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Three days later.

Fengtian Union.

The flags of Japan and Manchuria fluttered in the courtyard, and the branches of weeping willows were covered with snow.

"drink!"

Accompanied by a sharp roar, a black shadow flew up from the gate of the courtyard, and fell heavily into the newly cleaned courtyard.

Wow~

The cotton curtains in the surrounding rooms were lifted, and a dozen men with armbands rushed out, looked at their companions who had fallen to the ground, and turned their heads to the courtyard door.

This is the Fengtian Association, and Ma San is the leader of the martial arts in the three eastern provinces, who dares to come here to make trouble? Don't want to live anymore?

"Where's Ma San? Tell Ma San to come out!"

Lao Jiang walked into the yard, looking at the people blocking the main house door without fear.

"Why are you here again?"

Standing in the front row was Ma San's second apprentice, Xu Heng, who looked at Old Jiang with disdain. Two days ago, this man and the second lady of the Gong family came to the Xiehe Conference to make trouble, but was reprimanded by his master with few words. Unexpectedly, a few days later, he Here it is again, could it be that the jokes are not big enough and the Gong family is not embarrassed enough?

At this moment, a man and a woman walked in outside the porter's room.

The woman was wearing a fur coat with a blank expression on her face.

The man wears a top hat and windbreaker, and a pair of leather gloves, as if he is not afraid of the cold wind from the north.

Behind the two were Xu Heng's juniors, who surrounded them with a distance, and no one dared to make a move.

"Miss Er, could it be that what Master said last time was not clear enough? Do you want me to repeat it again?"

This was said to Gong Er, but Xu Heng kept his eyes on Lin Yue.

Of course the second lady of the Gong family understood, otherwise she would not have left easily last time, but this time... If there is a difference, it is the man standing next to Gong Er.

Except for Lao Jiang, all the relatives in the Gong family opposed her seeking revenge on Ma San. Now that there is one more man, how dare they come to seek revenge again? It's funny.

Gong Er ignored him, looked at the main room and said, "Brother, come out."

After a while, a leisurely voice came from behind the curtain: "Junior Sister, Xu Heng has already made his words very clear. I let you back again and again, just to save some face for your palace family. I never thought...you are determined to smash the signboard that the old man earned during his lifetime."

Gong Er said calmly: "Ma San, the person who will settle accounts with you today is not me."

This made Ma San's apprentices all stunned, it wasn't her who came looking for trouble, who was it? Ginger? Or……

Shua~

The cotton curtain was opened, and a person came out of the room.

"It's you!"

The moment he saw Lin Yue, Ma San's face changed. How could he forget the man in front of him.

This is the man who defeated him in Foshan Jinlou, Gong Baosen trained him like a dog for this matter, and kicked him out of Foshan after it was over.

It was he who helped the old man at the northern retreat ceremony, and Lin who helped the old man at the southern retreat ceremony.

Formally speaking, the two should indeed be competitors.

But... Competitors belong to competitors, Gong Er is not qualified to take back the things of the Gong family, and Lin Yue is naturally even more ineligible. No one knows that he is the heir of Wing Chun, and he studied under Liang Bi, the son of Liang Zan.

"Junior Sister, are you joking?"

"Ma San, you thought that the Gong family would not be qualified to collect debts from you if you colluded with the elders in the family. Unfortunately, you have missed someone."

"Who am I missing?"

Gong Er said: "You have missed my father's big brother Ding Lianshan."

The mustache on Ma San's face moved a few times: "Ding Lianshan? Isn't he dead?"

For more than 30 years, Ding Lianshan has never returned to the Northeast, and there is no trace of his deeds in the rivers and lakes. People in Xingyimen and Baguamen think he is dead.

"The uncle is not dead." Gong Er said: "You don't know, in 1936 in Jinlou, Foshan, when you were fighting with the southern boxer, many people couldn't find my father. In fact, he went to see the uncle. .”

Ma San's face turned ugly, not only because Gong Er's words brought back that unpleasant memory, but also because he realized that things seemed to be out of his control.

"So, you mean... Uncle Master is coming back?"

Gong Er said: "Uncle Master didn't come back, it was his apprentice who came back."

Ma San shifted his gaze to Lin Yue's face: "You mean him?"

Gong Er did not speak.

Not speaking is the default.

Xu Heng and the others all looked at Lin Yue.

"Some people say that the gist of Xingyiquan is to make progress rather than stop. Others say that the gist of Xingyiquan is to chase after the wind and never let go. I don't know which viewpoint Mr. Ma agrees with more."

Ma San laughed, and laughed back with anger, a guy who played female boxing actually came to discuss the masculine and powerful Xingyi boxing essentials with him.

"Mr. Lin, if Mr. Liang knows that you have deceived your master and exterminated your ancestors and turned to your uncle's sect, I don't know what the nine springs will think."

Lin Yue said, "Who told you that I learned Xingyiquan from Mr. Ding?"

While speaking, he took off his leather gloves and patted them against the wind.

Crack, crack, crack~

The sound is not loud, but very clear.

After a few breaths, a person squeezed out from the crowd around the door, holding a food box in his hand.

Sanjiangshui looked at this side and that side, put the food box in front of the steps, said, "It's so murderous", and hurriedly smeared oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away.

Ma San winked at the disciples around him, and Xu Heng walked over to open the food box.

There is a bowl of soup inside, still hot and misty.

"It's not easy to catch a snake in the twelfth lunar month. I came all the way from Guangdong, and I didn't bring any gifts. I made a special dish to nourish Mr. Ma. Try it and see if it's the same as the one I ate three years ago. smell."

After listening to Lin Yue's words, Ma San immediately realized.

Back then at the banquet in the Golden Tower, Gong Baosen disappeared after eating the snake soup. He still remembered that it was Lin Yue who brought the food to the table.

Lin Yue handed the leather gloves to Gong Er, looked at Ma San and said coldly: "Now, am I qualified to help Mr. Gong clean up the house on behalf of Mr. Ding?"

Ma San didn't know what to say.

His apprentices suddenly realized that Mr. Lin had such a relationship with the elder of Xingyi Bagua Sect.

Let's talk about master and apprentice, it's a bit strange. Let’s say they are not masters and apprentices. They have the essence of passing on skills. Although they are not martial arts, they are cooking. The key is that this kind of relationship is so strong that you still can’t make sense of it. This is very disgusting.

Lin Yue saw Ma San's face constantly changing: "What? Are you scared?"

"Afraid?"

Ma San rolled up his sleeves and walked down the stairs.

"I, Ma San, have never been afraid of anyone in my life. Last time in Jinlou, you had the advantage of good location and people. Today I want to see what you have learned. Dare to come to my three eastern provinces to show off your might."

As he spoke, he made a Xingyi fist gesture.

Lin Yue stepped back slightly with one foot, and his moves were a bit weird. His right fist and left palm were not Wing Chun's way.

Ma San frowned, but didn't say anything, his eyes sank, and he stepped forward and punched out with one move.

Lin Yue's eyes slanted slightly, his body moved slightly, and when the incoming punch approached his body, his elbow slammed down.

Ma San hits empty.

At this time, he turned around suddenly, and pushed out with a single move.

The palm wind whistled, with momentum like a rainbow.

Ma San's expression didn't change, and he raised his other hand, using his arm to block the palm that was slapping the door in front of him, and at the same time retreated with his strength, kicking up and sweeping.

Xingyiquan, swallow shape, stepping forward and flying feet.

Lin Yue didn't evade or give way, he lunged and rode away, elbowing hard to resist.

puff.

Sweeping his legs and being checked, Ma San took a big step back with a puzzled expression on his face.

He hadn't forced out Lin Yue's Wing Chun, and his opponent's fighting style was completely different from the changeable style during the Golden Tower Banquet.

At this time, Lin Yue turned sideways slightly, changed his footwork, and waved to him: "After warming up, come again."

Ma San watched his posture change again, shouted loudly, and punched straight in with both hands.

In the eighth form, the green dragon comes out of the water.

Eight forms, Aobu Paoquan.

One punch, two punches, three punches, the fists with full strength constantly greeted the opponent.

Lin Yue's punches turned soft, piercing and intercepting, twisting and tricky, seemingly dangerous, but in fact he easily and freely defuse Ma San's attack.

Old Jiang's eyebrows twitched as he watched Lin Yue's palms.

Wearing sleeves to pick and beat, pushing the window to look at the moon, running around...

These are all the moves of the Gong Family Baguazhang.

When did he use it so skillfully?

Gong Er's hand holding the leather glove became tighter and tighter. Lin Yue has never used Wing Chun, boxing or muay thai, which is completely different from the fighting style of the two in the Jinlou confrontation.

It's not that he gave up the idea of ​​"it doesn't matter whether it's Eastern or Western, Chinese or foreign, as long as it's easy to use", he did it on purpose.

Use Gongjia's Xingyiquan and Baguazhang to avenge Ma San.

"not good."

When Gong Er was slightly distracted, Lao Jiang's expression changed, and he saw Ma San suddenly shaking his wings like a golden rooster to shake off Lin Yue's sticky beating, aiming at Kongmen and slamming forward with a knee.

The eyes of Ma San's apprentices lit up.

In terms of understanding of the two martial arts of the Gong family, President Ma, who has been immersed in this way for 30 years, can't be compared with the Southern barbarian who became a monk halfway through.