"Miss Gong, long time no see!"
Luo Heng originally thought that there would be a lot to say when we saw each other again.
But when we really saw each other again, thousands of words finally turned into a simple greeting.
"Long time no see. I came here uninvited to stay at the boxing gym for a few days. Do you mind, Master Luo?"
Miss Gong Er walked slowly down the corridor and stood in front of Pingting.
Luo Heng chuckled: "How is that possible? You can stay here as long as you want."
In fact, what he wants to say is that as long as you are willing, let alone a few days, what about dozens of days or hundreds of days?
You can be a hostess.
Just don't know why.
Facing other women, Luo Heng has almost no taboos and dares to speak and act.
When facing Gong Er, he always seems reserved.
Damn it, it must be the moon's fault.
Uh...it's daytime now, so it must be the sun's fault.
Anyway, this is a collapsed world, and the fault must not be mine, nor can it be the beauty.
Then it must be the world that is wrong.
Gong Er's eyes seemed to have stars, especially bright.
He walked to the center of the yard and took the initiative to explain: "I was originally going to wait for you on Hong Kong Island, but I came to Foshan two days ago after knowing what happened in Jinlou."
Luo Heng nodded. The last time he returned to Gongbao Sen in Foshan, Uncle Deng and others were responsible for the reception.
Ding Lianshan also met Gong Baosen while hiding in the back kitchen of Jinlou.
It shows that the friendship between them is not shallow.
Now that Uncle Deng has died at the hands of Japanese people, it stands to reason that the Gong family should indeed send someone to attend the funeral.
In fact, when Luo Heng set off from Hong Kong Island, he also thought about whether to come back with Ma San.
It's just that Ma San's current condition is not good.
Luo Heng finally decided to let him stay in Hong Kong Island.
"All encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence. I thought I could see you on Hong Kong Island, but I didn't expect to see you again in my hometown."
Luo Heng smiled, walked forward and stood opposite Gong Er.
"I've heard a lot about what you did in Shanghai, Master Luo, and you did such a heroic deed. My dad also told me in the letter that he was right about the person..."
If other people said such things, Luo Heng would just admit it without hesitation.
But when Gong Er said it, for some reason, he always felt a little guilty.
He chuckled and said, "Mr. Gong is over-praised. How am I a hero? I'm just following the trend of the times."
In this world, because of Luo Heng's existence, Ma San's betrayal and becoming a traitor did not happen.
Gong Er's life trajectory is completely different from that in the movie.
This also allowed her character to retain more of a girlish pretense, unlike in the movie where she had to smoke to numb her depression due to pain in the later stages.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked at Luo Heng and said, "Master Luo, you and I still have a competition that we have not yet completed..."
Luo Heng smiled bitterly and shook his head.
But he didn't wait for him to say it.
Gong Er continued: "But now is not the right time. You should deal with the matters in front of you first. I will wait for you."
Luo Heng was stunned: "Do you know what I want to do?"
Gong Er nodded lightly: "Based on what you did before, it's not hard to guess.
"It's not just me, probably now, the entire Foshan, the entire South, and the entire martial arts world are looking at you..."
Luo Heng was stunned.
He really hadn't thought about this problem.
Almost everyone in Foshan knew that when his father was alive, he stayed in the Golden Tower six out of ten days.
I also have close friendships with Uncle Jin and Third Sister.
And he had fought his way up the Golden Tower step by step.
It seems that both sides have turned against each other.
But later on, Luo Heng still successfully took over from Gong Baosen, which already explained the problem.
In fact, there is another thing that Luo Heng has been ignoring.
That was the master of Baimei Boxing Gym who was killed by his third senior brother Wang Huashun.
His disciple failed to take revenge on the spot and was suppressed by Uncle Deng.
At that time, according to the rules of the world, since Uncle Deng kicked one party out of the Golden Tower, it was fair to drive Luo Heng and Wang Huashun out as well.
How could it be possible to keep Luo Heng, continue to have the opportunity, and then use his words to steal Ip Man's seat as the southern representative?
The favoritism here was almost visible to everyone present.
Therefore, in everyone's eyes, the previous falling out was basically Uncle Deng's arrangement to show off Luo Heng's abilities.
After all, if Luo Heng defeated Ip Man later with a speech promoting the martial spirit, many people would be dissatisfied.
But with more previous battles, it became clear that Luo Heng was not only superior in thinking.
His kung fu is not bad either!
Luo Heng, who had just traveled through time and was determined to be invincible in Foshan, never thought about these things in detail at that time.
Now Uncle Deng and others are dead.
On the way from Hong Kong Island to Foshan, Luo Heng thought back and slowly started to reminisce about it.
"Okay then, I'll pack up and go to the Golden Building later. When the matter is resolved, we will have a long time ahead..."
Luo Heng smiled slightly and said something.
Luo Heng felt a little uncomfortable all the way.
Gong Er nodded: "Please help yourself."
Luo Heng returned to his room and did not get any hot water.
After all, there are a few people in the boxing gym now.
Lao Jiang is Gong Er's guard.
Chen Shi is a guest.
It is not appropriate for anyone to serve you.
Luo Heng took matters into his own hands, got cold water and took a shower.
Put on a clean black suit.
Go out again.
Chen Shi, Lao Jiang, and Gong Er were all still waiting in the yard.
Luo Hengchong smiled softly at them: "I'll go to the Jinlou first..."
"Master Luo, do you want me to accompany you there?"
Chen Shi asked.
Luo Heng shook his head: "No, I'll go by myself."
After bidding farewell to the three of them, Luo Heng went out alone.
The Taishan Liao Family Quan disciple across the street changed his expression when he saw Luo Heng.
Soon Master Liao hurriedly walked out of the house: "Master Luo..."
Luo Heng turned around strangely: "Master Liao?"
"Master Luo, are you back?"
Luo Heng nodded slightly: "Master Liao, is there something wrong?"
Master Liao shook his head and said: "It's nothing, I just want to say hello. Master Luo, be careful. There are Japanese spies near the Jinlou now. Those in the patrol room are also colluding with them. All the martial arts masters who go to express their condolences will be arrested." They stopped..."
Luo Heng frowned slightly and said calmly: "Thanks for reminding me, I'll go over and take a look first..."
Master Liao nodded.
Watching Luo Heng walking towards the Jinlou alone.
"Master, will he directly take revenge?" A disciple asked subconsciously.
Master Liao thought for a while and suddenly said: "Let's go, follow us and take a look..."
Follow Luo Heng passing by Wuguan Street.
More and more people recognize him.
Many people saw Master Liao from the Taishan Martial Arts School behind them and joined the crowd surrounding the gym.
They didn't follow too closely, and Luo Heng didn't care.
When I saw the Golden Tower from a distance.
The red lanterns and colorful silks prepared for the New Year upstairs are still fluttering in the wind.
The door on the first floor was hung with white flags.
The arrangement of red on top and white on the bottom gives people a different sense of disharmony.
The closer he got to the Golden Tower, the tighter Luo Heng's brows furrowed.
With his current keen senses, he has already noticed that there are countless pairs of eyes in the dark, staring at him.
Although Luo Heng remained unmoved on the surface, he secretly became more vigilant.
Luo Heng knows better than anyone what kind of evil virtues the Japanese people have.
If the other party was playing dirty tricks here, Luo Heng would not be surprised at all.
The entrance to Jinlou, which used to be very busy in the past.
It's deserted now.
Several men in long robes silently gathered around and gradually approached Luo Heng. Judging from their positions, they showed no intention of getting out of the way.
"Today, I will only speak once. After that, I won't say anything more."
Luo Heng put his hands behind his back, his steps did not slow down at all, and he spoke slowly.
The sound wasn't loud at first, but it was enough for everyone nearby to hear clearly.
"roll!"
A rolling word outlet.
Like thunder.
The few men who came forward were slightly shocked and subconsciously stopped.
At this time, there were many martial artists following dozens of meters behind.
Then I suddenly realized that Luo Heng's voice, which seemed ordinary and indifferent, was heard so far away, as if he was speaking normally to his ear...
"this……"
Master Liao instinctively wanted to say something to the disciples around him.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that everyone was silent, with shock on their faces.
He closed his mouth again and looked at the back in front of him, his expression extremely complicated.
Luo Heng got closer and closer to those people.
So close that you can see a trace of panic in the eyes of several people.
Luo Heng's mouth slowly revealed a sneer.
From the looks of these people, he could tell that these people were patrol officers who had taken off their uniforms.
He is from China.
However, they are here now, blocking his way.
But it is showing off to the Japanese people!
On New Year's Eve, the Japanese went to the Jinlou to kill them.
Several people from Uncle Deng were killed.
But these people were nearby, blocking the martial arts masters from Wuguan Street and preventing them from going to Uncle Deng's mourning hall.
Luo Heng's eyes narrowed slightly.
The endless murderous intention contained in it has almost become the essence.
next moment.
The pace that had not changed since he walked out of the boxing gym suddenly accelerated.
Luo Heng's figure moved almost at a teleporting speed.
Passing between several people...
Then it suddenly returned to its original speed, as if nothing had changed.
And behind Luo Heng.
There were pop-pop, pop-pop, and the sound of several falling to the ground.
All the martial artists were shocked.
We are all from Foshan, and we don’t see each other when we look up.
Many people are even acquainted with those people, as neighbors, friends, or even relatives.
These people trembled and instinctively took two steps forward, wanting to step forward to check the situation.
But the movement immediately stopped again.
Nowadays, Luo Heng is so famous in the world that newspapers throughout Shanghai have even dubbed him the Messenger of Justice.
Jealous of evil as much as Qiu Luo Da Xia...
They began to subconsciously find reasons for Luo Heng in their hearts.
These people help the Japanese people...
They must have taken advantage of the Japanese...
China values the dead as the most important. These people stopped everyone from offering incense to Uncle Deng and others. It was like forgetting their ancestors...
In short, it was completely just for Luo Heng to kill them.
Whether they are those who feel sad, those who are angry because their relatives and friends were killed, or the majority of those who remain silent.
At this moment, I have thought that the wind will blow in Foshan next...
In the lobby of Jinlou.
Several coffins are arranged in sequence.
Uncle Deng, Brother Yong, Third Sister, Brother Shou...
Except for Mr. Liu Da, the entire Jinlou was deserted.
The splendid decoration, at this time, formed a strong visual contrast with the coffins that were not even painted and exposed the gray-yellow wood grain.
Because the Japanese and the patrol room teamed up to obstruct it.
The women in Jinlou had already dispersed at this time.
Mr. Liu Da's eyes were full of desolation.
If the earthen jar is not broken near the well, the general will inevitably die in battle.
How many people have come back from ancient times!
As Jianghu people, they can accept being beaten to death if their skills are not as good as others.
However, after his death, he was still bullied to such an extent that even fellow martial artists were not allowed to come to express condolences.
For the older generation of people who adhere to traditional rules, this is definitely a humiliation worse than dying directly.
Suddenly, Mr. Liu Da’s eyes moved.
Slowly raised his head.
A tall figure appeared at the door.
"Mr. Liu!"
The voice seemed far away, making Mr. Liu Da feel a little dazed.
"You... Luo Heng?!"
Suddenly he came back to his senses.
Mr. Liu Da stood up suddenly.
But all he felt was that his vision blurred, his body swayed, and he almost lost his balance.
A strong arm suddenly held him up.
"Mr. Liu, please forgive me!"
Luo Heng said softly.
This old man, the last time I saw him, was that day when the third senior brother bumped into him by mistake.
Luo Heng went to apologize on behalf of his senior brother.
At that time, although he was accidentally injured, he was still in good spirits and was still trying his best to ease the relationship between himself and Uncle Deng.
Goodbye now.
Mr. Liu Da's face is filled with vicissitudes of life and he is about to die...
But Uncle Deng was already lying in the coffin, becoming a cold corpse.
"You are in Shanghai...hey, just burn incense, it doesn't matter anymore..."
Mr. Liu Da seemed to have a lot to say to Luo Heng.
In the end it turned into a long sigh.
Luo Heng nodded.
He supported Mr. Liu Da and sat back on the chair.
Then he took a handful of incense from before the spirit.
Starting from the middle, bow respectfully in front of each coffin.
Add incense.
Mr. Liu Da stood up tremblingly again, walked to Luo Heng, and sighed: "Old Deng is dead, and Mr. Du is also... gone...
"I'm afraid this Golden Tower will soon fall into the hands of the Japanese.
"Lao Deng said before that he wants to leave this industry to you."
Luo Heng chuckled: "What do I want with this golden building?"
The corners of Mr. Liu Da's mouth moved, forming a stiff smile.
"That's right, you are now a famous hero in the world.
"It doesn't sound good to take over a business like Jinlou."
Luo Heng shook his head: "I don't care about this reputation. Uncle Liu, you'd better sit down and rest for a while, and pay more attention to your health.
"Leave the rest to me."
Mr. Liu Da was stunned: "What do you want to do?"
Luo Heng's eyes burst out with coldness: "Blood for blood, tooth for tooth..."
Mr. Liu Da looked at Luo Heng blankly.
What else do you want to say.
Luo Heng had turned around and faced the door.
He said calmly: "Uncle Liu, just sit next to Uncle Deng and watch.
"How does the prodigal son of the Luo family do things?"
After saying that, he stepped forward and stood at the door of the golden building.
At this time, I don’t know when it is outside.
Dozens of uniformed police officers were present.
The street in front of the Jinlou is surrounded by water.
In the distance, the martial arts masters on Wuguan Street were isolated from the outside.
Look here...
"Luo Heng, your wanted order in Shanghai hasn't been cleared yet, and you went to Foshan to kill someone on the street. You should be arrested quickly..."
In the patrol team, a fat man with a mustache immediately screamed when he saw Luo Heng appeared.
Luo Heng sneered: "Captured without mercy? The Japanese haven't shown up yet, but you guys jumped out first.
"That's fine. I'll sacrifice your dog's head to the deceased first, and then find the real culprit..."
Wow!
The patrolmen in the front row raised their rifles and pointed them at Luo Heng.
Just the next moment.
Luo Heng moved his feet.
In one step, he had already descended the steps in front of the Golden Tower and appeared in front of the crowd.
"Luo Heng is extremely vicious and has committed a heinous crime. Shoot him and kill him. It doesn't matter whether he is alive or dead..."
The fat man was startled and shouted an order.
It's a pity that he didn't finish his sentence.
Luo Heng had already taken the lead.
With a whip kick, several people in the front row had their guns kicked away at the same time.
People were also kicked around.
Luo Heng had already rushed into the crowd.
At Luo Heng's current level of cultivation, he is no longer limited to moves and martial arts.
I am invincible, be brave and diligent!
Rushing among people is like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.
With a casual blow and a squeeze of the body, it is a huge force.
Bang bang bang bang...
Those who flew out in an instant, those who fell to the ground, those who wailed and screamed, those who cried for their fathers and mothers...
The scene was noisy.
With anger rising in his chest, Luo Heng took action without mercy.
Wherever he passed, there was a continuous sound of bones breaking.
The fat man was already frightened and his face turned pale.
He turned around and wanted to run away.
Luo Heng had been paying attention to him, how could he let him escape?
He kicked away a guy standing in front of him and chased after him in two quick steps.
He swung his arm and hit the fat man on the head.
I originally wanted to kill this guy with one slap.
But after a second thought, Luo Heng changed his mind again.
A palm print was on the fat man's vest.
He beat the fat man forward and knocked his mouth to the ground.
Two big teeth spurted out with blood.
The fat man screamed: "Luo Heng, I... the director of the patrol room... you dare to kill me..."
How could Luo Heng pay attention to this guy's barking?
He turned around very quickly and continued to rush towards the patrolman who was still standing.
"This...master, do we want to go up and help?"
On the other side, among the many martial artists.
A disciple quietly approached the master and asked in a low voice.
In fact, during these days, everyone has been helping Japanese people in the patrol room.
I have long been resentful about preventing everyone from going to worship in front of Uncle Deng’s spirit.
It’s just that no one stands out, everyone has a family and family in Foshan.
They don't dare to really fight these people.
At this time, Luo Heng took the lead in attacking, which made all the young disciples excited.
As soon as this person asked the question, the young disciples nearby began to be eager to give it a try.
"What are you doing? Want to be a hero like others? Everyone in his Luo Boxing Gym has moved out, and now there is only an empty house left in Foshan.
"You also want to leave your hometown and move your whole family to Hong Kong Island to see the ghost's face?"
The master's words were like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head.
All the young people could only grit their teeth, clenched their fists silently, and watched Luo Heng dash left and right in the crowd...
But soon, they discovered.
No need for help at all.
It took less than half a stick of incense before and after.
Lying on the ground in front of the Jinlou door.
And that man - Luo Heng!
She was squatting in front of the fat man, pulling his hair with one hand...
"You... Luo Heng... Foshan is now Marshal Liu's territory. You have caused a big trouble... You will regret it..."
The fat man's teeth were knocked out and he couldn't stop talking.
The words were spoken forcefully, but the eyes were flickering and full of fear.
Luo Heng sneered: "Regret? Don't worry, that Marshal Liu will go find him after I take care of things here.
"I will let him know that I, Luo Heng, never do things that I regret, I only do things that you bunch of beasts will regret!"
"well said!"
A young man finally couldn't bear it anymore, clapped his hands and shouted.
Luo Heng turned around and looked over there.
The person speaking was actually an acquaintance.
It is this guy who is more famous than some of the masters in the boxing gym in Foshan.
Wu Chilin runs a teahouse.
Luo Heng still remembered that he had beaten his younger brother Sha Danyuan before.
Unexpectedly, at this time, the one who dared to stand up and support him would be him.
Luo Heng smiled lightly and did not look back.
A kick to the back.
Tiger tail feet!
Bang!
The fat man's body, which weighed more than two hundred pounds, was kicked away by this kick.
It fell heavily on the steps in front of the Golden Tower.
A mouthful of old blood spat out from his mouth.
He raised his head with difficulty, trying to prop up his body.
In the end, all we could see were the few bottles of coffins inside the gate...
(End of chapter)
