As the first-year banquet approached, Gong Baosen became even more busy. He had to entertain many martial arts comrades who came here every day, and Li Cunyi inevitably had to help with the entertainment.
In this way, Qin Hao was naturally free. After all, he was still too young. Li Cunyi still hoped that he would focus on increasing his fist strength to avoid being blinded by foreign objects, which was also a kind of protection for him.
Ma San will come to Qin Hao whenever he has time these days and ask him for boxing skills.
In this regard, Qin Hao did not refuse people thousands of miles away. At least Ma San was worth saving now.
"Junior Brother Qin, why are your punches so powerful?" Ma San changed his arrogance from before. Now he lowered his eyebrows like a little daughter-in-law and behaved well. Although he shouted: "Junior Brother," his attitude was completely:
Senior brother.
"I am born with divine power."
Facing Qin Hao's understatement, Ma San's face almost wrinkled up. He smiled bitterly and said, "Is there no way to fix it the day after tomorrow?"
"That's not true."
Ma San immediately became energetic and poured Qin Hao a cup of hot tea to please him.
Qin Hao took a sip and moistened his throat: "How do you allocate your practice time on weekdays?"
"It's what Master told me to do. I get up in the morning for an hour and a half every day to practice Zhuang Kung Fu. At noon, I practice Stone Lock for half an hour, and then I practice Xingyi Quan for an hour. Master said that my bones haven't grown fully yet, so I can only practice for three hours a day."
Ma 31510's answer.
Six hours a day is definitely enough exercise, but there is a problem here, which is also a problem faced by most traditional martial arts, that is, focusing on the training of pile skills and steps, but despising training aimed at increasing muscles and explosive power.
Of course, this does not mean that Zhuang Kung Fu is not good. On the contrary, practicing Zhuang Kung Fu is very necessary. Looking at the confrontation between traditional martial arts and modern fighting techniques, it is obvious that in terms of pace, traditional martial arts actually does not suffer, and even dominates.
A big advantage.
However, traditional martial arts pay too much attention to the use of steps, always thinking that you can avoid the opponent's attack and knock down the opponent with the minimum cost.
However, the reality is that modern fighting techniques focus on the exercise of muscle strength. High muscle content in the human body not only increases strength, but also increases the ability to resist blows.
Often, traditional martial arts beat the opponent several times, but the opponent is completely unmoved. The opponent is obviously just using a very ordinary attack method, but it is fast and powerful, and one punch can kill you. How can you fight?
As the saying goes, one force can reduce ten. Modern fighting technique is to use the simplest and crudest speed and strength to hit you. When it comes to moving a thousand pounds with four ounces, you must first have the strength of a thousand pounds before you can move a thousand pounds with four ounces of force. Otherwise, you will be using your arms as a cart and not overestimating your own capabilities.
"Then, how can I exercise to quickly increase the strength of that muscle?" Ma Sanyi heard that it made sense. Qin Hao's words seemed to have opened the door to a new world for him, which was an area he had never been exposed to before.
"It's very simple, eat and exercise..." Qin Hao said and explained some methods of building muscles.
Ma San remembered it very carefully, for fear that he would remember it wrong. After Qin Hao finished speaking, he repeated it again, then turned around and wrote it down with a pen and paper, and carefully put it under his pillow for fear of being seen.
From that day on, Ma San changed his previous exercise plan. He only spent half an hour practicing Zhuang Kung Fu every day, then spent an hour exercising his muscles, and only started practicing boxing in the afternoon.
Although the process is inevitably painful, muscle growth essentially involves destroying the original muscle fiber tissue and then replenishing enough protein to make the muscle fibers thicker. The feeling of tearing is inevitable.
But Ma San didn't complain at all. On the contrary, he enjoyed the process very much. Although the effect was not obvious because the time was too short, he saw that Qin Hao was training in the same way as him, except that the weight and frequency were higher.
Once you have a goal in mind, you will naturally stop complaining about this little pain.
On the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Gong Ruomei's first birthday party was officially held.
As a well-deserved "hands-on" in the Northeast martial arts world, Gong Baosen held a birthday party for his daughter this time. Many prominent people from the Northeast came. Although many big shots did not come in person, they also sent representatives.
For example, "Dashuai Zhang" sent his subordinates to deliver a congratulatory gift.
"Thank you, Lieutenant Liang, for your hard work, Adjutant Zhang. Marshal Zhang is always thinking about his daughter's birthday party, which really frightens Gong." Gong Baosen held the hand of a young officer with a sincere look on his face.
Adjutant Liang said with a smile: "What did Mr. Gong say? Marshal Zhang just told me that I would say hello on his behalf. If it weren't for his busy schedule, Marshal would have said that he would come and have a few drinks in person."
The people in the sedan chair were carrying people, and all the guests were naturally even more polite when they saw the high-ranking Marshal Zhang treating Gong Baosen with such courtesy.
Just when Gong Baosen was about to welcome the guests into the front hall with a smile on his face, there was a commotion at the door, which was also mixed with screams.
Gong Baosen's expression changed, and just as he was about to tell Lao Jiang to go out and take a look, he saw a group of Japanese wearing samurai uniforms rushing in.
Upon seeing this, Lao Jiang stretched out his hand to touch the handle of the knife and shouted angrily: "Today the Gong family is having a wedding, please stay away from the bad guests! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
A group of Japanese samurai, holding samurai swords, squeezed through the crowd and lined up on both sides. A tall middle-aged man slowly walked out. When he saw the visitor, the guests present also whispered.
"Why is this guy here? Does he look like he's here to seek revenge?"
"It's not a good thing anyway. The Japanese are not good at all, and the Black Dragon Society is even worse."
After Gong Baosen saw the appearance of the person clearly, he glanced at Lao Jiang, who ducked aside with a dark face.
"Tanayada, today is my daughter's birthday party. If you are here to drink, you should be treated like a distinguished guest. If you are here to cause trouble, don't blame Gong for not treating her well."
Tanarata sneered: "There is an old saying in China: Well water does not offend the river water. Originally, I, the river water, did not want to offend your well water, but you ordered your disciples to kill two of my Black Dragon Society warriors. I am here today.
I’m looking for someone from you!”
Gong Baosen's expression changed greatly when he heard this, and he immediately looked at the disciples around him. The other disciples all had expressions of confusion. Only Ma San's eyes were a little dodgey, and he couldn't help but frown.
However, in front of so many people, Gong Baosen just pretended not to see it and turned to Tian Nara.
"You said that my apprentice killed your people, what evidence is there?"
As soon as Tianara waved, two Japanese samurai held up a black-faced man whose face was covered with blood and threw him directly into the snow.
Lao Jiang was so angry that he yelled: "I think you are here to ruin my girl's first birthday party on purpose!"
In traditional culture, it is unlucky to see bloodshed during happy events. This move is undoubtedly provoking Gong Baosen and even the entire Northeastern martial arts community.
Before Gong Baosen opened his mouth, some martial arts people who were close to him couldn't help it.
"Master Sen, since he doesn't follow the rules, beat them out."
"That's right, the big day has seen blood, so let's let these little Japanese guys see blood too!"
"I have long disliked these little Japanese, so fuck them!"
At this moment, Adjutant Liang said to Gong Baosen: "Mr. Gong, the Japanese are no longer what they used to be, so it's better not to act rashly."
Gong Baosen frowned deeply, stopped everyone, walked in front of the crowd and said to Tian Nara.
"what do you mean?"
Tanarada grabbed the black-faced man and said in half-baked Northeastern dialect: "Tell me what you saw that day, and I will let your wife and children go, otherwise you will know the consequences!"
Ma San was furious and cursed: "Little Japan, I will destroy your ancestors!"
The black-faced man kowtowed to Ma San several times and cried bitterly: "Third Master, I can't help you, they arrested my wife and children..."
The black-faced man talked intermittently about the conflict between Ma San and two Black Dragon Society warriors that day.
The martial arts people on the side secretly applauded Ma San. What Japan had done in the Northeast in recent years had long ago reached the point where people and gods were indignant. Ma San could be regarded as speaking out for them.
"Well done, you should teach these bastards a lesson!"
"Just to see if they still dare to run wild on our Chinese territory."
However, when Adjutant Liang heard this, his expression changed drastically. He walked to Gong Baosen and whispered: "Mr. Gong, you have to be cautious about this matter. The Japanese are very powerful now, and Marshal Zhang is also in a difficult situation."
Gong Baosen immediately understood that Adjutant Liang was reminding him not to offend the Japanese.
However, not to mention that Ma San is his close disciple. He has been watching him since he was a child, and he is almost like half a son. In front of so many martial arts people, if he just hands over his disciple like this, what will he do in the future?
Gain a foothold in Northeastern martial arts?
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.
"This uncle can only prove that Ma San did have a conflict with two warriors from the Black Dragon Society, but it cannot prove that he killed someone. Am I right?"
Gong Baosen looked along the sound and couldn't help but his eyes lit up.
Ma San was already a little confused, but when he heard this, he was immediately shocked: "Yes, I did fight with them that day, but then I went home. Those two Japanese ronin were causing trouble every day. Who knew I had offended them?"
Whoever was killed was not blamed on me."
After hearing this, a group of Japanese warriors burst into jittery Japanese output. Although the martial arts people standing on Gong Baosen's side did not understand, they knew that these little Japanese were cursing, and they immediately cursed back.
For a while, both sides insisted on their own opinions and got into trouble.
In fact, Tanarata didn't care about the life or death of the two Japanese samurai at all. This incident had happened for several days. He specifically chose today to cause trouble. He simply wanted to use this incident to give Gong Baosen some color. Once Gong Baosen
If Sen couldn't resist the pressure and handed over his disciples, he would lose Gong Baosen's face and bring shame to the entire Northeastern martial arts world.
Taking a step back, if the lawsuit goes to Zhang Zuolin, Zhang Zuolin will have to give him some sympathy. As long as the person is in their hands, there are many ways to make him plead guilty.
"I thought the Chinese people were the most disciplined, but I didn't expect that a child would be allowed to talk nonsense here. It's really disappointing!" Tanarata pretended to sigh.
Li Cunyi saw that Tian Nara was actually sarcastic that his apprentice was not qualified to speak here, so he sneered: "We Chinese people naturally follow the rules. This is my apprentice. In terms of seniority, many people here have to call him junior brother. If he doesn't
If you are qualified to speak, what qualifications do you have to bark like this!"
"Haha, Mr. Li is right. I have to call his disciple Uncle Master. Of course he is qualified to speak here!"
"It's just that after learning a little bit about Chinese culture, little Japanese people don't know how great the world is. In fact, they are just imitating others."
Tanarata looked at Li Cunyi sharply, and a Japanese samurai beside him whispered in Japanese: "This man is called Li Cunyi. He has unparalleled appeal in the entire northern martial arts world. He once served as the president of the Chinese Samurai Association."
"Yoshi, it seems that I came to the right place today!" Tanarata was not surprised but overjoyed when he heard this. The Black Dragon Society is a non-governmental organization on the surface, but in fact it is a secret plan laid by Japan to invade China in the future. The accusation is
Use your status as an unofficial organization to do things that are inconvenient for Japanese officials to do.
Such as smuggling, assassination, intelligence gathering, and opium trafficking. In addition, more importantly, it undermines the self-confidence of the Chinese people.
Defeating the opponent's martial arts master is one of the methods.
Tanarata snorted coldly: "Even if there is no evidence that he directly killed someone, he injured our Black Dragon Society samurai, which was also an important reason for their murder. You must give us an explanation for this matter!"
Gong Baosen knew that nothing could be done about this matter today, so he asked in a deep voice: "What explanation do you want?"
"Your disciples injured our low-level disciples of the Black Dragon Society. We won with no force. Let's fight again to see who is stronger in your Chinese martial arts or our Japanese martial arts!"
Faced with Tanarata's provocation, all the martial arts people became excited.
"Little Japan, I can beat you all by myself!"
"Mr. Gong, just fight them, we will fully support you!"
Seeing the excitement among the crowd, Gong Baosen was about to agree when Adjutant Liang pulled him aside again: "Mr. Gong, if things get too big, it won't end well..."
Gong Baosen did not hesitate this time. He raised his hand to Adjutant Liang and said loudly: "The Japanese have already issued a declaration of war. If I don't accept it, how can I be the president of the Northeast Martial Arts Association?"
"Okay, I accept the challenge, but today is my daughter's first birthday party, and we will have another competition in the ring in three days!"
Tanarata rolled his eyes: "Okay, but since you have set the time, we must set the rules!"
"What rules?"
"Three days later, each of us will choose three disciples, whose age cannot exceed eighteen years old!"
Once they heard this rule, many martial arts people stopped doing it.
"What do these kids have to fight for? If they want to fight, they have to fight with your father!"
"That is to say, you little Japanese are clamoring so loudly, but in the end you only dare to cower behind the children?"
Tanarata sneered: "The younger generation is the hope of the future. How come you younger generation can't even get together three people who can fight?"
Gong Baosen frowned. He knew that Tanarata must have something to rely on when he set up such rules. When he was hesitating, Li Cunyi said to him: "Junior brother, just follow his rules and fight them!"