Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 432 Kyushu Eight Extremes Movement

"Mr. Yuan, frankly speaking, whoever can make the Qing Dynasty abdicate, remove the regent Aixinjueluo Chuntai, fulfill the people's wishes, and give credit to the capable will be judged by the public."

Zhongshan Qiao had long known what kind of person Yuan Xiangcheng was, so he was not surprised, nor did he feel the slightest bit of impatience.

"Mr. Zhong, there is no public opinion. I just want your opinion."

"What do you mean by explanation? You want a guarantee, right? Well, Brother Jingbo and Senior Tongchen are here today, so I can tell you clearly."

Zhongshan Qiao turned around and looked at Qin Huai and Li Shuwen, his expression very serious: "As I said before, whoever overthrows feudal autocracy and obeys the Constitution will be the Washington of China."

"Hey, Mr. Zhong, don't beat around the bush with me. I'll only listen to your last word."

"If you can really convince the public, I will help you."

After hearing this, Yuan Xiangcheng became energetic and felt relieved, but also felt incredible.

"Then there is only one condition for the exchange?"

"Yes, just one thing. The state system is a republic."

Seeing that Yuan Xiangcheng had been persuaded, Zhongshan Qiao nodded, took out a letter from his pocket, and continued, "I heard from Jingbo that Duan Zhiquan's subordinates were killed by a bomb when they were having a banquet in Yonghe Garden the day before yesterday? You and I both know that it was just a warning at best. Wan Ming used some means to find out that the mastermind behind the scenes was actually Liangbi, the leader of the Manchu Zongshe Party. And this letter in my hand is the anti-thief manifesto drafted by Dunchu, which directly points to Chuntai's night attack on Wuchang by using Liangbi's assassination in Nanjing. If Mr. Yuan can use it to stir up public opinion in all walks of life, it will be of great help to our future actions."

Yuan Xiangcheng took the letter and opened it, muttering to himself, "The Republic was originally intended to make the ruler as great as Yao and Shun, and save the people from disasters. However, due to repeated obstructions by two or three princes, the decree was not issued, and the people are trapped. Now the situation is critical, and we are surrounded by enemies. There are assassination parties everywhere. If we are not careful, disasters will occur. This puts the Nine Temples and Two Palaces in danger."

"Interesting, interesting, this thing is quite interesting now."

Yuan Xiangcheng read the entire text and saw that Zhongshan Qiao did not continue to talk, and he knew that he had already gotten the promise he wanted. He shook his head, jumped off the cliff with his hands behind his back with satisfaction, and walked slowly to the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, a loud dragon roar came from the sky above, piercing through gold and splitting rocks, resounding throughout the universe.

Roar--!
The five-clawed dragon, whose entire body seemed to be made of kingfisher feathers and gold, swooped down and fell rapidly towards the Toudao Cliff where Qin Huai and others were standing at the moment.

It is exactly: Galloping for thousands of miles, sweeping away the dust, crossing the water and climbing the mountain, the purple mist opens. Pulling the silk reins and shaking the jade bridle, the blue dragon flies down from the sky!

The extremely loud dragon roar seemed to tear the sky apart. Yuan Xiangcheng gritted his teeth and stared at the blue dragon that was getting closer and closer, and it was hard to tell whether it was real or fake, until the sacred dragon head crashed into the towering Zhongshan Mountain.

Wisps of elusive rainbow mist passed through his body, and before Yuan Xiangcheng could call for help, a strong and abundant vitality flowed down from the top of his head.

He just felt as if boiling molten iron was poured into the top of his head!

【Man Qiu Shui】

But then, Yuan Gongbao, who was known for his shrewdness, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

His gray and mottled eyebrows and beard were dyed with lustrous ink. His face, which had become loose and drooping due to old age, became plump and moist again. His body, which had been hunched over due to leg disease, seemed to be inflated and he suddenly stood up straight. Apart from a few wrinkles on his face, there was almost no sign of time.

"Good, good, good!"

After releasing his uncontrollable emotions, Yuan Xiangcheng said three good words in a row, and did not ask Qin Huai questions that were doomed to have no answers. He just silently felt the abundant vitality, strong muscles and bones, and the vivid vision in front of him.
That’s great, is this the dragon energy?

With Yuan Xiangcheng's status and position, he had naturally taken the great medicines of heaven and earth, but he dared to guarantee that those medicines were like radishes and ginseng compared to the fresh dragon energy at this moment.

After coming to his senses, Yuan Xiangcheng glanced at Zhong Shanqiao, the man who only wanted to overthrow the monarchy. His face was calm, and apart from looking more energetic, there was no other change.

"Gong Bao, Mr. Zhong, are you satisfied with today's meeting?"

When Qin Huai saw that everything was done, he took two steps forward and looked at the two of them with a smile.

"Satisfied, very satisfied. My fellow minister, do you think that practicing martial arts can really produce the things that I just mentioned?"

Yuan Xiangcheng waved his hand and asked Li Shuwen next to him.

"Ah Huai has traveled far and wide in the past few years and learned a lot, some of which I don't even know the origins of. The trick just now was one of them."

Even though he saw the appearance of the divine dragon with his own eyes, Li Shuwen remained calm and composed. After replying with one sentence, he said no more.

"Thank you Jingbo, let's go back."

Zhongshan Qiao patted Qin Huai on the shoulder and took the initiative to walk down the mountain.

"Hey, Mr. Zhong, don't forget your promise."

Looking at Zhongshan Qiao and Qin Huai who were leaving, Yuan Xiangcheng, who was still savoring the rebirth of his body, suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Yuan, I hope you can also remember those who supported you and supported your overthrow of the monarchy."

Zhongshan Qiao paused without looking back, leaving only his steady and calm voice echoing among the cliffs along with the rainbow mist in the sky.
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"Extra! Extra! Huguang Governor Duan Zhiquan led the Beiyang Army to recapture Wuchang."

"The wind and rain on Mount Zhongshan were gray and yellow, a mirage suddenly appeared in Jinling, and a divine dragon appeared, smashing the jade pillars!"

"Tanolulu called on the fifteen southern provinces to unite, issued an angry manifesto to fight against the bandits, and denounced the trend of assassinations started by the sticky pole sect!!!"

On February 27th of the Xinhai year, there was a light rain in the evening.

Nanjing, Gongyuan Street.

Inside and outside the Golden Building, lights were on brightly, illuminating the gloomy rain.

After Song Dunchu's personally written manifesto to fight the rebels was announced to all corners of China with the help of Yuan Xiangcheng, countless chivalrous men and powerful men from all directions came to the Golden Tower to gather together. The horse-drawn carriages alone filled up half of the street.

If Mr. Chen did not have some reputation in Gongyuan Street, how to accommodate these people of lofty ideals would be enough to give Qin Huai a headache.

All kinds of people, the martial arts world, the green forest business gang, the wild mountain guest, the secular world eccentric.
Figures of different heights, weights and bodies appeared one after another. Some were wearing gorgeous robes, some were wearing plain clothes, and some were wearing western suits and vests. They all came here for the same purpose and stepped into this magnificent building.

On the winding wooden stairs, the charming girls who used to lean on the railings and fan themselves are nowhere to be seen. Instead, there are the heroic deeds of the people of Honolulu and the bloody sins of the people who worshipped Tang.

The upstairs and downstairs are now filled with tables, chairs and tea.

Only the third floor was special. There was a low table in the middle, and two young men who looked no more than 40 years old were sitting at either end, playing chess.

The man holding the black pieces was a typical northern man, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, short hair and no beard. There was a gleam in his eyes. In his hand was a picture album with superb painting skills. The brocade robe on his body was extremely exquisite. A green and yellow beast shaped like a tiger stood on the rugged rocks, as if it was about to roar.

It is Qinhuai.

Qin Huai held the opened atlas in his left hand, and the obsidian in his right hand shuttled between his fingers like an ink snake. "Jingbo, have you figured out where to place this Xuanpin?"

"The Kidney Palace Xuanpin corresponds to the Qi Sea Jingzhe. For me, it is not difficult. The difficult part is where the next Yin Jiao Chunfen will fall."

Seeing Feng Zhao start talking, Qin Huai sighed and dropped the black piece in his hand.

slap~
"Tighten yourself up, and eat the dragon shackles. This is a wicked move."

Feng Zhao smiled slightly, then placed the white piece down.

"The twenty-four vertebrae that correspond to the seventy-two images of Earthly Evil Qi may seem complicated at first glance, but it is not difficult to understand. But after a deeper study, I discovered that there are countless changes in it. It is not easy to comprehend it thoroughly."

Qin Huai looked at the evenly matched black and white dragons in the field, and knew that Feng Zhao was using the principles of chess to illustrate the principles of boxing. He then sighed a few words, picked up the black pieces in his hand, and planned to start another game.

During this period of time, whenever Qin Huai had free time, he would ask Feng Zhao to learn the profound principles of "Tian Gang Jin" and "Di Sha Qi". At first, he taught him hand in hand, then upgraded to fighting with fists and feet, and finally changed to playing chess. He intended to deduce Qin Huai's unique "Tian Gang Jin" and "Di Sha Qi" through the Qi corresponding to the black and white dragon.

"Buddha is the tendons, Taoism is the bones, martial arts is the appearance, the inner scene generates the primordial qi; the skills are in the hands, the ability is in the body, the intention is in the heart, and the outer scene is in the heavenly principles. Jingbo was able to comprehend five of the twenty-four body refinements in less than a month. He is already a rare genius. I think it won't be long before he can adapt to local conditions and his own situation and make further progress."

Feng Zhao pointed at the pornographic book in Qin Huai's hand and said comforting words.

"I wish I could sleep in the valley like Wanming did and dream of receiving the teachings from a god."

After listening to Feng Zhao's words, Qin Huai put away the little yellow book in his hand and made a joke. He knew that the "Tian Gang Jin" and "Di Sha Qi" in his hand were special secrets similar to the code. If others did not have a thorough understanding of his inner and outer world, they would never be able to teach him. However, Qin Huai himself had many secrets, and he really could not let outsiders observe him without reservation.

So in the final analysis, he still has to do it himself, slowly chew on it, and understand it carefully.

"Half a month has passed since Mr. Dunchu sent out his manifesto to fight the rebels, right?"

Feng Zhao looked at those people who had come to Nanjing from all over China to gather there, and asked casually.

"It's been half a month. Mr. Dunchu has a sharp pen. It's no exaggeration to say that the article was a stone that caused a thousand waves."

Qin Huai lowered his eyes and looked down. Most of the heroes who had entered the building were staying on the first and second floors, drinking tea and chatting with others, or gathering in groups of three or five, closing their eyes and resting, waiting for something big to happen.

However, very few people were able to go up to the third floor and see them. In about half a month, only about twenty people came.

"Master, please come to the third floor!"

Suddenly, a waiter outside the door called out the name loudly, and then a carriage stopped at the door.

The driver drew aside the curtain, and saw a kind old man with snow-white hair and beard and a reserved aura coming out first.

The old man was in front, followed by a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a grey gown, with an easy-going demeanor and a decent face.

"Wow, isn't this the former Black Flag Army martial arts coach, Bao Zhilin Huang Feihong? How come he has come north to Nanjing?"

"I heard that this person has a close relationship with the owner of the Jinlou, and also has some connection with Honolulu."

While they were talking, several Hung Gar disciples came in one after another.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Huang Feihong looked around, took out an invitation, gave a few instructions to his disciples, and then went up to the third floor with the Southern Fist grandmaster Chen Dianying.

One in front and one behind, two people suddenly appeared in the rain, and the aura around them made the heaven and earth quiet.

Before the person got close, the extremely sharp sword had already cut through the silky rain and went straight to the door of the Golden Building, like a watershed.

Everyone looked sideways, feeling very surprised.

Not many people dare to bring weapons into the Golden Tower. Who is this immortal?

The unstoppable sword intent disappeared in a flash, as if it was just an illusion. Soon, the Chinese hero holding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade entered the lobby of the Golden Building and revealed his true face in front of the bright lights.

Everyone looked closely and saw that it was a sturdy old man in his sixties with a solid body, broad shoulders and back. He was wearing a grey shirt with his left sleeve empty, worn-out sandals covered in mud, grey bell-bottom trousers, and a stiff stubble on his forehead, like a Shaolin monk who had just returned to secular life.

Just as I was wondering, I suddenly heard a scream.

"Ah! It's Big Knife Wang Wu, Master Wang Wu!"

As soon as the word "Wang Wu" came out, everyone in the martial arts world was shocked.

This was the tyrannical fellow who was famous throughout the world ten years ago and made the foreigners tremble in fear. But according to legend, he was captured and killed by the Qing government. How could he show up today?

【Wang Zhengyi】: A great hero in the capital, a swordsman of Yihe and Guandao. Ten years ago, he lost one arm in a fight with Chuntai. After being rescued by a master, he hid in the mountains and forests, away from the world. Half a month ago, he heard about the anti-rebel manifesto that spread throughout the fifteen southern provinces, and came down to Nanjing to help.

Note: The old sword is shown again in front of the battle, and its cold light is as sharp as before.

"Master Wang Wu?"

Seeing this famous Chinese hero appear in the Golden Tower, Qin Huai hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"Boy, the one who came today is not some idiot, but just an old Yihe ghost holding a Qianmen Guandao. I have no other purpose here, but I want to kill the old thief Qing Yao and vent my anger for the brothers who died more than ten years ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Wu threw the sword out, and the handle of the sword stuck more than two feet into the ground, leaving the onlookers stunned.

Outside the door, the wind and rain washed away the cold light of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and the man had already climbed up the stairs with his hands behind his back.

After about another cup of tea, Qin Huai saw that no one came, so he looked at Feng Zhao, walked to the wooden fence and spoke loudly.

"Everyone, please!"

The voice fell in a gentle voice, sounding gentle, but it was like metal falling to the ground, able to go straight into people's hearts.

"Mr. Qin, you're welcome!"

Not only did the martial arts masters and green forest merchants stand up and salute, but even the usually eccentric and strange mountain travelers and worldly eccentrics now greeted Qin Huai in a polite and sincere manner.

The reason is simple. In the whole of China, there are probably only two grand masters who are under 40 years old, including those on the third floor.

"Half a month ago, Mr. Dunchu published that anti-bandit manifesto, which led to the fate of everyone gathering in the Golden Tower. You are all heroes who killed the bandits and saved the country. I won't waste words. Today we are discussing only one thing."

"Join the common people of Jiuzhou and shake the royal court of one family!"

(End of this chapter)