That night they left Xiangtan City and rested at an inn in Heling. This is a bustling town with a large population. Du Qing was thinking about what had happened in the past few days and couldn't sleep because he was tossing and turning in bed. The cool moonlight splashed into the house along the window lattice, and the autumn wind whistled across the mosquito screen window. Du Qing felt that his fate was really unpredictable. He doesn't like reading to school. He likes to fight in the street. Fortunately, he is strong and his family is rich. His parents worried that he would waste his time, so they sent him to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts. Eight years later, after learning Shaolin Kung Fu well, he went to Shanghai to make a living and accidentally joined the Qing Gang. Later, he w

