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God! Buddha! Which big shot of the Heavenly Lord Wuliang joked with me? Why am I so unlucky? First, I was chased by nightmare for no reason, and then I encountered such a bloody thing in time travel. Moreover, if you travel through time, you won’t let me go to the prosperous times of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, you will not let me go to the prosperous times of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, but to this kind of life is cheaper than dogs. During the late Qing and Republic of China, did the powers invade China, do you have to work hard to strengthen, innovate technology, work hard to live in people’s livelihood, and then revitalize China to dominate the world? Don’t joke, Zhang Jun himself knows how much you have. If you want to have such an irrelevant dream, it’s better to wait until it’s dark.

After a while of random thoughts, I calmed down. What should I do next to enter Zhang Jun's mind? This is a problem that needs to be solved immediately. You can't tell them that they have traveled from the future, it would be strange if they don't regard themselves as madmen.

"May I ask? Where is this?" Zhang Jun asked with his head and held his head to a teenage boy who was cleaning the room in front of him. The boy was startled when he heard Zhang Jun's voice, and then he reacted. Then he ran to the door with a happy look on his face and shouted, "Senior Brother Chen, that person has woken up." Then he jumped in front of Zhang Jun and explained in a confused look in his eyes: "You have finally woken up, it's been one day. Do you remember that you fainted at the entrance of our martial arts hall yesterday? It was the master who rescued you."

Zhang Jun was sure in his heart and thought it was similar to his own guess. Then he thanked him: "Thank you, I wonder if your master is?" The other party looked proud when he heard this, and he said like a little rooster who had won the battle: "My master is Master Huo Yuanjia, who is known as invincible in Kyoto."

"Shut up!" A stern shout was like a bucket of cold water that poured the little boy over, and suddenly turned into a bitter face. He turned around and bowed his head to the middle-aged man who had just entered the room and admitted his mistake, "Master!"

"If you know you are wrong, you should know what to do!" The middle-aged man who looked like a weak scholar said lightly. The little boy turned around and grinned at Zhang Jun, then lowered his head and ran out.

"Brother laughed at me, because I was not strict in discipline." The gentle voice made Zhang Jun feel like a spring breeze. There was no sign that the weak scholar-like middle-aged man in front of him was Huo Yuanjia, a famous martial arts master in Kyoto. Zhang Jun looked surprised and surprised. He had only seen this nationally renowned master in movies and TV series before, but now Zhang Jun is talking to him face to face. When he saw the real person, he couldn't help but feel unexcited.

"It's okay, nothing! May I ask, are you the number one martial arts master in Tianjin Huo Yuanjia, Master Huo?" Zhang Jun kept looking at the person in front of him. He looked at him. He didn't look like a martial arts master at all. He looked like a scholar without any strength. He really couldn't imagine that he was against nearly 2.5 meters tall and those Japanese sumo wrestlers. I'm afraid that he could press him into a meat pie with just one heavy pressure. He really shouldn't behave like a person. He shouldn't be as good as a sea of ​​water.

When Zhang Jun sighed, Huo Yuanjia smiled bitterly and said, "This is just a false reputation. Nowadays, the society is in turmoil and the country is poor and weak. We, the martial arts practitioners, should carry forward martial arts, strengthen the body of the people, and revitalize the body and mind of the people. I have only done a better job, so I am honored by others as a martial arts master to show respect."

Huo Yuanjia's humility made Zhang Jun even more sigh. Now it is the time when the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China. The country has been weak for a long time, but foreign forces are eyeing it. They all want to bite two pieces of meat on the sick lion in China. Among them, Japan is even more arrogant. It can be said that Japan is the most advocated invading China. Only in this way can Japan take the opportunity to strengthen itself in China. At this critical moment, all the capable and patriots among the people stood up to serve the country and revitalize the nation. At this time, the patriotism of all patriots is far from comparable to Zhang Jun's real world. To be honest, they can really be said to have blood and sweat for the nation and sacrifice their lives for the revitalization of the entire nation. If it were Zhang Jun's time 100 years later, someone claimed that they would sacrifice themselves for the nation, then there would be a title - Zhong Er.

"Master Huo is polite, saying that Master Huo is absolutely worthy of being a master. Martial arts are not only martial arts, but also a kind of martial arts. The most powerful hero is to serve the country and the people. Master Huo is worthy of being the best in Kyoto." Zhang Jun said solemnly with a fist and half-grabbing.

"Forget it, I won't talk about these." Huo Yuanjia waved his big hand, his face heavy, and he didn't seem to want to mention these things. Instead, he asked Zhang Jun and said, "Your body seems to be injured by a sharp blade. If I guess correctly, then you should be an international student."

"Ah!?" Zhang Jun's surprised look made Huo Yuanjia smile slightly, and then he thought he was guessing: "In today's world, there are many international students like you who no longer have hair, and your tone is like someone who has been abroad and is not bad at age, so he guessed that you are an international student."

"Oh! So that's it. I am indeed an international student." Zhang Jun admitted according to his words, but at the same time he kept thinking and perfecting his ideas. "Hey! Actually, I was an international student at the University of Cambridge, England, but on the way back, I was stolen from my luggage. Later, I finally came here to visit my relatives but found that my relatives had lost contact. The address was at the Japanese martial arts dojo, and I was beaten because of this injury."

"What? These Japanese Japanese are so hateful. Master, should we teach them a lesson?" A strong young man next to Huo Yuanjia looked angry and stood up for Zhang Jun. This time, Zhang Jun felt a little embarrassed. After all, he had deceived them, but they had to bear such a disaster for him.

However, Huo Yuanjia raised his arm and stopped the words of his apprentice next to him, then frowned and turned to Zhang Jun and said, "Since you have no place to live and are penniless, why not live in the martial arts hall for the time being. Would you like it?"

This made Zhang Jun beg for it. When he was sleepy, he gave him a pillow. Zhang Jun hurriedly said, "I'm so disrespectful. Thank you Master Huo."

"Okay, you can rest well. You have lost a lot of blood and need a good rest to not disturb you. By the way, I don't know your name yet." Huo Yuanjia turned around and smiled.

"My name is Zhang Jun, Gong Chang Zhang, Junxiu Jun."

"Then take a good rest!" Huo Yuanjia's last voice echoed in Zhang Jun's ears with the sound of closing the door. Zhang Jun still felt like he was still in a dream. He pinched himself secretly and found that he still felt pain, um! It didn't seem like he was dreaming.
Chapter completed!