Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

"Bang!"

The black Turtle Box gun suddenly tilted upwards, and a plume of white smoke billowed from its muzzle.

A bronze bullet whizzed into the dark-skinned man's forehead.

Dark-skinned man was shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Its massive body slowly tilted backward and crashed to the ground.

"boom!"

Lin Ji casually tucked the tortoise shell he had taken from Si Dezhao's study into his waistband and turned to look into the warehouse.

The seven members of the Tongmenghui all looked at Lin Ji as if he were a ghost.

Lin Ji clapped his hands casually and gave an awkward smile:

"The old man is weak and frail, so he just keeps a foreign gun in case of emergency."

A hint of helplessness flickered in Zhao Qiaosheng's eyes.

This is truly a precaution against unforeseen circumstances.

The female guest of the Zhang family was also horrified. She repelled Zi Yi with a single move and turned to flee into the depths of the warehouse.

Seeing this, Zhao Qiaosheng twisted his foot and shouted sharply:

"You little thief, don't run away."

He unleashed a flurry of palm strikes, landing on the female guest.

The female guest was no match for Lin Ji's skills; Zhao Qiaosheng killed her with just three palm strikes.

"Time is of the essence. Take the opium and let's go!"

Zhao Qiaosheng didn't linger; he turned and shouted into the warehouse.

Everyone sprang into action, glancing at the white-haired Lin Ji from time to time, but their hands never stopped moving.

Less than 15 minutes.

All the opium was loaded onto wagons.

One of the members of the Tongmenghui drove it out of the warehouse.

They disappeared into the darkness and headed towards the west city.

"Old man."

About half an hour after the truck left, Zhao Qiaosheng's voice finally rang out from inside the truck bed, as if he didn't know where to begin his question:

"Old man... do you recognize the secret technique possessed by the Zhang family's guest elder?"

"I can barely recognize it; it should be one of the three secret techniques." Lin Ji closed his eyes to rest, his posture ramrod straight. He didn't hide anything and explained directly:

"The three secret techniques, the lower the grade, the shorter the effect and the heavier the backlash."

"Judging from his weak aura, I can tell that his secret technique is of low quality. Otherwise, if his speed had increased so drastically, why didn't he take the opportunity to attack first, but instead left behind a harsh remark and fled in panic?"

Zhao Qiaosheng raised an eyelid: during their battle, his energy had been waning, and he was about to run out of steam in half a quarter of an hour. His opponent's sudden burst of power had caught him off guard; he hadn't even considered this possibility.

"I see. You truly have keen insight."

"There is one more thing I would like to ask. I have traveled all over China and know most martial arts techniques, but I have never seen such a strange fist technique as yours."

As expected, I had to ask.

Lin Ji pondered for a moment, his expression unchanged and his heart unmoved:

"Ordinary martial arts techniques are all about wide-ranging, domineering, and fierce movements, or swift as the wind. I am old and frail and cannot adapt to them, so I devised this set of techniques that use minimal force to overcome great strength."

"Figure it out yourself?"

Inside the carriage, someone murmured in surprise and disbelief.

In the darkness, Zhao Qiaosheng frowned, clearly disbelieving, but he didn't question it; his tone, however, was somewhat wistful:

"Old man, you possess a body of extraordinary talent, and your bones are refined to generate vitality. You are already one in ten thousand."

"Now I'm a hundred years old... a hundred years old." Zhao Qiaosheng paused abruptly when he said "hundred years old," seemingly realizing something was amiss, but then continued:

"They can also comprehend unique martial arts techniques."

"Not only that, the old man's internal energy and blood are like a furnace. When I first met him, he was still at the Refining Flesh Realm, but now he is at the mid-stage of Ming Jin and could step into the late stage of Ming Jin at any time."

"That's truly a rare find in the world."

As Zhao Qiaosheng finished speaking, a murmur of surprise and doubt arose in the carriage.

"A hundred years old?"

"This is still...a human being."

……

Lin Ji did not explain.

Continue turning the pages of the book on defying fate.

They will become even younger in the future, and may even reverse aging.

Perhaps the Book of Reversal of Fate will even generate some other astonishing abilities, which Lin Ji could never explain.

Hearing the surprised and doubtful expressions of the people in the carriage, who dared not speak, Lin Ji felt a surge of amusement and couldn't help but sigh.

As long as your fist is strong.

Great scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

The truck drove into the vicinity of a dock in the west of the city.

The western part of the city is located in a remote area.

The waterways are winding, making it difficult for large merchant ships and cargo ships to reach the area.

Over time, it became a settlement for fishermen in Jiangcheng, and it looked much more desolate than the South City Wharf.

Another group of Tongmenghui members had arrived here ahead of time and dug a huge pit along a stretch of sea. With the light of the night shining through the slightly dispersed clouds on the horizon, the bottom could be seen to be a vast expanse of white.

Boom!

The truck started up and overturned at the edge of the deep pit.

The carriage doors were opened, and box after box of opium was pushed into the deep pit, filling it halfway.

"Release the water!"

Zhao Qiaosheng stood at the edge of the pit and gave an order. Two young members of the Tongmenghui (Revolutionary Alliance) on the edge of the beach took shovels and dug open the water inlet that had been dug in advance.

Seawater surged and poured into the deep pit.

moment.

Bubbling sounds came from the deep pit, and waves of hot air rushed towards us.

"Old man."

At the edge of the pit, Zhao Qiaosheng stood beside Lin Ji and spoke softly:

"The Zhang family is the head of the four major families in Jiangcheng. They have connections with the military governor's office above and the foreign merchants' association below. They will definitely not let this go easily after losing their warehouse and a hidden-force guest.

"What are your plans, sir? Tonight's events have brought us together in the Tongmenghui (Revolutionary Alliance). Why not join the Tongmenghui and work together to protect our country?"

Lin Ji raised an eyelid and was momentarily stunned.

He had considered that Zhao Qiaosheng might try to win him over because of his special status.

Who would have thought he would be so unreserved?

During the first half of the night, Lin Ji listened to the passionate speech of the Tongmenghui in a small room in the Yingbin Building. With the idea of ​​saving the country and the people in his heart, he couldn't help but feel his blood boiling.

Looking back now.

It inevitably feels a bit reckless.

Saving the country and its people is a good thing, but also a difficult one, and it is inevitable that some people will have to sacrifice themselves.

But sacrifice is sacrifice, and recklessness is recklessness.

If the Zhang family had sent two masters of internal strength tonight, or foreign warriors of different bloodlines, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Moreover, once you join the Tongmenghui, you must act in a more structured way and can no longer be as unrestrained as before.

This is not a good thing for someone like me who has many secrets.

"I'm just an old man, a gatekeeper at the martial arts hall. I don't have the deep thoughts about family and national grudges. I'm too old to get involved in your young people's affairs."

"Alright... then I'll thank you for your help tonight, sir." Zhao Qiaosheng swallowed his words back: "I'll have Ziyi take you home."

……

By the time we returned to the martial arts hall, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

Lin Ji climbed over the courtyard wall, went into his small hut to rest for a while, changed his clothes, and then went out again to push open the gate of the martial arts hall.

"Squeak!"

Outside the martial arts hall.

He stood tall and slender, with a dashing and heroic posture, and his eyes and brows exuded a strong sense of heroism.

However, his handsome features were constantly shifting, and he occasionally fell into brief deep thought, so he didn't hear Lin Ji open the door.

Lin Ji's heart tightened as he recalled the events of the first half of last night. The tattered amulet was still inside his clothes. Calming himself, he spoke:

"Teacher Gu, so early."

"Hmm." Gu Yanqiu then raised her worried eyes and looked at Lin Ji as if she wanted to ask something, but in the end she didn't speak.

She stepped into the martial arts hall, and just as she was about to enter its depths, she suddenly turned her head, her expression slightly puzzled:

"Uncle Lin, you look younger and younger!"

As Lin Ji was pondering how to answer, a child's voice came from outside the martial arts hall:

"Extra number! Extra number!"

"The Zhang family warehouse was attacked late at night! Three guest advisors were killed on the spot! The Tongmenghui claims responsibility for the attack!"