Chapter 50 Chapter 50 Fu Wangfu's Flying Spear Still Calm

When Zhang San saw the young man being surrounded and beaten by the police, he was so furious that he rushed over like a shooting star, knocked lightly with two birdcages, and the two policemen were knocked aside. Zhang San kicked one, and kicked the other two into the air. The policeman then pinched the young man's hand with his elbow, and quickly turned into the overflowing alley. The young man ran with Zhang San, panting; seeing that no one was chasing him, Zhang San took the young man to his home.Mrs. Zhang asked why, and quickly bandaged the young man's wound.The young man said: "Thank you", and sighed: "The hardworking people in China are good." His eyes fell on a poster on the wall, which was written by Luo Yinggong to Zhang San. "Three" are four big characters in running script.The young man's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Are you Mr. Zhang San, a well-known martial artist in the capital?"

Zhang San smiled and said: "It's not famous, but I drank a little too much." "No wonder you beat the policeman to pieces just now." Zhang San took a big puff of cigarette and said, "You students are the ones who are admirable. You burned the Zhao family building, beat up the traitors, and shouted the slogans that have been suppressed in people's hearts for thousands of years. It's really joyful. It's really China. People are elated!" The young man said with emotion: "Mr. Zhang San's martial arts and character are well-known all over the world. Martial artists' skills can keep fit, defend themselves, and defend against enemies. It is a wonder in the history of Chinese civilization for thousands of years. The wisdom of the nation. Mr. Yan Yuan, a scholar in the Qing Dynasty, said, "If you move your body, you will be strong; if you move your family, you will be strong; Sweeping away the bad luck of the "sick man of East Asia", he has repeatedly won foreign fighters and strengthened our country. Jinmen hero Huo Yuanjia has repeatedly defeated Russian, British and Japanese strongmen. Accepting strongmen from all over the world, although they have copper skin and iron bones, they have nothing to worry about'. It really grows my Chinese ambition! Mr. Sun Yat-sen once personally inscribed the plaque for the Jingwu Sports Club founded by Huo Yuanjia, writing the four characters of "Spirit of Martial Arts". How many masters of martial arts sacrificed their precious lives for the defense of the country. Cheng Yanhua, a master of gossip palm, sacrificed heroically in the Huashi of Beijing, fighting against the Allied Forces of the Eight Nations; The sport is the testimony of hundreds of thousands of martial arts fighters in China fighting against foreign invaders..." The young man became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes lit up.Zhang San was fascinated by hearing this, his eyes widened, filled with eager anticipation.

The youth changed the topic: "But martial arts can't save China. There are many martial arts masters in the history who went all over the rivers and lakes, donated money, fought against injustice, helped the weak and the poor, but none of them could save China. Only Marxism and socialism can save China! Only by awakening the people and overthrowing the dark rule with violence can the working people in China be completely liberated!" Zhang San heard this, and muttered to himself: "What is Marxism and socialism?" The young man said: "It is the poor. The truth of turning over and being liberated is a sharp sword to kill the old society!" Zhang San asked: "Is it a sword used by a martial artist?" The young man smiled and shook his head: "Marxism is the truth, and the Russian people are following Marxism. Under the guidance of the proletarian revolutionary mentor Lenin, the dark rule was overthrown, and a country where the poor were the masters was established. Russia is also called the Soviet Union. In the Soviet Union, everyone has a job and land, and no one bullies anyone. , no one oppresses anyone, everyone lives an equal and happy life..." Zhang San was immersed in great joy, and said: "It would be great if China could do the same..." The young man took a sip of water and said : "The action of more than 3,000 students burning Zhaojialou this time will definitely write a glorious page in the history of the Chinese nation. Although some students shed blood, were arrested, and even died, it will wake up more people. It will be announced to the whole world: the sleeping lion in the east has woken up! It has roared! Just look at the future east, it must be a world of red flags!"

In the afternoon, Zhang San went out to inquire and found out that the street had calmed down. According to legend, 31 students had been arrested, and police cars began to clean up the blood on the road. In the evening, Zhang San and his wife dressed the young man as a merchant, and Zhang San took him out and sent him to the West Fourth Pailou.Only then did Zhang San remember to ask his name and address.The young man smiled and told him: "My name is Gao Junyu, and I live in Fu Jen Catholic University. Mr. Zhang San, we will meet later!" Zhang San looked at his slender figure disappearing at the end of Xisi Avenue, and felt indescribable joy in his heart.

But since then, Zhang San has never seen the young man named Gao Junyu again. The 1920s was the most frequent period of warlord melee in Chinese history. The combined forces of Zhang Zuolin and Yang Yuting suffered a disastrous defeat, and soon they were electrified and resigned. Soon, the two factions of Zhi and Feng jointly controlled the Beijing government. All the warlords couldn't sleep well, and they were afraid of the assassin's bullets or hidden weapons in their dreams. They searched their brains to find capable bodyguards.Zhang Sanzhen can be said that "the three armies can win the commander, but the common man can win the ambition!" He was drunk and drunk, no matter which dignitary came to invite him, he would never be able to invite him.

This morning, Zhang San was drinking at the "Big Wine Vat" wine shop in Dongdan.There are only two houses in this wine shop. In front of the door is a high-hanging green cloth wine curtain with white dog's teeth. There is a couplet at the door: "The universe is big in the drunk", "The sun and the moon are long in the pot".There is a large line of wine vats along the counter in the store, several poplar tables, and several benches beside the tables.Most of the people who come to this small wine shop to drink are poor people and coolies. Beijingers call it a "big wine tank".

Zhang San was wearing a coarse gray coat, with a monk's head shaved, pale yellow complexion, and a short white beard. He was drinking booze with a few friends in shabby clothes. A small black car stopped in front of the "Big Wine Vat" wine shop, and an officer and two guards got out of the car and entered the wine shop.The officer walked up to Zhang San and asked respectfully, "Are you Mr. Shouting?" Zhang San squinted his drunken eyes, looked up and down the officer and said, "I don't know you." The officer said: "My surname is Wang, and I am Marshal Wu Peifu's adjutant. Marshal Wu heard that you are excellent in martial arts, so he specially appointed me to invite you to be a martial arts instructor. I have been to your house three times, but you are not here. I finally found this place today... This is Marshal Wu's business card." As he spoke, he handed over a large one-foot-long business card.

Zhang San didn't even look at it, and said: "My old eyes are dim, and I can't read the words clearly. Today you are a handsome braid, tomorrow you are a handsome Yuan, and now you are a handsome Wu. It's like a revolving door. I can't figure out which one of you is." Who. Please take it back!" He tilted his neck, poured down a glass of wine, and greeted his drinking buddies: "Come on, brothers, drink, drink, there is wine in life to be drunk, a drop has never reached Jiuquan!" Adjutant Wang looked embarrassed, but he was not easy to attack. With a wave of his hand, a guard stepped forward, holding a heavy black lacquered square plate in his hand.Adjutant Wang lifted up the yellow silk on the plate, revealing a plate full of foreign money, and said with a smile on his face: "These four hundred dollars are just a little idea of ​​Marshal Wu, please accept it with a smile."

While pouring wine for his friend, Zhang San said: "Hey, it's really a lot of money. It's richer than Yuan Datou. If I don't have this blessing, I will look down on whoever gives me more money. The world is like me. This kind of style is not new, but it is hard to find as poor as I am. I like being poor, and I am so poor. Take your foreign money back, please?" Adjutant Wang held back his temper and said: "Marshal Wu, in order to unify China by force, restore the rule of law of the Republic of China, and recruit heroes from all over the world, this is the time for Mr. Wu to make a difference..."

"Shh..." Zhang San moved closer to Adjutant Wang's ear, pointed to the note on the wall, and read in a low voice, "Don't talk about state affairs!" Adjutant Wang was so angry that his face was on fire, but he still forced a smile, and said: "Your friend Chuck has gone out to serve as a bodyguard for Marshal Zhang Zuolin, and you too..." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Sanyi He patted the table, took off the cigarette pouch from his waist, lit it, got up with a flick of his sleeves, lifted the birdcage next to the seat, and muttered in his mouth: "It's true, even a sip of plain wine is not allowed..." Shaking, raising his head and go.

Because the "arm sage" Chuck was working as a bodyguard for Zhang Zuolin, Zhang Zuolin's chief counselor Yang Yuting also wanted to hire a famous person as a bodyguard. Someone introduced Zhang San and said why Zhang San refused to "come out of the mountain".Yang Yuting thought for a while and said to the leader of Ma Bian: "You just say that I asked him something, if I didn't ask him to be a bodyguard, I don't believe that he has evil skills!" The leader of Ma Bian brought four Ma Bian to find Zhang San at the Ruixinglong Teahouse in the downtown area, and Zhang San and them came to the Marshal's Mansion in Chaoyangmen Nei Street, the former Prince Fu's Mansion of the Qing Dynasty. Yang Yuting asked Zhang San: "Are you the drunk Zhang San? I heard that your martial arts are very good. What special kung fu do you have?" Zhang San replied: "I only know some rough punches in the countryside, but I can't enter the elegant hall. My martial arts are nothing special, but they are faster than ordinary martial arts." Yang Yuting heard this, and rolled his eyes: "Quick? Can you still be as fast as my pistol?" Zhang San said: "Don't let me see the gun. If I see you, I won't be as fast as I am. If you don't believe me, find someone to stand between us and blow the whistle. We stand on each side about five meters apart. When the whistle sounds , you draw your gun and shoot, and I will accept my fate if I kill him.” Yang Yuting said: "Okay." He immediately asked a horse to stand in the middle and whistle. After the whistle sounded, Yang Yuting drew out his gun and shot. At this time, Zhang San was already behind Yang Yuting, and said: "I am here." , another backhand shot, Zhang San moved to face Yang Yuting.At this time, the two sides laughed at each other, and Yang Yuting said: "Mr. Zhang's kung fu is really good. I invite him to have dinner at the house." Zhang San knew that he would definitely propose to be a bodyguard, so he immediately declined and said: "My child is sick. I want to go back and take care of him." Seeing that he politely declined, Yang Yuting did not force him to stay. When Zhang San returned home, Mrs. Zhang asked him worriedly, "Why did Marshal Yang call you?" Zhang San smiled and said, "It's nothing, Yang Yuting almost shot me dead." Later, Yang Yuting sent someone to bring valuable gifts such as fur coats to Zhang San, but Zhang San politely declined.Li San, the swallow, met him and asked him, "Why didn't you accept what someone gave you?" Zhang San said, "If you want to accept his things, you will have to do things for him in the future. It's better not to accept them. Save a lot of trouble." Suddenly came the news that Zhang San's best friend "Single Sword Li" Li Cunyi died of illness, Zhang San hurried to Zhili Shenzhou to attend Li Cunyi's funeral.The fallen leaves are rustling and the autumn wind is sad. Zhang San is quietly cultivating soil in front of Li Cunyi's tomb.He wept secretly, mourning for this master of martial arts who had struggled in the world for seventy-four years.He thought: Some people are dead, but he is still alive, and some people are alive, but he is actually dead.Mr. Li Cunyi wrote an immortal chapter in the history of Chinese martial arts in order to resist foreign invaders. His death is heavier than Mount Tai, and he will always live in the hearts of the people. Two years later, Zhang San's good friend Luo Yinggong also died of illness in the German Hospital in Dongjiaomin Lane, and his bones were buried in Xishan Magic Residence Garden. This was undoubtedly another heavy blow to Zhang San.Luo Yinggong is one of his best friends in his life. This Guangdong talent studied at Beijing Guangya Academy when he was a child and was a student of Kang Youwei. On the eve of the outbreak of the Boxer Movement, he met Zhang San at the Changdian Temple Fair in Beijing. Friends of wine; Zhang San respects his talent and learning, Luo Yinggong admires Zhang San's personality and martial arts, and gives him a lot of help, Zhang Sanchang sighed: "It is difficult to hear the news in life. Although Luo Yinggong is eighteen years younger than me, we are as close as we are. Siblings." After the Revolution of 1911, Lord Luo Ying, like Wang Jinting, also served in the Beiyang government. After Yuan Shikai became emperor, he resigned angrily. He was not paid, and then indulged in poetry and wine, lingered in the theater, and became close friends in drama with Wang Yaoqing, Mei Lanfang and others. In 1917, when Cheng Yanqiu was 13 years old, his vocal cords were hoarse. During the period when his voice fell, Cheng Yanqiu’s master Rong Diexian signed a contract of 600 yuan a month with the Shanghai Theater, planning to let Cheng Yanqiu perform in Shanghai. If he went south to perform, his throat problem would get worse, so he paid for Cheng Yanqiu to be redeemed from the theater troupe, hired famous teachers to teach him the art, and personally taught Yanqiu how to read and write, and helped Cheng Yanqiu develop his artistic expertise according to his own conditions. ", "The Story of the Pear Blossom", "The Legend of the Red Fu", "The Family of Mandarin Ducks" and other scripts. Zhang San met 20-year-old Cheng Yanqiu in front of the Luo Ying Cemetery in Xishan Huanzhu Garden. Zhang San saw him caressing the coffin and crying bitterly, and wrote an elegiac couplet. The name, given by Mr. Xu? Since then, the Great Wall has lost its support, hurt itself and made children weak, and every time I recite the song made by Bonyan, I have no tears to shake!" After Cheng Yanqiu read it, he cried to death.Zhang San was moved by their teacher-student friendship, and despite being sad, he persuaded Cheng Yanqiu to take care of his health. A month later, Cheng Yanqiu came to Zhang San's house by car, and it happened that Zhang San was out to visit Baye Wan, so Cheng Yanqiu had to go back.In the evening, when Zhang San returned home, when he heard about this incident, he told his sons He Qi, He Ming and the neighbors who came to visit that I had never had a friend who took a car. This word reached Cheng Yanqiu's ears, and he respected this old hero even more. At this time, he had learned Taijiquan and Baguazhang from the famous martial artist Mr. Gao Ziyun, and he had won the essence of Yang School Dajia; Telling about Zhang San's unique skills, he also wholeheartedly wants to learn martial arts from this martial arts master. This time, Cheng Yanqiu parked the car in Dongdan and walked to Zhang San's house. Mrs. Zhang told him that Zhang San went to drink at the Ruixinglong Tavern at the entrance of the downtown area. Seeing that Zhang San is in high spirits and performing stunts.The belly of his fingers and feet are shaped like abacus beads.The man brought two copper coins, he put them together, and rolled his two fingers together to form a cylinder.Zhang San's shoulders were turned back again, and the two shoulder fans were joined together.His feet were upturned and stuck to the front bone again.With a lunge, he turned his head to the right, and his head seemed to grow backwards. Cheng Yanqiu was very surprised, he stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Zhang San, Zhang San said: "Oh, Mr. Cheng is here, please sit down!" Stand aside. Zhang San enjoyed himself, walked out of the store, Cheng Yanqiu hurriedly went to pick up the birdcage hanging on the bamboo pole in front of the store, but he couldn't reach it anyway.Zhang San said: "Don't bother! This is the trick of the shopkeeper!" After finishing speaking, he stretched out his right hand and took the birdcage in his hand, and Cheng Yanqiu quickly took it. It turned out that the shopkeeper saw that Zhang San would hang the birdcage on the bamboo pole every time he came to drink in the shop.The shopkeeper couldn't reach the bamboo pole as tall as a person, but Zhang San, who was about the same stature as him, could easily reach it. So today, the shopkeeper asked the shopkeeper to raise the bamboo pole a few feet higher.I thought to myself: I want to see how you pick your old father and son?Unexpectedly, Zhang San was still the same as usual, he didn't miss his feet, he didn't jump around, and he still picked it up as soon as he stretched out his hand. Cheng Yanqiu hired a rickshaw, asked Zhang San to sit down, and the driver walked towards Zhang Sanyouzhong.Cheng Yanqiu followed closely behind with the birdcage in one hand and the cart in the other.The two came to the room and talked very speculatively.Zhang San admired Cheng Yanqiu's sincerity in learning arts, and because he was a student of his old friend Luo Yinggong, he accepted Cheng Yanqiu as a registered student at that time. In the autumn of the second year, Zhang San came to Taoranting Park alone to relieve his boredom because he missed his late friends Luo Yinggong, Wang Jinting, Li Cunyi and others.The name of Taoranting began in the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. Jiang Zao, a doctor of the Ministry of Industry who was the supervisor of the kiln at that time, built three west halls for him to rest in the Cixi nunnery to the south of the kiln. Huang Jianiang is cooked, and the word "Tao Ran" means "one drunk with you and one Tao Ran", so it is named "Tao Ran Pavilion".Since then, every autumn, many tourists and literati come here to climb high to enjoy the scenery, drink wine and compose poems. Zhang San came to Huludao and walked through Yunhua Building, Qingyin Pavilion and Cibei Nunnery.The gray clouds are slowly moving northward, the sun is dim, and the weather is cold, giving people a feeling of desolation.In the withered woods, birds screamed in panic, and the old ginkgo tree, like a giant umbrella, stood alone by the lake, swaying dead branches and leaves in the cold wind, and sighing. On the hillside, an old goat that couldn't chew anything, stared at Zhang San blankly and expressionlessly. Zhang San raised his head indifferently, and walked towards Jinqiudun in the north of Huludao.There is a square pavilion built on the top of the pier.A new tomb has been built under the northern slope, and a beautiful and slender female student is crying in front of the tomb.The female student was wearing a moon-white cheongsam and a red scarf. The wind was blowing her hair, her beautiful face was stained with tears, and she was holding a volume of manuscripts in her hand. Who is she?Why are you crying so sadly?Those buried under the tomb must be her relatives... Zhang San walked down the hillside and came to the tomb, only to see clearly engraved on the tombstone: "Mr. Gao Junyu's tomb." "Gao Junyu, Gao Junyu..." The name rang in Zhang San's ears like a giant thunder.He is the patriotic youth who participated in the "May 4th" Movement!That scholar with an unforgettable pair of resolute faces! On the tombstone, Zhang San also saw these lines of beautiful small characters: "I am a sword, I am a spark; I wish to live as bright as lightning, and I wish to die as swiftly as a comet..." Zhang San walked up the hillside in despair, and he saw that beside the beautiful lake, in the clumps of woods, the maple leaves had turned dark purple, and then turned from dark purple to fiery red.The red maple is like a blazing torch, held up among the green mountains and green waters, and it brings vitality to this autumn field. He felt the flames in front of his eyes, and suddenly remembered a sentence that the young man named Gao Junyu said: Just look at the future place, it must be the world of Chiqi! ... He thought, that world is not far from now... (End of this article)