Fist of Legend

In the dim light, on a sweltering summer evening with no breeze, the air conditioner, powered by commercial electricity, hummed in the room.

Yang Xuan had finally chosen the world of "Fist of Legend." For people of Yang Xuan's generation, watching this movie back then, they all felt the protagonist and villains had incredible martial arts skills, and they respected Chen Zhen's resistance against invaders. Jet Li was 31 years old when he filmed this movie, but he looked so young.

The movie's plot should be set around 1914, in Shanghai. If he went there now, he'd probably be staying for a while. "System, can my time control be improved now?" Yang Xuan thought silently.

"Host, your mental power has now broken through the limits of ordinary people. Time control has changed from 1:100 to 1:500," the System said.

"That's great, then I need to start preparing some things now, after all, I'll be staying there for quite some time." Yang Xuan rubbed his hands together.

On the floor where Yang Xuan's company was located, there were three companies besides his own, which sold fur. There was also one that sold artistic watches. They were very good-looking, but they weren't sold at a high price. To put it bluntly, they were ordinary watches with good exteriors.

After all, they were on the same floor, and he would greet their employees when he encountered them. Over time, they got to know each other a bit. Yang Xuan spent 1000 yuan to buy 20 of the lowest-grade watches. Then, he did a big grocery shopping, buying cigarettes, drinks, snacks, and compressed biscuits, just in case. After all, this world was more dangerous than the last one.

With a wave of his hand, everything was stored in his spatial storage.

3... 2... 1... Travel. Yang Xuan's vision suddenly went black.

When he opened his eyes again, his surroundings had completely changed. Fortunately, he was in a small alley, so it wouldn't be too shocking.

Because in the last world, at most, he saw a lawn and the surrounding tall buildings. Now the environment had completely changed, and it was during World War I. To say Yang Xuan wasn't nervous would be a lie. He forced himself to remain calm and walked out of the alley, seeing a decent commercial street.

The environment here had the style of Shanghai from TV dramas. There were almost no tall buildings; all he saw were bungalows, with the tallest being small foreign-style houses of only 3-4 stories.

Most people around had sallow complexions and wore rather worn or patched clothes, with styles very similar to the Republic of China era.

The first thing to consider now was money. After asking around, he found that there were quite a few pawnshops in Shanghai in 1914. There was basically one every few blocks.

This one looked good. Yang Xuan looked at a shop with an antique decoration, with customers coming and going.

It was his first time going to a pawnshop, and he was a little curious.

Yang Xuan walked up to a counter and said to the shop assistant inside, "Friend, could you take a look at this watch? How much can I pawn it for?"

The assistant, who seemed to be organizing things, adjusted his glasses and spoke without much interest. As he looked, he became more and more impressed, and his impatient expression gradually disappeared.

"Customer, will you be pawning this watch for a fixed term or a perpetual term?" the assistant asked seriously.

Yang Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Perpetual term. If the price is high, I have 15 more."

The assistant was surprised. Such exquisitely crafted watches weren't just one? Pawnshops often had good items coming and going, and the assistant was a discerning person. If the quantity was large, it was no longer something he could decide.

"Customer, please wait a moment. Your quantity is a bit large, I'll inform the shopkeeper." The assistant said with a lack of confidence.

It only took a few minutes. A middle-aged man wearing a Republic of China-era hat and glasses, with a pointed face and a small mustache, came out from the inner hall. It was obvious that this was the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper tentatively said, "Customer, we have already looked at your watches, and the quantity is quite large. I'll decide on 100 silver yuan each. What do you think?" Yang Xuan agreed without even considering it.

The purchasing power of one silver yuan in Shanghai in 1914 was equivalent to about 100 yuan in the main world. Selling a watch for 100 silver yuan each was equivalent to selling a watch bought for 50 RMB for 10,000 RMB.

Yang Xuan wasn't stupid. He could return to the main world anytime. If he ran out of silver yuan, he could go back and buy more. Moreover, he could also use silver yuan to buy some antiques to bring back. Even if he didn't buy antiques, silver yuan itself could fetch a good price in the main world.

Now that he had money, he should go to the Jingwu School first. He needed to buy some gifts to show his sincerity when seeking apprenticeship.

He bought things all the way. The items were really cheap. He also needed to buy a backpack, otherwise, if all his things were discovered in the spatial storage, it wouldn't be good. Since he was here, he might as well experience riding a rickshaw, hehe.

"Master, to the Jingwu School." Yang Xuan hailed a rickshaw casually.

It had to be said that with money, even if he caused trouble in a strange place, it wouldn't affect his real life. Yang Xuan's personality, which had been gradually smoothed out by the main world, was slowly revealing itself.

He finally arrived. Fortunately, the teleportation was reliable, and it wasn't too far. Jingwu School. Looking at the calligraphy on the plaque, it was said to be written by the grandmaster Huo Yuanjia himself. However, it was now covered with white cloth, indicating that someone in this place had passed away.

At this point in time, it was probably when Chen Zhen had just returned and happened to encounter someone coming to challenge them.

It was indeed Master Ni, taking advantage of Huo Yuanjia's death to come to the Jingwu School to challenge them, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

No way, they lost faster than in the TV series. Ting'en was quite capable.

Chen Zhen was currently paying respects to his master. It wasn't a good time to seek apprenticeship at this moment; the timing was wrong, which was a headache.

While Yang Xuan was figuring things out, Chen Zhen came out from inside with red eyes, probably going to cause trouble for the Hongkou Dojo.

Damn it, why is seeking apprenticeship so troublesome? How about I apprentice under Huo Ting'en? Anyway, both of them were much stronger than him.

Now, he didn't know whether to leave or stay. At this moment, an uncle around 50 years old, carrying a stick-like object, walked into the Jingwu School. He walked with a powerful stride, and his eyes flashed with sharp light. Just looking at him, you knew he was not simple.

Sun Jinong and Huo Ting'en, who were planning to follow him to the Hongkou Dojo, came out and saw the elderly man. They were stunned and stepped forward, cupping their fists. "Brother Tongcheng, you're here! Old Si Huo has already passed away."

The elderly man said nothing and walked to the memorial tablet. He neither knelt nor bowed, but cupped his fists and bowed slightly.

At this moment, the elderly man spoke, "I had many pleasant conversations with Brother Junqing back then. I never expected that after parting ways, we would be separated by life and death. I admired Junqing for his character and his martial arts cultivation."

Ten thousand Cao Ni Ma ran through Yang Xuan's mind. How could he seek apprenticeship like this? If this kind of pleasantry continued, there would be no end. Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, ran to Huo Yuanjia's memorial tablet, and kowtowed three times.

Everyone stared at Yang Xuan in a daze. In this awkward moment, Sun Jinong directly asked, "Young man, who are you? We don't know you. Why are you giving such a big gift?"

Yang Xuan said seriously, "Great Hero Huo died fighting the Japanese. For such a national hero, even prostrating oneself five times would not be excessive. I intend to abandon literature for martial arts and do something for the nation and country."

Before Sun Jinong could speak again, the elderly man had already said, "Good, young man, well done."

Yang Xuan said, "As the saying goes, the rise and fall of a nation are the responsibility of every common man. I intend to study martial arts at the Jingwu School and serve the country."

Huo Ting'en stepped forward at this moment and said, "My father just died, Chen Zhen has returned from studying abroad, and my father's funeral matters are not entirely finished yet. Seeking apprenticeship might have to wait a while."

"How about this, it's not exactly seeking apprenticeship. I'll be staying here for a few days anyway, and I can also see if you have the potential to practice martial arts," the elderly man said.

"May I ask your name?" Yang Xuan asked politely.

"This old man is Li Shuwen," the elder said with full confidence.

Li Shuwen? Li Shuwen!!!