Chapter 33 The Ghost of Kanto, the time has arrived

Author: Taixu Old Taoist

Chapter 33 The Ghost of Kanto, the time has arrived

If you don’t look at the things in this world, he will be gone.

It's okay to see!

Gong Er entered the hall for the first time. Although he was curious, he still abides by the rules and looks squinting. He followed Gong Baosen with a bit of a great demeanor.

Because she is no longer the second lady of the Gong family.

According to Gong Baosen, from now on, her only identity can only be Kundao in the Temple of Emperor Wanshou, and perhaps she will have to spend her whole life serving her.

This is how life is. If you get something, you are destined to lose something.

Gong Baosen has his own rules in his family, country and the world. At this point, he no longer talks about marriage or inheritance. Although the things in the Gong family are precious, they are just a grain of dust falling on the ground in front of the gods.

But fortunately, this Emperor Wanshou is not without desires and desires. Whether it is playing in the world or educating sentient beings, he can still see a little human nature when he occasionally comes to his daughter!

The Golden Tower has three floors.

It is not as rough and grand as northern architecture, but southerners pursue exquisite details and require fullness.

The makeup should be meticulously painted, the hair should be combed in a straight line, and even the folds on the clothes should be smoothed out. Even the arrangement of lighting and furniture and the arrangement of lobby stairs are very clear.

There should be no dust on the red paint, and there should be no hair on the ground...

The rules are complicated and Jinlou has achieved the ultimate goal.

It is rumored that every light in the hall is different, every pattern on the window is different, and every woman has different makeup.

In the secret room on the third floor, Gong Er was in a daze and then looked at him curiously.

It feels a bit strange to Jiajing when he gets into a female body.

The Golden Tower is truly magnificent, with bright lights. There is no saying that the lights are turned off, nor the door is closed. When guests come, just go in.

Outside the Jinlou, you can't hear women's shouts in order to make money and attract customers, only laughter, song, and singing.

A few seconds later, Gong Baosen was shocked, turned around and looked at his daughter, then clasped his fists and saluted.

Jiajing nodded slightly and said in a silver bell-like voice: "If you do your thing, just pretend I don't exist."

"Yes, Emperor!"

Gong Baosen went south to Foshan for a great purpose, and he decided at the beginning of the year.

Not long after, famous boxers from Guangdong and important members of the Republic of China gathered in Jinlou.

Gong Baosen sat upright in the main seat, with a big horse golden sword; beside him, Yishui's prominent middle-aged man; behind him was his eldest disciple Ma San, with a deep face; and Jiajing found a good position and looked like a spectator

Looks like

After glanced at the possessed Emperor, then looked at the crowd of people from the Jin Tower and the cheongsam sister who liked to watch the fun. Gong Baosen slowly stretched out a finger and clenched his ears.

Suddenly, the scene became stern.

Then he picked up the folding fan and knocked his palm, and said:

"In my life... I have only become three things. I have merged the Xingyi Gate and the Bagua Gate, took over my senior brother's class, led the Chinese Warrior Association, and joined forces with Tongbei, Cannon Hammer, Tai Chi, Yan Qing and others, including ten others.

Several sects joined, and finally they became Northern Boxers who went south to pass on their skills.”

"In the 18th year of the People's Republic of China, the Guangdong-Guangzhou National Museum was established. Five tigers went to Jiangnan. It was the one that Mr. Li Renchao and I negotiated in this golden building..."

"I'm old, and the newcomer is going to make a comeback."

"My retirement ceremony was held once in the north, and the invitation from the Mengjing Martial Arts Association was held again here. I want to say goodbye to the old buddies and comrades in the south."

"The one who works with me in Northeast China is my eldest disciple - Ma San, and he took over my class."

Ma San was wearing a purple satin robe and a black jacket. He was not tall and thin, with a look like a knife. He raised his hand and arched to the left and right.

"You all have to take care of him."

"I originally wanted to do the last thing, which was to pass on the southern fist and the north, but unfortunately..."

Gong Baosen hesitated for a moment, did not continue, and said, "I think the one who works with me at the retreat ceremony here is a southern boxer."

"Of course, everyone needs to approve it!"

"Pick one!"

The Gong family has no defeat, and this boxer who works with him has become famous regardless of his win or loss.

Gong Baosen didn't care about these false names and even planned to build momentum for the boxer, but Ma San had to stand up.

"If you enter the temple to worship Buddha, you must first enter the mountain gate. If you want to see the true Buddha, you must first pass by my Masan."

When Jiajing left the Jinlou, there was already a fight inside.

On the carriage, Jiajing was sitting in the main seat, Gong Baosen was sitting by the side, driving Lao Jiang, an executioner of the old era, who raised a monkey.

At this time, the monkey shivered and shrank in Lao Jiang's arms, covering his eyes with his claws, and did not even dare to make a scream.

"You have wisdom..."

Jiajing finally spoke: "She is not as good as you."

Gong Er is far inferior to Gong Baosen. Which is the simplest of a master of national arts who came from the old era?

With Jiajing's guidance every day, Gong Er just entered the door through internal strength. Gong Baosen learned casually and had his own insights.

The iron palm, which is integrated into the sixty-four hands of the Bagua, is just a matter of time.

What is a master? This is a master.

The world of "a generation of masters" thought that they could only obtain modern and modern technology to realize the industrialization reform of the Ming Dynasty, but this time, "please ask God to do it", Jiajing felt that he should dig well.

The Ming Dynasty not only needs to achieve industrialization, but also achieve high martial arts!

"I'm old..."

Gong Baosen shook his head with a wry smile. Their era is over! There is no ship that can carry them in the new world...

"That is that you have not yet truly understood the mystery of national martial arts. You can break the void and see that the gods are not destroyed. You can know the way of sincereness before, and the path of national martial arts can actually be done."

"Ming Er" closed his eyes and said, "Take me to meet these masters! My kung fu will be passed down to the world..."

Immediately, a brilliance burst out from Gong Baosen's eyes: "Yes! Emperor!"

On a dark small street in Foshan, an old man with gray hair was sitting in front of the stove to make soup.

The aroma of meat spread in the night. Jiajing sucked the tip of her small nose, and she was a little hungry.

Gong Baosen lifted up his robe and knelt in front of the old man, tears blew out of his eyes: "Senior brother, Baosen is here to see you."

"The Ghost of Guandong" Ding Lianshan immediately stood up and held Gong Baosen's arms: "The northeast is so big, it can't accommodate you. I have to come to Foshan and get up!"

"I'm here to pick you up."

"Go back? Can you go back? The Northeast is now the world of the Japanese. Under the Sun's banner, can I accommodate this ghost?"

Ding Lianshan shook his head slightly, his tone was cold, and he picked up a small spoon, picked up the soup from the iron pot, and put it into his mouth: "It's not the time yet."

"It's very exhausting to stew the soup like this."

"This is not a stewed soup, it is a snake soup."

"Snake soup is a winter dish."

"It's been a dish for decades."

"It's been decades. In 1905, it was the year of the snake. That year did you leave the Northeast."

"Making soup requires the heat. If the heat is not there, it is difficult to adjust. If the heat is over, things will be suffocated. The same is true for being a human being. Go back!"

Gong Baosen grabbed Ding Lianshan's arms and nodded vigorously and said, "Senior Brother, the time has arrived."

Just as the two brothers used snake soup to describe the world, "Ming Er" walked in, took the sea bowl, scooped up the snake soup and started to taste it.

Ding Lianshan looked at Gong Baosen in confusion. He knew this niece.

"Emperor, this is my senior brother, Ding Lianshan. In terms of kung fu, I am not as good as him, and in terms of understanding, I am not as good as him."

"Senior brother, your niece has entered the Tao and invited the gods. Emperor Wanshou!"

“…”

Ding Lianshan looked at Gong Baosen with an expression of you treating me as a fool...
Chapter completed!