Chapter 21 Boxing has a north and a south, but does the state have a north and a south?
As the sun set in the west, with the last ray of light, two rickshaws, one behind the other, stopped in front of the Li Mansion.
"Mr. Ye, please." Ma San respectfully pushed open the courtyard door.
A man wearing glasses and a suit slowly got off the rickshaw, smiled and nodded slightly to Ma San, then stepped over the threshold and entered the yard.
"Haha, I haven't seen Mr. Ye for many years, and he looks even better than before!" Li Cunyi said with a smile.
Ye Yunbiao looked at Li Cunyi with a solemn expression, clasping his fists and handing over his hands: "The scene when Mr. Li used his big sword to defeat the Russian Japanese gun formation seems to be vivid in his mind. I never thought that it has been more than ten years since we said goodbye."
Qin Hao secretly laughed. This Ye Yunming was obviously a good man. He knew that the most proud thing of the old man in his life was not being the leader of the northern martial arts world, nor the establishment of the Chinese Samurai Association, but fighting a vicious battle with the foreign devils with real swords and guns.
"Mr. Ye, you are fine!"
After the two exchanged pleasantries, Gong Baosen also bowed his hand to Ye Yunbiao.
Ye Yunbiao also returned the favor very solemnly: "I heard in the south that Mr. Gong took over from Mr. Li. The Chinese Samurai Association has flourished under the leadership of Mr. Gong in recent years. It is really admirable."
"No, it's just a coincidence." Gong Baosen waved his hand calmly. In fact, it was very useful to him. Ye Yunbiao was the first president of the Chinese Warriors Association more than ten years ago.
, you won’t be so polite to yourself.
"Mr. Ye, you've been working hard all the way. My apprentice has prepared some food and wine just for you to wash your hands. Please." Li Cunyi directly pulled Ye Yunbiao into the main room. At his age, he was naturally full of joy to see his friends from many years ago again.
"Oh, this is Mr. Li's disciple? He is really talented." Ye Yunbiao couldn't help but praise Qin Hao after seeing him. On the one hand, Qin Hao had a handsome face, a tall man of over 1.8 meters, and a very strong figure.
During the Republic of China, Qin Hao simply stood out from the crowd. On the one hand, Qin Hao had an unearthly temperament. He had extensive knowledge, and you could tell at a glance that this person was extraordinary.
Li Cunyi's eyes flashed with pride, and he made no secret of his love for this apprentice: "I'm not bragging. I dare not say it. In the entire northern martial arts world, no one is my apprentice's opponent."
Ye Yunming was obviously stunned. At first, he thought Li Cunyi was just building momentum for his beloved disciple, but he saw Gong Baosen nodding his head without any trace, obviously agreeing with Li Cunyi's words.
This surprised Ye Yunbiao. He had made sufficient preparations before coming. He knew exactly how big the Chinese Samurai Association had grown, which masters there were, and who he could win over.
Naturally, this also included Gong Baosen's actual combat ability. As far as he knew, Gong Baosen's status had been achieved through punches and kicks over the years.
The young man in front of him looks like he can't be more than twenty years old at most. He has also practiced martial arts himself, and his kung fu is not low, so it is clear that if he is less than twenty years old, in terms of traditional martial arts, he is not yet a master.
At the age of becoming a disciple, what made him receive such high praise from two master-level warriors?
Is it just because he is Li Cunyi's close disciple?
"Mr. Ye, try the dishes cooked by your apprentice to see if they suit your taste." Li Cunyi also noticed Ye Yunbiao's doubts, but did not point them out.
"Oh, then I have to try it." Ye Yunbiao didn't care at first, but after only one bite, he couldn't stop using his chopsticks and ate several dishes in a row.
"You did all this?"
Before Qin Hao opened his mouth, Li Cunyi said proudly: "How about it, my little disciple is still good at this skill?"
"It's more than good, it's better than many big restaurants I've eaten in in the south." After Ye Yunbiao said this, he became even more curious about the young man in front of him. At the same time, he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart. How can someone who can cook such good food really do it?
Do you still have time to practice martial arts?
But Ye Yunbiao soon suppressed this idea. He had more important things to do.
After a while of pushing cups and changing cups, Ye Yunbiao cupped his fists at Li Cunyi and Gong Baosen and said, "To be honest with you two, I came here this time to ask for something."
Gong Baosen thought to himself: Sure enough, he didn't answer the call.
Li Cunyi was still drinking wine leisurely. Anyway, he had relieved his burden now and let Gong Baosen make the decision.
Seeing that the two of them didn't take the conversation, Ye Yun stood up slowly and said in an emotional voice.
"Our generation of revolutionaries fought one after another, sacrificed and shed much blood, and finally overthrew the Qing government. However, the Beiyang warlords headed by Yuan Shikai relied on force to separate one side. In recent years, they have imposed exorbitant taxes and expropriations, causing the people to live in dire straits. Every time I think about it, I feel sad."
"Today, the southern government is once again launching the Northern Expedition in order to unify the mountains and rivers, so that the people will no longer suffer from the war. The soldiers at the front are fighting bloody battles. Ye is not talented, but is determined to die and is willing to do his best for the unification of China. I hope you two
Please help me, sir."
Li Cunyi was a little moved when he heard this, and Gong Baosen also put down his wine glass. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he answered after a moment.
"Mr. Ye thinks too highly of us. Senior brother and I are just warriors. I'm afraid we can't get involved in national affairs..."
Before Gong Baosen finished speaking, Ye Yunbiao immediately said with emotion: "Mr. Gong's words are wrong. The country is not the country of the Nanjing government, let alone the country of the Beiyang government, but the country of every Chinese citizen. The so-called rise and fall of a country.
With responsibility, one more person means more power."
"What's more, given the status of the two gentlemen in the northern martial arts world, they are more than meager."
Seeing Li Cunyi's move, Ye Yunbiao added another element of anger.
"Mr. Li, you have also seen what the Beiyang government has done in recent years. To put it bluntly, it is no less generous than the Qing government. Now the foreign powers are eyeing China with covetous eyes. If we do not unite as one, the Eight-Nation Allied Forces will be defeated in the future.
Tragedy may not happen again!"
These words spoke to Li Cunyi's heart, and he slapped the table hard: "Humph, they dare. If that day comes, the old man will fight to the death to pull a few backers if he can use the knife!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Seeing that his senior brother had been persuaded, Gong Baosen did not hold on any longer, but asked cautiously: "What is the chance of the southern government winning this Northern Expedition?
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Before Ye Yunbiao could answer, he heard a pleasant female voice coming from the yard.
"The Beiyang warlords have been unpopular for a long time, and this battle will be lost."
Gong Ruomei walked into the hall with brisk steps. Although she was not yet ten years old, Gong Ruomei was already tall and slim at this time. She was wearing a dark blue student uniform, a black midi skirt, a pair of round-top cloth shoes, and a pair of white cotton socks to set off her slender figure.
The calves are more slender.
Gong Baosen glared at his daughter dotingly: "There are no rules."
Gong Ruomei stuck out her tongue, then stretched out her hand to Ye Yunbiao and said with a smile: "Mr. Ye is from the southern government?"
Ye Yunbiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook hands with Gong Ruomei: "If I guess correctly, this must be Mr. Gong's beloved daughter, Gong Ruomei, right?"
"It's my little girl." Gong Baosen nodded.
"Sure enough, women are not inferior to men." Ye Yunbiao looked at Gong Ruomei again, and then said to Gong Baosen: "Is this a new school that Miss Gong attends?"
Gong Baosen looked at Qin Hao and shook his head helplessly: "It's okay to learn something new, but it's just getting more and more unruly."
Ye Yunbiao looked at Qin Hao in surprise. Gong Baosen's look meant that the reason why he let his daughter go to the new school was because he followed this young man's suggestion.
This made Ye Yunbiao have a strong interest in Qin Hao.
However, things had to be prioritized, and Ye Yunbiao didn't care about anything else. He used Gong Ruomei's words to persuade Gong Baosen again.
Gong Baosen thought for a long time and asked a question.
"As Mr. Ye said, if the Chinese Warriors Association and the Jingwu Association merge in the future, who will be the leader?"
China has always emphasized that if the name is not correct, the words will not go smoothly, and if the words are not right, things will be difficult to achieve. Gong Baosen is worried that he took great risks to help Ye Yunbiao, but in the end he fell into a trap. Not only was his reputation ruined in one day,
, will also become a sinner in the northern martial arts world, a reputation he cannot bear.
Ye Yunbiao heard this and said loudly: "Mr. Gong, boxing can be divided into north and south. Does the state have north and south?"
"We, revolutionaries, have been pursuing the unification of the country throughout our lives, expelling the Tartars and restoring China. If we can see that day in our lifetime, how can we distinguish between north and south?"
Gong Baosen was moved, and held Ye Yunbiao's hand: "Sir, you are so righteous! Gong admires it, and it is useful to Gong, but please give me your instructions."
"Whatever Mr. Gong said, if I can get help from him, the Northern Expedition will be successful!" Ye Yunbiao also did not forget to give Gong Baosen a high hat.
There was another round of changing glasses, and Li Cunyi soon became a little confused after drinking. Qin Hao helped him back to the room to rest. When he came out, Gong Baosen and Ye Yunbiao were already playing drunken fist in the yard.
In the end, he and Ma San carried it back one by one.
After Gong Ruomei finished eating, she finished her homework and practiced boxing in the yard. In addition to the Baguazhang routines, she also did strength training for an hour.
Ye Yunbiao also had a good impression of this little girl, so he taught her some of the essence of southern boxing. Only then did Gong Baosen end up with itchy hands, and the two played a drunken boxing scene.
"Brother, do you think the southern government is really better than the northern government?" Gong Ruomei suddenly asked.
Qin Hao was slightly startled: "Oh? What do you think?"
"Take this Mr. Ye for example. He talks a lot about righteousness, but would a person who is truly devoted to public service really talk about these things?" Gong Ruomei wiped the sweat from her forehead and panted.
Qin Hao was happy and reached out to rub her head, but Gong Ruomei tilted her head and puffed out her cheeks: "I'm not a child anymore, don't touch my head."
Well, this little girl still has a temper.
"It's good that you think so. It means studying is not in vain."
“If you want to see a person clearly, it’s not about what he says, but what he does.”
Gong Ruomei nodded thoughtfully.
Suddenly, Li Cunyi and Gong Baosen called Qin Hao into the room.
"Mr. Ye has to do some things recently. From today on, you will be responsible for his safety."
"good."
For a long time after that, Ye Yunbiao met many people, mostly boxers from the Chinese Samurai Association who served in the Beiyang Army. From their conversations, Qin Hao also learned that Ye Yunbiao's purpose of coming to Jinmen this time was to win over
, a middle- and lower-level officer who instigated rebellion against the Beiyang Army.
The reason why Li Cunyi asked Qin Hao to protect Ye Yunbiao's safety was mainly because he attracted those lower-level officers, often in some romantic places, where all three religions were mixed, and Ye Yunbiao's identity was very sensitive. Once leaked, it might be a disaster.
At first, Ye Yunbiao was murmuring in his heart, thinking that Gong Baosen had reservations about him, but after seeing Qin Hao fight with someone for the first time, he immediately dispelled all doubts.
At the same time, he also understood why both Li Cunyi and Gong Baosen admired this young man so much.
One to six, the opponent still had two pistols, but in just a blink of an eye, they all lost their fighting power. Ye Yunbiao swore that he really just blinked.
"Mr. Qin, with such skill, why don't you hold a position in the Chinese Warriors Association?" Ye Yunbiao asked curiously.
Qin Hao glanced at him lightly: "Not interested."
Ye Yunbiao:..........
In the blink of an eye, it is already a year later.
In September 1928, the Northern Expedition finally achieved victory. Zhang Zuolin led his Fengtian troops back to the Northeast in despair. The era of the Beiyang warlords came to an end.
It was also in the winter of this year that Mr. Li Cunyi's physical condition suddenly began to deteriorate. Even though Qin Hao helped him push the uterus and activate blood circulation all day long, it did not improve.
When he was dying, the old man held Qin Hao's hand.
"Boy, everyone is going to die. The old man has lived to be 81 years old. He has lived a long life and has nothing to regret."
Qin Hao took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "Master, if there is anything else you want to do, just tell me..."
The old man smiled brilliantly: "Speaking of which, there is really something I want you to do."
"You say."
"You boy, you are good at everything, but you are too ambitious. I know you don't look down on this boxer's profession, and I don't expect you to open a gym to teach apprentices. I just hope you can pass on this skill...
..."
"What if one day in the future, I can really... practice my Qi... Shouldn't we leave a hope for the people behind us..."
As Li Cunyi spoke, his breathing became increasingly chaotic and his breathing became heavier and heavier.
Qin Hao hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and said: "Okay, Master, I promise you."
"Okay, okay..."
Li Cunyi's face suddenly glowed red, and he struggled and roared to the sky.
"God, you are so stingy. We, our warriors, have been working hard all day long and have never slacked off at all. Why can't you leave a trace of life for our warriors!"
After saying this, Li Cunyi suddenly vomited blood and passed away.
Li Cunyi's funeral was held with great splendor. All the famous boxers from the whole northern martial arts world came, and his disciples also came to attend the funeral, including Xue Dian, who had been traveling abroad for many years.
Since Li Cunyi had no descendants, Qin Hao and Xue Dian, two closed disciples, held his portrait and tablet as their sons and sent him off for the last time.
"Nephew, what are your plans for the future?"
After the funeral, Gong Baosen said to Qin Hao.
"Fulfill the master's last wish, accept disciples, and pass on the art!"