Huang Jingyun still left.

No matter how precise the planning is.

No matter how beautiful the idea is.

Do you have some kind of tacit understanding with the Japanese?

Yang Lin didn't know these things.

He only saw that after Marilyn appeared, Huang Jingyun's arrogance was immediately destroyed, and he scolded the Japanese, carried the wounded to the hospital for treatment, and buried Sato's body.

He did not mention the people of Jingwu Sect, especially Yang Lin, how to fight and kill people.

It seems like it's over.

But Yang Lin knew that this was actually just the beginning.

...

Although the previous conversation was very short.

I didn't hear much key information.

However, the disciples of Jingwu Sect still figured out what the identity of the pretty little girl who looked like a little white flower in front of her was?

Although I was extremely curious, I still refused to come forward.

Even those outer disciples whose eyes were full of excitement and admiration did not dare to come and greet Yang Lin at this time.

Just looking at it from afar.

I'm still afraid that others will find out.

"This is Master Yang..."

A disciple quietly gave a thumbs up. It would be fine if his martial arts skills were so high that they were not far away, but he still looked that way, that one special..."

Although men have never been proud of their appearance since ancient times.

It only depends on ability and ability.

However, no one wants to be more beautiful than Pan An and Song Yu in his heart.

He looks given by his parents, there is no way to do this. There is no plastic surgery in this era. Even if he has it, he cannot get the aura he has grown into.

Instead, it will become stiff and make people dislike it.

Therefore, it is a bit rare to grow into Yang Lin.

"That's right, it would be great if I could learn a few moves with Master Yang. I just heard from them that Master Yang's previous trick of stealing the sword was Master Huo's specialty, the mysterious fist."

"Why, I saw that he was much better than the young master of the museum. Isn't this the Huo family's boxing technique?"

"Shh, don't say that, look at the young master..."

There was a more mature disciple who quickly stopped him.

During the martial arts training ground, excited disciples were talking about it. Most of these people were rough people who had not read many books, and they would not have too much scheming. They would say whatever they thought...

For a moment, Huo Tingen's face turned pale and stood there for a while. He stood there for a while before instructing: "Hurry up, carry the sixth and nineth junior brothers to the room, ask the doctor to come and take a look and prescribe some medicine."

Xiaohui looked at Huo Tingen with some concern at first, her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and she wanted to go forward and say something, but finally stopped.

She turned to look at Yang Ying who was silent beside her, and saw the other party lowering her head, and she was a little surprised: "Eighth Junior Sister, your brother defeated the Japanese and is so powerful, why do you seem unhappy?

If I were you, I would run up and pester him to teach me step by step every day. Not to mention that I learned halfway through it, it would be good to learn 20% or 30% of it. At least I could beat those Japanese devils down...

By the way, do you know? I just heard Master Chen say that the moment he grabbed the knife was the mysterious fist handed down by his master. He actually practiced the secret passage of the Huo family to swallow the weather in one bite. It's very fast. I can't see the shadow clearly anyway..."

Yang Ying looked at the senior sister and best friend in a daze, and opened her mouth and closed it.

'Aren't you the one who is the most fascinating of the second senior brother? He said that he is so smart and handsome, and he is so rebellious?'

Thinking of the third brother whom I hated, I saw the third brother who was standing there and becoming the focus of everyone's eyes.

Thinking of Sister Lan Xin, who was determined to break away from the family marriage arrangement and was preparing to travel to East China to study.

Thinking of the lonely grave when you look at the west mountain in Hangzhou again...

Yang Ying looked dazed for a moment, and she didn't know whether it was a real fantasy.

...

"Why do you want to help me?"

Facing the entanglement of the little princess Marilyn.

It was the first time Yang Lin did not show any impatientness.

Instead, I was a little confused.

As for it?

He knew that in this era, not to mention that foreigners look down on Chinese people, even Chinese people themselves look down on themselves.

But why, this Marilyn was out of character and showed strange enthusiasm to herself.

He didn't believe that the other party really liked his own abilities.

Those who have the ability will have more and more people in the world.

Have you seen which one the British admire and admire?

What they worship is strong ships, powerful guns, and powerful army...

To be honest, not only any country, including the whole world, does not pay too much attention to personal force.

The interest in hot weapons is accompanied by the end of personal heroism.

At this time, the famous people were all famous generals and famous generals, and people who could lead everyone to defend their country or destroy the country and open up the border.

What they worship is their brains, their vision and personal charm.

Instead, I can no longer hear those willful and chivalrous individual heroes.

Such people are just a drop of water and a speck of dust in the waves of the great era. They are not valued and do not matter.

“Two years ago, I made a friend and she couldn’t speak British.

I am usually quiet and seem to have no conflicts with anyone, and I look easy to bully.

But one day, I saw her practicing knife secretly on the grass, her body rotated, her sword danced, and she flew like a butterfly, which looked so beautiful..."

Marilyn didn't answer, but told her own story.

That year, she was eleven years old and was still studying in a church school. She met a friend from the East. She heard that she was a princess.

She is 100% curious about people from a foreign country with dark hair and dark eyes.

So, we try to get in touch and learn about the other person's strengths.

She even learned embroidery with the girl.

Only the other party agreed to teach the Bagua sword technique, but did not have time to teach it.

Later, the Oriental Girl returned to China in a hurry if something happened, and there was no news again...

Maybe they died with that incident, or maybe they fled to a corner of the people and never appeared in front of others.

"Embroider, you work hard."

Listening to the little princess chattering in crappy Chinese, she spoke with tears in her eyes.

However, Yang Lin seemed to see a little demon weaving a gorgeous lie and seeing the horns growing on the girl's head.

"You still don't believe it?"

Marilyn's little face was covered with depression.

I've said so attentively.

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, but you helped a lot today, but I remember this favor.

If you want to learn the essence of practical combat and the true teaching of swordsmanship, you will definitely have no way to do it.”

Yang Lin raised his face and emphasized his principles again.

If you are not within our tribe, your heart will be different.

Regardless of whether the other party will pass on his martial arts to the UK, or whether there are some martial artists who do not understand the defense of the barbarians and the Xia to pass on the real kung fu of foreigners.

However, this head cannot be opened here.

"So, if you just want to learn swordsmanship and tricks, and just want to practice boxing well, I can teach you."

Okay, let your little British princess have a look. After the future, everyone has been trained to be full of flowers and beautiful things, and it is so beautiful that it can be used to capture martial arts routines.

Only the best looks, no better looks.

When fighting, there is only the most useless, nothing more useless.

Any strong farmer can knock down that kind with one punch.

It has destroyed the invincible reputation created by generations of masters of Chuanwu.

Martial arts finally became a performing art.

Yes, it's performing arts.

Yang Lin is preparing to pass on this, teaching boxing but not stepping, and passing moves but not force...

"Okay, I want to learn the knife first, learn your plum blossom knife." The little princess didn't know Yang Lin's sinister intentions at all, and she suddenly smiled so hard that her mouth opened.
Chapter completed!