Chapter 7 Arriving at the Gong Family for the First Time
"Junior Brother Gong, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still have the same style." Li Cunyi smiled and hugged him.
Qin Hao's heart moved. It was obvious that the handsome old man in front of him, who was well dressed and had his hair and beard carefully groomed, was Gong Baosen.
Behind Gong Baosen was an old man wearing a "felt hat" with a fierce look on his face and a strong murderous aura on his body. There was a scabbard hanging on his waist and a yellow-haired monkey standing on his shoulder.
The monkey seemed to have noticed Qin Hao's gaze, and suddenly bared its teeth at Qin Hao, and the short hair on its head stood up.
Seeing that Qin Hao was a child, the old man seemed to be afraid that the monkey would scare him, so he stretched out his hand and knocked on the monkey's forehead. The monkey put away its hostility in aggrieved manner, but still looked at Qin Hao warily.
Gong Baosen also looked at Qin Hao with some curiosity. The servant Lao Jiang was originally a executioner specializing in beheadings in the Qing Dynasty. The monkey on his shoulder was unusual. Beheading and murder were common. How could he do this to a teenage boy?
Big reaction?
"This is my close disciple, Qin Hao." There was a hint of showing off in Li Cunyi's tone.
"Meet Uncle Master."
After Gong Baosen helped Qin Hao up, he was even more surprised: "Brother, you said before that you would only accept a disciple like Xue Dian..."
"Good talents are hard to find. This is good material. You will know it later." Li Cunyi patted Qin Hao's head playfully and looked at Gong Baosen meaningfully.
Gong Baosen felt that Li Cunyi was a bit exaggerated. It was not that he didn't believe in his senior brother's vision, but his senior brother was a famous protector. He had blown Xue Dian's mind wherever he went before. In the palace,
In Baosen's opinion, the senior brother was old and had no relatives around him, so he accepted such a disciple to relieve his boredom.
Li Cunyi didn't point it out, he just smiled secretly in his heart, waiting for the opportunity to let Qin Hao show his hand, and he would definitely shock his junior brother's chin.
"Brother, this is..."
Seeing that Gong Baosen finally noticed his group, the soldiers almost burst into tears. Although they were wearing cotton-padded clothes in this winter, Li Cunyi had untied their belts to tie them up. How cold is the winter in the Northeast?
Ah, the cool wind was going straight into the cracks in their bones.
"Master Gong, we are from the 138th Regiment of the Fengjun Army. We were once your students. Please save us."
Li Cunyi told the story about the gang of soldiers robbing the train, and Gong Baosen's face immediately darkened.
"I don't have apprentices like you. When I was invited by the commander to teach Fengjun martial arts, I didn't mean for you to bully the good."
After scolding him, Gong Baosen raised his hands to Li Cunyi and said, "Brother, you have come all the way, so leave this matter to me."
"Okay, I'll spare you the trouble, junior brother, I'm just trying to save you some trouble."
"Lao Jiang, call another car and take them to the headquarters of the 138th regiment. Tell their regiment leader everything that happened."
The faces of several soldiers turned pale when they heard this. The regiment leader might not care if they were robbing the train, but if they were to leave their posts without permission, they would be shot.
So he kept wailing and begging for mercy. When Lao Jiang saw that Gong Baosen didn't say a word, he pulled the gang of soldiers out by the belt without saying a word. As for whether they would be frozen in the heavy snow outside before the car came, then
It's none of his business.
Outside the station, a carriage had been waiting at the intersection for a long time.
Gong Baosen invited Li Cunyi into the car and was about to reach out to help Qin Hao, but he saw the child stepped onto the carriage in two steps. He was very smart, but Gong Baosen didn't take it too seriously. After all, his senior brother Li Cunyi
He still believed in his vision. If this child was not a martial arts material, he would definitely not accept him.
Along the way, Gong Baosen and Li Cunyi had a lively chat. From their conversation, Qin Hao also learned some of their past.
Gong Baosen, like Li Cunyi, is a martial artist, but unlike Li Cunyi, Gong Baosen first learned Baguazhang, and then became a disciple of the Xingyi Quan master - "Guo Yunshen".
There was an age difference of twenty-five years between the two. When Gong Baosen became a disciple, Li Cunyi was already well-known in Hebei Province: Beixia.
Li Cunyi also took good care of this junior brother. In addition to his protective character, Gong Baosen received a lot of favors from Li Cunyi when he was young and had not yet matured in martial arts. He also admired this senior brother's martial arts and character.
, it can be said that Li Cunyi is the lamp that illuminates Gong Baosen’s life.
After reminiscing and chatting for a while, Li Cunyi suddenly said.
"Junior brother, in fact, when I come to the Northeast this time, besides attending my niece's first birthday party, there is something else I want to discuss with you."
Gong Baosen patted Li Cunyi's hand: "Brother, is there anything else between us that we can't talk about directly?"
After Li Cunyi pondered for a moment, he said seriously: "A few years ago, I got old and really no longer had the energy to deal with the affairs of the Chinese Warriors Association. Those people in the annual meetings have become increasingly useless. I would like to ask you to come to Jinmen to pick me up.
My class.”
Qin Hao's heart moved, and he couldn't help but think of the old Mr. Jin. Obviously he should also be a member of the Chinese Warriors Association. The old man should have noticed that the people among the people were distracted, but he really didn't have the energy to take care of it. After all, he was already seventy-one years old.
Already old.
After hearing this, Gong Baosen's face, which was still smiling at first, also showed a cautious look.
"Senior brother, I don't want to refute your reputation, but this Chinese warrior association is extraordinary. It is the face of the entire northern martial arts world. With my current prestige, I'm afraid I still can't suppress them."
Li Cunyi sighed: "Junior brother, if I hadn't really been helpless, I wouldn't have troubled you on this day."
"Do you still remember the purpose of establishing the Chinese Samurai Association with Ye Yunbiao and other martial arts seniors?"
"Strengthen the national physique and restore national confidence!"
Speaking of this, tears welled up in Li Cunyi's eyes. This iron-clad man never flinched when faced with the foreign guns and artillery of the Russian devils, but when he thought of the oppressed people, he couldn't help but choke up.
What makes him even more distressed is that even if the foreigners bully us, many people exploit the common people even more harshly than the foreigners for their own selfish interests.
He really couldn't bear to see the Chinese Warriors Association he founded eventually becoming an organization that exploited the common people.
"But look at the group of people now, what they are doing, if I don't care about it anymore, the people will stab us in the spine in the future. How should our descendants view us?"
Gong Baosen held Li Cunyi's hand and said in a sincere tone: "Brother, this incident is too sudden. How about you give me a few days to think about it carefully?"
While he was talking, the carriage had stopped.
Gong Baosen waited until Li Cunyi's mood stabilized again, then opened the curtain and welcomed the two of them into the Gong family's door.
There are two stone lions at the entrance of Gong's house. They are quite big and seem to weigh at least a ton. The two vermilion doors are completely open. This is also the old rule. The middle door is opened wide when distinguished guests come.
Walking into the gate, there is a large yard. The whole yard is covered with white snow, but a path for two people to walk side by side has been cleared in the middle. A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old is shoveling the snow hard.
, after seeing Gong Baosen, he immediately stood aside in a polite manner.
"Master."
Gong Baosen waved to the young man: "San'er, come to see your uncle."
Qin Hao's heart moved. It was obvious that this was Ma San. At this time, Ma San looked naive. He knelt down towards Li Cunyi and kowtowed three times. He kowtowed to the ground firmly.
Li Cunyi helped Ma San up with a smile, patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Yes, I have grown a lot taller than before. How are you learning from your master? Are you lazy?"
"Uncle, I practice martial arts very diligently. I have never been lazy. If you don't believe me, I will show you a set of punches." Ma San said and threw away the shovel to show Li Cunyi a punch.
Gong Baosen glared at him: "Nonsense, your uncle and the others have been working all the way, and you haven't taken them to the guest room to rest first."
"Oh." Ma San scratched his head in embarrassment, took the luggage from the coachman's hand, and walked to the back of the yard.
Li Cunyi smiled and said to Gong Baosen: "You, you can't have a good face towards your apprentice. You can't always yell at me like this. This is your closed disciple."
There are many types of apprentices in the martial arts profession. One is the apprentices who open a gym. This kind of apprentices are just for a living. They teach you some techniques that are neither salty nor bland, so that you can strengthen your body and occasionally learn from others.
When taking action, you will not suffer any losses. This kind of practice is also called: registered disciple.
In fact, many times the master cannot even remember the names of the registered disciples.
There is also a kind of direct disciple. This kind of disciple is the real disciple. When accepting this kind of disciple, the master often has strict requirements. Those with poor qualifications will not be accepted, because these disciples will be their own facade in the future.
After all, human body functions gradually decline, and it is easy to offend people in the martial arts profession. If someone comes to challenge you, you have to accept the moves. What should you do? You can only let your apprentice compete on your behalf.
You can't even pass the test of being my apprentice, so what qualifications do you have to challenge me?
Another type, the most special one is the closed disciples. This type of disciples usually come when the master is older. After sorting out and summarizing their martial arts experience in his later years, they find that some of the things they taught before may have errors and omissions, but those former disciples
The techniques have already been formed.
Often when accepting closed disciples, the master will choose to accept those who are younger. On the one hand, they are young and can learn things quickly. With a blank sheet of paper, they can better instill their own martial arts concepts in them. On the other hand, they can cultivate their feelings.
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In general, a closed disciple is equivalent to half a son. There is only one word difference between master and master, but the effort put into it is completely different.
Gong Baosen's eyes paused when he heard this, and then he shook his head: "Senior brother, you don't know, Ma San'er is a kid who has both talent and hard work, but he has such a strong temper. If I don't take advantage of this,
If you give him a good time, he might cause some trouble in the future."
Qin Hao secretly lamented that Gong Baosen's education method was too traditional. He clearly wanted to treat Ma San well, but he always maintained a strict and high-pressure attitude towards him. Over time, Ma San's efforts were not recognized by his master.
Admittedly, the character will only become more and more extreme.
Of course, there must be something wrong with Ma San's nature. After all, he was the master who raised him since he was a child. He was no different from his biological father, but he was beaten to death by him in the end.
"Master uncle, junior brother, these two rooms have been tidied up, and the bedding and other things have just been changed. This kang has been heated, and there is still hot water in the kettle. If you see what is missing, follow me at any time.
"Tell me, I'll prepare it for you," Ma San said eagerly.
Li Cunyi smiled and said to Ma San: "Yes, San'er is getting more and more efficient in doing things. He will definitely be better than your master in the future."
Ma San grinned honestly: "How can I compare with the master? If I can learn one and a half of his moves, that's enough for me."
"San'er, your idea is wrong. Those who practice martial arts should be brave and diligent. Each generation will become stronger than the previous generation. How can there be any reason to go back the more you practice?"
"Hey, uncle, if you have time, you can teach me some unique skills."
"Okay, you guys are waiting here for me." Li Cunyi laughed and scolded.
Ma San's face was slightly red, but his eyes were full of longing when he looked at Li Cunyi. His master Gong Baosen told him since he was a child that his personality was not suitable for practicing Bagua Zhang, so he was taught Xingyi Quan.
But Gong Baosen told him more than once that his attainments in Xingyiquan were far inferior to those of his senior brother Li Cunyi.
He finally had this opportunity to ask an expert for advice, and he naturally didn't want to miss it in vain.
Gong Baosen did not stop Ma San this time. His love for this closed disciple was hidden deep in his heart.
Li Cunyi looked at Qin Hao, folded his hands and stuffed them into his sleeves, and said with pretense of emotion: "Oh, my old arms and legs, I'm afraid I can't give you advice. It's better for you young people to communicate more."
Ma San looked at Qin Hao, who was much shorter than him, with disappointment and disdain in his eyes. What can you teach such a big kid?
Gong Baosen's expression changed after hearing this. He still understood his apprentice. Even though Ma San was only fifteen or sixteen years old, if he really wanted to take action, many men in their twenties and thirties couldn't get close to him.
In this generation of young martial arts practitioners, Ma San has also become famous.
"Senior brother, is this inappropriate?"
However, Li Cunyi had a weird smile on his lips: "It's okay, let's compete with each other, just click on it."
"But, Ma San'er's kung fu hasn't been practiced to the point where he can control it freely, I'm afraid..." Gong Baosen still had a worried look on his face.
Li Cunyi said to Gong Baosen with a playful expression: "What? Do you think my apprentice is inferior to you?"
Gong Baosen stopped talking. At this point, he could only tell Ma San to stop.
Ma San glared at Qin Hao with an angry face and said firmly: "Junior brother, please."
Qin Hao couldn't help but roll his eyes at Li Cunyi, wasn't he looking for trouble for himself?
At this time, Li Cunyi suddenly said to Gong Baosen: "Junior brother, it's not easy for these two children to do anything in the winter. How about we give them some rewards?"
"Oh? Senior brother, what kind of reward do you think is more appropriate?"
"How about this. If my apprentice wins, you can teach him the secrets of your Gong family's sixty-four moves, especially the one with flowers hidden under the leaves. Don't hide anything."
Qin Hao's eyes lit up, this reward was worth his while.
Gong Baosen was happy. He didn't believe that Qin Hao could beat Ma San. Even though the age difference between the two sides was only five years, sixteen years old was already considered a young man. Eleven years old? His bones hadn't even grown yet.
Besides, Ma San has learned boxing for five more years than him. No matter how talented he is, he wouldn't have practiced boxing since his mother was born, right?
"Then what if senior brother loses?"
"I will teach you all the secrets of Xingyiquan, and my master's half-step Bengquan will never be hidden."