The ship went east along the Yellow River and arrived at Wuding Prefecture, before entering the Bohai Sea.

Then go all the way and drive south along the coastline.

It was not until half a month later that I arrived in Shanghai.

As soon as the ship landed, special personnel came to pick him up.

"I didn't expect that the boss was here in person. If I had informed the news earlier, I would go to the front to answer." As soon as I entered the port, the person in charge sent by Longxiang Security Company came to greet him.

The person who came was blonde and blue-eyed, fair-skinned, and wearing a camouflage uniform similar to Jia Shiba, was actually a foreigner.

However, he said that Chinese characters are straight and full of accents are not heard at all.

"Bader, it's so strange that you are willing to move your nest from your old nest." Wu Xuanzhi immediately laughed when he saw the visitor.

The man's name is Badr Saas, and he is from Nordic.

It is also a Class A member of Longxiang Security Company, code name: A 11.

"I haven't had a mission for a long time, and this time I'm just here to relax." Facing Wu Xuanzhi's teasing, Badel smiled and responded calmly.

After chatting for a few words, Badel directed everyone to transport the containers on the ship to the sea ship "Maha".

The ship is 250 feet long, has a speed of 15 and a half knots, and can carry 1,000 tons of cargo. Several turrets have even been modified on the ship, which is enough to withstand many dangers at sea.

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As night falls, one side of the Huangpu River is brightly lit, and the faint light shatters in the water, vaguely reflecting the prosperous world.

Today, Pudong is far from being developed. Looking at the past, it is just a piece of fields and low houses, and you can occasionally see some lights. On the other side of the river, because of the establishment of concessions from various countries here, it is extremely prosperous.

"Puff."

In the sky, a firework bloomed.

Then, as if an agreement was made, fireworks lit up in the dark sky, splendid and moving.

All the street lights on the roads in the concession were lit up, reflecting the fireworks in the sky.

Today is February 10th of the Western calendar, but in the local calendar, today is the New Year.

Wu Xuanzhi traveled outside for several months. When he saw the celebrations all over the city, he suddenly realized that the first year of Xuantong had passed, and now it was the second year of Xuantong.

There will be too many things going on in this year of history.

Wu Xuanzhi entered the city from the wharf, but he disappeared into the concession, and walked all the way to the vicinity of Zhabei.

Compared with the prosperity around the concession, this place seems much more ruinous.

Wherever you see are all low houses. The roads are bumpy and water is everywhere, and the air is filled with a scent of urine.

Occasionally, I looked up and saw the fireworks in the distance, and I felt a little unreal.

It is obviously a festival for Chinese people, but in this place, most Chinese people can only crouch at home, and eating a few bites of rice dumplings is considered to be the New Year. On the contrary, foreigners in the concession took advantage of this day to go shopping and socialize.

I have to say that this is a bit ironic.

Jia Shiba followed Wu Xuanzhi, silent as if a shadow.

Everyone walked forward and finally walked out of this slum-like street. The surrounding area was more spacious and the roads were repaired.

On the edge of the end of the road, there is a small house. Although it looks dilapidated, traces of fine repair can be seen around it.

Wu Xuanzhi stepped forward and knocked on the door.

In a short while, a thin man in his 1930s came to open the door.

This man looked quite loyal and had dark skin, which was no different from ordinary coolie. But seeing his hands were thick and he seemed to have been rooted at all times as he walked, he knew that he was a good kung technician.

The man was about to ask the person who came, but when he saw Wu Xuanzhi, his face showed a look of surprise.

"Chongyou, why are you here?"

"Senior Brother Zhensheng." Wu Xuanzhi clasped his fists. Before he could be polite, the man hugged Wu Xuanzhi and burst into laughter.

"It happened to be the Chinese New Year today, and I met Junior Brother Chongyou. It's so good to have two drinks today. Master must be embarrassed to stop us." As he spoke, he pulled Wu Xuanzhi into the door.

However, while he was acting, the light of his eyes still swept across Jia Shiba's body.

But I was amazed in my heart, but my muscles couldn't help but tense up. What a good man, a natural good material for martial arts practice. Even with brute force, I'm afraid ordinary warriors are not his opponents.

When you enter the gate of the house, there is a huge open space inside. Blue bricks are laid on the ground, and the sunken marks of trampling during practice can be seen on the ground, neat weapon racks are placed around, and all kinds of swords, guns, swords and halberds can be seen.

At the door of the lobby, a middle-aged man in a jacket stood there.

"Disciple Wu Chong has seen his master."

Wu Xuanzhi walked before the man, suddenly bowed to the end, and bowed respectfully.

"I was in the house and heard Zhensheng shouting loudly. I thought it was a bandit. I didn't expect that I was really a little bandit. It seemed that I wouldn't be left with the rice wine that I had hidden for many years." The man's face was a little pale, but he was very energetic. When he saw Wu Xuanzhi, he was still intent on making some jokes.

After four or five years of sight, Wu Xuanzhi was also a little excited when he saw his master again.

Although he was practicing the method of converting the official path, he did not really worship his master in the Taoist dynasty. Most of the reason was that the monks in the official path were all research madmen. After spending some money, he incorporated these people, and then broke them apart and sent them to various laboratories of the Longxiang Security Company.

For those lunatics, they can have enough resources to squander them, let alone Wu Xuanzhi asking them to practice the Dharma, even if they ask them to worship Wu Xuanzhi as their master, they might be willing to do so.

Wu Xuanzhi only worshiped one master in his life, that is the middle-aged man in front of him.

Tianjin hero Huo Yuanjia.

After practicing the General Taoist Dharma, he had not broken through to the realm of inspiration for ten years. It happened that Huo Yuanjia was traveling in the river and passing by Meishan. Wu Xuanzhi became a disciple because of his fame.

He is not a registered disciple, he is a registered disciple. If he is ranked, his time to become a disciple is second only to Liu Zhensheng, and he is considered the second senior brother in the Huo family.

"Okay, it's so good." Huo Yuanjia looked at the disciple in front of him, and his eyes were filled with emotion.

Over the past few days, his old illness has relapsed and he often feels uncomfortable. He is really worried that he may not see his disciples scattered everywhere in his life.

"Let's talk in the house. It happened that I had just made the New Year's Eve dinner and had not moved my chopsticks yet." He called out, and everyone hurried into the house.

The main hall is quite spacious, with more than a dozen people inside.

The oldest one, probably the same as Huo Yuanjia, is the youngest one, but only seven or eight years old.

"Come on, let me introduce you to this person. This person is Wu Xuanzhi. You may not have heard of his name, but he is my second disciple and the senior brother of most of you." Wu Xuanzhi spent most of his years in Sichuan, or went abroad directly. He also kept Huo Yuanjia at home to teach.

He knew none of the other brothers in front of him except for the eldest brother Liu Zhensheng.
Chapter completed!