The heavens: pushing across all realms

"What did you say?"

Master Jiugong's face was full of astonishment, thinking that he had heard wrongly.

"Don't you understand?"

"No, you keep your word?"

Feng Ji smiled and looked at Hong Yihu.

Hong Yihu laughed: "Hahaha, listen carefully. My brother's words are my words. As long as he promises you, I, Hongmen, will promise you."

Everyone present was in high spirits, including Huang Feihong, who had been silent, and Yan Zhendong from the Shahe Gang.

Obviously they were all a little surprised that Feng Ji had such a high status in Hongmen.

Master Jiugong was immediately ecstatic and burst out laughing: "Hahaha, okay, I promise you!"

"I am the reincarnation of a god. I am invulnerable. Hongmen disciples. If you regret it when the time comes, don't blame me!"

He pulled off his robe and saw that his chest was covered with charms and bulging.

Jiugong Zhenren stood up with his sword drawn and started to dance a weird Nuo dance while mumbling words.

"Forty-ninth level of earth-shaking changes, the gods of heavenly weapons will be used by me. The bones are like the pillars of heaven covering the earth, and the raging fire is like the dust."

"Thousands of knives will be cut and thousands of knives will be discharged. Thousands of knives will be cut and thousands of knives will fly."

"Artillery fire is like flying sand, and weapons are like droplets of water."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Master Jiugong chanted in his mouth and kept slashing his skin with the sword.

It seems really invulnerable.

Such a scene opened the eyes of everyone present.

Especially the members of the Xingzhong Hui who believed in science felt incredible and started discussing in low voices.

"Is this White Lotus Sect Jiugong Zhenren really invulnerable?"

"This knife can't even cut in. It's too powerful."

"I heard that there is a kind of horizontal kung fu, and it seems that you can do it."

…

Yan Zhendong looked at the scene performed by Jiugong's real person with some solemn eyes.

I was secretly surprised in my heart: "This White Lotus Sect Jiugong master actually also practices hard qigong? Looking at this skill, it seems that it is not under my iron cloth shirt."

Huang Feihong also frowned and was secretly surprised.

"The White Lotus Sect's horizontal training techniques are really powerful."

He looked at Feng Ji and thought: "I wonder if he can really break the White Lotus Sect's horizontal training technique?"

Among the people present, only Wen Biao had a strange look on his face.

Seeing this, Hong Yihu couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Wen Biao whispered: "This White Lotus sect guy is mysterious, but the pile skills under his feet are a bit like the White Lotus sect's Golden Bell Kung Fu."

"Do you know about the Golden Bell?" Hong Yihu asked in surprise.

Wen Biao nodded: "Well, when I went to the north as a escort, I once saw a leader-level master of the White Lotus Sect in the north, who also used a golden bell."

Speaking of this, his expression became even weirder.

Hong Yihu couldn't help but ask: "What happened next? What about the master leader?"

Wen Biao suppressed a smile: "Killed by Brother Feng."

"ah?"

Hong Yihu opened his mouth in shock.

On this side, Master Jiugong finally finished casting the spell. He raised his head and shouted to Feng Ji: "Come!"

Feng Ji grinned: "Ho ho, stand still. Dodging will not count as receiving my move."

"Fart, if I hide..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Ji punched out fiercely.

call--

The air made a rapid crackling sound, as if an arrow was hurtling through the air.

Master Jiugong's heart was shocked, and the terrifying murderous intention enveloped him, giving him a sense of danger of death.

His heart was trembling wildly. At this moment, he completely ignored the nonsense he had just said and ducked without hesitation.

boom!

There was an explosion, and Feng Ji's punch was faster than the sound, causing a terrifying air current.

The fierce wind pressure from the fist was like an air blade, tearing his cheek apart instantly, causing blood to drip from his face!

Master Jiugong was so frightened that goosebumps appeared on his scalp and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

There was silence all around. Suddenly, with a bang, the chair about one meter behind Master Jiugong exploded.

That fist blow shattered the chair!

Yan Zhendong's pupils contracted violently.

This punch is much more powerful than that of Jinmen!

At the same time, he felt happy that he had given in just now.

Huang Feihong couldn't help but stand up. Looking at this terrifying punch, he rehearsed it countless times in his heart and finally sighed.

You can only hide, you can't stop it at all!

How can a mortal body block this punch?

Feng Ji stared at the pale face of Master Jiugong, grinned slightly, opened his fists, rubbed the top of his head a few times with his palms, and said with a smile: "What are you hiding from?"

Master Jiugong's lips trembled: "I...I..."

Feng Ji smiled: "Don't mention Wusheng Old Mother in front of me in the future. Even if you really invite her here, she won't be able to withstand my punch. Do you understand?"

Master Jiugong lowered his head in fear and did not dare to speak.

Feng Ji's face darkened, and he squeezed his palms slightly, causing real pain in Jiugong's scalp.

"say!"

"Ming...understood."

Feng Ji nodded, looked back at everyone, and asked, "Who else wants to talk to me?"

Everyone present, including all the gang bosses, all lowered their heads subconsciously, and no one dared to look at them.

Only Huang Feihong stood up.

Feng Ji looked at him with confusion.

Huang Feihong sighed and said, "Brother Feng, what you said last time in Baozhilin do you still want to count?"

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"You want to take over the vigilante thing."

Feng Ji suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Of course it counts."

Huang Feihong pointed to Xu Shijie and others beside him and said: "Starting today, the Black Flag Army will be handed over to you. These militia groups will all belong to you. I hope you will not disappoint Mr. Liu's expectations."

Xu Shijie and others suddenly showed excitement.

"Master Huang, you-"

"Master Huang!"

Huang Feihong waved his hand and smiled casually: "I am a martial artist and I don't know how to lead soldiers in war. It's okay for me to practice medicine and save people, but I really have no ability to lead you on the battlefield."

"You are all the elite left by Mr. Liu, and you are the hope to expel the foreigners. If you stay here with me, it is better to follow Brother Feng."

"This country needs you, and the nation needs you."

Everyone present in the vigilante group fell to their knees with tears in their eyes.

"Master Huang, please pay homage to Xu Shijie!"

"Master Huang, please pay homage to Li!"

…

Feng Ji looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh.

Huang Feihong is indeed a great master.

Such magnanimity is unparalleled by others.

The next step is simple. With Feng Ji in charge, the major gangs in Tongwen Guild Hall live in harmony with each other.

Guangzhou soon formed an administrative system established by people from the Xingzhong Society, and the military was led by Hongmen.

The concept of democracy spread rapidly in Guangzhou, and new schools sprouted everywhere.

In May 1898, the Japanese army captured the treasure island of Keelung.

The Qing government was helpless and prohibited the local people from providing relief.

However, the learned people in the south were greatly angered and rebelled one after another, voluntarily rescuing the people of Baodao.

Members of the Guangdong Xingzhong Association went to Baodao in person to establish a democratic country. Headed by local gentry Qiu Fengjia, they established the Presidential Palace.

This move once again caused shock in the world, and other places followed suit, and the rebellion became more serious.

On the eighth day of May, Kang Youwei wrote to Emperor Guangxu for the fourth time, requesting reforms.

In the same year, Russia, France, and Germany intervened in the cession of Liaodong under the Treaty of Shimonoseki.

Britain and the United States also did not want Japan to expand its power in China and advised Japan to accept the demands of the three countries. After the Sino-Japanese War, Japan was very tired and unable to deal with the three countries, so it decided to make concessions to the three countries, but demanded that China pay a considerable amount of compensation.

On September 2nd, the three countries and Japan agreed that China would compensate the Liao Dynasty for the "Liao redemption fee" of 30 million taels.

On September 22, Li Hongzhang signed the Treaty of Handover of Southern Liaoning with Mr. Lin, the Japanese Minister to China. After that, the three countries intervened to return the Liao Dynasty and demanded credit and compensation, forcing the Qing government to grant the privileges of leasing military ports, building railways, and mining mines.

Tsarist Russia took the opportunity to rapidly expand its aggressive power in Northeast China.

For a time, the Qing Dynasty continued to decline, and the people's resistance became more and more fierce.

…

At the end of this year, Feng Ji finally returned to Jinmen.

Stepping onto the familiar streets again, Jinmen was still lively, but people's faces were full of uneasiness and vigilance.

People came and went, and people everywhere shouted to learn Shenquan to protect their country.

Boxer forces have penetrated into Tianjin.

Feng Jiabao.

"Ji'er!"

When Yu Saifeng saw her son again, her eyes suddenly turned red. She hurriedly came to greet him, hugged Feng Ji, and shed tears uncontrollably.

Feng Changren's eyes were also slightly red, but his face was full of smiles. He looked around Feng Ji carefully and laughed: "You brat, you have grown up!"

Feng Ji smiled, and then the second sister and the third sister ran out.

The second sister shouted: "Little brother, didn't the eldest sister come back with you?"

Third sister also said: "Brother, is the south fun?"

Only Zhang Shurong stood behind them, her eyes were red, tears could not stop flowing from her eyes, and her eyes were filled with longing and joy.

But she suppressed her excitement. She squeezed the handkerchief tightly with her white fingers and pursed her lips, fearing that she would cry when she opened her mouth.

The two maids Huan'er and Fengchun, one on the left and the other on the right, were also full of excitement and joy.

The two little maids also had red eyes.

Feng Ji comforted his mother and said to everyone with a smile: "Am I back? Why are you crying?"

"Eldest sister is fine, but the Duan family is in trouble. Fortunately, my brother-in-law is fine, and Dabao is fine too."

"We'll talk about this later. I've been sleeping in the wind and the open, and I'm very hungry. Where's the food?"

He interrupted and diverted the attention of his parents and sisters.

Sure enough, Yu Saifeng immediately shouted: "Quick, notify the chef and prepare the dishes quickly."

The second sister also said: "Little brother, I will go to the kitchen to cook it for you."

Feng Ji laughed: "Second sister can also cook?"

The third sister immediately teased: "Haha, brother, you don't know, right? The second sister has fallen in love with someone. Now she no longer chases after foreign gadgets every day. She wants to aspire to be a good wife and mother." "

"Damn girl, I'll tear your mouth apart." The second sister was furious and chased the third sister.

The third sister ran to the backyard giggling, and the whole family burst into laughter.

Feng Ji couldn't help but smile, this is home.

He turned around and looked at Zhang Shurong, who had not come forward.

The two looked at each other, and Zhang Shurong suddenly felt aggrieved, and tears fell from her eyes.

Feng Ji came over and said with a smile: "I'm not at home these days, thank you for your hard work."

He gently helped her wipe away her tears.

Zhang Shurong could no longer care about the public. She couldn't bear the longing in her heart and threw herself into his arms.

Since the Zhang family disappeared, Feng Ji was her only relative in the world.

He was her God. Ever since he left Jinmen, she had thought about it day and night. Today, her God was back.

"Stop crying, stop crying, isn't this back? So many people are watching."

Zhang Shurong vented for a while, then her pretty face turned red when she heard this. She hurriedly left Feng Ji's arms and whispered, "Ms. sir, I'll go to the kitchen to serve you food."

After that, he ran away as if running away.

With a light step, she regained the playfulness of a girl that she had not seen for a long time.

At the dinner table, Feng Ji's appetite still surprised the servants at home. Fortunately, everyone who knew him well knew how much he ate.

"What's going on over there in Guangzhou? I heard people say there's a revolution there?"

At the dinner table, Feng Changren asked about things in the south.

Feng Ji smiled and briefly explained the situation in Guangzhou.

After hearing this, Feng Changren was stunned.

"You mean, you also participated in the revolution over there?"

"So be it."

"Oh, my good son, don't dare to say such nonsense, especially in Jinmen. You must never mention this matter, do you understand?"

"Isn't that what you asked me?"

"Bah, bah, bah, I shouldn't have asked. Remember, don't mention anything about Guangzhou when you come back."

Feng Ji smiled and said, "What's the current situation of the Qiangwu Association and the Escort Bureau? Nothing happened, right?"

Feng Changren shook his head: "There is no trouble. Qiang Wuhui is still the number one sect in Jinmen. Shunyuan Escort Agency has now expanded to all parts of the north. Now everyone recognizes the Shunyuan Escort Agency brand."

Feng Ji nodded slightly: "I heard that the Boxer Rebellion has reached Tianjin. Will the family business be affected?"

"No, the Boxers are making trouble with foreign religions. What does it have to do with us? Even if they want to fight against the autumn wind, they don't dare to mess with us."

Feng Ji had a good meal and drank a bowl of ginseng soup cooked by Zhang Shurong.

"Father, I think my family can move to Hong Kong."

"Hongkong?"

Feng Changren was stunned and didn't know why.

Feng Jiping retreated and analyzed the current situation with Feng Changren.

After talking like this, more than an hour passed, and the night was getting dark.

Finally Feng Changren was persuaded by Feng Ji and planned to start business in the south this year.

In the backyard, Zhang Shurong had finished washing up early. There was a tall wooden bucket filled with hot water in the room.

She leaned against the door, looking forward to it.

Huan'er covered her mouth and snickered, and said, "Miss, you've been waiting for a long time, why don't you hurry up?"

Zhang Shurong's face turned red and she said sternly: "Damn girl, what are you talking about? When my husband comes back, he must have a lot of important things to talk to him about. How can I disturb him?"

Huan'er said helplessly, "Really, I don't even know how much the young lady misses him."

Zhang Shurong glared at her: "Nothing big or small."

At this time, at the entrance of the courtyard, Fengchun came running back all the way.

Seeing this, Zhang Shurong quickly stood up and asked: "Fengchun, is my husband over?"

Feng Chun said happily: "Madam, I saw that the young master has left the study and is coming this way."

Zhang Shurong's face suddenly looked like a peach blossom, full of joy: "Quick, check if the water is hot or not."

She turned around and walked into the house, then suddenly turned back and asked, "Huan'er, is my makeup still in order?"

"She's beautiful, miss, hee hee."

Zhang Shurong's face turned red with embarrassment and she was very nervous.

Not long after, I heard footsteps coming, and Fengchun shouted crisply from outside the door: "Master, you are finally here. Madam has been waiting for you for a long time."

Feng Ji laughed loudly: "Madam, you have been waiting for a long time."

Creaking, the door opened, only to see the candlelight inside the room.

Zhang Shurong's face was like a peach blossom, and she was sitting in front of the window with a graceful posture.

The two looked at each other, and her eyes were watery, like a lake of autumn water, stuck to Feng Ji.

Fengchun and Huan'er looked at each other, quietly exited the door, and closed the door.

Feng Ji sat on the edge of the bed and gently held Zhang Shurong's arms.

"Shuyi..."

"Ms. sir..."

The two of them had a thousand things to say, but at this moment they both had a tacit understanding of each other.

But their breathing became faster, as if the temperature in the room had risen a bit.

"I...serve my husband to take a bath..."

As soon as Zhang Shurong stood up, she was picked up by Feng Ji.

But she heard him chuckle in her ear: "Wash together."

Zhang Shurong suddenly blushed, but bravely raised her head and looked at him.

Shyly, she nodded vigorously and said 'hmm'.

The clothes are gone and the water is rolling.

"My husband... wants me..."

The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.

I am destined to have no sleep tonight.

…

The next day, when the sun rose three poles high, Feng Ji took a rare nap.

Holding my lovely wife's plump body, I have endless aftertaste.

"Ms. sir, you think it's been so long since I married into the Feng family, why am I still not pregnant?"

Zhang Shurong lay in Feng Ji's arms, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and a little worried.

Feng Ji smiled and said, "You and I have only been married for a year, so we can't get married that quickly. There's no rush."

Zhang Shurong shook her head: "If there is a baby by my side, it won't be too boring. My husband, I miss you so much when you are not here."

Feng Ji could understand her distress, and immediately said with a smile: "When I come back this time, I should stay for a while, and I can always get pregnant."

Zhang Shurong said distressedly: "Is my body too delicate? I only come here a few times each time, and then... I can't stop my husband."

"I heard someone said that there is a second fairy girl with a red light on the other side of the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal. She said she has a secret method of giving birth to children. Do you think I should go and ask for her help?"

When Feng Ji heard this, he frowned: "Red light?"

"Well, I heard they are all gatherings at women's houses."

Feng Ji immediately turned pale, shook his head and said, "Don't go!"

"Ah?" Zhang Shurong was puzzled.

Feng Ji said in a deep voice: "This red light is probably related to the Boxer Rebellion."

"ah!"

Zhang Shurong's pretty face turned pale, she had really thought about it.

But I never thought that this was actually the Boxer Rebellion?

"Then why do the Boxers still have women?"

Feng Ji smiled and said: "There are still girls' schools now. Isn't it normal for the Boxers to have women?"

There is change and renewal happening everywhere right now.

In October, Peiyang University was established. This was China's first university and the predecessor of Tianjin University.

In short, the world is in an era of rapid development. If you are not careful, you will be eliminated by society.

"Then I won't shine at that red light."

Feng Ji smiled and rubbed her pink back and said, "Don't worry, I will stay at home during this period and I will definitely make you pregnant."

…

It was not until noon that Feng Ji came to the Qiangwu Association after finishing lunch.

Zhao Jian and others got the news and were waiting here early.

Seeing Feng Ji, all the martial artists showed joy.

"President, you are back."

"President, what about the south? I heard that the revolutionaries there are revolting?"

"I heard that the Qing government is now too busy taking care of itself that it can no longer control the south?"

As soon as everyone met, they asked Feng Ji about the revolution in the south.

Feng Ji casually talked about the situation in the south, and asked at the same time: "What's the situation here in Tianjin? I heard that the Boxer Rebellion has developed to Tianjin?"

"I was just about to tell you that several leaders of the Boxer Rebellion have come to visit us and want to persuade us to join them. In your absence, President, we don't dare to make a decision."

Zhao Jian immediately explained the situation to Feng Ji.

It turns out that after the Boxers came to Tianjin, they had already come to attend the Qiang Wu Hui.

After all, the Qiangwu Club is the strongest local gang, so they naturally need to meet.

Feng Ji asked: "How strong is the opponent?"

"There are three people who came here, named Cao Futian, Zhang Decheng, and Liu Chengxiang."

"Among them, Zhang Decheng and Liu Chengxiang seem to be headed by Cao Futian."

"As for boxing and kicking, I think it's quite common, but these people are quite weird. They talk about it. They have some magic powers that make them invulnerable. I have never seen them practice horizontal kung fu."

Zhao Jian recalled the three names and fist leaders and said.

Feng Ji thought to himself that the so-called magic could not be true.

The uprisings and rebellions in this era are somewhat mythical.

Just like the White Lotus Sect, they just use the reincarnation of a certain great immortal to come to earth as an excuse to trick ordinary people into joining.

Compared with these people, the revolutionaries relied on scientific methods and armed revolution, which made them more likely to overthrow the Qing government.

"By the way, President, there is good news that I didn't have time to tell you."

"what news?"

"The Great Sword King Wu is back. He is now in the capital. Together with Yan Si, Yuan Fu and the others, he has also established a strong martial arts society in the capital."