Ba Dandeng's always smiling face was full of astonishment. He looked at Qin Hao and then at Mo Guangping, who was lying on the ground half-dead.
Isn't this right? Is it reasonable for their positions to be swapped?
There were forty on our side and three on the other side. No, judging from the scene, Qin Hao was the only one. The other two had just come down from the eaves of the second floor.
One person fights forty? Not even the chivalrous novels of the Qing Dynasty would dare to write like this, right?
The key is that these forty on our side are not ordinary people. They are all boxers in their prime years in the Guangdong martial arts world. They can usually beat three or five boxers of the same age, but now they were beaten like this.
This is too appalling.
Who is this young man in front of me?
According to the news brought back from Mo Guangping, this young man is not very famous in the northern martial arts world and has no impressive achievements. He is just using his reputation as a disciple of Li Cunyi to bluff others.
That's why the other four factions agreed to lend people to Mojiaquan. The southern martial arts community also wanted to use this matter to give the "Five Tigers" who went south to open martial arts schools a show of strength and let them know whose territory this was.
However, all these plans came to nothing.
Not only did he fail, he was also severely slapped in the face.
This is a situation that the entire southern martial arts world has never expected.
At this moment, the eight lamps suddenly appeared on the wine table, and Gong Baosen always looked like an old god.
"Is this the secret weapon of the Northern Martial Arts?"
For a moment, Ba Lan Deng felt numb all over. As a white paper fan in the southern martial arts world, his brain was not enough.
A muffled groan, followed by the sound of broken bones, brought the eight lights back to reality.
"You...how dare you kill him..."
At this time, Mo Guangping's entire sternum collapsed completely, he was vomiting blood, and he died instantly.
Before Eight Lamps could react, Qin Hao had already grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
The eight lamps' chubby bodies and limbs were kicking around like a turtle struggling crazily on the chopping board.
Qin Hao shouted in a cold voice: "Why don't I dare? If you keep nagging me, I'll kill you too!"
He was almost suffocated by the eight lamps, and his fat face was red due to lack of oxygen. What frightened him even more was the murderous aura emanating from the young man in front of him. He had never felt such a terrifying murderous aura in the veterans who had been fighting for many years.
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"How many people did he kill?"
Just when Eight Lanterns was about to suffocate and go into shock, a voice brought him back to life.
"Let him down."
When the eight lanterns regained their breath and got up from the ground, they were shocked to realize that Gong Baosen and his party had arrived at some unknown time.
"Dad, there are so many of them bullying one senior brother." Gong Ruomei grabbed Gong Baosen's hand and complained.
Ba Deng and the other living Mojia Quan disciples couldn't help but smile bitterly. Who bullied whom? They were the ones who were beaten down, right?
Gong Baosen walked up to Qin Hao and patted his shoulder: "How are you, are you okay?"
"It's a little scratched."
Qin Hao's understatement made the Mojia Quan disciples even more embarrassed. They had paid such a painful price and only allowed the opponent to scratch their skin.
"Okay, let me handle this. You go back to the hotel and have a rest first. I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."
After Qin Hao and his party left, Ba Deng smiled bitterly at Gong Baosen and said: "We have more than 20 good players who have been unable to get out of bed for at least a year, and one of them died..."
"That's because their skills are inferior to others. You can't blame my nephew for being too harsh, right?" Gong Baosen raised his hand to interrupt.
There is nothing wrong with this. If you hit one for forty people, why do you still ask people to stop the order? Even after saying this, he felt that it was unreasonable.
"What do you want?"
"On the opening day of the martial arts gym, all the prominent figures in the southern martial arts world will personally send congratulatory gifts!"
"This is impossible!" Eight Lanterns exclaimed. They put their hands into their own pots, and they were asked to take the initiative to hand over the meat to them. How aggrieved is this?
"I'm not negotiating with you. Go back and tell them that if one family doesn't come on the opening day, don't blame me for exposing what happened today." Gong Baosen left without saying a word.
The eight lanterns left to clean up the mess could only allow the Mojia boxing master who was still able to move to take Mo Guangping's body back, while he called a rickshaw and rushed to the Jinlou.
After entering the door, Eight Lamps went straight to the top floor, walking like flying along the way, and quickly entered the box at a speed that far exceeded his fat body.
"How's it going over there? Did Gong Baosen say anything?"
Facing the old man's question, Ba Deng gasped and drank a large pot of water.
"We lost. Gong Baosen asked us to bring congratulatory gifts on the opening day of the Five Tigers martial arts gym."
Everyone in the box frowned when they heard this.
"Isn't it just that he was crippled as a nephew? He is not a direct disciple, so there is no need to compensate him like this, right?"
"Yes, isn't this Gong Baosen a lion with a big mouth?"
Everyone was talking a lot, and Eight Damp finally regained his breath and waved his hands repeatedly: "It wasn't him who lost, it was us who lost."
"What? Us?"
"Impossible, how could we lose? Gong Baosen personally took action?"
Faced with everyone's doubts, Ba Deng could only describe the situation at the scene with a grimace.
This shocked everyone.
They knew very well what the strength of the boxers sent this time was. Such a powerful fighting force, forty to one, actually lost.
If they hadn't known that the Eight Lanterns wouldn't dare to joke about such a thing, they would certainly not have believed that such a ridiculous thing could happen.
"You said that boy single-handedly beat down all the people we sent and killed Mo Guangping?"
"Although I didn't see the process with my own eyes and don't know how he did it, I swear on my master's behalf that he was really the only one. When Gong Baosen rushed there, he had already finished the lighting." Eight lanterns were lit in a burst.
Only by swearing and swearing did everyone believe that he was not lying.
Plop, plop, Hong, Liu, Cai, Zhu and Mo, the heads of the five sects, fell down on their chairs one after another.
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The rest of the people also looked at each other in confusion, and the whole box was in chaos. This was an ending that no one expected.
In their expectation, Qin Hao was defeated and captured, Mojiaquan regained his position and vented his anger, and they gave the northern martial arts a powerful blow. Gong Baosen could only hold his nose and bear it when he saw that the rat was being thrown into the trap.
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But now it's good, they seem to take the initiative to put their face in someone else's slap, and the slap makes a slap in the face, but they can't get angry yet.
After all, one of forty people can still lose. If word of this spreads, their southern martial arts community will be really disgraced.
"I want him to pay for my nephew's life!" the leader of Mo Family Quan said through gritted teeth.
An old man beside him patted his shoulder and sighed: "This matter needs to be discussed in the long run."
"Yes, it would be disgraceful to continue making trouble."
The head of Mojia Quan said angrily: "Respectability? How can I, Mojia Quan, have any dignity now? I'm afraid you just want Mojia Quan to become a laughing stock!"
"What are you talking about?"
"That's right, we kindly advise you, but you still don't appreciate it. If you really can't swallow this, then declare a challenge to that kid named Qin, sign a life and death certificate on the ring, and take back your face."
The box fell into complete chaos.
"Okay, shut up! People are knocking on your door, and you are still fighting among yourself. Isn't it a shame?"
A fat old man slammed the tea cup in his hand to the ground, slapped the table and yelled angrily.
Then everyone gradually became quiet.
"Mr. Lin, what do you think we should do about this matter?"
"Yes, Mr. Lin, please come up with an idea."
Lin Shirong's hair was now gray and he had many age spots on his face. He looked very old, but his eyes were very sharp. He glanced at the crowd and pondered for a moment.
"You have to admit when you make a mistake, and you have to stand upright when you are beaten. Since you can't beat someone, let's just be a favor. It can also show that we are magnanimous. Don't forget that our southern boxing also needs to be spread to the north!"
"Well, Mr. Lin is right. If the fight continues, I'm afraid the Republic of China government will intervene."
"Yeah, let's forget it. Peace is more valuable."
In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that with Qin Hao's terrifying combat power of one to forty, no one could defeat him. But if there was a possibility of winning, how could they willingly give gifts to their opponents?
Jianghu is not only about human relationships, but also about fighting and killing.
If you can't beat me, let's talk about worldly things. If you can beat me, then I'll talk nonsense with you!
On the other side, Gong Ruomei looked at the bruises on Qin Hao's back and was very angry: "This southern martial arts community doesn't have any ethics at all. So many people beat my senior brother, and I don't even want to lose face."
Gong Baosen smeared the bruise medicine wine with his hands, rubbed it to warm it, and then applied it to the injured area of Qin Hao's back to help him push the palace blood.
The so-called uterine massage to activate blood circulation is actually similar to the principle of massage. The difference is that the effect of massage is on the surface. It is similar to massaging the epidermis and acupuncture points to push away congestion and muscle swelling in the body, and then utilizes the body's self-recovery function.
, metabolize congestion out of the body.
Pushing the uterus and activating blood circulation transmits the force through the epidermis, directly to the blood vessels and meridians, thereby promoting blood circulation and improving body metabolism.
To achieve this, the requirements and control of the strength are very strict. If the strength is used too much, it is likely to cause more injuries, and if it is used less, it will have no effect.
Just for a moment, sweat started to appear on Gong Baosen's forehead. After all, he was already nearly fifty years old at this time, and his physical strength had long passed its peak.
"Oh, I'm getting old after all." After Gong Baosen finished pushing Qin Hao and invigorating blood circulation, he took the hot towel handed over by Lao Jiang and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but shake his head laughing at himself.
After Qin Hao put on his clothes, he sat up from the bed. Gong Ruomei also thoughtfully handed over a towel. This scene made Gong Baosen feel slightly sour.
"It doesn't matter if you are old. If our generation is not old, how will you newcomers get ahead?"
"Uncle Master, if you have anything to say, just say it."
Gong Baosen laughed: "Okay, then I will tell you directly."
"I hope you can accept a southerner as a disciple."
Before Qin Hao spoke, Gong Ruomei was unhappy: "Dad, why do you have to recruit people from the south to recruit disciples? Isn't it better for us northerners to have big bones and talents in martial arts?"
"She's just a girl after all. She's too small." Gong Baosen sighed, and then just looked at Qin Hao and smiled without saying a word.
"Uncle Master, what you mean is that you want to support my disciple to become the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance, and then promote the integration of the Northern and Southern Martial Arts?"
"That's right, I knew you could understand what I meant." Gong Baosen patted his thigh and said with great relief.
Qin Hao doesn't mind whether his apprentice is from the south or the north. His request is very simple, as long as the talent is good enough.
Suddenly, Qin Hao thought of someone, but at this time, it seemed that Ye Wen had already become a disciple of Chen Huashun, and he was several years older than him. It seemed unlikely that he would switch to a disciple.
"I'm afraid, my disciples, they won't approve."
Gong Baosen waved his hand: "Then hit them until they approve, just like you did today!"
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In the next two months, Gong Baosen and the other five tigers worked intensively to prepare for the opening of the martial arts gym, while Qin Hao "kept his promise" and approached Hong, Liu, Cai, and Zhu.
Qin Hao's request was also very simple. He wanted to use the secret books of these four sects on meridians and acupuncture points.
One characteristic of Southern Boxing is that "medicine and martial arts are not separated". The most famous one is of course Wong Fei Hung. In fact, the first generation master of Wing Chun, Liang Zan, also opened a medicine shop.
At first, these four families naturally refused to show Qin Hao the secret books that had been passed down by the sect for many years.
There was no other way, Qin Hao could only use force to solve the problem again. At this time, the four heads realized that those disciples did not lie, this guy was really a monster.
In the end, under Qin Hao's powerful force, the four families agreed to let Qin Hao view the secret book, but only for a short period of time and promised not to spread it outside.
With the existence of Alpha Dog, even just glancing at it is not a problem. As for the side stories, he has no intention of passing them on to his apprentices. After all, not everyone has cheats like him. It would be good for his apprentices to learn martial arts.
Already.
However, what makes Qin Hao a little disappointed is that these so-called secret books about meridians and acupuncture points are just some experience summaries of predecessors. There is no secret method for cultivating "qi". It only gives Qin Hao some knowledge about meridians and acupuncture points.
A deeper understanding.
As for acupuncture, Qin Hao feels that it is more like the hidden mechanism of the human body. Once these hidden mechanisms are squeezed with a certain force, they will be transmitted to the body, allowing the body to respond accordingly. At least in this world, he has not yet found a way to
The method of resisting and being unable to move.
Two months later, five martial arts schools opened one after another. On the day of the opening, martial arts practitioners from the southern martial arts gathered to send congratulatory gifts. On the surface, it seemed like they were enjoying themselves, but in fact, there was already an undercurrent.
The warlords of Guangdong and Guangxi are not fools. They see the southern government planting nails in their own territory. They just have to turn a blind eye because they need the financial support of the southern government.
Since he still had to stay in the south for a long time, Gong Baosen simply found a new school for Gong Ruomei. At first, Gong Ruomei was not used to it because during class, the teacher spoke in Cantonese and she couldn't understand it at all.
She could only come back after school and ask Qin Hao to tutor her.
