More than half a year ago, this guy fled to Beijing and lived in the mansion of Duke Dingguo.
Anyway, we have the same ancestor, and we can't write two characters of "Xu" with one stroke. We can't get it back to Nanjing, so we ask Duke Dingguo in the capital to take good care of it.
Nanjing, though prosperous, lacked the aura of strength and fortitude of the capital. Northerners were untamed and uninhibited, while the capital was home to many nobles and dandies, who were also prone to causing trouble.
Xu Hongyu immediately fell in love with the capital. There were so many martial arts heroes performing on the streets to make friends with, and so many hooligans and street bullies waiting for him to "kill". It was a great place to make a name for himself!
So Xu Hongyu spent his days wandering around the streets of the capital, and began his heroic career of "helping the weak and suppressing the strong."
While performing martial arts here, a young man said with a wicked smile: "Hey, this young lady on the stage is pretty!"
Before he could finish his words, a fist hit his face. Amidst the blood splattering from his nose and the screams of pain, the cold voice of Master Xu rang out, "You're teasing a decent woman. I'll beat you until your face is covered in peach blossoms."
A thug had just taken some fruit from a stall and was eating it while walking. Hero Xu came up from behind and kicked him so hard that two of his front teeth fell out.
"When I see injustice, I draw my sword to help. How can I tolerate injustice in the world?" After beating the thug with fists and kicks, Hero Xu took the money from the thug, threw it to the stunned stall owner, and turned around and left in a leisurely manner.
It's useless to beat the ruffians, but the second generation descendants of noble families have often been dealt with by Xu Daxia, so only the Duke Dingguo's family has to clean up the mess.
The Duke of Wei also sent people to Beijing to bring Xu Daxia back to Nanjing. But no matter how hard or soft they tried, Xu Daxia always managed to escape and return to the capital to do good deeds.
You know what, Hero Xu really made a name for himself in the capital, or rather, he gave it to himself.
"Zhen Chengxi" is just one letter different from the butcher killed by Lu Zhijie with three punches. I guess Xu Hongyu also wanted to take advantage of the popularity, after all, the storytelling of "Water Margin" is still very popular.
After learning about Xu Hongyu's background, Zhang Zongbao grinned and sneered, "You were once the governor of the west city, but now you're just a soldier here. What kind of governor is that?"
Zhang Junneng laughed twice, then his expression suddenly changed. He whispered, "Stop talking. That bastard is coming."
Xu Hongyu, wearing a red coat, walked onto the deck with his head held high and his chest puffed out. Behind him was a follower, a sturdy and honest young man, who followed him happily.
Compared to Fatty Zhao and the other three, Xu Hongyu's mental state was quite different. He didn't look like someone who had come to endure hardships and undergo reform. Instead, he looked very cheerful and full of energy, as if he were a fish in water.
When an officer came towards him, Xu Hongyu quickly put away his arrogant attitude and saluted respectfully, "Greetings, sir."
The officer nodded and said, "I'm not free today. I'll teach you the essentials of fighting in battle formations when I have time."
Xu Hongyu said, "No hurry, no hurry, sir, just go and get busy."
The officer took two steps, then stopped and said, "It's actually very simple. All that talk of back-and-forth, dozens or even hundreds of rounds, is nonsense. Face-to-face combat is a life-and-death struggle. A single move determines victory or defeat, a single blow decides life or death."
Xu Hongyu's eyes lit up, and he murmured, "One move determines victory or defeat, one move decides life or death. Good, this is a good word!"
The officer grinned, and the scar on his face moved, looking very scary.
The officer had a great impression of this martial-minded young man. At least on the battlefield, he didn't wet his pants, and even screamed and wanted to charge forward. He was much better than those three cowards.
Alas, young people who live in luxury, only thinking about the thrill of fighting, how could they know the cruelty of the battlefield. The officer looked at Xu Hongyu deeply, turned around and left.
Xu Hongyu touched his chin, pondering the officer's words, and felt as if he suddenly understood everything.
"Young Master, Third Young Master—" The follower called out twice before bringing Xu Hongyu back to his senses.
Xu Hongyu patted his attendant's shoulder vigorously and said with regret and relief, "Xiao Qi, I've made a mistake in my training. Master, I've made a mistake in my training."
Xu Xiaoqi was confused and blinked his eyes. He asked, "What's wrong with your practice, Master? I don't understand."
Xu Hongyu shook his head repeatedly and said, "Kung Fu, I've been practicing for the past ten years, but it's all in vain."
"Master." Xu Xiaoqi still didn't understand and said, "How can you say that your training was in vain? Three or five strong men can't match your punches and kicks!"
"That's different, that's different." Xu Hongyu glanced around, saw the trio, and pointed at them. "I can beat ten of those cowards, but what's the point?"
Hey, we didn't provoke you, why are you making trouble for us?
Zhang Zongbao couldn't stand it anymore. He glared and shouted, "Who are you talking about?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"Try saying it again."
"Coward, coward, coward!" Xu Hongyu stared and said important things three times.
Zhang Zongbao rolled up his arms and sleeves, Zhang Jun was able to climb up, and Fatty Zhao also clenched his fists, made strange noises, and shook his body. It was probably more intimidating to show his fat with his bare chest.
Xu Hongyu showed disdain on his face and leisurely moved his wrists.
"Master, please take a rest." Xu Xiaoqi stepped forward, stood in front of him, looked around, walked over a few steps, and picked up a broken wooden board next to the mast.
Seeing the man wielding a weapon, the trio quickly drew their knives and grabbed their guns, ready to attack.
Xu Xiaoqi smiled lightly, squatted in a horse stance, inhaled and practiced his skills, and holding the wooden board with both hands, suddenly shouted "Hey, ha, ho!"
Following these shouts, Xu Xiaoqi smashed the wooden board on his head, leaving the trio stunned.
Is this self-harm or fraud, or is there something wrong with this guy's brain?
Crack, crack! The wooden board made a cracking sound under the impact, and finally broke into two pieces, broken by Xu Xiaoqi's iron head.
Xu Xiaoqi retracted his horse stance, brushed the dirt off his forehead, and sneered at the trio, "Have you seen the Iron Head Kung Fu? If you don't behave, I'll push you all into the sea to feed the turtles."
Zhang Zongbao was disheartened. Looking at his two companions, he saw that they had lost all their fighting spirit. He rolled his eyes and muttered, "What's so great about that? They're just tough-minded. I've even seen people break rocks with their chests!"
"There is also an iron spear against the throat." Fatty Zhao added, but he had already put down his weapon, saying that he was a gentleman and a gentleman did not want to fight.
Xu Hongyu curled his lips, beckoned, and led Xu Xiaoqi along the side of the ship toward the bow. His low voice drifted on the wind, "Xiaoqi, there are no turtles in this sea."
"No turtles? No way? Well, Master said there are none, so there definitely are none. Next time I'll push them into the sea to feed the fish and shrimp!"
"Idiot." Zhang Zongbao seemed to have found a sense of superiority. He spat and said, "You don't even know this."
Zhao Huizu touched his fat face and muttered to himself: I don’t know anything about this turtle!
Zhang Junneng glanced at Zhang Zongbao and thought to himself, "Why are there no turtles in the sea? Do you really know?"
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