Xianwu world shuttle system

Chapter 16 The Iron Shirt

Chapter 24: Iron Shirt

The lion dance was wonderful, but there was a small accident in the middle. Fortunately, Huang Feihong and Lin Qing took over and successfully completed the lion dance.

Lin Qing sincerely admired Liu Yongfu, the admiral, and cared about the country and the people, but it was a pity that the Qing Dynasty was corrupt.

In the end, Liu Yongfu still left, and took thousands of black flag troops to Annan to fight against the French army. In addition to leaving hundreds of black flag navy troops and handing them over to Huang Feihong to form a militia, he also left a writing Paper fan with unequal treaty.

For more than a month, apart from organizing and training the disbanded Black Flag Navy, Huang Feihong would pick up the paper fan presented by Liu Yongfu whenever he had free time, and sometimes even shut himself in the room and forget to come out. Have a meal.

"Dong dong dong, master, it's time to eat!" Lin Qing shouted while knocking on Huang Feihong's door with the food in one hand.

"Oh, it's Xiaoqing, the door is open, come in!" Huang Feihong's gloomy voice came from inside the room.

Lin Qing pushed the door open and went in, and saw Huang Feihong sitting at the table with an unfolded paper fan in his hand.

Putting the food in front of Huang Feihong, Lin Qing stood aside and smiled, "Master, let's eat first!"

"Oh, good, I've made up my mind!" Looking at Lin Qing who was standing aside, a trace of relief flashed across Huang Feihong's face.

Huang Feihong was very happy to receive this disciple. Lin Qing was not only very talented in learning martial arts, but also worked very hard. What's more commendable is that although this disciple has a lot of knowledge and reads a lot, he has always been very talented. He is modest, and gets along very harmoniously with his seniors, and he doesn't look down on his few seniors who haven't read much. The only thing that worries him is that this disciple has very clear concepts of right and wrong, and sometimes even some ideas deviate from the scriptures. Tao, out of line with the world.In this chaotic world, Huang Feihong was very worried that this disciple would cause some disaster someday.

However, Huang Feihong's worry was really normal. Lin Qing had been influenced by the Internet explosion in his previous life, and he hated the Qing Dynasty very much. If it wasn't because of his lack of ability, Lin Qing would have to learn from Sun Wen and overthrow the Qing Dynasty.

"Sit down and eat! Master has something to tell you." Huang Feihong said in a rather heavy tone.

"Yes, Master." Lin Qing nodded, sat down, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, took a bowl of it and started eating.

"Xiao Qing, the world has changed, and you have been back to China for a few months, have you thought about what you want to do in the future?" Huang Feihong asked suddenly while eating.

"Ah?!" Hearing Huang Feihong's question, Lin Qing was startled.

This is the movie world, and he doesn't have much time left, so he can only try his best to complete the tasks given by the system, and he really hasn't thought about other things.

"Hey, Xiao Qing, Master knows that you are very smart and have principles in doing things, but Master hopes that you can remember that no matter what you do in the future, you must be worthy of your conscience." Huang Feihong said seriously.

It's just that Huang Feihong didn't expect that what he said today would come true soon.

"I see, Master." Lin Qing said.

"It's good to know, Uncle Zhang invited me to Datong Restaurant for tea, and you will come with me later." Huang Feihong said.

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"Xiao Qing, where is Aunt Thirteen? She disappeared after dinner." Huang Feihong opened the curtain and walked out of the pharmacy. He was bending down to collect the herbs placed on the ground to dry. He asked.

"Oh, Master, Aunt Thirteen seems to have said that Boss Zhang of the theatrical troupe asked her to help take photos of the new play for publicity." Lin Qing raised her head and thought for a while.

"Hey, what does it look like for a woman who stays away all day?" Huang Feihong frowned, shook his head with a sigh, and then asked Lin Qing, "Where are A Su and A Kai?"

"The two brothers just went to Uncle Zhang's house to collect herbs. Master, what's the matter?" Lin Qing asked strangely after putting away the herbs.

"Oh, it's okay, the nansafflower used for the medicine for sores suddenly disappeared. I wanted to ask Ah Kai to buy some." Huang Feihong waved his hands.

"You don't need to wait for senior brother, master, I'll just go." Lin Qing smiled lightly and went to buy medicine.

"Well, here, I'll give you the money!" Huang Feihong saw Lin Qing was leaving, and quickly took out a bunch of copper coins from his arms to hand to Lin Qing.

"No need, master, I have money!" Lin Qing didn't accept the money Huang Feihong handed over. After a few months, Lin Qing also knew that Huang Feihong's life was not rich, and he had to support such a large medical clinic with a meager income. people often give medical treatment to poor people for free.

Moreover, there is no tuition fee for imparting martial arts, even for accepting Lin Qing as a disciple. Lin Qing has been in Baozhilin for so long, and he basically spends his food and accommodation in Baozhilin, so there is basically no chance to spend money. In a month's time, he didn't even spend a single silver horn.

He thought about handing over the money to Huang Feihong, but unfortunately Huang Feihong insisted on not accepting it, and in the end he could only keep it himself, and stay in Baozhilin when he finally left.

"It seems like it's going to rain, remember to bring an umbrella!" Huang Feihong didn't insist, and smiled as he watched Lin Qing run away, looking at the flashing thunder and lightning in the sky. There are many thunderstorms in the summer in the south, and reminded him loudly.

"Understood, Master!" Lin Qing grabbed the tarpaulin umbrella by the door and strode towards the pharmacy.

Lin Qing walked a few streets, and arrived at the largest Fushan Medicine Hall nearby, and said to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, weigh ten catties of nanhonghua for me."

"Chenghui, one yuan and five copper coins, you can just give me one yuan." The shopkeeper said with a smile, holding a bag of southern safflower.

Lin Qing took out a silver dollar from his pocket and handed it over, carrying the nanhonghua handed over by the shopkeeper, and was about to go out.

Boom!Boom!
Suddenly there were several thunders in the sky, and then raindrops fell rapidly, and the whole world suddenly became a world of rain.

"Fortunately, I listened to Master and took the umbrella!" Lin Qing smiled slightly, opened the oilcloth paper umbrella in his hand, and walked into the rain.

In the torrential rain, a middle-aged man was bare-chested, with braids coiled around his neck and a rag in his mouth. The barrels of two long guns were pushed against the threshold of the restaurant on one side, and the tips of the guns on the other Then put it on the neck of the middle-aged man.

If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely think that street performers are just playing tricks to get entertainment and cheat people out of their money, but Lin Qing has been practicing martial arts for almost a year, and he has a little different vision than ordinary people. The spear on the young man's neck is absolutely real.

I saw the big man propped up his hands, the muscles on his body were piled up like stones, there was a burst of bone friction all over his body, the veins on his forehead burst out, his left foot stepped forward fiercely, and the two spear points on his neck turned out to be Instead of piercing his neck, the barrel of the gun suddenly bent down as if under a huge force.

clap clap! ! !

I saw the middle-aged man exerting force again, and the barrel of the gun made two crisp sounds, and the two barrels of the gun were broken from the middle, and fell into four pieces on the street.

"Is this the Iron Cloth shirt?" Lin Qing was a little jealous, let alone the sword, even if the machine gun shells bombarded him, he would not be able to kill him.Although the man in front of him, Tie Bushan, is powerful, he has not reached the level of a master of horizontal training, at most he is a master of horizontal training, if he is shot by a foreign gun, he will still die under the foreign gun.

"Senior, good work!" Lin Qing couldn't help but praise when he saw this.

"Small skills, nothing to worry about!" The middle-aged man clasped his fists and said modestly, but his face was full of confidence.

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