martial law

Ok.

you are right.

"Is that what I mean?" Yang Lin scratched his head.

He found that the foreign girl's focus was very problematic.

Now that the country is weak, it doesn't make sense to say anything.

On the contrary, it is my Yang family, which is at a time when it is extremely necessary not to attract attention. At this time, stepping into the vortex and getting involved with the little princess of England will not see the benefit, but the harm.

So, I ignored it, turned around to greet everyone, and was about to leave.

I didn't want to make a move before, and it was just because I didn't want to cause trouble.

However, now that those swordsmen have been killed, if you don't want to provoke them, you will provoke them. If you don't leave this place of right and wrong at this time, will you still want to stay here overnight?

Then, let Xueshou Buchen mobilize his men and surround him again.

Yang Lin didn't want to go through another hard fight.

Even though his strength has grown a lot, he no longer has any fears about facing Bu Chen.

However, after all, this is not in an illusory world, a world where the development of thermal weapons is far from mature.

You can't die and live again.

Of course he won't just fly off the waves at will.

If you want to kill the emperor, you can kill the emperor, and if you kill the prince, you can kill four or five.

There is only one life here, and death is death, and it cannot be repeated again.

Because these modern thermal weapons can easily threaten their own lives when they attack under certain circumstances.

Had to be careful.

Isn't there a saying that says so?

"A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall..."

"Are you afraid?"

"How do you say that?" Yang Lin wondered.

He didn't want to admit it.

But indeed, what Marilyn said was not wrong in essence.

If worrying about scruples is also considered fear.

"If it wasn't for fear, why didn't you dare look into my eyes?"

Marilyn lowered her head slightly, a suspicious blush rose on her face, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head again and said bravely, "In the name of the royal family of the British Empire, I want to hire you as a tutor, and I also want you to protect me for a while, is it possible?"

Well, this chick is not stupid at all.

Not so blunt.

Yang Lin realized that he was a bit misjudged.

In fact, the opponent's calculation is accurate...

Thinking of the excited and eager eyes he saw earlier, he still didn't understand that this Princess Marilyn actually liked his skills, and she wanted to learn.

Not surprising when you think about it.

The seemingly fierce and domineering Kansai swordsman was decapitated without even making a move in his own hands.

Even ordinary people can see the subtlety of that sword technique.

It was Yang Lin who had reached the state of divine power and began to sacrifice the five internal organs to easily display the ice and snow plum blossom of the Five Elements Plum Blossom Knife.

So beautiful, so fast.

When the opponent sees the light of the knife, he has actually been hit by the knife.

The plum blossoms are already in bloom.

Simply stunning.

"This is a family-inherited stunt, and it cannot be passed on to outsiders."

Yang Lin laughed.

He didn't want to say that he didn't want to cause trouble, so he could only politely refuse.

Even the family teacher and the bodyguard's statement were raised.

It can be seen that this little princess is actually a China hand despite her young age.

Know the principle of curve to save the country.

"Teacher, what you said is wrong. Isn't this kind of thinking followed by those stubborn and conservative martial artists? It doesn't fit your identity.

Didn't Master Huo of Fist of Fury also often say that martial arts should not be confined to one family, but must learn from others..."

"Don't call me teacher, I didn't promise anything."

Yang Lin rolled his eyes, and was a little curious, what on earth was this young lady doing in Shanghai, and she even knew Huo Yuanjia.

"Then why don't you learn martial arts from Master Huo, why are you staring at me?"

"He doesn't play as well as you."

Marilyn was so excited about Ai Ai that she finally decided to tell the truth.

It turned out to be the case.

Yang Lin raised his eyebrows.

As a British princess, she must be very popular in Shanghai and China now.

Even if there are many old martial artists, they keep calling foreigners and girls, and their tone is dismissive...

But in fact, as long as the brain is normal, they will not refuse to have a good relationship with such powerful nobles.

Huo Yuanjia of the Fist of Fury, in particular, strives to expand the influence of martial arts, and can compete with strongmen from all over the world.

He wished that foreign aristocrats would come here to learn art.

In this way, it can also stimulate national self-confidence and improve the physical fitness of the people.

Imagine.

Does the martial arts that even foreign princesses have to learn prove that it is strong enough to go to the world, and whether it can be admired by more people?

In later generations, due to the powerful technology of Citigroup in the New World, some people will think that the farts of Citigroup guys are delicious, and the moon there is round and big...much stronger than China.

This is actually a truth, that is, the spread of fame and image...

"I still can't teach you. In China, there is no such thing as a tutor. The emphasis is on being a teacher for one day and being a father for the rest of your life... This skill of housekeeping cannot be taught blindly."

Yang Lin told the truth this time.

Although he is full of martial arts, he relies on illusion to improve.

However, what I have learned is that in the history of China, the most shining flowers in the long river of history are all the hard work of boxing masters all their lives.

You want to learn when you open your mouth with red mouth and white teeth.

Is it that easy?

"I know, I know, I don't know where the master will open a shop to teach apprentices, and I will give a teacher's apprenticeship ceremony at that time, by the way, it seems that I have to kowtow and invite tea, I can do it too."

Are you a China hand?

Yang Lin was speechless.

Look, the other party even knows the ancient etiquette of offering tea and kowtow.

Chapter 063 Trap

"Mary..."

Russell's face darkened as he listened.

Finally the smile could no longer be maintained.

"If you want to talk about fighting skills, you have to look at boxing. Chinese martial arts are soft. If you really fight with boxing masters, it is very difficult to have any chance of winning."

"I know a boxing champion, Johnson, whose fist strength can reach [-] pounds and his leg strength can reach [-] pounds. He can lift a car..."

"Are you talking about the shirtless, bloody, sweaty Johnson?"

Marilyn looked disgusted.

Black lines popped out of Russell's head.

Is this ugly?

Doesn't fighting compare who can defeat the opponent faster and more powerfully?

It's not a beauty pageant, but who is more beautiful?

"I also know a master fencer who can stab flying flies with a sword from ten feet away..."

"But, that's not pretty at all."

Marilyn still shook her head.

She practiced sword stabbing since she was a child, how could she not know how boring and ugly it is to move forward and backward with one sword.

Even if he can stab the opponent faster, it is only because he is stronger and faster than others, and there is no trick at all.

On the other hand, the court sword dance is good-looking, but it has no practicality. It is more like dancing than swordsmanship.

Yang Lin listened comfortably.

Secretly admire foreign girls are still very discerning.

It's really more beautiful than the moves. The most primitive fighting technique in the UK, punching to the flesh, can't compare with the martial arts that exhaust the limits of human joints.

It's better than good-looking, it's not a grade at all.

For example, in the following years, he never saw anyone who was better at fighting than the Kung Fu Emperor.

That is simply the art of strength and beauty!

It's a pity that it's short...

In other words, before kung fu was introduced to the West, Western fighting techniques have always been very straightforward, paying attention to killing with one blow, and wishing to use all their strength with every punch and kick.

It is not as delicate and exquisite as Chinese martial arts.

What about yin deficiency and yang excess, changes in the five elements, moving and dodging, hiding swords and drawing knives...

If someone can perfectly use this fancy useless move into the instinct of killing, choose the essence and get rid of the dross.

Indeed, it can be played both beautifully and practically.

Of course, this is not something that ordinary martial arts practitioners can do.

Ordinary warriors only practice one move until they become old, what they practice is skill, the ability to defend themselves against the enemy.

It's not like the master-level masters, who can pick up the tricks at will, giving people a unique sense of beauty.

Any tricks that seem to be tricks are unexpected coups.

Makes it impossible to guard against.

Marilyn's few words made Russell speechless, and he didn't know how to speak to the bewildered princess.

Just so depressed that he vomited blood secretly.

Several people chatted and said something, Yang Lin was about to turn around and leave.

Whether to teach martial arts or not, whether to save people or not, it just happened at the right time. This princess is quite obsessive, and the young officer next to her is deeply hostile, and he can feel it.

Logically it shouldn't.

Because, no matter what, I have saved them. Even if I don't thank Dade and try to repay them, I won't be hostile.

Could it be that this 30-year-old Caucasian youth is actually courting Princess Marilyn.