boom!
Ma San was hiding on a branch when the gun finally went off.
Luo Heng ignored his embarrassment and rolled on the spot to get out of the way of the oncoming arrows.
As soon as he landed on the ground, he immediately looked up and observed.
But I saw a figure, as vigorous as a monkey, rushing into the woods beside the road.
Luo Heng was shocked.
Liu Baiyuan is so agile. Could it be that Ma San missed it and missed the shot?
Then I heard Liu Baiyuan shouting over there: "Hit someone with a secret gun, you are really not a good person..."
Drop the chain at the critical moment! Luo Heng secretly complained that Ma San was not good enough.
He shouted: "Since you use bows and arrows, of course we can use guns, please don't laugh at the second brother.
"If you don't accept it, how about we all come out and have a fair fight?"
Liu Baiyuan's voice over there also changed its direction and said: "Okay, everyone, count to three, come out together, follow the rules of the world, and fight with you..."
The so-called "Zhao Le Bazi".
In fact, some martial arts have conflicts, but they don't want things to get too big and end badly if too many people die.
So each side sent a representative.
The two of them sat close to each other, with their legs and knees touching their knees, and they could tell the difference based only on their skills.
This kind of competition seems to only involve hands and feet, and the scene is much smaller.
In fact, the danger in the middle is not much less than that of meeting with swords and guns.
The two sides are so close that they cannot move their feet, which further tests their eyesight and reaction speed.
Those small boxing gyms with no-name martial arts skills are okay, but most people are only at the Ming Jin level.
The worst case scenario is that if you lose, you will be knocked out, and you will be seriously injured, but you can recover after a while.
A true master has a strong upper body. The distance of exerting force is short, and it cannot swim.
Even if the skill is deeper than the opponent, there is no way to avoid it, An Jin versus An Jin. If you win, you will easily suffer hidden injuries.
The consequences are often death or disability, but the casualties are higher than if they were to fight directly.
Therefore, fighting methods such as Hua Le Bazi are still popular among low-level martial arts.
A real sect, rarely used.
After all, there are basically no disciples that can be selected from the sect who are below An Jin.
Areas with profound martial arts heritage, such as Jinmen in the north and Foshan in the south, are home to masters, almost all of whom have accomplished martial arts across the country.
They all gathered in these two places.
If you meet a little-known person randomly, he might have been practicing hard in a small place for several years or more.
I feel that I have mastered kung fu and came here to fight for fame.
For example, Jinshan was looking for a gym half way across the street in Foshan.
Or the Fuqing Gang that is rooted in Foshan. Each gang can have several masters who have joined the dark force.
Not common elsewhere.
Chen Shi planned to open a tavern in Jinmen to recruit disciples, and it was also out of this consideration that as long as he made a name for himself in Jinmen, he would soon become famous in the world...
Liu Baiyuan proposed to slap him, which further showed that he was usually exposed to low-level martial arts and was used to this kind of treatment.
No one from a well-established family could afford to lose face and come to him to seek justice.
Although I have never played such a competition before.
Luo Heng didn't show any fear, and shouted directly: "Okay, I agree, and I will do it as you said."
"One, two..."
Liu Baiyuan didn't waste any time and started counting directly.
"three!"
After three sounds, Luo Heng rushed out, just in time to see Liu Baiyuan also come out of the darkness.
He was holding a big bow in one hand, and the arrow was resting on the string, but it was hanging down instead of being pulled apart.
It seems that this guy is still a stickler for rules.
Luo Heng spread his hands, indicating that he didn't have a gun in his hands at all.
Through the thin moonlight, you can see the other person's face clearly.
Wearing a sheep's felt hat that is not very common in the south, there is also a finger ring hanging on his wrist.
He looks very old, and his exposed temples are completely white.
"You can dodge two arrows head-on. If you are so skilled, how can you be a thief at such a young age?"
Liu Baiyuan looked at Luo Heng and sighed with a serious tone.
Luo Heng chuckled: "Old man, you keep claiming that you are a thief without even knowing the truth of the matter. Isn't it a bit impolite?"
Liu Baiyuan said, "What's the difference? No matter what the reason is, if you don't harm your wife and children, you kill everyone and set fire to the house, aren't you still a chivalrous person?"
Luo Heng was too lazy to argue with him.
He stepped forward and said: "Since you mentioned it, let's make a plan. The conditions are limited. Let's go over there and find two stone piers to start..."
Liu Baiyuan frowned and said, "Do you still have a companion? Are you not ready to come out?"
Luo Heng waved his hand: "I am enough."
Following the direction pointed by Luo Heng, the two arrived at an open space at the entrance of the village for villagers to grind.
At this time, farmers still used frames made of wood to pound rice, with stone pounding hammers and stone jars tied to the front.
Luo Hengluo raised his foot and kicked over a stone jar, knocking it upside down on the ground.
With some disgust, he found a handful of hay and wiped the bottom of the stone jar.
Then he sat on it and smiled at Liu Baiyuan: "Come on, I haven't eaten dinner yet, I'll finish it early..."
Liu Baiyuan is not verbose either.
He also kicked over a stone jar and rolled it to the opposite side of Luo Heng.
He said: "This stone jar weighs a hundred kilograms, which is no more than the stool you usually sit on. It is even more dangerous."
Luo Heng sat and watched the old man kicking the stone jar, but he saw that the old man seemed to be exerting force on the stone, but in fact he was using the tip of one of his toes.
He was always facing himself, obviously always on guard.
When the stone jar fell to the ground, the old man sat down directly.
The knees of both parties touch each other and their hands spread out to resist.
The two of them started talking without any nonsense.
The reason why the old man Liu Baiyuan said that sitting on a stone jar is more dangerous than sitting on a stool is because of the wrestling between the two sides.
Wooden stools were knocked over or were blown away by the energy.
When one side falls to the ground, the winner is determined.
The stone jar is not only heavier than the wooden bench, but also much harder.
It's much harder to decide the winner than on a stool...
The two of them each held out a hand, their forearms touching each other.
Liu Baiyuan was the first to attack, flipping his wrist and grabbing Luo Heng's chest like a snake.
If it was a normal attack, Luo Heng had several ways to use his footwork to dodge the attack and then wait for an opportunity to counterattack.
But at this time, the two of them were sitting on the stone jar.
He couldn't move his body, so he could only press his elbows down to block Liu Baiyuan's single palm.
At this time, Liu Baiyuan used his other hand to hit Luo Heng's cheek horizontally.
Luo Heng instinctively tilted his head, but then he remembered that he couldn't move his feet and only his upper body was able to avoid it. The distance was not enough at all.
He had no choice but to fight again and touch Liu Baiyuan's arm.
Liu Baiyuan's left hand, which was blocked by Luo Heng's elbow, turned over and went towards Luo Heng's waist.
These few times made Luo Heng feel it.
Fighting like this is extremely dangerous.
The venue is larger, and with the help of Bagua Wandering Dragon Body Technique, he can swim and fight.
Bajiquan emphasizes close combat and head-on contact.
Known as the best in the world in short game.
However, it’s not entirely without footwork.
Luo Heng was already used to finding opportunities in movement and exerting force while advancing and retreating.
Sitting there like this, hitting people with just your hands.
It really made him a little awkward. But the two sides were too close.
As long as you are not careful, you may be taken advantage of by the other party.
After only two or three rounds, Luo Heng felt it was difficult, and Liu Baiyuan's eyes flashed.
Suddenly his upper body tilted and his shoulders moved.
Using one hand from bottom to top, he broke into Luo Hengzhong Palace.
Luo Heng instinctively wanted to lift his foot and kick, but suddenly he remembered the rule of paddling, which is not to kick...
Hold it in forcefully.
After this delay, Liu Baiyuan's hand was in front of him.
It was now too late to make another move.
Luo Heng felt angry, what the hell was breaking the rules.
For those who practice martial arts, their hands are two doors and they rely entirely on their feet to hit people.
Sitting like this and just doing things is simply anti-human.
The guy who designed this set of rules clearly runs counter to traditional martial arts concepts.
Liu Baiyuan had a smile on his lips.
With his eyesight, he could certainly see the intention of Luo Heng's habit of making moves several times.
For those who practice martial arts, the more sophisticated their moves are, the more natural their body's instinctive reactions will be and the faster they will be.
A master like Luo Heng who has practiced two Kung Fu to great perfection.
When facing an enemy, whenever the opponent moves, his body will naturally respond.
The body thinks thoughts faster than the brain.
He was used to fighting with his hands and feet free, and this kind of fighting style, for Luo Heng, if he could exert 30% of his strength, it was considered that Luo Heng had strong enough body control.
However, just when Liu Baiyuan thought that he had won, he planned to put a palm print on Luo Heng's chest.
Then Luo Heng turned his palm, and suddenly a black gun appeared, pointing directly at Liu Baiyuan's nose.
Liu Baiyuan's hair suddenly stood up...
I was so shocked that I almost fell down.
Where did this gun come from?
He and Luo Heng were so close to each other, and the two sides had just fought very quickly, with their arms touching each other many times.
It is certain that there is no possibility of hiding a gun in Luo Heng's cuffs.
Luo Heng's hands were always in his sight from beginning to end.
No matter how hard Liu Baiyuan tried, he couldn't figure out how Luo Heng took out the gun...
boom!
A spark shot out.
Snapped!
Liu Baiyuan stamped his palm on Luo Heng's chest, and then dragged it down along Luo Heng's chest.
The body was thrown backwards and fell to the ground with a thud.
He was so close that he shot almost to the tip of his nose.
If this hit failed, Luo Heng would really suspect that there was something wrong with it.
As soon as the gunshot rang out, Ma San quickly jumped down from the tree.
He ran over in long strides.
He leaned over and glanced at the old man on the ground who had been beaten beyond recognition.
Then he said: "Totally dead..."
Luo Heng put away his gun and said angrily: "Nonsense, if he doesn't die, then he is not Liu Baiyuan, but Sun Wukong."
"Why did you shoot him right away? I thought you really wanted to compete with him."
Ma San said a little puzzled.
Luo Heng curled his lips and said: "There is no way. Their footwork is very sparse in these side martial arts, but they are really good at their skills. I am no match for them..."
Ma San said nothing more.
The two returned to the home of Shuangxi siblings.
The two gunshots just fired had frightened the siblings.
"Do you have a hoe or shovel at home?" Ma Sanyi asked immediately after entering the door.
Chun Hong stretched out a trembling hand and pointed to the woodshed in the corner of the yard.
Ma San walked over and found a pickaxe and shovel.
He threw the shovel to Luo Heng and said: "If you use a gun in a competition, it will have a bad reputation. You have to bury the person..."
Luo Heng nodded.
After taking the shovel, the two of them went out again, taking advantage of the darkness.
Just in the woods, start digging holes.
Both of them have great kung fu skills and their explosive physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary people.
A big hole was soon dug and the body was buried.
Ma San pulled some dead grass from nearby to cover the traces of digging.
He said indifferently: "This is the only way. When it rains, we can find it ourselves. We may not be able to find the place."
Luo Heng sighed: "Damn it, Liu Baiyuan's lineage is over. The martial arts practice in Jianghu has lost a lot of justice since then..."
Ma San snorted in his nose: "What is justice? He is just a charlatan who makes money for those bastards who defraud their apprentices and make money."
"Did you really show up all of a sudden to find justice for the landlord? You were just observing from the dark for a while and thought we were young, so you came out to try and take advantage of us."
Luo Heng was stunned.
Then he shook his head and said nothing.
No matter whether Ma San's guess is right or wrong.
Liu Baiyuan's inheritance was established by himself.
He had some special feelings in his heart.
If you eat the food of Jianghu, such a result is inevitable.
Previously, in order to fool Gong Er, Luo Heng once borrowed her own lines from the movie and told Gong Er.
After thousands of years of martial arts training, how many things have disappeared?
Now, I have really seen it for once.
Two large suitcases were found in the woods where Liubai Ape had previously hidden.
He also found the bow and arrow that the old man had left behind before he died.
Return to Shuangxi's home.
Chunhong was busy preparing meals to entertain Luo Heng and Ma San.
Luo Heng was sitting in the courtyard, looking up at the dark sky.
There is no moon or stars this night.
You can vaguely see the rolling shadow of dark clouds...
"What? Do you feel bad?"
Ma San silently sat next to Luo Heng and asked in a low voice.
Luo Heng shook his head and said with a smile: "During this period, a lot of people died in my hands. I wouldn't feel bad for an old man I just met."
Ma San said calmly: "Then why are you looking so shameless? Your siblings are so scared that they dare not say a word."
Luo Heng glanced towards the kitchen.
And didn't speak anymore.
In fact, what he was thinking about was that he had just beaten the old man to death.
The system actually didn’t produce a treasure chest...
Damn it, Liu Baiyuan has no ill intentions towards him? Or is it because he is going to lose and the system won't recognize him if he shoots him?
What Luo Heng is concerned about is what are the system's criteria?
Dinner was not rich.
Just a bowl of tamales and a few bowls of white rice porridge.
Just pickled and salty dried radish...
The two got off the train and didn't stop much in Cannes.
I was busy with a lot of things in the afternoon.
Luo Heng was already very hungry, so he was not picky about his food and ate it with relish.
Ma San ate more slowly and said with a smile: "This thing is called steamed bun in the north. I haven't eaten it in many years."
Luo Heng ignored him. It would be nice to eat some.
Looking at the family situation of the two siblings, it is estimated that getting this little thing will already empty out the family's wealth.
If they were wealthy, they wouldn't be forced to be humiliated in public by the landlord...
at this time.
Chunhong suddenly pulled her younger brother Shuangxi and walked to the table.
Poof, he knelt on the ground.
Luo Heng frowned and put down the half piece of steamed bun in his hand, and asked: "Didn't you kneel down this afternoon? Why kneel down again?"
Ma San didn't even look at the two of them.
A rather playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chunhong didn't answer, but kowtowed three times.
Then he whispered: "My benefactor saved us and prevented me from being raped by Mr. Wang. I should thank you no matter how much.
"It's just that Mr. Wang was beaten to death in the afternoon, and we can't stay in the village any longer. I ask my benefactor to have mercy and take us siblings away together."
"We are willing to work as cows and horses for our benefactors to repay our benefactors..."
Shuangxi was on the side, kowtowing like his sister, but remained silent.
Staring straight at Luo Heng...
Luo Heng's frown deepened, and he shook his head and said, "We are just passing through this trip. We are going to Shanghai for business, and we don't have time to take you with us."
"Ask your benefactor for mercy!"
Hearing this, Chun Hong knelt down and started kowtowing again.
Luo Heng pushed the table away irritably, stood up, and walked aside to avoid her courtesy.
"It's useless even if you smash your head. If you follow me to Shanghai, the consequences may be worse than if you stay in the village."
Ma San suddenly said: "Don't you have friends in Echeng? In this situation, they really have no way of survival if they stay in the village, why not go to Echeng?"
Luo Heng was startled.
On second thought, this is really a solution.
That guy Zhang Muzhi is a character worthy of trust.
Shen Shen said: "This is a way, my friend is quite nice, why don't you follow us to Goose City first?"
When Chunhong heard this, she just kept kowtowing: "Thank you so much for your kindness."
Luo Heng helped the two of them up and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, you can pack up tonight. Goose City is not far away. We will set off early tomorrow morning and should be able to catch lunch."
Early the next morning.
With the two siblings, each carrying a small cloth bag.
The four of them set off together, aiming for Goose City.
Chunhong and Shuangxi are locals and know the way.
A few people walked for a while and passed by a pool.
Shuangxi, who had not spoken much along the way, suddenly pointed at the water and said in surprise: "Look, what is that?"
Following the direction he pointed, the other three people glanced over.
"What? Like a house?"
Chunhong was a little confused and muttered.
"It's not a house. How can there be a house with wheels?" Ma San shook his head in denial.
(End of chapter)
