"Explain, then I'll give you an explanation."
Zhang Kun grabbed a piece of Beijing Daily next to him, stretched out his hand and shook it flat, and flicked it with his two fingers.
Chi...
The newspaper turned into a wheel, broke through the air, screamed, and hit Yuan Shuangcheng's neck.
An eye-catching sharp energy locked onto Yuan Shuangcheng.
Even before the newspaper arrived, he was already breathing hard and his heart was beating fast.
"Be bold!"
Next to him, a middle-aged man in gray clothes with his beard and hair spread out shouted loudly and rushed forward.
He reacted extremely quickly, and in an instant, his fingers were like hooks in front of the newspaper that was being cut like a knife or an ax.
If you catch it with one claw, you will tear it apart.
From jumping out of the body to grabbing...
This man pounced like a huge flying eagle.
His body moves, his muscles and bones vibrate, he turns out to be a master of dark energy.
The skill of the eagle claw in one hand is so perfect that it is even better than Zhao Ying, the master of the Crouching Tiger Village.
"Chi!"
The powerful eagle claws and Hunyuan finger power, which seemed to be incomparable, did not have any effect.
This piece of paper has no acupuncture points and cannot separate muscles and bones.
The middle-aged man in gray clothes can neither use various subtle techniques nor need to show off his tricks.
At this time, what I saw was only stability and ruthlessness.
The comparison is about attack power and the ingenuity of using force to offload force.
It's a pity that he obviously overestimated his eagle claw skill... The reputation of the Eagle Claw King of North River could not save one of his palms.
With a clear and sharp sound of cracking silk.
Half of the palm of the middle-aged man in gray was suddenly broken.
He felt an irresistible huge force coming from the rotating and sectioned paper.
As soon as the contact came into contact, half of the body became numb, and the body fell backwards... As blood spattered everywhere, before the pain entered his mind, he saw that the paper was not completely castrated and was still flying towards Yuan Shuangcheng's throat.
After all, it is a little slower and less powerful.
'I broke off a palm, but my efforts were not in vain after all. '
At this moment, Eagle Claw King Chen Yongkang's heart was full of bitterness, feeling that his life's achievements were in vain and his future was ruined.
I only hope that with this blocking effect, General Yuan can remember some friendship and be able to retire with peace of mind in the future.
"Qiang..."
"Bang!"
Two crisp gold-iron collisions pierced the eardrums in succession.
Everyone exclaimed just as they exited the room, they saw Yuan Shuangcheng's sword suddenly exploded like a silver ring, broke off, and the front part of the sword had fallen onto the granite stone in the lobby.
And the newspaper, at some point, stopped its spinning impact and stopped in front of Yuan Shuangcheng's throat.
There was a wind blowing in the hall, and the newspapers were fluttering and slowly falling.
…
With a snap of his fingers, he defeated the Eagle Claw King and broke the iron sword. He still used his remaining strength to draw a shallow blood mark on Yuan Shuangcheng's throat.
Then, its momentum was gone and it floated to the ground.
His skills are so strong and his calculations so clever that he is like a god or a ghost.
When everyone first heard about Zhang Kun, they only knew that he broke into the palace for the second time and was lawless.
Moreover, he also killed officials and thieves, and fought to the death with foreigners...
He is simply a crazy person who doesn't care about anything when he gets angry.
He sounds like a reckless man with no brains and no strategy.
For such a reckless man, in their opinion, having five sword kings is enough.
One more Zhang Kun will only cause trouble, instead of seeing benefits, he will see harm.
Wen Yuzhang showed up twice with his troops for the sake of the Yuanshun Escort Agency, not because he looked at Zhang Kun in a different light.
In fact, neither Kang Beihai nor Yuan Shuangcheng even thought about meeting Zhang Kun.
I thought to myself, what can this kind of warrior do no matter how crazy and strong he is? A group of soldiers can surround and kill them, that's all.
They didn't understand until today.
Some things cannot be taken for granted.
After breaking into the palace for the second time, he can still live well, eat well and cause trouble everywhere. It’s not that others are stupid or magnanimous.
Instead, she had nothing to do with him and could only watch him enjoy himself.
Just like the situation before me...
When Yuan Shuangcheng traveled, for the sake of safety, he took with him three famous Anjin boxers that he had managed to win over, as well as a battalion of 500 elite new troops.
"First Evolution"
However, even with so many people and so many preparations, when he actually faced it, he still felt isolated and helpless.
It's like standing alone in the wilderness wearing thin clothes in a world of ice and snow.
My heart was chilled to the core.
…
"I wonder if Governor Yuan is satisfied or dissatisfied with this explanation?"
Zhang Kun chuckled and finally stood up.
His right hand, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, pressed on the Taishi chair.
"hiss……"
Everyone gasped.
All of them felt cold in their bodies.
As he pressed down with his palm, the strong and thick mahogany Taishi chair was like a sand dune by the water... blown by the wind, it turned into countless tiny wood chips and collapsed into a pile.
The air is filled with the pleasant fragrance of wood, which not only refreshes the mind but also shocks the heart.
The smell of broken logs told them. This wooden Taishi chair did not break in advance...
The previous stable and solid appearance was really capable of seating people.
The freshly cracked aroma wafted into their noses, something they had smelled when the newspaper was first established.
At that time, several people watched the carpenter polish it by hand.
Moreover, I heard the other party boast that the chair can be guaranteed to be incorruptible for a hundred years.
Is this a hundred years?
One hundred days is not even close.
Seeing Zhang Kun showing these two hands one after another, Yuan Shuangcheng, Kang Beihai and others' eyebrows jumped wildly, and for a moment, they didn't know how to say something.
When I first arrived, my aggressive mentality of launching an army to punish the enemy became a joke.
Don't talk about holding people accountable.
What we have to consider now is whether we will be held accountable by others...
Xu Shi discovered the dangerous situation of Yuan Shuangcheng and others.
There was a roar outside the door, and a group of soldiers rushed in. They attacked two sides, lined up, and aimed their guns.
When a general comes in and is in danger, and the commanders below are still unaware, that would be a dereliction of duty.
The leading guerrilla general, without thinking, rushed in with a group of new troops at the head, all like wolves and tigers.
Suddenly, in the hall, a hoarse voice shouted: "Don't shoot, don't aim, don't point the gun at him, you must not, you will kill everyone."
A man stood up in the corner, his face frightened and miserable, his whole body trembling violently.
It seemed that he was reminded of the previous situation where he and others raised their guns and took aim.
How did you survive this life?
It's not because of his strong ability, but because he hasn't mastered the basic skills of raising a gun to aim and shooting continuously as an infantryman.
Before the gun was raised halfway and the horizontal end was not stable, the brothers in the front row were dead.
How dare they continue to take action?
Ants still live in vain, let alone humans?
Therefore, even if they saw Yuan Shuangcheng leading his troops, these soldiers did not have much fighting spirit to resist.
They know that this little strength is far from enough.
But my own general is still so close and has such a high airs. Isn't this just sticking his head out and letting others slaughter him?
Yuan Shuangcheng looked at the soldiers who were shouting and crying, and immediately fell silent.
He waved his hand, and the group of soldiers behind him quietly retreated.
In this army, he spent countless efforts to practice discipline, physical fitness, and military skills.
Not only are all of them capable of fighting and daring to risk their lives in charge, but the greatest achievement is that their willpower has been trained to be very tenacious, and they will definitely not surrender until the most desperate moment.
But it was this kind of elite soldiers who were commendable in everything from military discipline to combat prowess. At this time, they were as well-behaved as a flock of sheep and were arranged to squat in the corner.
Even now, few dare to stand up.
What kind of horrific things did they see?
Just when the atmosphere was unspeakably cold, a thirty-year-old scholar wearing a green robe with a determined and cold face took two steps forward and picked up the newspaper.
This man's face was full of heroism, and he had a rather nonchalant demeanor.
Even though he was facing this tense situation, he seemed not to notice it.
Zhang Kun vaguely guessed his identity.
Noticing Zhang Kun's gaze, the scholar raised his hand and said, "Master Zhang, Tan, can you take a closer look at the contents of the newspaper?"
It turned out to be Tan Weixin.
Zhang Kun smiled and stretched out his hand: "Please."
Tan Weixin took the newspaper in his hand and weighed it first, as if he was very curious as to how the paper could cut off his palm and cut off the sword. After looking at Zhang Kun thoughtfully, he focused his attention on the contents of the newspaper.
I just scanned it hastily and read seven or eight breaths. The content of the text was already in my eyes and in my heart...
There was anger on the green-robed scholar's face: "Who wrote this article, and who approved it? To smear Master Zhang and praise the auspicious warrior. If I hadn't been watching this, I would have been deceived."
Everyone in the newspaper office bowed their heads, and a middle-aged man pointed to the door. "He Fangyuan wrote it, and Tang Wenyuan finalized it and polished it. Three thousand copies were printed and distributed everywhere, but..."
As the middle-aged man talked, he choked up and couldn't speak anymore.
It is clear.
The two headless corpses were Tang Wenyuan and He Fangyuan.
Tan Weixin touched his chin in embarrassment, turned around and said to the bearded middle-aged man who had been sullen and silent: "Teacher, this may be a misunderstanding. Senior Brother Wenyuan and others are compiling facts on their own. The manuscript is full of slanderous remarks about Zhang Kun, which is very detrimental to his reputation. Such a result is really unexpected."
He cupped his hands and said in a low voice: "We are all our own people, why don't we make big things trivial, turn trivial things into small things, and just let it go?"
"As for General Yuan, what has happened has happened. Now the deceased is dead and cannot be saved... In my opinion, it is better for everyone to just laugh and fight, so as not to damage the harmony."
These words were obviously meant to intercede for Zhang Kun.
In fact, he was advising Kang Beihai and Yuan Shuangcheng... Stop fighting. If you don't step down properly, it's hard to say what the consequences will be if a fight breaks out later.
If you look again, that person doesn't seem to be giving in.
Why don't you take a step back first.
Hearing Tan Weixin speak like this, Yuan Shuangcheng's face turned green and white, and his chest rose and fell several times visible to the naked eye. It was obvious that he mustered up and lost courage, and his thoughts were changing over and over again.
"Walk……"
Finally, he didn't say anything more, turned around and left with a dark face.
The three dark strength boxers, including the Eagle Claw King Chen Yongkang, turned back and took a deep look at Zhang Kun, and found that the man was standing there, towering like a mountain, with an aura as powerful as an abyss.
My heart couldn't help but tighten, and without saying a word, I followed Yuan Shuangcheng as if I was following Yuan Shuangcheng's body and left in a hurry.
The soldiers behind him hurriedly followed up, feeling quite gray.
After he stepped out of the door, no one spoke in the hall, and Zhang Kun stood quietly, with even a subtle smile on his face.
I don't know if it's sarcasm or ridicule.
…
Yuan Shuangcheng walked out of the gate and walked dozens of meters before he stopped and took a few deep breaths.
"Such a reckless man, such a reckless man."
The expression in his eyes was changing, but he finally sighed and his voice turned gentle: "Master Yongkang, are there many people like this in the world?"
Chen Yongkang looked stunned. He pinched the blood vessels in his injured palm to stop the blood loss. He was slightly confused and said: "It's hard to say here in the capital. If the incident of breaking into the palace for the second time is true...
So, except for a few old antiques who don't know life or death, it is impossible to find someone who can defeat him head-on. Even if it were the fifth sword king, if he really faced off against him, his chances of winning would probably not be too great, and he would probably lose more. "
Chen Yongkang said and turned to look at the other two people: "Master Yan, Master Fang, what do you think?"
Master Yan is Yan Shijie, a great master of Yan Qing Quan’s secret strength, and Master Fang is Fang Jisheng, a master of the secret strength of Eight Immortals Quan. Together with the powerful Eagle Claw King Chen Yongkang, Yuan Shuangcheng visited him from all over the country and served as military instructors. They spent their spare time to protect their own safety.
It's not that after training in the new army and mastering advanced firearms, Yuan Shuangcheng looked down on martial arts people.
He knows better than anyone else.
Advanced firearms and artillery are just tools. How powerful they can be depends on the strength of the person using them.
This is the secret of his proficiency in military training.
His focus is people-oriented.
Once the soldiers are strong, everything else is just trivial matters...
As long as you teach them how to use tools, their combat power will be greatly increased.
The same ordnance has completely different combat power in the hands of a strong army and in the hands of a weak brigade.
I have fought countless battles in the first half of my life, and I have also seen repeated battles between armies of various countries and soldiers of the Green Army. What I have seen most is that the Green Army fired guns indiscriminately and collapsed at the first touch...
Such a mob, no matter how advanced the weapons are, is still a bunch of rubbish. Ten times more, facing the capable and powerful foreign army, would be to die.
The generals don't know the soldiers, the soldiers don't know the generals, they neglect training, and everyone is greedy for life and afraid of death.
Therefore, he not only found the infantry training manual of the Federation of Will, but also studied it carefully.
Moreover, he also carefully managed relationships and went to the other side's military to observe and learn.
After mastering the essence of military training of the Will Federation Army, it will be used to cultivate new troops and strive to become a strong army in the world.
More importantly, he also recruited masters from all over the world to serve as military instructors, focusing on improving the strength of individual soldiers and training willpower.
Such soldiers are drawn out. They are strong, able to fight and dare to fight. They are completely different from the previous imperial soldiers.
Originally, he thought that with such a powerful army in hand, the world could be conquered.
Given time, you will not be afraid of the imperial court internally, and you will be able to deter other countries externally.
In this troubled world, it is not impossible to not only settle down and live in peace, but also to achieve great achievements and great achievements.
As for why we are so close to the reformists, it is certainly not because we are optimistic about the success of the reform...
What he is optimistic about is actually the organization of his new army.
As long as the imperial party needs a trump card, it will rise and get all kinds of opportunities, and finally have the last laugh.
Has the reform really failed?
If you lose, you lose.
The army is in hand and the real power is not lost. No matter who the winner is, he will have to weigh the points.
Maybe there will be another chance.
Of course the idea was good, and the first few steps went very smoothly.
Yuan Shuangcheng could advance and attack, and retreat and defend. He held a pivotal position among the reformists. Kang Beihai obeyed his advice, and the emperor also had great trust in him.
The days are getting more and more promising.
But he didn't expect that he would hit a hard nail today.
He touched the blood stains on his throat, which still ached slightly.
If not, if Chen Yongkang, the Eagle Claw King of Beihe, hadn't reacted quickly and risked his life to save him; if he hadn't blocked it with his sword due to his blessed soul, would the neck have been severed?
Or, in fact, even if people like myself don't block that newspaper, it won't really cut through it. But when it reaches the throat, it will stop and stop.
It is impossible to verify what the other party is thinking and whether he wants to kill him or not.
He guessed that it was probably the latter...
Otherwise, if you want to kill him, looking at the pustules of his soldiers, you can probably kill them at any time.
This is why Yuan Shuangcheng turned around and left.
A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.
When faced with a tiger that can eat you at any time, either kill it or avoid it.
Standing there in vain is the unwisest thing to do.
"I need a master, but I don't believe that there is no boxing master stronger than him in this huge world."
Yuan Shuangcheng said in a deep voice.
Eyes burning with wildfire...
"Yes, there is. As far as I know, there are at least three people in the world who are more than capable of beating him. Moreover, these three people are in their prime and have not aged."
Chen Yongkang thought for a moment and said bluntly.
…
As Yuan Shuangcheng, the biggest helper, also turned and left, no matter how reserved Kang Beihai was, he could no longer keep his face.
"Fu Sheng, please handle this place well. Don't let the reformers feel disappointed. We must make proper arrangements."
Throw this sentence away in a hurry.
Mr. Beihai turned around and left with the people with different expressions.
He didn't even look at Zhang Kun, and turned a blind eye to those in the newspaper office.
This time, he came with great momentum, got things done in an anticlimactic manner, and left in a gray state.
As a teacher, he really had no shame in seeing his students again.
Before leaving the house, he looked back at Tan Weixin, who was chatting happily with Zhang Kun, narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped away, and never looked back.
Tan Weixin did not notice Kang Beihai's subtle expression, but Zhang Kun sensed it clearly.
But he sighed in his heart.
'No wonder these two people didn't end up on the same road. Is there already a gap between them now? '
Could it be that he himself has become the cause of the bad relationship between the two of them.
However, no matter what, this Tan Fusheng can still be trusted.
Not just because of his personal relationship with Mr. Wang, the bodyguard.
The kind of friendship that can support life and death, and share adversity, and the loyalty that moves the world, is really heart-breaking.
This kind of character may be limited by the times and has some problems with his vision and strategy. In terms of personal character, there is definitely nothing to say.
"Where is Mr. Wang's bodyguard now? Does Brother Tan know? If he were in the capital, he wouldn't have made such a joke.
As a pioneer of the reform and reform, he went so far as to target the Yuanshun Escort Agency, myself, and open my eyes to the foreigners... This matter cannot be justified no matter where you talk. "
Some things seem to be accidental, but in fact they are inevitable.
But it can't be explained simply by asking for perfection in order to succeed in the reform.
"Alas, Master Zhang doesn't know something. Nowadays, the situation of reform is in danger. Externally, we all say that the fifth brother Wang is in Wancheng and cannot be separated. In fact, he has rushed back to the capital a long time ago and is guarding the city. It has been in the palace for many days."
Tan Weixin bowed his hands in a vague manner towards the palace, with a bitter look on his face.
…………
Asking for a monthly ticket.
