Chapter 3: The Young Protagonist

Young man, save me, Wang Hu is a big bad guy

Fang Xiaoyu is merely thirteen years old, still retaining a childlike innocence. At most, he is just one or two years older than the chubby boy, who resembles a mountain of flesh and is not shorter than Fang Xiaoyu.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Fang Xiaoyu has laid an incredibly solid foundation. He has only learned the most basic Luohan Fist, but has not acquired more advanced martial arts.

The little girl has a delicate and extraordinary appearance, with a pair of bright, sparkling eyes that exude an air of elegance, clearly a budding goddess

However, internal martial arts serve as the best foundation for solid skills, refining the self. The strength of the physical body is universally applicable in any realm. Therefore, it is said that Fang Xiaoyu, regardless of the task, practiced diligently in the winter's cold and summer's heat, and within a mere three years, forged an exceptionally robust physique.

Ah, is this not the young master of the Fang family? Just take a look, truly a dragon among men. My daughter has been longing for you with great anticipation...

There is no need to mention that the disappeared profits were certainly secretly siphoned off by Fang De to support the Red Flower Society, although everyone is well aware of this, Fang Xiaoyu simply did not bring it up

Old Tiger Lei scratched his head and called out behind Lei Tingting: "Good girl, why aren't you paying attention to your old man? Harmony is of utmost importance, harmony is of utmost importance..."

Brother Fang, take a look at these Western sunglasses, wearing them is particularly special, yes, just as you said, particularly cool

Old Tiger Lei leaned in, trying to see what was on the scroll in Lei Tingting's hands, but the young girl quickly closed it, let out a soft hum, and turned to leave

Among several children, a chubby boy arrogantly declared: "Lei Tingting, today you will be my little bride, Wang Hu..."

In the blink of an eye, the group of little ones had vanished without a trace, while the approaching chubby figure was heading straight for Fang Xiaoyu

Eight or nine-year-old Lei Tingting let out a soft huff, took a few steps forward, and picked up the scroll that Fang Xiaoyu had dropped on the ground. As she opened the scroll, three characters appeared before her eyes

The obese fingers reached out towards Fang Xiaoyu, who quickly dodged to avoid them. Although this fat man was not skilled in martial arts, his weight was astonishing. Even though Fang Xiaoyu managed to evade, he was still brushed against on the arm, causing the scroll in his hand to fall to the ground.

Fang Xiaoyu, dressed in a blue robe, walked among the crowd, attracting many people who greeted him.

"Go to Shaolin, the martial arts of the world come from Shaolin. This statement is not just a saying; it is time to mention the matters related to Shaolin with Auntie!"

Fang Xiaoyu had no interest in bullying these little ones, so he merely taught them a lesson and then stopped.

As the cold wind blew, Fang Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and assumed a horse stance. Coming from an orphan background, Fang Xiaoyu was undoubtedly more resilient than Fang Shiyu, although his foundation was somewhat lacking

The current Fang Mansion is much more impressive than it was in the past. One could say it is the residence of the time traveler Fang Xiaoyu. Although he may not be able to create any major inventions, he certainly has no trouble with some minor innovations.

Fang Xiaoyu was taken aback upon hearing this, glanced at the fat man, and indeed recognized the impressively memorable Lei Laohu.

The chubby man beside him was not pleased; the bride in their make-believe game was about to be taken away by someone else. The chubby man glared fiercely at Fang Xiaoyu and waved at his group of friends, saying: "Brothers, come and help me fight."

Old Tiger Lei was just about to chase after when a clear and melodious voice rang out: "Father, what are you doing? Why don't you stop?"

Five or six little ones of varying heights, the youngest being at least ten years old, were all shouting as they charged towards Fang Xiaoyu under the leadership of a chubby one

On one hand, it is due to his age; on the other hand, it is also necessary to maintain the direction of the plot. He does not want to throw the entire narrative world into chaos. If it ends up hindering his ability to complete the task, wouldn't that be a disservice to himself

Upon seeing this, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but let out a chuckle, but his laughter attracted the attention of several people. The stout man, upon noticing Fang Xiaoyu, couldn't help but shout at him: "Bastard, what are you laughing at? Hurry up and get lost!"

Having dismissed the respectful servants along the way, a sudden gust of wind struck. Fang Xiaoyu quickly executed an iron bridge maneuver to evade the ambush of the approaching person, simultaneously performing a carp leap to turn over and kicked towards the opponent.

Most importantly, Fang Xiaoyu discovered from Miao Cuihua that the internal martial arts techniques he had been anticipating were merely an illusion. Even Miao Cuihua, a direct descendant of Shaolin, only practiced internal martial arts and had never encountered any internal techniques such as the Nine Yin Manual or the Nine Yang Manual.

Wuwu, Tingting wants to go home, Tingting does not want to be the bride of the big fat man

The book gently tapped against the palm of his hand, and Fang Xiaoyu looked disdainfully at these little creatures, completely unaware of the admiration reflected in the sparkling eyes of the young girl beside him

The little girl looked at Fang Xiaoyu with tear-filled eyes, as if she regarded him as her savior.

In the alley, several children around eight or nine years old were teasing a little girl. The girl was dressed elegantly, indicating that her family background was likely good, but what was most striking was her exquisite features.

Of course, even so, Fang Xiaoyu was not too disappointed; the absence of such miraculous techniques in Fang Shiyu's world did not imply that other worlds lacked them

However, Fang Xiaoyu walked with his head down, yet his heart was tumultuous.

Fang Xiaoyu murmured softly as he made his way back to the Fang residence

Fang Shiyu, Lei Laohu, and Lei Tingting appeared one after another, which instilled an immense sense of urgency in Fang Xiaoyu

In the alley nearby, a youthful voice could be heard, prompting Fang Xiaoyu to turn and look in that direction

As dawn was just breaking, a voice startled Fang Xiaoyu awake; it goes without saying that this voice could only belong to Miao Cuihua.

In eight years, at most just eight years, the plot of the film will unfold, and by then, one must confront the formidable Qing court forces represented by the powerful General E'erdou of the Nine Gates.

You little brat, dare to bully my daughter, see if I, Thunder Tiger, won't beat you to death

The stout Wang Hu got up and pointed at Fang Xiaoyu, saying: "You little brat, have the guts to reveal your name, I have gathered my men..."

According to Fang Xiaoyu's covert observations, nearly half of the Fang family's income has seemingly vanished. If it were not for his clear understanding of Fang De's identity, Fang Xiaoyu would almost suspect that the accountants and managers had colluded to falsify accounts and defraud the Fang family's revenue

Fang Xiaoyu

Wuwu... you are bad, Tingting will no longer play with you...

Through a complete transformation by the system, coupled with the strict supervision of Miao Cuihua, Fang Xiaoyu's horse stance achieved both form and spirit in a short period of time, reaching a level of perfection that even Miao Cuihua praised highly

Fang Xiaoyu smiled slightly upon seeing this, sidestepped to avoid the fat man's reckless charge, and simply lifted his foot to kick him on the leg. Instantly, the fat man let out a cry and rolled out. As for the other little ones, they were even less likely to be a match for Fang Xiaoyu, who had trained diligently for years.

In just a short span of three years, the Fang family's business underwent a significant transformation, becoming a renowned wealthy merchant in Guangzhou, and they even changed their residence to a large mansion

A martial artist may at most possess a strong physique, able to ascend buildings and leap over walls with ease, and can single-handedly contend against a dozen skilled opponents. However, to reach the level of crossing a river on a single reed or plucking leaves while flying, to stand against a thousand with just one, is simply a dream.

With a sudden crash, the little ones, including the chubby Wang Hu, had never seen such a spectacle before, and were immediately startled by the charging big fellow, turning around and running away

However, Fang Xiaoyu did not dare to linger; his physique could not compete with the like of the mountain of flesh that was Old Tiger Lei. Observing Old Tiger Lei's demeanor, it was clear he was not a reasonable person. With a thought, Fang Xiaoyu turned and ran.

With a loud bang, a large, stout man came rushing over, shouting from a distance: "You scoundrel, which brat is bullying my Tingting? Come over here!"

Thinking of the power of the character played by Zhao Wenzhuo, Oerdor, Fang Xiaoyu felt an immense pressure. If he could not defeat Zhao Wenzhuo in the end, it would be better for Fang Xiaoyu to die an old man in this world.

Brother Fang, try this jujube, it is incredibly sweet

That voice was like a sacred decree to Lei Laohu, instantly causing him to stop, slowly turn around, and with great effort display a friendly smile as he said: "Tingting, those bastard kids have all been chased away by your father!"

After years of cultivation, Fang Xiaoyu's body became incredibly flexible. Dressed in a long robe and holding a scroll in his hand, he exuded a completely transformed demeanor, resembling an utterly harmless and refined scholar.

Good girl, what are you looking at? Let your father have a look!

A bucket of cold water was poured over my head, washing away the beads of sweat on my body, while my clothes concealed a physique that could make any woman scream

In just a few moves, Fang Xiaoyu had the little ones crying out loudly after being beaten.

Several women dressed in light and revealing clothing, resembling orioles and swallows, approached with intent, which frightened Fang Xiaoyu into fleeing.

Walking on the streets, the world during the Qianlong period could be considered relatively peaceful, although there were occasional disturbances, it was generally a time of tranquility

Both of you little rascals get up and practice martial arts!

At the moment he saw the little girl, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but be momentarily stunned