The lights were dim, there was no wind at all on a hot summer night, and the air conditioner powered by commercial electricity was on in the room.

Yang Xuan finally chose the plane "Fist of Heroes". For people of Yang Xuan's generation, when they watched this movie, they felt that both the protagonist and the villain were very powerful in martial arts, and they also respected Chen Zhen's resistance to the intruders.

Heart, Li Lianjie was already 31 years old when he made this movie, but he still looked really young.

The plot of the movie should be set in 1914 in Shanghai. If I go there this time, I will probably stay there for a while. "System, can my current time control be improved?" Yang Xuan thought silently in his heart.

"Host, now your mental power has exceeded the limit of ordinary people, and your time control has changed from 1:100 to 1:500," the system said.

"Great, let's start preparing things now. After all, we will stay there for a long time." Yang Xuan said, rubbing his hands.

There are three companies on the floor where Yang Xuan's company is located. In addition to his own company that sells furs, there is also one that sells handicraft watches. They are very beautiful, but the price is not high. To put it bluntly, they are ordinary watches that look good.

After all, we were on the same floor, and we would say hello to the employees of their company when we met them. Over time, we got to know each other a little bit. He spent 1,000 yuan on Yang Xuan to buy 20 lowest-grade watches. Then he went shopping in the supermarket, including cigarettes, drinks, snacks, etc.

And compressed biscuits, just in case, after all, this world is more dangerous than the last one.

With a wave of your hand, everything is stored in the storage space.

3.2.1. After traveling through time, Yang Xuan suddenly felt that his vision went dark.

When I opened my eyes again, the surrounding environment had completely changed. Fortunately, I was in a small alley, so it wouldn't be too shocking.

Because in the last world, you could only see a lawn and surrounding high-rise buildings. Now the environment has completely changed, and it was also during the First World War. If you say that Yang Xuan is not nervous, it is a lie and he is pretending to be calm.

When you walk out of the alley, you see a pretty good commercial street.

The environment here is very similar to the Shanghai Beach style in the TV series. There are almost no high-rise buildings. All you see are bungalows. The highest ones are small bungalows with 3 to 4 floors.

Most of the people around me had disheveled faces, and they were wearing shabby or patched clothes, and the style was very similar to the style of the Republic of China.

The first thing to consider now is money. After asking around, I found that there were quite a lot of pawnshops in Shanghai in 1914. Basically, there was one not far away.

This is a nice shop. Yang Xuan looked at a shop with simple decoration and a lot of customers coming and going.

The first time I went to a pawn shop to pawn something, I was still a little curious.

Yang Xuan walked to a counter and said to the waiter inside, "Friend, look, how much can I pawn this watch for?"

The waiter, who seemed to be sorting things, adjusted his eyes, said nothing, and looked at it casually. The more he looked, the better he looked, and the impatience on his face gradually disappeared.

"Guest, is this watch of yours a living thing or a dead thing?" the waiter said sternly.

Yang Xuan thought for a while and said, "Fuck it, if the price is high, I still have 15 of them."

The waiter was surprised. Such a beautifully crafted watch was not just one. Good things often come in and out of the pawn shop. The waiter is also a person who knows the goods. Even if the quantity is large, it is no longer something he can decide.

"Guest, please wait a moment, your quantity is a bit large, I will inform the shopkeeper." The waiter was not confident enough.

In just a few minutes, a middle-aged man with a pointed face and a mustache came out of the inner hall wearing a Republic of China hat and glasses. Needless to say, this must be the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper tentatively said, "We have already seen your watches, and there are quite a few of them. I'll give you 100 silver dollars each, what do you think?" Yang Xuan didn't even think about it, so he agreed directly.

In 1914, the purchasing power of one silver dollar in Shanghai was equivalent to about 100 yuan in the main plane. For 100 silver dollars for a watch, it was equivalent to buying a watch for 50 RMB, which would become 10,000 RMB once it was changed hands.

Yang Xuan is not stupid. He can return to the main plane at any time. After spending the silver coins, he can go back and buy some antiques. Even if he does not buy antiques, the silver coins themselves can be sold at a good price in the main plane.

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Now that you have money, you should go to Jingwu Sect first and buy some gifts to become a disciple, so as to show your sincerity.

You buy and buy along the way. Things are really cheap. You also need to buy a backpack. Otherwise, if you store all your things in the storage space, it is never a good thing to be discovered by others. Now that you are here, you can also experience the feeling of riding in a rickshaw, hehe.

"Master, come to Jingwu Sect." Yang Xuan casually hailed a rickshaw.

It has to be said that with money, in a strange place, even if he gets into trouble, it will not be involved in real life. Yang Xuan's character that was gradually softened by the main world is revealed bit by bit.

We finally arrived. Fortunately, the transmission was reliable and it wasn't too far away. Jingwu Sect looked at the font on the plaque. It was said to be handwritten by the great master Huo Yuanjia, but now it was hung with a white cloth, indicating that someone in the family had passed away.

At this point in time, Chen Zhen probably just came back and happened to meet someone

People come to play.

Sure enough, it was this Master Ni who, taking advantage of Huo Yuanjia's death, planned to come to Jingwu Sect to play in the gym, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

No, he loses faster than in the TV series. Ting En is still more powerful.

Now Chen Zhen is paying homage to his master. This is not a good time to pay homage to his master. The timing is wrong and it gives him a headache.

While Yang Xuan was thinking of a solution, Chen Zhen came out with red eyes, probably looking for trouble at the Hongkou Dojo.

Damn it, why is it so troublesome to become a disciple? Otherwise, you can also become a disciple of Huo Ting'en. Anyway, both of them are much better than me.

It is neither a matter of leaving nor staying. At this moment, an uncle who was about 50 years old walked into Jingwu Sect carrying a stick-like thing on his back. As he walked, he walked like a dragon and a tiger, his eyes flashed, and he saw

You will know it is not simple.

Sun Jinnong and Huo Ting'en inside were about to follow him to the Hongkou Dojo. When they saw the old man walking out, they were startled, stepped forward and said, "Brother Tongcheng, come here! Huo Laosi has already gone."

The elderly man walked to the mourning hall without saying a word, did not kneel or bow, but cupped his fists and bowed slightly.

At this time, the old man said, "I had a very happy conversation with Brother Junqing back then, but I didn't expect that after we said goodbye, there would be a yin and yang. I still want to admire Junqing, both in terms of his character and martial arts skills."

Yang Xuan's heart was filled with 10,000 grass and mud horses. How could he become a disciple? There was no way he could continue with such pleasantries. Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, trotted up to Huo Yuanjia's spiritual tablet, bang bang bang, and kowtowed three times.

A group of people looked at Yang Xuan in confusion. At this awkward moment, Nong Jinsun asked directly, "Young man, what do you do? We don't know you, so you come up and give such a big salute?"

Yang Xuan said sternly, "Huo Daxia died fighting the Japanese. It is not an exaggeration to think that such a national hero would fall to the ground. I plan to give up literature and join the martial arts, and do something for the nation."

Before Nong Jinsun could speak again, the old man had already said, "Okay, young man, not bad."

Yang Xuandao said, "As the saying goes, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. I plan to go to Jingwu Sect to learn martial arts and serve the country."

Huo Ting'en stood up at this time and said, "My father has just died. Chen Zhen has returned from studying abroad. His father's funeral has not been completed yet. It may take some time to become a disciple."

"Well, it doesn't count as an apprenticeship. I'm going to stay here for a few days anyway and see if you have the skills to practice martial arts." The old man said.

"You haven't asked for advice yet?" Yang Xuan said politely.

"I'm Li Shuwen," the old man said confidently.
Chapter completed!