Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

Yan Zhendong thanked him twice more, then quickly squatted down and carefully picked up all the copper coins, afraid of missing a single one.

When he picked up the last coin, he found that it had rolled to the feet of a young man.

The young man was thin and had a fairly decent appearance.

At this moment, however, the other party's expression was unusually complicated, and his eyes were fixed on Yan Zhendong, who was squatting on the ground.

Liang Kuan grew up listening to stories of chivalrous heroes and had an almost sacred yearning for martial arts.

They believe that true masters should uphold justice, settle scores quickly, and be respected by others.

But here's the scene before us: such a powerful master is performing on the street, humbly begging for a few copper coins.

This is completely different from the image of a chivalrous hero he had always dreamed of!

Liang Kuan felt as if something beautiful in his heart had shattered, and looked at Yan Zhendong:

"You...your martial arts are so amazing! Why do this?! Why are you being so...so subservient?! Kung fu isn't for...not for..."

Yan Zhendong picked up the coin and looked up at the young man.

I could already see shock, disappointment, confusion, and even a hint of... anger in their eyes?

He tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled calmly.

"No matter how skilled you are, you still need to fill your stomach first. How about giving a tip to build a good relationship?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Kuan's body trembled, a hint of shame flashing across his face, along with a trace of resentment.

He touched his empty pockets, and in the end simply cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Yan Zhendong, saying in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, I...I don't have any money."

After saying that, he seemed to be fleeing, lowering his head and quickly disappearing into the heavy rain, his back looking somewhat disheveled.

Yan Zhendong watched Liang Kuan's figure disappear into the rain and simply shook his head.

He has traveled all over the country for many years and has seen all kinds of people.

It's obvious at a glance that this young man meant no harm; he simply hadn't yet grasped the harsh realities of life.

But it's okay, no matter how good your dreams are, reality will teach you a lesson.

Yan Zhendong put away the broken red-tasseled spear and prepared to leave to find another place where he could earn money for dinner.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the street corner.

"Master Yan, please wait."

Yan Zhendong paused, subconsciously turning around to look, only to see a young man with very peculiar clothing and short hair.

He was smiling at himself.

Yan Zhendong frowned slightly.

He disliked these fake foreigners who had cut off their queues and dressed like foreigners, feeling that they had forgotten their roots.

I didn't want to pay any attention to it and just continued packing my things to leave.

Chen Wen wasn't surprised by the other person's reaction. He took two steps forward and switched to a Shandong accent:

"Master Yan, we're from the same hometown, from all corners of the country. It's fate that we've met. Why don't we have some tea together?"

"Oh, right...it's on me!"

Yan Zhendong stopped in his tracks as he was about to take the next step.

He looked at the strange short-haired young man in front of him, then looked down and touched the few copper coins he had left in his pocket.

After a few seconds of silence, he finally clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"Then... I'll have to trouble you."

Yan Zhendong took a few steps toward Chen Wen and arrived at the entrance of the brothel. He glanced at the gaudy lanterns and the flamboyant woman at the entrance, then looked at Chen Wen with an extremely strange expression.

"Will you treat me to tea? Or to a night of pleasure?"

Chen Wen turned around and was immediately embarrassed, quickly waving his hand:

"It's a misunderstanding! Master Yan, let's find a proper place to eat and talk this over calmly."

As he spoke, he quickly led Yan Zhendong around the entrance of the brothel.

The rain gradually stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky brightened again.

Chen Wen found a teahouse nearby. The shop looked quite nice, with a clean storefront and was full of customers, making it very lively.

The waiter, with a white towel draped over his shoulder, had just seen off a table of customers. Turning around and seeing Chen Wen and his companion, he immediately put on a smile and trotted over.

"Please come in, esteemed guests! Would you like some tea or a meal? Our shrimp dumplings, char siu buns, and steamed sponge cake are all exceptional!"

Chen Wen nodded, stepped inside, and said to Yan Zhendong as he did so:

"Master Yan, this place looks good, let's keep it here."

He turned to the waiter and asked, "Do you have a quieter spot?"

"Yes, yes, yes! There's a table by the window on the second floor. It has a great view and is very bright!" The waiter hurriedly led the way.

The two followed him up the stairs.

The second floor was indeed quieter than the downstairs, but it was still mostly occupied.

The table by the window is really nice; you can see the street below.

As soon as I sat down, a melodious string sound came from the corner.

Yan Zhendong turned his head and saw several white-bearded old men sitting there, playing the erhu, banging the clapper, and clapping the gong, making quite a scene.

There's a musical performance in a teahouse?

It can be considered a little enjoyment while drinking tea.

Yan Zhendong's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't say anything.

The two sat down.

Chen Wen didn't even look at the menu; he simply pulled a small piece of silver from his pocket and casually tossed it to the waiter waiting nearby.

"Pick your best dishes, bring out the best wine and meat, hurry up!"

The waiter was stunned when he took the silver. The silver was snow-white and brand new, and looked as if it had been newly minted. He had never seen such a new silver before.

However, the quantity received was quite substantial.

Even if there are any problems, don't worry, just take it to the kitchen and check it carefully.

If it's real money, this is a big customer!

The waiter quickly put on a smiling face and bowed repeatedly:

"Alright! Please wait a moment, sir, the fine wine and food will be here shortly!"

After saying that, he ran downstairs to get things done.

Yan Zhendong sat opposite Chen Wen, his gaze shifting from the orchestra to Chen Wen. After a moment of silence, he spoke:

"This place... is quite lively."

Chen Wen picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of coarse tea for the two of them, and casually said:

"Yes, it's a bustling, lively place. Listening to music and having something to eat is much better than being caught in the rain outside."

Yan Zhendong nodded, equally curious about the silver from earlier.

He had traveled all over the country and had seen a lot of broken silver. Every piece of silver was dark, worn, and covered with teeth marks or scratches.

Such pristine, bright colors, as if just fired, are truly rare.

This made him even more suspicious, and he found the person in front of him increasingly strange.

A woman dressed up in a rather mismatched way, with short hair and a dress... no, this kind of clothing doesn't seem to be the same as what Westerners wear.

And he could casually pull out such clean and crisp silver.

Who exactly is this guy?

If he hadn't been truly desperate, and if the other person hadn't been from his hometown, he definitely wouldn't have sat down with them.

But since the other party was hosting, he couldn't say much.

He remained silent, carefully observing the other person, trying to discern more information.

Chen Wen was also sizing up Yan Zhendong.

The Yan Zhendong he knew was the highly skilled, stubborn, and obstinate martial artist in the movie who ultimately met a tragic end.

But that's all in the movies.

As for Yan Zhendong's school of thought, and why he traveled thousands of miles to the south to make a living, what should we know?

The movie doesn't go into details, but it's clear that there's a story behind it.

Having endured hardships and weathered many storms, there was even a hint of barely perceptible bewilderment in his eyes.

I don't know how long it's been since I've had a proper meal. I'm pale and thin. It's truly a tragedy that a martial artist has fallen to this state.

No wonder he disregarded his reputation and performed on the streets, allowing himself to be exploited by the Shahe Gang.

He ultimately met a tragic end under the guns of the foreigners.

It's truly tragic that a lifetime of effort can't compare to the other person's mere finger.

Each lost in their own thoughts, the two fell silent for a moment, creating a somewhat somber atmosphere.

The waiter was quick and efficient, soon bringing out several dishes of appetizers and a pot of warmed wine, breaking the silence:

"Please enjoy your meal, esteemed guests. The main dishes are being prepared at a rapid pace!"