The sky hangs upside down in the deep sea, and the clouds are like the microwaves of the sea.

"When I got home, the sky at home was clearer than in Fuso."

After several days of bumpyness, Li Xiang, whose legs and feet were a little weak, finally stood on the land of his hometown.

Chen Zhen, who was standing aside, simply spoke out bluntly about Li Xiang's feelings.

"The air in Fusang is not good, that's because they have built a large number of factories. So many chimneys discharge exhaust gas into the sky, so the air is definitely not good."

Looking around the scene of people coming and going in front of him, Chen Zhen sighed, "Although the air here is good, there is no factory."

"That's right."

Li Xiang said, "It's not time to do environmental protection yet, so we have to solve the problems first."

In this era of the strong prey on the weak, industry is the bone, the fist, and the physique.

Without industry, you can only be bullied. Play whatever you want.

Without industrialization, you can't even eat a full meal.

Li Xiang's eyes swept over the crowds on the dock with vegetables and eyes blank.

"I really want those who are shouting that they want to go industrialization all day long to come here to experience what it means to live."

If you don’t have industry, you can only let others set prices if you want to consume industrial products.

Either don’t buy it, or people have to give whatever they want.

"Where are you going?"

Li Xiang stopped Chen Zhen, who was getting off the boat and was about to call the rickshaw.

"Return to Jingwumen."

"Wait."

Li Xiang stepped forward and grabbed Chen Zhen, "It's not the time. Are you able to go back as a hero?"

"Meritorious? What kind of credit?"

"Find out the cause of your master's death!"

Li Xiang was a little angry, "I told you before that you have to be a hero and wake up the sleeping people. Now you have to enter the work state and don't be confused again."

Chen Zhen laughed when he said this.

The guy with unknown origin in front of me was thinking about something strange.

"Listen to my arrangement."

Li Xiang waved his hand to greet the rickshaw "Go to the newspaper office first."

"Even if we want to find out the cause of my master's death, we should go to the cemetery. Why do we have to go to the newspaper office?"

"Exposure, attention, traffic! If you want to awaken the Chinese people, you can't be an unsung hero. You have to take the route of a traffic superstar."

Li Xiang stretched out his hand to Chen Zhen, "How much money do you have on you, lend it to me first."

Chen Zhen looked at Li Xiang with a suspicious look and analyzed whether this guy wanted to run away with his own money.

"What do you want money to do?"

"Buy traffic...ah! I mean, you are still a newcomer now and want to ask the newspaper to help promote it. Of course you have to spend money."

"But don't worry, when your traffic goes up, it's time for the newspaper to spend money to come to you."

A group of beggars surrounded him and asked for money.

This profession that has almost disappeared in the modern world is almost everywhere in this era.

Some people are really desperate, but more people are using the identity of beggars to cover up their crimes.

"Your hands are quite long."

He grabbed a guy who put his hand into his pocket, and Li Xiang looked at him with a smile, "What did he touch?"

"gun..."

Li Xiang had no money on him. He had food, clothing, housing and transportation. He only had that Magnum with him.

"Give all the money you have." Li Xiang scolded the beggar, "Otherwise, you will break your hand!"

"I am Brother Sanshui's man. I offended Brother Sanshui and sink you into the river!"

Faced with the threat of the beggar, Li Xiang relaxedly, "I'm so scared."

‘Click!’

"Aowu~~~"

The beggar's arm joint was removed and dislocated by Li Xiang, and his whole arm was shaking irregularly.

"Get out and get the bone-retardation, remember to call your Sanshui brother over next time."

After driving away the beggar, Chen Zhen calmly gave a message here, "You didn't control your strength just now, but it was more about relying on your strength, not your skills."

In the past few days after returning from Fusang, Li Xiang certainly couldn't have been fishing idle on the boat.

With Chen Zhen, a legendary kung fu master, by his side, of course, he has to try every means to learn.

At the beginning, Chen Zhen didn't care.

Because at Li Xiang's age, the best time to practice martial arts has long passed.

Even if he was taught, he had almost no hope of becoming a talent, and at most he was just a fancy air.

But the result surprised Chen Zhen.

Li Xiang's physical fitness, high understanding ability, and quick reaction were all things he had not expected.

At this time, Li Xiang had 10 points in physical fitness, twice that of ordinary people.

Strong physical fitness brings rapid metabolism and cell activity.

As a person in the era of the information explosion, his understanding ability is naturally far beyond that of this era.

It is standard to learn from one example and learn from others. If Chen Zhen doesn’t understand, he can understand it. This is the norm.

As for the nerve reaction ability and strength, I used the Dali Pill before, which brought him unexpected gains, and increased his strength from 12 points to 16 points.

This is not temporary, but the benefits left after using Dali Pills.

He has a neural response ability of three times more than ordinary people. In Chen Zhen's opinion, he is a genius in martial arts practice.

Punching as fast as lightning!

After getting on the rickshaw, Li Xiang asked the cart puller casually, "Now, which martial arts school is the best? Is it the Jingwu Sect?"

The cart puller laughed and said, "The Jingwu Sect was amazing in the past, but now it's not possible. Huo Yuanjia can't even beat Fusang people, and he was beaten to death by others. It's better to go anywhere to practice martial arts than to go to Jingwu Sect."

Li Xiang looked at Chen Zhen in the car ahead.

Although Chen Zhen didn't say anything, Li Xiang could see that his hands holding the edge of the car were already tightly pinching.

Huo Yuanjia not only lost his life, but also lost his reputation.

This is the reputation Huo Yuanjia has created after spending his whole life!

There are many newspapers here in the Magic City, and Li Xiang chose several large-scale publishing companies to visit.

First, he showed Chen Zhen's identity as Huo Yuanjia's apprentice, and then he expressed that Huo Yuanjia was definitely not beaten to death on the ring, but was poisoned to death by the Fusang people.

Huo Yuanjia is very famous in this era, and the failure of the previous stage challenge has not been long since passed, and he is the kind of person who has its own traffic.

Now Li Xiang takes the initiative to invite them to open a coffin and perform an autopsy together, which is completely in line with the effect of newspaper reporters pursuing sensational news.

Several newspapers agreed and sent reporters to follow Li Xiang and the others to Huo Yuanjia's cemetery.

As for the red envelopes received, people say it was a car fee, so don’t be idle.

Chen Zhen roughly understood Li Xiang’s plan.

Now the reputation of Jingwu Sect and Huo Yuanjia has fallen to the extreme because of Huo Yuanjia's defeat and death, and even the kind that even the cart puller looks down on.

With the help of the newspaper, he was happy to see the stigma of Huo Yuanjia and Jingwu Sect.

When we arrived at the cemetery, it was already dark.

Fortunately, there are many people coming, otherwise I would come to the cemetery at night...

Chen Zhen walked forward first and kowtowed hard in front of Huo Yuanjia's tomb.

It is very unlucky to open a coffin in China. It is disrespectful to pay attention to being buried in this place and disturbing ancestors underground.

In other words, we have to clean up the stigma of Huo Yuanjia, otherwise Chen Zhen would never do such a thing.

The hired workers stepped forward, dug up the grave and set up a bracket, and lifted Huo Yuanjia's coffin out of the ground.

"Chen Zhen, what are you doing!"

A large group of people rushed over with torches. The leader was wearing a short-dressed pair of silk texture, with elegant hair and high appearance.

"Tingen, you are here. Where is the doctor?"
To be continued...