Chapter 382

Jinling.

This is a famous historical city. Over the past few hundred years, many people have experienced ups and downs in it. Jinling people are also one of the people who love history and culture most. Tourists also like to come to this city and experience the past here.

Often most tourists come here, there will be a place to punch in.

Jinling National Art Museum.

It records an important event in history. The burialer has a spirit for later generations to observe.

Here it is.

A tall and beautiful tour guide, wearing sunglasses, is introducing the first floor of the exhibition paintings to the tourists.

She said with a proud tone:

"Chinese martial arts has developed for thousands of years in our country. Looking at the past, the present and the future, Chinese martial arts has changed from the original meaning of expedition to the meaning of protection, and its spiritual meaning has been recognized by more and more people. It has the same meaning in Jinling, which is to protect the home, protect the family, and transform fists and weapons from violence to warmth A group of people, such spirit. "

"I'm Zhao Yanran, your Taoist friend. The place under our feet is one of the most significant scenic spots in Jinling. I believe you have seen that around us, there are many old photos, some old objects, weapons representing the history of Chinese culture, and so on!"

"Now, let's give you a free time to take photos."

That's all.

Many tourists have excited eyes.

Among them, there is an ordinary young man who is not conspicuous in the crowd. He is Wang Ming who came from afar!

I came to Jinling.

Wang Ming didn't inspire the masses, he just came here alone.

No one around knows why Wang Ming came to Jinling first.

Only Wang Ming knows how important this trip is for him!

Along the way.

Standing in the crowd, he seldom spoke, but he listened carefully to the people around him about the biographies of the Chinese figures in Jinling.

Now.

With this time to relax.

Wang Ming is also willing to enjoy his surroundings freely.

Those old photos, as well as the weapons used to be, are full of the wind and frost of time. These precious historical relics still shine with the wisdom and spirit that future generations will look forward to today.

He walked and stopped, and occasionally even put his hand on the glass display cabinet to feel the emotion of the cultural relics inside.

It's nothing ordinary with the enjoyment of the people around you.

Wang Ming integrated himself into this environment.

At this time.

A pleasant voice rang out:

"Sir, along the way, I found that you are very different from other tourists."

Wang Ming looked up and said with a smile:

"what's the matter?"

It turned out that the other party was the tour guide just now, Zhao Yanran.

At this time, she looked at Wang Ming with pure appreciation.

After Wang Ming responded, Zhao Yanran also said with a smile:

"you have a kind of inexplicable attraction, which is not in line with your age. You are calm, elegant and steady. I don't know if I will make you feel frivolous, but I can't suppress my description of you at this moment. Maybe you have an extraordinary past that ordinary people can't match."

Wang Ming this time looked at Zhao Yanran's eyes a little surprised.

He didn't expect that Zhao Yanran was young, but her eyes were so fierce, but he didn't accept it completely, just said:

"maybe it's because I like to watch these histories. These histories can actually move to the present in my mind, and I can also resonate with the feelings of the characters at that time, which makes me have a subtle feeling."

Zhao Yanran brightened her eyes and said:

"I hope you can have a satisfactory return in this line of business."

Wang Ming nodded and said calmly:

"there must be. This is the largest Chinese Martial Arts Museum in Jinling, with a lot of historical thoughts that I yearn for."

Zhao Yanran is just going to say something.

There are already many tourists ready to wait and see in a deeper place.

She immediately said to Wang Ming:

"I think it's almost the same. We all have to go. Shall we go together?"

Wang Ming said:

"I'll follow you."

Zhao Yanran nodded, then went to the middle of the crowd, clapped her hands and said:

"my team, friends, come together, everyone has finished watching, we are going to the next venue."

After that.

A lot of people gathered around.

Wang Ming followed.

Zhao Yanran here also said to everyone:

"this floor is just our normal exhibition, including the introduction to the 108 generals of Jinling martial arts. Next, I'd like to take you to a deeper place of humanity, where the historical heroes are buried."Finally.

Zhao Yanran's voice became low and serious.

People have also been infected, no longer say.

At this time, Zhao Yanran saw that it was almost the right time, so she turned around and took them to a deeper level.

This time, however, it doesn't go in.

The sun is shining.

So many people have a glare, but they soon realized that here, some different!

Outdoor cemetery!

No one thought that this excess was such an unexpected place.

There are many tall stone tablets, which are engraved with blood colored words, conveying the great spirit of those people in those years!

The whole atmosphere also appears extremely serious and solemn!

Wang Ming came here with the flow of people, and also felt the breath here. It was so heavy that it made people feel stuffy, but it also had the spirit of worshiping later generations!

Zhao Yanran said in a hoarse voice:

"in that special era, a large number of Chinese talents emerged, some of them worked for the country, some for the people! At that time, a big event shaking the world was gambling! Jinling talent out, and Fusang fight

"The heroic spirits of 108 people are buried here. They dare to be the first, sacrifice themselves, light up the dark sky of history, let our inland resound the clarion call of change in all directions, and let everyone have a new mental outlook."

That's all.

Zhao Yanran knows that it is difficult to express her feelings in words. She goes step by step!

As he walked, he pointed to a stone tablet and introduced it one by one:

"this is a great master of white crane palm, Mr. Song fanxin. He won two games with the samurai family from Fusang army, but he was killed by the samurai family from Fusang army. Before he died, song fanxin didn't even ask for mercy. He died four years ago Twelve years old

"This is a great master of chaquan in the north. His name is Ye Weixing. Like Mr. Song fanxin, he took part in the amazing gambling fight and won three games in a row. But in the end, he was killed by Fusang people in a wheel fight!"

“……”

"According to historical records, on that day, the blood stained blue sky, Fusang Hanoi Genji family, Beiyuan family, tianhuangyimai, yinyangshi family, and all the major plutocrats were shocked by Jinling's bravery and sacrifice. So far, they dare not underestimate the inland national skills any more! It's the turning point of our victory