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French Concession, North Anli Club.

The Bei'anli Club is a casino run by the French. People who practice martial arts rarely come here. It is no secret that Zheng Shanao likes to come to Bei'anli.

He is over sixty years old.

Smoking, drinking, and gambling are all the same.

The body is surprisingly good.

In particular, he is proud of his natural and good teeth. Zheng Shanao was once famous for competing with a young man in peeling sugar cane with his teeth. He peeled four sugar cane branches of one foot in a row.

One of Zheng Shanao's apprentices was a warlord adjutant. With his apprentice's help, Zheng Shanao could spend money and keep accounts in the casino, and occasionally even gamble all night long.

That night, Zhang Jingyun was invited by Zheng Shanao and was taken to the ballroom of Bei'anli Casino by Zheng Shanao with a serious look on his face.

"I didn't kill your master."

Zheng Shanao said to Zhang Jingyun.

Zhang Jingyun asked: "Is that Huo Diange?"

Zheng Shanao shook his head and said, "I don't know about this. Whether you believe me or not, I don't want to get involved in these things."

"Oh? What do you say?"

The exciting show had not started yet. Zheng Shanao squinted his eyes and tapped his fingers on the chair, enjoying the beautiful music.

"Huo Diange only returned to Jinmen two and a half years ago, but in fact Huo Diange became famous many years ago, and you may not have been there at that time.

Probably...at the beginning of the 20th century, Baji Sect, "Magic Stick" Wang Zhongquan, "Magic Spear" Li Shuwen and their disciples Zhang Dezhong, Huo Diange and other skills shocked Tianjin Sect.

Li Shuwen has been famous for a long time, but it is just out of reach. Although Huo Diange has obtained the true biography, his kung fu is far from reaching Li Shuwen's level. "

Zhang Jingyun asked: "Before Huo Diange came, you were always the number one in Jinmen martial arts. It has been more than ten years, right?"

There was a hint of pride on Zheng Shanao's face, "Without the Baji Sect's foundation, it's hard to say whether Huo Diange would be able to secure this position."

He paused as he spoke.

"But none of that matters now."

Zhang Jingyun was puzzled, and Zheng Shanao said leisurely: "Huo Diange will leave soon. Sooner or later, I will be the number one in martial arts. Why should I kill your master?"

After saying that, Zheng Shanao closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Zhang Jingyun really believed him this time. Historically, it was around this time that Huo Diange followed Pu Yi to the Northeast to rebuild the Qing Dynasty.

Judging from the conversation just now.

Zheng Shanao seemed to have known for a long time that Huo Diange was leaving. He even knew the result when Huo Diange took away his top position in the martial arts industry.

Zheng Shanao gave up his position.

In his words.

Why bother with a passerby?

………

The exciting show has begun.

It was a lap dance performance, and the dancers were all Belarusian girls. Zhang Jingyun and Zheng Shanao were at the front. Zheng Shanao told Zhang Jingyun, don’t underestimate these dancers.

"They were all Russian nobles."

During the domestic revolution, these nobles fled to Tianjin. After all their wealth was gone, they quickly fell into poverty and had no choice but to perform as entertainers to make ends meet.

The lap dance is French.

Then there is Russian Georgian dance.

Zhang Jingyun couldn't take his eyes off, his long straight legs dancing gracefully in front of him. Such a close distance was full of the smell of the sea.

Soon, the lap dance was over.

Zhang Jingyun was a little unsatisfied.

Zheng Shan proudly smiled and said: "If you really like it, you can choose one to keep. These noble dancers are eager to be taken away."

Zhang Jingyun flatly refused.

"How can we use the bus for private use?"

"I invited you here not just to watch the lap dance, but to watch the following performance." Zheng Shanao suddenly said.

Zhang Jingyun nodded.

Afterwards, the dancers take the stage.

The dancer is eighteen or nineteen years old, which is the most beautiful age. If the Russian dancer just now is an aristocrat, the dancer in front of her is as dignified as a queen.

The temperament before and after is completely different.

Her performance was not as lively as a lap dance, and she won countless applause just by walking, which was extraordinarily otherworldly compared to her previous rough dance steps.

The dancer's long skirt reached the floor, and Zhang Jingyun could not see her feet. He could only see her keeping her figure motionless and walking in a circle, as if she was floating, which was quite surprising.

Zhang Jingyun didn't know what Zheng Shan'ao wanted him to see. The simple dance steps didn't seem to be so serious, until Zheng Shan'ao took action.

He directly stretched out his hand and pulled off the dancer's long skirt. The dancer maintained her dancing posture, her long legs shining like silver shuttles, and Zhang Jingyun understood instantly.

It turns out that the secret of floating is that under the cover of the skirt, the dancer's feet take small steps with high frequency, and the muscles on the inner knees resemble the swimming posture of a fish.

"Can I touch it?"

Zhang Jingyun thought, Zheng Shan'ao dared to pull up his skirt, so he couldn't touch her too much. Zheng Shan'ao sat next to him and seemed to be smiling.

"Did you see that?"

"See, this woman's steps are naturally similar to those of Baguazhang. She couldn't be someone you personally trained, right?"

Zheng Shan was so proud that his beard stood up.

"Fart, although I smoke, drink, and gamble, I never break the rules of martial arts. How can I hand over the secrets of Baguazhang to outsiders!"

Zheng Shanao suddenly looked calm and said to Zhang Jingyun, "Martial arts is what it is now, and each sect has almost no secrets.

In the past, when learning martial arts, there were no more than three true disciples of a generation, and masters and apprentices could not discuss each other. Now, students in martial arts schools all practice together, and there are no rules for passing on skills. "

Zhang Jingyun could feel his mood.

Zheng Shanao can be said to be a martial arts fanatic, cunning and cunning, but also innocent. A series of changes in martial arts have made him feel confused.

"Times have changed."

Zhang Jingyun said.

"That's right. Times have changed. In the past, warriors were more prosperous. Now, a foreigner can be knocked down with just one bullet."

"So, when officials in the north promote national martial arts, it's just bad chess. It can only give comfort to the people. If we really want to strengthen the country, we still need to reform..."

"Be careful!"

Zheng Shan sighed proudly, "Hey, the martial arts style is, in the final analysis, just a game for those officials, and those who practice martial arts become their companions."

After saying that, Zheng Shanao stood up and said, "I came to you to explain that the death of your master Ding Fengwu has nothing to do with me. On the one hand, I also want to see if you have the ability to re-create the world of martial arts."

"You think I have?"

Zheng Shanao said: "At least you are younger than me. When you are old, you are hesitant about what you want to do. You are not as energetic as you.

I'll take the first step. Today's consumption will be on my account. If you want, that dancer can give you a solo show tonight. "

"Then why are you embarrassed~"

A trace of blush flashed across Zhang Jingyun's face.

"You and I hit it off right away, so don't be embarrassed." After Zheng Shanao said that, he left, not to go home but to go to the casino to have fun.

"Old Zheng finally understands!"

Zhang Jingyun sighed in his heart, Lao Zheng, although he smokes, drinks, and gambles, there is no doubt that he is a good person.

………

inside the room.

Zhang Jingyun asked the aristocratic dancer to walk and step on his back with her bare feet. Zhang Jingyun experienced this firsthand.

Just by looking at the steps, one can only figure out the rules of exertion, but cannot decipher the true story. As the dancer dances with her bare feet, there are no secrets anymore.

Zhang Jingyun was in a good mood.

Touching the hip bone, it suddenly felt like stroking the back of a knife.

All in my head: "Ai, it's related to Mei, it won't cause any problems, the probability is..."

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