Chapter 62: Yan Zhendong

Having arrived in this world for nearly two months, I only just realized this is a movie world.

However, shock is shock; whether it is a parallel world or a movie world, it makes no difference to Yin Qi.

But thinking of Nalan Yuanshu from the movies, he could not help but be suspicious. Could the other party have come to Shaoxing just to investigate the case of the murdered foreigners, or were they aiming for the remnants of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?

In the movie, Nalan Yuanshu's main plot was to capture revolutionaries like Mr. Sun.

His attitude toward foreigners was extremely tough, even hostile; he even strangled a British consul with his own hands. Thus, it is clear that the deaths of a few ordinary foreigners would not be enough to alarm him.

Recalling that Chen Yucheng told him the uprising would happen in the coming days.

Yin Qi had an intuition that this Nalan Yuanshu was likely here for this very reason.

"Tell him, or don't tell him?"

As this thought flashed through his mind, Yin Qi made his decision: he would not tell him.

If he told Chen Yucheng, they would certainly not rise up.

If Shaoxing Prefecture is not in chaos, how would he have the opportunity to destroy the Chen Family, and how would he have the opportunity to organize a local militia?

Regarding Chen Yucheng, he truly did not have much affection to speak of.

As for the remnants of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, he had even less.

Even if they did rise up, they could not act for the sake of the common people; all they had was plunder.

"What's wrong?"

Tao Chengzhang asked with confusion.

Why did Yin Qi have such a strong reaction upon hearing the name Nalan Yuanshu?

"Ah, nothing!"

Yin Qi regained his composure and said in a deep voice: "I just suddenly thought of something. Brother Tao, Brother Yin, it has been a bit unstable in the city recently; you had best arrange for your families to leave the city to take shelter.

As for your group of friends, arrange for all of them to go to my manor outside the city.

The place is large, and it will be very easy to accommodate twenty or thirty people."

Both of them were startled.

Lu Xun asked hurriedly: "Why would it be unstable? Could it be because those foreigners were killed?"

"I cannot say for now, just listen to me. Yin Hai."

Yin Qi shook his head and called out, looking up.

"Young Master!"

Yin Hai ran over hurriedly.

Yin Qi said: "Later, you take Brother Tao to our South City manor and tell the person in charge there to temporarily follow Brother Tao's arrangements, as a group of friends will be moving in."

Yin Hai nodded hurriedly: "Very well, Young Master."

Seeing Yin Qi's serious expression and his refusal to state the reason, Tao Chengzhang and Lu Xun could only nod silently.

Whether it was true or not, there is no harm in being cautious.

At worst, they could just treat it as a trip to the Village to relax.

………

After leaving the Newspaper Office, Yin Qi walked toward the Zhang Family.

Once Chen Yucheng and the others rose up, the Zhang Family would definitely bear the brunt of it, because the Zhang Family, who ran a money shop, could absolutely be called the wealthiest in Shaoxing Prefecture; how could they let them off?

He had to go to the Zhang Family and tell them to pay attention to their safety.

Clang! Clang!

Suddenly, the sound of a gong came from ahead.

The surrounding pedestrians were quickly attracted by the sound of the gong and gathered from all directions.

Yin Qi happened to be passing by as well, so he went up to take a look.

"Eh!"

Yin Qi was surprised; he felt the middle-aged man in the center of the crowd looked very familiar.

The middle-aged man spoke with a Shandong accent: "My name is Yan Zhendong. I am traveling south from Shandong to Guangdong, but I have run out of travel funds while passing through this noble place. Therefore, I wish to perform some skills; I hope those with money will support me with money, and those without will support me with their presence!"

"Don't talk nonsense, just bring out whatever skills you have. As long as we are entertained, there will be no shortage of reward money for you!"

"Not bad, not bad, start quickly."

"Street performer, can you break a large stone on your chest?"

……

The surrounding commoners clamored one after another.

Shaoxing could be considered a land of fish and rice, and with its developed economy, the commoners were still quite well-off.

"Yan Zhendong, I remember now!"

Yin Qi realized upon hearing this.

Isn't this the tragic expert from *Once Upon a Time in China*!

Having just met Nalan Yuanshu, and now encountering Yan Zhendong, this world is truly wondrous.

In this movie, although Yan Zhendong belonged to the villains, he initially had his own persistence; he only wanted to eat his fill, open a martial arts school, take on disciples, and carry forward his Yan Family's unique arts.

It is just a pity that the world plays tricks on people; in the end, he had no choice but to submit to the Shahe Gang and help the tyrant do evil.

But in the end, he still had a sudden awakening.

"This is another Transformation Energy Grandmaster!"

A bright light flickered in Yin Qi's eyes.

Since Nalan Yuanshu is also a Transformation Energy Grandmaster, then Yan Zhendong naturally is one too, because in terms of combat power, they are both on par with Huang Feihong, so their cultivation must be similar.

Yan Zhendong smiled proudly, raised the blade in his hand, and said: "I practice Horizontal Training; you all may use this blade to strike me, but each strike requires ten wen."

"Hiss!"

The surrounding villagers all gasped in cold air, not expecting this northerner to be so ruthless.

"I'll do it!"

A hooligan-like youth cursed unhappily: "Don't try to scare us, damn it. Northerner, we have an agreement: ten copper coins per slash. If you get hacked to death, don't blame me."

Yan Zhendong handed the blade to the other party quite readily and said: "That goes without saying. The elders and villagers around here are all witnesses. If I am hacked to death by you, it is only because my martial arts training is not refined enough; I cannot blame anyone."

As he spoke, he took off his upper garment, revealing his sturdy, bronze-colored torso.

He had come to the street to perform arts for a living, so he could not afford to have his clothes ruined, otherwise he would have to spend money to buy new ones.

After taking off his upper garment and coiling his braid around his neck, Yan Zhendong clenched his fists tightly, swallowed a breath, took a horse stance, set his posture, and said in a low voice: "Come."

"Northerner, this is what you said, ha!"

A look of ruthlessness appeared in the hooligan's eyes; he shouted loudly and slashed his blade onto Yan Zhendong's chest, which unexpectedly produced a sound like metal clashing, yet not even a single mark was left behind.

"Hiss, how is this possible!"

The hooligan was stunned.

The onlookers were also stunned.

This was a real blade, yet it had no effect at all when hacked onto a person.

Only Yin Qi was not surprised; in the movie, Yan Zhendong was fine even after being struck by at least a Bright Energy Martial Artist, let alone an Ordinary person; his Horizontal Training had already reached the pinnacle.

It was just a pity that no matter how well one practiced Horizontal Training, it was hard to block bullets, and in the end, he met his doom under a hail of gunfire.

This era was a time when martial arts were developing brilliantly, but it could also be said to be an era where martial arts were heading toward decline, because no matter how profound your martial arts were, if you were surrounded by a firearm squad, there was only one path to death.

Twenty or thirty years of bitter training, yet in the end, it could not withstand a single bullet.

Which martial artist could be reconciled to that?

"I don't believe it, again!"

The hooligan was enraged; his face flushed red, and he Lifted the blade to hack wildly at Yan Zhendong's body.

From the front to the back, then to the sides, he soon hacked more than a dozen times in a row.

He himself was panting for breath, yet Yan Zhendong did not change his expression.

Watching the hooligan stop, Yan Zhendong said: "You just hacked fifteen times, which is one hundred and fifty copper coins. This brother, I wonder if you still wish to continue?"

The hooligan's face was gloomy; he had the heart to turn and leave, but after thinking about it, he did not dare.

He could only painfully fish out a string of copper coins from his bosom, counted out one hundred and fifty, threw them to Yan Zhendong, and hurriedly turned to leave; he felt he had lost all face today.

Yan Zhendong was not angry; he patiently picked up all the copper coins, then bowed toward the four directions and said: "I wonder which fellow villager is willing to come up and try?"

The crowd shook their heads one after another.

They had seen clearly earlier and did not want to waste their own money.

Seeing that no one came forward for a long time, Yan Zhendong was also somewhat disappointed; it seemed he would have to change locations tomorrow.

He planned to stay here for a few days until he earned enough travel expenses to continue on his way.

Just at this moment, Yin Qi squeezed through the crowd, walked up, and handed over a Silver Note of one hundred taels.

Yan Zhendong's eyes narrowed; he could feel that Yin Qi was different from the other onlookers.

This was a martial artist, and furthermore, a Dark Energy Expert.

Although he was impervious to blades and spears, he could not withstand a slash from a Dark Energy Expert.

Thinking of this, he could not help but feel uneasy.

This one hundred taels of silver—could it be that he wanted to hack him into a pulp of meat?

(End of this chapter)