On July 16th, something big happened in Beijing. Although Shuntian Prefecture and the Inspectorate tried their best to block it, the news still reached the outer city, becoming a topic of conversation for the people after dinner.

In the afternoon, the "Donghongtai" teahouse on Qianmen Street was no longer the noisy and bustle of the morning. Although the Zhongyuan Festival has passed, this year is late autumn, it is hotter than the dog days at noon. The sky is filled with flames, and the ground is so dry that it is so dry.

At this moment, there were no bannermen walking birds and fighting crickets in the teahouse. The tea shop was almost gone, and the guy was lying listlessly on the table. In the corner, there were only a few old customers still chatting and talking about the mountains.

"Men, guess what? Don't the pirates in Beihai like to come from the sea? The court should build large walls on the beach. In this way, the soldiers of Beihai can only stare at me and cannot reach the shore!"

"With the North Pirates' cannons, it's a decoration? You haven't heard that their cannons can even collapse a five-foot-thick brick wall. I think you don't have a good idea."

"Have you heard it? There was a thunder in the hail a few days ago. A big snake was killed in the courtyard of Lao Sun's house outside Xuanwu Gate. The person who saw it said it was seven or eight feet long and had horns on his head!"

"Who do you know the details of the Dongsi Pailou two days ago? I heard that an old bannerman died?"

Seeing everyone else shook their heads, a fat man in his thirties and wearing a gray shirt on the table smiled slightly, "Shopkeeper Dong, you are asking the right person for this."

“How to say it?”

"My third uncle called his brother's nephew to work as a service in Shuntian Mansion. Yesterday, my aunt was not feeling well, so I said I wouldn't go over and take a look. What do you think, it sounded right away."

When a few people on the table heard this, they hurriedly said, "Oh! Manager Sun, tell me."

"I have been in love for more than ten years. These words come out of my mouth and your ears. When I leave this door later, I will pretend that I don't know."

"That's that's it, Manager Sun, don't worry, it's definitely a rotten stomach!"

Fatty Sun shook his fan, his eyes dripped for a few days, and looked around for a few days. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he leaned forward and said softly: "The dead old man belonged to Shumulu's family in Zhengbai Banner, but not his vein, but a side branch, and lived in Dongsi Liutiao. Think about it, Zhengbai Banner is the first of the three banners, and Shumulu is one of the eight old surnames. His ancestors were the famous Wuxun King Yangguli, and he had a grandson in the first few years. When something happened to his family, even the emperor was alarmed."

Then, in his erotic description, something that stunned the people present was told with great prickliness.

It turns out that the toys played with by Mankind’s children from the beginning of crawling are very different from the toys played by Han children. The one they play is called "Buku". When they were young, they had to use buckwheat skin pillows with wide leather strips. When they were bigger, they would change to large pillows with mung beans or soybean pulp. When they were a little bigger, they would start to carry small "skin pockets" that were filled with river sand. After ten years of age, they could change to large "skin pockets", and the insides would also turn from sand to pebbles.

Of course, you have to practice rope pockets, palm fist pockets, stone monkey stone locks, stirring sticks, etc. Those who have been trained will enter the campfire camp to fill in the gaps and then find a future. In recent years, the Qing Dynasty and the Northern Navy have repeatedly fought with each other, and due to the huge losses of soldiers, the flag soldiers have also become scarce. As long as you have good skills, you will definitely be able to make up for it.

Although the bannerman Buku is a good martial art, there is a heaven outside of the sky, and it will not work against those Han martial arts masters. The so-called "martial arts are wrestling in a row, and the links are accurate" means this.

Nowadays, all bannermen with wealthy families in Beijing usually use real money and silver to hire martial arts masters from other places to be martial artists at home, which can protect the family and teach the younger generations to practice. However, the problem lies here. Some masters invited from the Central Plains have had several generations of grudges with the Qing Dynasty. They have either hidden their names or changed their appearances over the years. Anyway, they can't find out easily. These people buried their hatred deep in their hearts, and under the guise of protecting the martial arts of the hospital, they waited for an opportunity to kill the elderly Manchu generals.

Basically, since the late Kangxi period, many headless bloody cases under their homes were closely related to the group of martial artists guarding the house. However, because these people were secretly doing things, they still couldn't find any problems after killing them, so many families in the crowd could only suffer in silence and had nowhere to appeal.

Originally, such things had rarely happened in the first few years, but as the court beat the Northern Navy and was full of trouble, some Han martial artists also began to get restless.

The old man from Shumulu family who was beaten to death a few days ago was the same. He was actually less than 60 years old. He used to be a genius leader. He lost an arm in the war between Fukang'an and Beihai Town with Fukang'an seven years ago, but he finally saved his life. After returning to Beijing, he swung his empty sleeves every day. He drank alcohol when he had nothing to do. When he drank too much, he scolded Zhao Xin, Beihai Town, and Han people.

That day, the old man drank a lot of dryness, and started to curse again when he got drunk. Then he started to quarrel with his own martial artist and even wanted to steal half of the sheep he had obtained. The martial artist was not a good man, saying that this was rewarded by the old man in the mansion, and it was unreasonable to let you take it away. As a result, the two of them became more and more anxious. In the end, the old man became really angry and wanted to compete.

The bannermen competed in a rule. First, the subordinates nodded and agreed. Secondly, they had to sign a life and death document, indicating that no matter which party was killed or injured, they would not report the case by the official, and would die naturally.

The Shu Mulu family father and son had two generations of leaders, and of course they did not dare to say no, and then the documents were also written. The next morning, the competition was on schedule. Unexpectedly, the old man had just entered the venue and was not ready yet. The martial arts master came up and took a heavy blow to the heart of the black tiger. The old man died on the spot and did not even leave any words when he died. Although there were many bastards, he still kept his word in the competition and would not cheat others. The family members could only accept their fate.

After the old man fell to the ground, the martial artist used the excuse of going back to the backyard to get medicine for treatment and asking everyone present to help take care of it. Then when the wing doctor, the middleman and the guarantor came forward to check the injury, everyone realized something was wrong.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! When will the competition hurt people? You have to save the lives of the injured first. Why did that guy run back to his house? Besides, the old man is from a corps, has been through many battles in his life, and is a famous military officer under Zhengbai. He has not even lost his life on the battlefield, so why did he die so strangely?

So everyone hurried to the backyard to find someone, but there was no one in the house, but they saw a pine wood ladder lying under the high wall. It turned out that the martial artist had already climbed over the wall and ran away. Everyone thought that he was panicked after killing people, so they were busy.

At this moment, everyone recalled that before that, the martial artist had asked the old man about his resume and that he had participated in any battle. The old people in the banner unanimously determined that this man came to the mansion to take revenge to become a martial artist; so he reported to the chief magistrate of the banner and reported to the Ministry of Justice to arrest criminals. The people from the Jiumen Infantry Police Camp then went to the old man's house to search the martial artist's residence, and he actually found a letter under the bed.

When the investigator read the contents of the letter, he was sure that the man was indeed coming to seek revenge. The above said that he was originally from Chengguan, Linqing, Shandong, and killed the old man because he followed Shuhede to lead troops to encircle Wang Lun and killed the common people.

Everyone was shocked. You should know that Shuhede, who was posthumously named Wenxiang, was the Shumulu clan's direct lineage. In the 39th year of Qianlong's reign, he was ordered to lead troops to Shandong to suppress Wang Lun of the Qingshui Sect. The old man who was beaten to death followed him to attack the old city of Linqing.

Speaking of which, Wang Lun, the leader of the Qingshui Sect, is not a good thing. Like all the leaders of the White Lotus Sect in history, this "Mr. Zhengua Wang" launched a riot under the slogan "Hongyang Ancestor, Wusheng Old Mother, and Maitreya's birth". It was precisely because of this sect that Linqing, a famous mall that has flourished for more than 200 years since the middle of the Ming Dynasty, has become a hell on earth in blood and fire.

The fierce offensive and defensive battle that happened twenty years ago took nearly twenty days. The offensive and defensive sides set fires inside and outside the city, almost ruining the old city of Linqing. When the city was broken, the Qing army and the Qingshui scholars fought for every street and every house in the city. The tragic street battle lasted for five days. A large number of innocent women and children were killed by the Qing army after the city was broken.

The martial artist was the descendant of the innocent people who were slaughtered by the old man from the Shumulu family. He has been seeking revenge for many years and has always been hiding his identity. He has mastered a superb martial arts instructor of the Han Army of Zhengbai Banner for several years. As a result, he was in a mistake and was invited by the Shumulu family, who is also Zhengbai Banner, to be a military guru. After years of patience, he finally found an opportunity to succeed.

When Manager Sun finished telling the whole story, the people present were stunned for a while and shook their heads and sighed that the things in the world were really drinks and pecking. This old man could survive the battle with the North Sea pirates with sharp guns and cannons, but he was killed by a martial artist in his family.

"I heard that the court is busy moving the capital. You said that you want to go to Xi'an. Is it still Beijing City?"

"Why do you think so much? The North Sea Pirates have now reached Shandong. I heard that Jilin City outside the pass is lost. It will take a day to go through!"

"Shopkeeper Dong, you have a lot of knowledge in the north and you heard that the pirates in the North are doing something about "beating local tyrants and dividing land" in Shandong. Do you know this?"

"Oh, don't ask me about this. Let's not talk about state affairs!"

Everyone chatted for a while and then left. Manager Dong left the tea shop and returned to the shop of "Huang Shengtai". After that, he spent more than an hour to finish reading the accounts of last month. Seeing that the sun was not so poisonous outside, he asked the guy to go to the backyard to ask the coachman to get the cart.

After a stick of incense, Manager Dong and his friend gave a few instructions and got out. The mule cart walked south along Qianmen Street, heading east to Zhushikou, and finally stopped at the Shiban Hutong at the entrance of the Suanshikou. He got out of the car and stood under the tree at the entrance of the alley for a while. Then he walked in with his hands behind his back. Every twenty steps he took, he paused slightly, carefully listening to whether anyone was following behind him. When he arrived at the gate of a single-family courtyard on the southeast side of the intersection of Shiban Hutong and Beijian Hutong, he looked around, then stepped forward and patted twice, paused for a moment and patted around.

Soon, the gate of the courtyard opened, revealing the gap that only one person could pass. Manager Dong walked in sideways and whispered to the old man who opened the door: "Where is the person?"

The old man didn't say anything, glanced at the west room of the main house with his eyes. Manager Dong didn't say anything, and walked straight into the room. He reached out and lifted the blue cloth curtain, and saw a thin man in his thirties jumping off the kang, his arms stretched out, and he bowed deeply to himself with his fists.

"Brother Zhang, you have been arrested everywhere in and outside the city these days. I'm here to tell you that you must be careful in this courtyard on weekdays to avoid the wind coming out."

"I am really grateful for my great gratitude thanks to Brother Dong. Now I have to take revenge and I have no worries anymore. I will follow you in the future."

No one would have thought that Zhang Xiude, the martial artist who was killed by the old gang leader of Shu Mulu's family, would hide in a house under the name of "Huang Shengtai" shopkeeper Dong.

Two years ago in Hankou, Zhang Xiude suffered from dysentery and couldn't afford to get sick in the inn. The shopkeeper almost swept him with a reed and then found a place where no one was left to throw it away. Fortunately, he met Chen Jingdan and rescued him, so he survived the disaster.

After being sent to Beijing to undercover, Zhang Xiude became involved with Chen Jingdan's letter recommendation. After a while, the two of them would often get together to drink. When the time was almost done, Manager Dong took out the letter written by Chen Jishan.

Zhang Xiude was shocked after seeing this. He didn't expect that his brothers would survive the disaster by Beihai Town. While sighing, he fully expressed his idea of ​​being willing to be a martial artist for Manchus. He said that as long as he avenged his revenge, he would definitely come and join him.

Chen Jishan knew about Zhang Xiude's affairs, and when compared with each other, shopkeeper Dong naturally knew that the other party was not telling lies, so he told him the address of Shiban Hutong, and went there to hide directly after the matter was done, and someone would notify him at that time.

"Okay! Please wait a few days. When there is news from Shandong, no matter Shuntian Mansion or the police camp, you will not care about your business. Then I will send someone to send you out of the city."

"Shandong? What is this related to Shandong?"

"Haha, you'll know then."

Five days later, a letter of 600 miles from Jinan arrived in the capital in an emergency. The Northern Navy, which had been in Jiaodong for almost a year, suddenly launched a fierce attack on the Qing army with a huge force of 8,000 people from north to south, on the Huangshui River, Sun River and Wulong River. In just two days, three cities, Dengzhou, Qixia and Laiyang, fell one after another. Dengzhou Town General Entehemo died in battle, and Dengzhou Prefect Lan Jiazan hanged himself after the city was broken.

However, surprisingly, after learning about the military situation in Shandong, Qianlong seemed very calm. He did not mobilize troops from the capital and surrounding provinces, but only ordered Liu Yong to strictly guard Zhaoyuan and Jimo and pay close attention to the movements of the Northern Navy.
Chapter completed!