Huang Jingyun left anyway.
No matter how sophisticated his plan is.
No matter how beautiful the idea is.
Is there some kind of tacit understanding with the Japanese?
Yang Lin didn't know about these things.
He only saw that after Marilyn appeared, Huang Jingyun's arrogance was immediately extinguished, and he also scolded the Japanese, carried the wounded to the hospital for treatment, and collected Sato's body.
There was no mention of how the Jingwu Sect members, especially Yang Lin, fought and killed.
That seemed to be the end of the matter.
But Yang Lin knew that this was actually just the beginning.
…
Although the previous conversation was very short.
Didn't hear much key information.
However, the disciples of Jingwu Sect still figured out the identity of this pretty little girl who looked like a little white flower in front of them.
Although he was extremely curious, he still resisted coming forward.
Even the outer disciples, whose eyes were full of excitement and admiration, did not dare to rush to greet Yang Lin at this time and say hello.
Just watch from a distance.
Also afraid that others would find out.
"Master Yang is this..."
One disciple quietly gave a thumbs up. It doesn't matter if his martial arts are so high that he can't be beaten, but he still looks like that, that one is special..."
Although since ancient times, men have not been proud of their appearance.
Just look at skills and abilities.
However, who wouldn’t want to be more beautiful than Pan An Songyu?
My parents gave me my appearance. There is nothing I can do about it. There is no plastic surgery in this era. Even if there is plastic surgery, I can't change the aura that I have grown into.
On the contrary, the skin and flesh will become stiff, which makes people unhappy.
Therefore, it is a bit rare to grow up like Yang Lin.
"Yes, yes, it would be great if I could learn a few moves from Master Yang. I just heard them say that the move Master Yang used to seize the sword earlier was Master Huo's special move, the Mizong Fist."
"Why, I saw that he was much stronger than the young gym leader when he used it. Isn't this the Huo family's boxing technique?"
"Shh, don't say that, look at the young master..."
Some of the more mature disciples quickly stopped him.
In the martial arts training ground, the excited disciples were talking a lot. Most of these people were rough people who had not read many books and did not have many cities. They just said whatever they thought of...
Suddenly, Huo Ting'en's face turned green and white. He stood there for a long time and then said: "Quickly, take the sixth and ninth junior brothers to the room and ask the doctor to come and take a look and prescribe some medicine."
Xiaohui looked at Huo Ting'en worriedly at first, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and she wanted to step forward and say something, but finally stopped.
She turned to look at Yang Ying, who was silent next to her, and saw that the other person had his head lowered, and felt a little strange: "Eighth Junior Sister, your brother defeated the Japanese and is so powerful, why do you seem unhappy?
If I were you, I would run up to him and pester him to teach me step by step every day. It would be good to learn not only half, but 20 or 30%. At least I could knock those little devils down...
By the way, you know what? I just heard Master Chen say that the moment he grabbed the sword was the Mizong Fist passed down by his master. He actually practiced the Huo family's secret technique of swallowing the weather in one breath. It must be very fast. I can't see the shadow clearly... …”
Yang Ying looked at this senior sister and best friend blankly, opening and closing her mouth.
'Aren't you the most fascinated by the second senior brother? He was said to have excellent boxing skills and good looks. Did he rebel so quickly? "
Thinking of the third brother who hated people and dogs, and then seeing the third brother standing there now, becoming the focus of everyone's eyes.
Thinking of Sister Lan Xin, who wanted to break away from her family's marriage arrangement and prepare to travel to the East to study.
Thinking again of Hangzhou’s Xishan, that handful of solitary graves...
Yang Ying was in a daze for a moment, not knowing whether it was really an illusion.
…
"Why are you helping me?"
Facing the entanglement of the little princess Marilyn.
For the first time, Yang Lin didn't show any impatience.
Instead, I was a little confused.
As for that?
He knows that in this era, let alone foreigners looking down on the Chinese, even the Chinese themselves look down on themselves.
But why, this Marilyn was uncharacteristically showing strange enthusiasm towards herself.
He didn't believe that the other party really took a fancy to his own abilities.
There are many people in the world who have the ability.
Do you see which one the British admire and admire?
What they worship is strong ships, sharp cannons, and powerful armies...
Regarding personal force, to be honest, not only any country, but also the whole world, does not pay too much attention to it.
The interest in thermal weapons is accompanied by the end of personal heroism.
The famous people at this time were all famous generals and commanders, people who could lead people to defend their country, or destroy the country and open up new frontiers.
What I admire is their brains, their vision and charisma.
On the contrary, we no longer hear about those personal heroes who are willful, chivalrous and heroic.
Such people are just a drop of water or a speck of dust in the great tide of the times. They are not taken seriously and are insignificant.
“In the first two years, I made a friend who couldn’t speak British.
He is usually quiet, seems to have no conflicts with anyone, and looks easy to bully.
But, one day, I saw her secretly practicing her sword on the grass. Her body was spinning, the sword was dancing, and she was flying like a butterfly. It was so beautiful..."
Marilyn didn't answer, but told her story.
That year, when she was eleven years old and still studying in a missionary school, she met a friend from the East, who I heard was some kind of princess.
She was 100% curious about people from foreign countries with black hair and eyes.
So, tentatively contact each other and learn the advantages of the other party.
She even learned embroidery from the girl.
Only the Bagua sword technique, the other party promised to teach, but didn't have time to teach.
Later, the Oriental girl returned home urgently due to something urgent, and there was no news again...
Maybe he died along with that incident, or maybe he fled to some corner of the people and never appeared in front of others again.
"Make it up, make it up as hard as you can."
Listening to the little princess chattering in broken Chinese made her face burst into tears and her eyes filled with tears.
Yang Lin seemed to see a little devil weaving beautiful lies, and saw the horns growing on the girl's head.
"You still don't believe it?"
Marilyn's face was full of depression.
I said it so carefully.
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, but you helped a lot today, but I will remember this favor.
If you want to learn the essence of actual combat and the true teachings of swordsmanship, there is absolutely no way. "
Yang Lin put on a straight face and emphasized his principles again.
If you are not from my clan, your heart will definitely be different.
It doesn't matter whether the other party will spread their martial arts to Britain, or whether there are some warriors who don't understand the defense of Yixia and teach the foreigners' real skills.
However, this head cannot be opened by oneself.
"So, if you just want to learn some swordsmanship routines and make your boxing look good, I can teach you."
Well, let me let you, the little British princess, experience the beautiful martial arts routines that will be practiced by everyone in the future.
Only the best, not better.
When it comes to fighting, there are only the most useless, not even more useless.
Any strong farmer can knock him down with one punch.
Life and death destroyed the invincible reputation built by generations of masters in Chuanwu.
Martial arts finally became a performing art.
Yes, it’s performance art.
Yang Lin is going to teach this, he will teach boxing but not footwork, he will teach moves but not strength...
"Okay, I want to learn the sword first, and learn from your plum blossom sword." The little princess had no idea of Yang Lin's sinister intentions, and she suddenly smiled so hard that her mouth widened.
Don't tell me, you have such a big mouth.
