"Stop, you ruined our place, and you just want to walk away like this?"
"That's right, we can't let them leave like this!"
When the disciples of Mojia Quan heard the comments from the surrounding audience and saw Qin Hao and Gong Ruomei looking calm and calm, they were all filled with indignation and quickly gathered around.
"Let's see who dares!" Lao Jiang shouted angrily, and the moment he pulled out the sword from his waist, he let out a soft moan.
Facing the gleaming sharp blade, the fledgling Mojia Quan disciples did not dare to make any mistake, but they still surrounded the three of them and yelled and cursed.
"stop!"
The middle-aged man who had just been knocked off the ring by Qin Hao finally recovered. With the help of a disciple, he came to Qin Hao, reluctantly raised his hand, gritted his teeth and said: "Your Excellency has profound skills, and I, Mo Guangping, am no match for him.
, but my Mojia Quan is not without people, we will meet again in the mountains and rivers, and we will see you again in the future!"
"let's go!"
After saying that, Mo Guangping led a group of Mojiaquan disciples and left angrily.
Gong Ruomei suddenly pulled Qin Hao's sleeve with a grimace: "They won't complain to my father, right?"
"It's too late to know that I'm afraid now." Qin Hao stretched out his hand and rubbed Gong Ruomei's head, making her long black and smooth hair look like a bird's nest. The little girl was so angry that she chased Qin Hao and hammered her on the back.
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While fighting all the way, watching the martial arts performances of various sects from time to time, Gong Ruomei also took the opportunity to ask Qin Hao some questions.
"Senior brother, they all say that internal boxing is more powerful than external boxing. Is this true?"
Qin Hao said disdainfully: "In fact, on the contrary, foreign boxing is often more fierce in actual combat. You have also practiced Tai Chi for three months. It is difficult for you to fight against someone who has practiced Hong Quan for three months, because
Tai Chi’s requirements for basic skills are too strict. After three months of Tai Chi, I haven’t even touched the threshold, but after practicing Hong Quan for three months, I already have a certain fighting ability.”
"Ah? Then why does internal martial arts have a higher status than external martial arts?" Gong Ruomei asked doubtfully.
"The advantage of Neijiaquan is that it pays more attention to the development of the body, especially the training of fascia and internal organs. You see, many masters of Neijiaquan can still fight with others in their sixties or seventies, but there are very few people who practice foreigner's boxing.
At such an old age, he is still capable of fighting."
"Take Yang Style Tai Chi as an example. It took three generations of the Yang family to change Yang Style Tai Chi from a small frame to a large frame, so that dignitaries and dignitaries can also practice it. The effect is effective, and the influence will naturally increase."
"At least that's how it is in this world."
In Qin Hao's view, if you can't practice "qi", there is not much difference between internal boxing and external boxing. In terms of techniques and moves, each sect has its own advantages and disadvantages. This is why people like Sun Lutang are like this
A generation of masters often combine the strengths of hundreds of schools, and after mastering them, they create a boxing technique that is more suitable for them.
The saying goes: There is no superior technique, but there is a depth of skill. This is the truth.
If a technique can be passed down from generation to generation, it must have its own uniqueness. However, people's physical fitness is different. If the same technique is practiced by another person, the effect will be completely different.
How do you say that? The gap between humans may be much greater than the gap between humans and dogs.
Gong Ruomei looked at Qin Hao in confusion, wondering what he meant by "this world". Could there be another world?
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At night, the Nanyue Guild Hall was brightly lit, and a group of men dressed as warriors were seated in five camps: "Hong, Liu, Cai, Li, and Mo".
Mo Guangping covered his chest, walked to the center, and said through gritted teeth: "The Xingyi Bagua Sect has gone too far to bully others. We will take back this place no matter what."
Compared with the indignation of the Mojiaquan disciples, the other disciples seemed calm and even a little contemptuous.
In fact, they had heard about the matter. The boxers present looked down upon Mo Jiquan being kicked out of the gym by a little girl and a young man in his twenties.
As a warrior, if you don't have the strength to speak, you will have no weight.
"It's natural to regain the position, but as far as I know, brother Guangping is already the best fighter in Mojiaquan's trip to Nanjing. Even you were defeated..." Liujiaquan
An old man said calmly.
The other three families also agreed, and had no intention of helping Mojia Quan regain its position. After all, helping Mojia Quan regain its position would not only be of no benefit to them, but would also likely offend Gong Baosen, who was at the height of his power. It was not cost-effective.
Hearing this, Mo Guangping felt another burst of pain in his chest, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Masters and uncles, we Hong, Liu, Cai, Li, and Mo are collectively known as the Five Famous Boxers of Guangdong. From the perspective of outsiders, they are one. Today, my Mo Boxing was defeated. Do you know what the audience said?
What?"
"They say that to learn boxing, you have to learn from the most famous ones. For a small sect like ours, practicing is in vain and is a waste of time."
"This is not only a matter for my Mo family, but also for the reputation of our entire Guangdong martial arts community. Now that Gong Baosen has taken the position of director of the Nanjing Guoshu Museum, the reputation of the Xingyi Bagua Sect will only grow in the future.
, what if one day in the future, Gong Baosen spreads Northern Boxing to our south? Doesn’t this have anything to do with you? "
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the warriors present changed.
Everyone here supports their families by opening martial arts gyms and recruiting apprentices. There are only a few people who are willing to pay money to practice boxing. If there are more martial arts gyms, their business will naturally decline.
Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents. Once one's own vital interests are involved, the other four families will also become nervous.
"I heard that Gong Baosen is a very capable person, maybe he will actually do this!"
"Yes, he can merge the two sects of Xingyibagua. It seems that he is not a peaceful master."
Everyone murmured for a while and turned to look at Mo Guangping.
"Do you have any idea?"
Mo Guangping clasped his fists at everyone: "We must let Gong Baosen give us an explanation for this matter, otherwise the martial arts world will be in chaos."
"Well, let's do it this way. Let's see what Gong Baosen says first."
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After Gong Baosen learned about this, he also had a headache for a while. He had finally managed to balance the contradiction between the northern and southern martial arts factions. Once this matter is not handled well, I am afraid it will
It caused dissatisfaction among the entire southern martial arts community.
"Tell her to come see me!"
"It's Master."
Ma San came to the door soon, and Gong Ruomei looked at Qin Hao with a bitter face.
"Okay, stop pretending, I'll go with you to see your uncle." Qin Hao tapped Gong Ruomei's eyebrows angrily.
Gong Ruomei chuckled, but her face was not as worried as before, it was full of pride that her plan had succeeded.
In the Nanjing Guoshu Museum, Gong Baosen was sitting on a chair, looking at the documents attentively, as if he didn't see Ma San and Gong Ruomei come in.
However, after seeing Qin Hao also coming in, he sighed and said helplessly to Qin Hao.
"This child's lawless temper will cause big trouble in the future if he is not taught a lesson."
Gong Ruomei lowered her head, pursed her lips, and raised the tip of her fair nose, feeling unhappy.
Qin Hao rushed to Gong Baosen and saluted with clasped fists: "Uncle Master, I am also responsible for this matter. I will take care of how Mojia Quan wants to solve it."
"Alas." Gong Baosen sighed and did not answer directly, but said slowly with his hands behind his back.
"Actually, Brother Ye and I intend to have more exchanges between the northern and southern martial arts schools and eliminate the barriers. We have already formulated a plan to spread the northern martial arts to the south. But when you do this, it seems that we are deliberately planning it."
Qin Hao's heart moved. Ye Yunbiao was not a simple martial artist. He also had an identity as an official of the Republic of China government. His carefully formulated plan was obviously not just about spreading the boxing skills from the north to the south.
The warlords of Guangdong and Guangxi have always maintained a very delicate relationship with the Republic of China government, and there is a tendency to listen to the tune rather than the propaganda. However, the Republic of China government currently does not have enough strength to integrate Guangdong and Guangxi to avoid causing a chain reaction. After all, warlords from all over the country are at this time.
Supporting the soldiers' self-respect, one move can affect the whole body, and the Republic of China government did not dare to deal with them in a big way.
As for the spread of Northern Boxing to the South this time, as a folk behavior, it will not attract the attention of the warlords in Guangdong and Guangxi. When the time comes, add some sand into it and save it for the future, which will always have some effect.
Seeing that Qin Hao didn't answer, Gong Baosen had no choice but to get straight to the point: "This time, Northern Fist is spreading to the South, you can go too."
"Okay." Qin Hao agreed after thinking for a while. Last time he traveled to most of China, but it did not include Guangdong and Guangxi. He also wanted to see if there were any hidden masters in Guangdong and Guangxi.
"Well, I'll let Ma San'er inform you when the matter is settled."
Gong Ruomei was about to sneak out with Qin Hao, but was stopped by Gong Baosen.
"If you do anything wrong, I'll punish you by copying the Book of Changes a hundred times with a brush. Leave it to me tomorrow. If you miss a word, watch your butt!"
"Ah~~~"
All day long, Gong Ruomei had been copying with a sad face. Gong Baosen forced her to write only with calligraphy, which made her very awkward as she was used to using a pen. She accidentally dropped ink on the paper.
, and have to write it again.
Qin Hao was sitting cross-legged on the futon, completely ignoring Gong Ruomei's look for help. His own father taught his daughter that he should not interfere.
In the next half month, Qin Hao almost didn't go out. One benefit of practicing Taoist sex skills is that it really allows Qin Hao to get rid of distracting thoughts. When his brain is clear and clear, he basically doesn't notice the loss of time. Sometimes, Qin Hao suddenly
Sitting there for a whole day made him feel as if only an hour or two had passed.
Gong Ruomei was also given a grounding order, but she couldn't take any time off and practiced martial arts in the yard all day. At first, she also tried to meditate like Qin Hao, but either she was too bored and couldn't sit still after a few minutes, or
I just sat there and fell asleep, my legs were numb all the time.
In the past half month, Gong Baosen and Ye Yunbiao finally came up with a plan to "spread Northern Boxing to the South". Of course, in order to appease the southern martial arts people, they also formulated a plan to "spread Southern Boxing to the North".
Naturally, this plan was fiercely debated by the two groups of martial arts people, and there was great resistance to its advancement. However, with the strong alliance of Gong Baosen and Ye Yunbiao, the plan was finally settled.
However, Mo Guangping made a request, that is, to set up an arena in Guangdong and fight Qin Hao again.
After seeking Qin Hao's opinion, Gong Baosen agreed.
In addition, the southern martial arts community has also imposed certain restrictions on the "Northern Chuan Chuan of Northern Quan", which stipulates that no more than five martial arts schools can be opened in the south. Similarly, the "Northern Chuan of Southern Quan" cannot exceed this number.
Gong Baosen fought for it for a while, but seeing that the other party was resolute, he had no choice but to agree.
In order to express his sincerity, Gong Baosen also made a special trip to Guangdong and finally negotiated the specific details of the "Five Tigers Going to Jiangnan".
Of course, this is just a plan, and it will take at least a year before it is actually implemented.
The southern martial arts world, which was originally like a stagnant water, became agitated because of the "Five Tigers went to Jiangnan".
The southern boxers all said that when the "Five Tigers" arrive in Guangdong and Guangxi, they will be allowed to see the power of southern boxing.
As for Qin Hao and Gong Ruomei, they returned to Jinmen early. Gong Ruomei's summer vacation was almost over and school was about to start. Qin Hao still stayed at home, living an ordinary life of meditating, practicing boxing, and cultivating both life and life.
In the blink of an eye, it is already a year later, and it is another summer.
Gong Baosen led a team of fifteen people to Guangdong and Guangxi, and the first stop was naturally Guangdong.
"Haha, curators, you have been working hard all the way. We have some wine in the Jinlou, and I would like to invite you to enjoy it." A fat middle-aged man said with a smile and cupped his hands.
Gong Baosen also raised his hands to the other party: "Please."
Along the way, the slightly fat man talked to Gong Baosen with a bright smile. Although he seemed to be careless, he was actually testing the reality of the "Five Tigers".
"By the way, I don't know your surname?" Gong Baosen calmly chatted for a few words and then asked.
"My nickname is not worth mentioning, but I had a bandit nickname when I was young: Eight Lanterns."
Gong Baosen's heart was moved: "Is it possible that you are the one in the legend who has mastered the Sky Splitting Palm to the extreme and can extinguish eight lamps in the air?"
"Haha, Mr. Gong is really knowledgeable. Even a nobody like me knows how to laugh at everything." The fat man still had a smiling expression, but there was an imperceptible light flashing in his eyes.
Qin Hao's heart moved. He didn't really believe that the Splitting Palm could hit people from a distance, but it was indeed not an easy task to extinguish eight lights with one palm. Speed and strength were indispensable.
Obviously, people are not as unknown as he said.
"Wow, senior brother, it's so beautiful here."
After the carriage stopped, "Eight Lanterns" led the group into a building.
This building may not seem very impressive from the outside, but when you go inside, it is splendid, and the decoration inside also draws on many foreign styles, giving it a bit of a combination of Chinese and Western styles.
At first glance, it is worth a lot of money.
"Eight Lanterns" led the group of people all the way upstairs, not forgetting to introduce: "Everyone, this is our famous Jinlou in Foshan. Here, whether it is northern and southern cuisine or Yangzhou Shouma, there are only unexpected things, and there are no
It can’t be done here.”
"Of course, the premise is that you can afford the price."
Gong Ruomei suddenly looked up and found many women dressed up in colorful clothes looking towards her with smiles. She suddenly realized that they were ogling Qin Hao.
"Hmph, what are you looking at? What's there to see?" Gong Ruomei glared at the women.
