, it would not be an exaggeration to say that these people were gods.
Why are you still willing to work for the Duan family?
Without thinking any more, he took Zhu Jia to the Nanyang Martial Arts Association.
A dark red gate, with a white jade lion standing on each side, the carvings are vivid, as if they want to choose people to devour.
Standing at the door was a man in his mid-thirties, with an extremely handsome face and a gleam in his eyes, exuding an intoxicating temperament.
President of Nanyang Martial Arts Association, Zhao Guangrong.
"Hahaha! It's so wonderful that nephew Duan Xian can come to our club! I wonder how my father is doing?"
Zhao Guangrong greeted Duan Zhen warmly as soon as he saw him, as if he had been an uncle and nephew for many years.
My father? Duan Zhen shook his head. These people had lived overseas for a long time, and they used the wrong honorifics.
"Uncle Zhao, it's been a long time." Duan Zhen held Zhao Guangrong's hand and looked at him slightly.
The opponent's hands were slightly relaxed as he walked, and the muscles all over his body seemed weak, but Duan Zhen knew that this was a super master who could hold the pill and sit astride it!
The thirty-two movements of Taizu Changquan in one hand have evolved into a "sitting on the golden luan" posture.
The Jinluan Hall was a place where only emperors in ancient times could sit. Who among ordinary boxing practitioners would dare to say that they can sit still?
Zhao Guangrong once put on a show, pulling two strong horses with ropes tied to his legs. No matter how others whipped the horses, he could not move at all.
The two exchanged polite greetings, and Zhao Guangrong invited Duan Zhen and his party inside.
After three rounds of tea, Zhao Guangrong slowly spoke:
"I wonder if my nephew is here this time, but what's going on?"
Duan Zhen glanced at Zhu Jia, who was a little embarrassed, and said:
"This time I moved to break through the dark power. I came to Nanyang just on a whim. I mainly wanted to follow the little princess of the Zhu family."
"I see."
Zhao Guangrong glanced at Zhu Jia and said with a smile:
"Then my dear nephew, don't worry, Nanyang is very beautiful, and you will definitely gain something!"
The two talked several more times, and soon Duan Zhen pushed Zhu Jia out and asked her to discuss with Zhao Guangrong about conducting an exclusive interview with a Chinese martial artist.
With the help of the president of the Nanyang Martial Arts Association, I think she can successfully complete the interview.
...
A strong wind surged by the beach, and the salty sea breeze blew the entire beach.
"boom!"
Two figures walked back and forth on the sand, their figures intersecting.
Duan Zhen stepped into the shape of a Xingyi monkey, with all the hair on his body standing up and tensing up, trying to avoid the incoming attack.
Taizu Changquan Seven Stars!
He is fighting Zhao Guangrong!
"Good nephew! Be careful!"
Zhao Guangrong only stretched out one hand, but his feet were as fast as a starlight. His body shuttled between them, combined with the flow of Yu's steps, like an afterimage, and struck instantly with the force of thunder.
When Zhao Guangrong's body just started to move, Duan Zhen decisively deployed the monkey poking honeycomb. He was like a giant monkey, constantly leaping over and over.
But there is still no way to avoid it!
Zhao Guangrong seemed to have exerted only a small amount of force. The seven stars under his feet turned, and the strength surged into the muscles of his right hand, pushing out an awl-like wind.
Divine fist power!
With this punch, even the sound of the wind fell behind him, and it was extremely silent, as if there was only the wind of the fist and nothing else in the world.
Duan Zhen's whole body's escape route was blocked, and he had no place to escape. He couldn't help but put his elbows across his heart, his waist and horse shook with strength, and his hands were like pythons, clinging to the punch.
He made a sharp move, and the punch was slightly deflected.
Seeing that it was effective, his energy immediately surged up. His hands were like a giant ape traversing the mountains and forests, and he suddenly exerted force to the side.
Tai Chi moves the blocking position, stretches the ape's arms through the back!
This decisive attack made even Zhao Guangrong nod secretly.
But his fist was still on Duan Zhen's chest, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it.
Zhao Guangrong carried his left hand on his back. Although his right hand was wrapped around him, it was like a dark black and red iron rod, extremely hard.
"The Tai Chi movement block blocked my divine fist force, and then it turned into a back-passing ape-turning force. It can be said that there is no mistake in the fighting method! It would have been the same for me. It's a pity that my nephew is too weak. "
Zhao Guangrong retracted his fist and looked at Duan Zhen with a smile.
He took the time to tutor Duan Zhen these days and found that Duan Zhen's qualifications were really rare.
Moreover, the playing style is like a precise machine, and any moves can be resolved accordingly.
It's a pity that the strength is too weak, and the strength of the whole body is not enough to shake him.
The change of luck in the two moves just now, if it is a master of alchemy, may cause his strength to shift, and maybe his center of gravity will be slightly lost.
"You need to practice your stance slowly. The more you practice, the stronger your strength will be. Look at me!"
Zhao Guangrong saw that Duan Zhen stopped talking and took a few steps.
His heart burst out with a violent sound, like a drum roaring in his chest.
The body slowly stood in an extremely slow posture, with the feet spread shoulder-width apart and sinking slightly.
Just like an ordinary horse step.
But Duan Zhen felt a majestic momentum in a trance.
It seems that Zhao Guangrong is not riding on horseback, but sitting upright in the Jinluan Hall, overlooking the world.
Taizu holds a long fist and sits on a golden luan!
Duan Zhen looked at this posture carefully, and his body followed suit.
The energy around the body continues to travel throughout the body, as if there is a kind of power that is about to burst out from the skin.
"Hahahaha! My nephew is also my true successor!"
Zhao Guangrong patted Duan Zhen on the shoulder, turned and left.
Duan Zhen stood there for a long time before slowly getting up.
The sea breeze is getting stronger and stronger, and it has also been a typhoon day recently. Water vapor is gathering in the clouds in the distance, and a storm is coming.
He looked around, and while the bodyguards were not paying attention, he jumped towards the sea.
"thump!"
The body was like a weight, sinking straight to the bottom of the shallow sea.
