Jin Cheng is reborn, who says it is not?

Who can accurately say that there must be no rebirth in this world?

Just like no one can tell exactly how fickle this guy in history is!

In 1848, two men and one woman arrived in the United States on the "Wandering Eagle", which was the earliest Chinese to immigrate to the United States.

By 1851, 25,000 Chinese had moved to the United States. These overseas Chinese were doing work that white Americans refused to do in mines, farms, and cigar factories.

In 1880, an economic crisis occurred in the United States, and a large number of white people were unemployed, but Chinese people had jobs, which aroused white people's jealousy and made no excuses for robbing their jobs. As a result, California passed the "Chinese Exclusion Act", allowing Chinese people to move to the East Coast, and then formed Chinatown in 1890.

Chinatown, located in the lower south end of Manhattan, New York City, is just a stone's throw from the city government, and is just a stone's throw from the world-famous international financial center Wall Street, and is also adjacent to Broadway at the World Performing Arts Center.

The superior geographical location makes Chinatown play an important role in New York.

Now it is 2003. New York Chinatown has expanded to more than 40 streets with a population of hundreds of thousands, making it the largest residence and commercial area for overseas Chinese in the Western Hemisphere.

Living here is like living in mainland China. Chinese food is the staple food. There are Chinese news stands at many street intersections. You can hear Chinese radio by car and watch Chinese TV at night.

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At a street intersection, Jin Jingcheng got off the taxi and walked.

There is no way, the street is so crowded that it is difficult to drive in, and few taxi drivers in New York are willing to drive their cars to such places.

Based on the memories and messages in my mind, Jin Jingcheng walked directly to a martial arts hall at the end of the street.

While walking, he did not forget to enjoy the scenery on the street. Although "that Jin Jingcheng" left him with many memories of this, it was the first time he had experienced this environment personally.

It's so good! Most of the streets are covered with black-haired and yellow-skinned Chinese faces.

Nearly one-third of the shops on both sides of the street are restaurants, and there are also some piles of fruits, medicinal materials, seafood and other stalls, and the aunts selling department stores are mixed with eye-catching Chinese signs...

Jin Jingcheng was so familiar with all this. In the familiarity, he naturally felt nostalgic, and also had the pride of being a Chinese in his previous life, especially when he saw a tall red archway standing in the middle of the street. The three big words "Chinatown" were clearly marked on the archway, and a burst of blood surged in his heart.

In this life, his mother is Korean. He grew up in South Korea since childhood and seems to have nothing to do with that country with a history of 5,000 years.

"That Jin Jingcheng" went to the United States to study from South Korea. He is currently a talented doctoral student at New York University. His daily studies are very heavy, but he has some free time now during the summer vacation. However, he is unwilling to waste time, but instead uses this time to learn Chinese Kung Fu from the director of a martial arts school in Chinatown.

The owner of the museum was named Tang and had some real skills. A year ago, by chance, he met Tang's owner. Tang's owner observed his muscles and bones. After learning about his rough background, he took the initiative to propose to be his master. Naturally, he was reluctant to become his master on the spot.

Although he had only learned a year, he had learned some real skills, otherwise he would not have faced more than a dozen cruel speeding parties that night, and he could have created an opportunity for the woman to escape.

"It's like this after only one year of study. If he had to learn two more years, wouldn't he be able to escape that night? In this case, I might not exist now, right?"

"The owner of Tang is really capable. Such a real kung fu master is not much now. However, if you are in a place where there are mixed places like China Street in New York, you won't be very surprised."

Thinking of this, Jin Jingcheng had already walked to the martial arts hall in his target.

The name of the martial arts hall is very ordinary, just like its plaque, it is just an old painted wooden sign hanging from the gate outside a classical Chinese courtyard.

It is said to be a courtyard, but in fact, this courtyard is not big. If it is placed in China, it is roughly equivalent to the area of ​​the merger of two farmer homes in the countryside. But here it is already a relatively luxurious place.

Although Jin Jingcheng is here for the first time, he is not unfamiliar with it.

The gate of the courtyard was half-closed. Standing outside the gate, Jin Jingcheng could hear a faint sound of fighting inside.

After gently pushing open the yard door, Jin Jingcheng walked in and gently covered the yard door from the inside.

In the yard, there were only a few people wearing martial arts uniforms practicing martial arts, which seemed a little ridiculous. When they heard Jin Jingcheng's movement, they turned around and glanced at Jin Jingcheng. After they recognized the person, they were too lazy to pay attention to it.

Jin Jingcheng took the initiative to smile and say hello to them, and walked deep into the yard.

There is a house deep in the yard, and there are two figures in front of the house. One is a middle-aged man with a gentle face, and it is the owner of Tang, who is his master that Jin Jingcheng is looking for. At this time, Tang, the owner of Tang, was observing the martial arts practice of several disciples in the yard.

The other is an old man with gray hair, who must be at least in his seventies. The old man was holding a pair of big scissors and hunched over a small flower pond next to the corridor to trim flowers and plants, looking a little lonely as if the sunset was setting.

"That Jin Jingcheng" was not familiar with this old man, only knowing that he seemed to be an old servant in the martial arts hall, with his surname Ji. Every time he wanted to say hello to Old Man Ji, he was deliberately ignored and avoided by Old Man Ji. Old Man Ji never even looked at him a few times.

And now, when Jin Jingcheng walked towards the owner of the Tang Pavilion, Old Man Ji in the flower pond suddenly turned around and stared at him, which made him feel a little confused, but he still greeted him gently.

"You are here." The owner of the Tang Pavilion greeted Jin Jingcheng.

"Master." Jin Jingcheng shouted respectfully, but he felt a little nervous inside.

This time he came to the Tang Martial Arts Hall not just to continue the life of "that Jin Jingcheng", but also to be selfish.

He wanted to learn real kung fu. His tragic death in his previous life made him deeply realize that it is a matter of security and pride that a person has some skills, and it is also a very meaningful thing. He is unwilling to repeat the same mistakes. Moreover, based on his future life plans, there are probably something that needs to be used.

In addition, he also wanted to test it out to see if the owner of Tang could see his flaws and recognize that he was no longer "that Jin Jingcheng". "that Jin Jingcheng" had a bit of aloof personality. There were not many people who had close contact on weekdays. The owner of Tang was one. If even the owner of Tang could not recognize it, Jin Jingcheng would think that he could do it smoothly.

Fortunately, after a while, the owner of Tang failed to find the flaw. In fact, this is natural. Rebirth is too magical. Even if the owner of Tang is a master, it is difficult to understand.

Jin Jingcheng, who relaxed, took the initiative to say, "Master, I had an accident half a month ago. I was injured and stayed in the hospital for half a month, so I was unable to come to the martial arts hall during this period."

The owner of the Tang Pavilion was puzzled: "What happened?"

Jin Jingcheng immediately told the story of himself being stabbed by a speeding party with a knife.

After hearing this, the owner of the Tang Pavilion said, "You haven't practiced martial arts for a long time. If you practice for a few more years, you will not be able to miraculously deal with more than a dozen speeding parties at once, but you can have the ability to escape."

Jin Jingcheng hurriedly said, "Yes, so from now on, I will work harder to learn martial arts from my master."

The owner of the Tang Pavilion smiled with satisfaction: "It's not enough to work hard, you have to pay attention to some skills. Well, Chinese Kung Fu is profound, your Kung Fu is too thin, and I believe you don't have much time to study this in the future. Why not do this? You have a specialized career. From now on, in addition to some basic physical training, you will also mainly learn a kung Fu skill."

Jin Jingcheng was secretly happy inside, and he also had this idea. Indeed, he had a lot of plans for this freshman, and it was impossible to spend too much time and energy to study the way of kung fu. What he wanted was not to become a master of kung fu. To put it simply, he wanted to quickly increase his martial arts value so that his personal safety would not be easily hurt by others.

"What does Master want me to learn?" Jin Jingcheng asked.

The owner of the Tang Pavilion seemed to have been thinking about this, so he turned around and walked into the residence to get things.

Taking advantage of this gap, Old Man Ji, who had been silently pruning flowers and plants nearby, suddenly turned around and asked Jin Jingcheng: "What month is your birthday?"

Jin Jingcheng was a little confused. On the one hand, he didn't know why Old Man Ji, who was lonely and indifferent on weekdays, suddenly asked him this question. On the other hand, he was born in summer in his previous life, and the body occupied in this life was born in the autumn of October.

Kim Jingcheng responded: "October."

Old man Ji was stunned for a moment, then turned around again, and ignored Jin Jingcheng, which made Jin Jingcheng even more puzzled.

At this time, the owner of the Tang Pavilion walked out of the residence and handed a small package to Jin Jingcheng.

Jin Jingcheng was puzzled: "What is this?"

The owner of the Tang Pavilion smiled and said, "You will know after reading it."

Jin Jingcheng opened the package, glanced at it, and looked surprised: "Master asked me to learn this?"

The owner of the Tang Pavilion said: "This is the most suitable for you."

After a pause, the owner of the Tang Pavilion suddenly solemnly reminded: "But remember to practice it, be self-defense first, be cautious when attacking!"

Jin Jingcheng understood that the "main attack" here refers to active attack.

Jin Jingcheng nodded. He had an inexplicable sense of trust in the owner of Tang, which may have been inherited by "that Jin Jingcheng".

Jin Jingcheng immediately wanted to return the small package to the owner of Tang, but was stopped by the latter. The owner of Tang said, "This hand was passed down by my ancestors. Please take it away. It can be regarded as a gift from me to you, the disciple."

Jin Jingcheng did not refuse anymore and silently remembered this kindness.

"You have just recovered from a serious illness, so you can rest for a few more days, adjust and then get back on track, and go to the martial arts hall to practice martial arts when you have time." The owner of the Tang Pavilion said with concern.

Jin Jingcheng nodded, then walked out of the martial arts hall, and the owner of the Tang Hall was busy again.

What Jin Jingcheng didn't know was that when he walked out of the martial arts hall, the inconspicuous old man Ji in the flower pond quietly stared at his back and muttered softly: "It's clearly an agitation summer, how come it's autumn? Alas, it's a turbulent autumn!"
Chapter completed!