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In popular culture

Main article: Media about Zhou Tong

Zhou has appeared in various types of media; including black and white films, wuxia novels, and folktales. Actors who have portrayed Zhou include Wong Sau Nin, Li Ming, and Jing Ci Bo, who starred along side a ten year old Sammo Hung playing young Yue Fei. Veteran martial arts actor Yu Cheng Hui, who played the villain in Jet Li’s Shaolin Temple, stated in an interview about his most recent role in Seven Swords that he never shaved his trademark beard because he wanted to portray Zhou in a future film. He goes on to say, "

He namely appears in material dealing with Yue Fei, but also in media about his other students and even his own fictional biography and comic book.

"I am want to develop a legendary character - Zhou Dong. Has a generation of master boxer which the history records, person ' Shaanxi chivalrous person iron arm Zhou Dong ', is Mr./Mrs. Yue Fei's. He is an outstandingly able person, stretches across the Northern Song Dynasty Southern Song Dynasty two dynasty, the very many All Men Are Brothers real men all are his disciple. This person is very important in the martial arts, the very many movies people all want to pat this person."

Then he speaks tirelessly hard留胡子reasons. "I think my a legend - Zhou Tong. History records a generation Boxer is known as the 'Shaanxi大侠iron arm Zhou Tong', is Yue Fei teachers. He is a奇人, two Southern Song Dynasty across the Northern Song dynasty, many Water Margin Heroes are his disciples. This figure in武术界very important Many people wants to make this film personalities. "

Gladiator quote

"Overcome by a desire to think more about this giants’ scheme, he avoided Hardin. In the siesta hour he went back to his tent and procured the books wherein his father had written the second secret of life. He crammed them into his pocket and broke through the jungle. When he was beyond sight and sound, he dropped his machete and made his way as none but he could do. With his body he cut a swath toward the mountains and emerged from the green veil on to the bare rocks, panting and hot. Upward he climbed until he had gained the summit. To the west were strewn the frozen billows of the range. To the east a limitless sea of verdure. At his feet the ruins in neat miniature, like a model. Above, scalding sun and blue sky. Around him a wind, strangely chill. And silence.

He sat with his head on his hands until his thoughts were disturbed. A humid breath had risen sluggishly from the jungle floor. The sun was dull. Looking toward the horizon, he could see a black cloud. For an instant he was frightened, the transformation had been so gigantic and so soundless. He knew a sudden urgent impulse to go back to the valley. He disobeyed it and watched the coming of the storm. The first rapier of lightning through the bowels of the approaching cloud warned him again. Staunchly he stood. He had come there to think.

“I must go back—and begin this work,” he told himself. “I have found a friend!” The cloud was descending. Thunder ruminated in heaven's garret. “It is folly,” he repeated, “folly, folly, folly in the face of God.” Now the sun went out like an extinguished lamp, and the horizon crept closer. A curtain of torrential rain was lowered in the north. “They will make the earth beautiful,” he said, and ever and again: “This thing is not beautiful. It is wrong.” His agitation increased rapidly. The cloud was closing on the mountain like a huge hand. The muscles in his legs quivered.

“If there were only a God,” he whispered, “what a prayer I would make!” Then the wind came like a visible thing, pushing its fingers over the vegetation below, and whirling up the mountain, laden with dust. After the wind, the rain—heavy, roaring rain that fell, not in separate drops, but in thick streams. The lightning was incessant. It illuminated remote, white−topped peaks, which, in the fury of the storm, appeared to be swaying. It split clouds apart, and the hurricane healed the rents. All lights went out. The world was wrapped in darkness.

Hugo clutched his precious books in the remnants of his clothing and braced himself on the bare rock. His voice roared back into the storm the sounds it gave. He flung one hand upward.

"Now—God—oh, God—if there be a God—tell me! Can I defy you? Can I defy your world? Is this your will? Or are You, like all mankind, impotent? Oh, God!" He put his hand to his mouth and called for God like a name into the tumult above. Madness was upon him and the bitter irony with which his blood ran black was within him.

A bolt of lightning stabbed earthward. It struck Hugo, outlining him in fire. His hand slipped away from his mouth. His voice was quenched. He fell to the ground." (pp. 186-187)

Crusader research

Despite popular belief, not all Jews were killed during the siege. In 1952, Goiten's first major discovery among the Cairo Geniza were two letters written nine months after the siege. The first letter details how the Crusaders