Beep!!!!!

When other Qing soldiers discovered the anomaly in Baoshengtang Medical Center and blew the whistle to warn, Guan Luoyang's figure had disappeared at the end of the street.

He hid the ferry ticket in his belt, and quickly turned around two streets while walking slowly but quickly.

A small river about six meters wide lay in front of him, and there were boats moored on the river.

Guan Luoyang took a big step and jumped forward, stepped on the bow of the boat to use his strength, and when the water rippled, he reached the other side and walked along the bamboo pavilion beside the river.

Wow!

The gentle sound of water swayed into his ears. Guan Luoyang's steps suddenly slowed down and he looked back.

On this small river, within sight, there were four small boats parked. Some were unloading cargo, while others were resting in the cabin. There were children lying on the bow of the boat, playing with the water with their hands.

The sound of water just now didn't seem unusual in such an environment.

But Guan Luoyang's sight was more than a dozen steps away. After staying for a moment on the small boat he had borrowed just now, he became extra careful.

When he turned around and hurried away with a normal expression, most of his attention was actually on his hearing. As he walked, his auricles would tremble slightly unnoticeably.

The shadows cast by bamboo sheds and pavilions vary in size. Wherever the pavilion is located, the foundation will be slightly higher. A few pavilions are exquisite, with fences on all sides and steps. Guan Luoyang walked through it section by section until he reached the end of this corridor.

By then, he had quietly deviated from the route back.

He walked more and more sideways, looking for the direction where the crowds were sparse.

After walking around for half an hour, an unfinished building appeared in front of it. The scaffolding was made of thick bamboo, with upper and lower layers divided into layers. Inside, most of the high walls and cornices had been built.

This is probably a wealthy businessman who wants to build a new mansion. The courtyard walls are built on three sides, and the inside is still a rammed mud floor with piles of various bamboos, sand, and bricks.

But around lunch time, the bricklayers and masons also took the opportunity to run to the street to watch the excitement, and there was no one doing construction around.

Guan Luoyang put one hand on the bamboo stand next to him and said in a moderate voice: "Since I can't get rid of you, do you want to come out and meet me?"

No one answered behind me.

Guan Luoyang said: "Are you still hoping for luck? You hid it very well, but you still can't escape my ears. It's impossible to follow the clues. Either you leave directly and we pretend we haven't met you, or you

Just send out fireworks and see if you can hold off until others hear the news and come."

When it came to the last paragraph, Guan Luoyang's ears that kept twitching tensed up, and he finally locked the opponent's position.

His right hand, which was resting on the moso bamboo stand, felt a shock on his shoulder, and directly pierced the end of a moso bamboo with the tips of his five fingers, grabbing and twisting it with his wrist.

Crackling!

He twisted the nearly two-meter-long section of moso bamboo into a bunch of broken bamboo strips, pulled it out, and ran with it. He rushed to a dozen meters away in one step and swiped it towards a small tree as thick as a thigh.

Bamboo strips are tough, and the edges of bamboo strips that have been violently twisted and broken are even more dangerous. They can easily cut clothing and skin, scrape off skin and flesh, and pierce blood vessels.

With Guan Luoyang's blow, the middle part of the bamboo stick hit the tree, and the front half bent and hit directly behind the tree.

The person hiding behind the tree did not expect that the other party would suddenly use this strange weapon. He did not check for a moment and had no time to dodge. He just wrapped himself in a cloak and received the slap abruptly.

I don’t know what material his cloak is made of. It looks gray and inconspicuous, but when a large bunch of bamboo sticks were pulled on it, it seemed like it had been hit by several layers of taut old cowhide, and it bounced away with a bang.

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The stalker blocked the blow, without thinking, and ducked to the left, narrowly dodging Guan Luoyang's punch that penetrated the tree trunk.

He turned around and swept away, hitting the tree trunk halfway with his forearm.

The entire tree was separated from where it was penetrated, and the upper half of the trunk was smashed towards Guan Luoyang.

Guan Luoyang did not block him, he took a long stride with his feet, walked around a full arc, and passed by the tree trunk. He stretched his long arms like an ape climbing a branch, and grabbed the pursuer's head.

The pursuer shrank back, pulled his cloak behind him and whirled around.

An iron ball the size of a bull's eye flew out of the cloak, and with a whoosh, it almost hit Guan Luoyang's chest.

Guan Luoyang gained the upper hand by taking advantage of the surprise by breaking the moso bamboo. He wanted to shoulder the iron ball and finish off his opponent as quickly as possible, but for some reason, the hair on his body stood up and he turned sideways in a horrifying way.

The iron ball flew out and hit the scaffolding more than ten meters away.

Boom!!!

Seven or eight tied moso bamboos were broken by the explosion, and the bamboo joints were blown to pieces. The newly built bricks were also blown apart, and smoke and dust exploded.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Guan Luoyang's forehead.

If it hadn't been for the subtle premonition that made him subconsciously dodge, the power would have probably blown a big hole in his chest.

The seemingly ordinary iron ball actually contains a yellow semi-solidified explosive. This explosive is extremely dangerous. Friction, collision, and even sudden temperature changes may cause explosions.

Ordinary grenades are too big a target for a boxer. You have to prepare before throwing them, and you can easily dodge them. You can use this explosive to make a concealed weapon to hit people. No preparation is needed in advance. Just rub it and you can blow it up.

His hands and feet were flying around.

In the jargon of the older generation, this kind of hidden weapon is called a thunderbolt. It has a notorious reputation and was once popular on a small scale for a period of time.

However, precisely because this kind of concealed weapon is so dangerous, if the user dares to carry it with him, he will be killed first, so it soon disappeared from the martial arts world.

This stalker actually dared to lead Pilizi around in a crowded place like Guangzhou City. It was so audacious.

As soon as the thunderbolt exploded, Guan Luoyang's first move advantage gained by breaking the bamboo and attacking was completely destroyed.

The stalker's dusty cloak had been removed from his body. He shook it in a circular arc and twisted it like a cloth stick. He chased Guan Luoyang and beat him.

The cloth stick itself is not scary, but Guan Luoyang is afraid that there are thunderbolts and other things hidden in his cloak, so he doesn't dare to attack it forcefully and can only dodge continuously.

According to the instructor, among the masters at the Sticky Branch of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, there was only one who left traces of gunpowder explosions at the murder scene many times.

It is the "Dragon Tiger" among the four of the Arhat, Lightning Mother, Kuai Dao, Dragon and Tiger.

This man's nickname is Hu, and his real name is Long. He is the only one who was not trained by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but first became famous in the green forests of the seven provinces, and later joined the Ministry of Internal Affairs - "the white-fronted tiger with wings and feathers"

, Long Wuchang.

The reason why he was forced to remain anonymous and join the Ministry of Internal Affairs was because he specifically picked on boxers from the Escort Agency and the martial arts school, which aroused the public indignation of the martial arts people in the seven provinces.

The louder the opponent's name and the higher his boxing skills, the more excited Long Wuchang becomes, just like a hunter who will boast about his achievements in hunting tigers and leopards. In Long Wuchang's view, killing these well-known boxers is a means of proof.

It's not about proving to others, it's about proving to yourself.

Prove that you are strong enough and that your vitality will not age.

The cloth stick was like a coiled dragon and snake, waving and chasing. Long Wuchang's scorched yellow face had ordinary features, but there was a blood-thirsty excitement in his eyes, and the strength in his hands increased again and again.

Guan Luoyang was dodging, swallowing and exhaling, and his breathing became longer and longer. At the moment when exhalation and inhalation were connected, he suddenly took the initiative to draw out his whip hand and touched the cloth stick.

But at the moment they touched each other, the whip hand turned into a cloud, and Guan Luoyang's hand swung around and around. It was as soft as a bone. It even made people mistakenly think that his hand was a piece of soft silk cloth, and it was wrapped around the hand.

A stick.

With this twisting and shaking, everything hidden in the cloak and cloth stick was shaken out in the same direction.

A dozen barbed blades came out of the rags, flew flat and far away, and were nailed to those bamboo stands.

There is no longer a thunderbolt hidden in the cloak, but even if it is, with the gentle flick of the hand just now, the thunderbolt will not have time to explode and will be shot far away.

Long Wuchang's eyelids twitched and he blurted out: "Strengthening the Qi to make it soft, is it a great achievement to practice Qi?!"

Qi training is a very special one among the four major exercises.

The mastery of muscles, bones, and skin all requires arduous training. It can be said that it is a mastery that is unique to martial artists, but the mastery of Qi training is not only seen in martial arts practitioners.

Monks, Taoist priests, scholars, and even some rural people who plant rice seedlings, tread water and dig fields, may also experience the state of "qi training" in their ordinary lives.

If the muscles, bones, and skin are the foundation, raising the upper limit of a person's physical ability, and pursuing increasing strength, then the main purpose of Qi training is to pursue the control of limbs and strength.

From the moment a person is born, every period of study, work, and every exertion of force is a damage to his body. Even if he does nothing but maintains this posture, the weight of the human body will also cause damage to his body.

cause damage.

Because of this, human life span will be greatly reduced, and hundreds of diseases related to bone deformation and muscle damage will occur.

Take the human neck bones as an example. As long as the person's neck tilts forward by less than one-third, the muscles and bones of the neck will bear a huge burden at the same time, which is equivalent to having a seven or eight-year-old child all the time.

It's so heavy to ride on top of your head.

However, those who have mastered qi training see the five internal organs as one, and see no distinction between flesh and blood. When the state is stable, they can distribute the weight pressure they receive to every part, just like the whole body, especially the head, neck, shoulders, and waist.

Freed from the shackles of life.

This is how you stay healthy, and this is how you gain freedom.

In boxing theory, only this truly relaxed and free state can produce the essence of emptiness and softness.

Guan Luoyang clenched his teeth tightly, holding one end of the tattered cloak with his hand, and rushed forward as if stepping on a pulley. His hands were like pushing and torturing clothes. With one click, he folded the cloak into half the length and wrapped it around Long Wuchang's neck.

Long Wuchang shrank his neck, arched his shoulder blades back, and his arms had been brought to his chest at some point. He put his hands up against his neck and inserted them into the gaps wrapped in the cloak. His forearms stood upright, flexing and opening, breaking the choke.

The cloak around his neck was twisted around his body, and he swung his arms and bumped his elbows.

The distance was too close, the changes were too rapid, and neither side had time to dodge.

Guan Luoyang was hit by an elbow on the shoulder, and he also punched Long Wuchang in the stomach.

This punch uses cold and crisp energy that reaches the back and can penetrate a person's stomach.

But when it hit Long Wuchang, it seemed like it had hit the trembling drum head.

A thud.
To be continued...