As soon as the news of Gong Baosen's death came out, Gong Er immediately rushed back after receiving the telegram. The first stop when he arrived at Fengtianhou was not the palace residence, but the waiting room of the train station, where all the elders of the Xingyi Bagua Sect were sitting.
To say that the most famous ones are none other than the Third Master and the Fifth Master.
Now, I don't know what kind of wind was blowing, but the two of them and their disciples appeared on the train going south, and they sat in front of Lin Yue.
Fifth Master said: "I heard that you studied under Liang Bi, Liang Zan's son, and you are now the number one master of Wing Chun school?"
The speech was neither urgent nor slow, with a hint of vibrato.
Lin Yue said: "I don't dare to take it seriously. Senior Brother Ip Man's Wing Chun is no worse than mine."
The Fifth Master continued: "You said that you, a southern boxer, came all the way to the north to participate in the Gong family's affairs. Didn't you stretch your hands a little too long?"
Coming, Lin Yue sighed in his heart, the good news is that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. When these old bastards and Gong Er want to seek revenge on Ma San, they think that the big hatred will be turned into a small one, and the small hatred will be turned into a small one. In the end, I wanted to let the matter go by calmly, but now that I had dealt with Ma San, I actually chased him on the train to settle the score with him. What a shame.
Lin Yue curled his lips and said: "Is it long? I don't think it is long. To borrow a question from the old man, does the fist divide the north and the south, and the country divides the north and the south? Besides, the Gong family and I have an old relationship, and I should help both emotionally and rationally. "
Fifth Master said: "You have to know that Gong Er is the one who promised to marry me."
"Aren't you still married?" Lin Yue said with a smile: "Besides, this matter has nothing to do with Gong Er's marriage."
With one sentence, Fifth Master ran out of ideas.
At this time, the third master sitting on the chair across the aisle laughed.
"Do you have an old relationship with the Gong family? You consider yourself a member of the family after learning how to make a bowl of snake soup. Who do you think you are?"
"What about you? Old dog."
When it comes to watching movies, among those immortals in the Xingyi Bagua Sect, who does he want to kill the most?
This old dog definitely ranks first.
Ding Lianshan was not around, so this old guy was the senior one. No matter how good Gong Er was, from an ethical point of view, she was a girl who was not easy to show off. He should have stood up to help his niece get justice, but what happened? It was fine not to avenge the second brother, but he still said that the whole thing was God's will.
God wants Kung Bao Mori to die! God wants Masan to defect to the Japanese! God wants Gong Er not to take revenge!
Lin Yue stood up with a pair of eight-cut knives in his hands.
"I rarely kill people myself, but today, since I'm here, don't leave."
"Ha..." The third master then stood up: "Don't leave? What a big tone. The Gong family has indeed become a bunch of unkind beasts. The apprentice killed the master, the junior sister wants to kill the senior brother, and the cook The young man wants to kill the elder in the door."
"I will kill you because you deserve to be killed." Lin Yue said: "In the matter of Ma San, Gong Er only asked about grudges, but when it comes to me, he has to ask about right and wrong."
Why did these two old guys speak for Ma San? On the surface, they were considering the reputation of the Gong family and complying with Gong Baosen's last wish. In fact, they were all making their own plans.
Gong Er said that these people have been in the Yin Gong family for many years. In other words, relying on their relationship with the Gong family, they can live as five people in six places. It was Ma San who assisted Gong Baosen in the northern retreat ceremony, and he also asked his southern buddies to take care of him in the southern retreat ceremony. Then after returning from Foshan, the old man lived a life of recuperation, which formed a Who should handle the affairs of the Yi Bagua Sect? Of course it’s Ma San.
For their own benefit, they know who they need to have a good relationship with. Now that Gong Baosen is dead, he is left with a girl with no connections and no influence. If Gong Er and Ma San have to choose a side, who will they choose? The answer is obvious, not to mention that Ma San is the president of the Fengtian Association, a man who took photos with the Emperor of Manchukuo and dined with the Japanese.
An old dog like this who is ungrateful, adapts to the situation, and even sells out the interests of the nation to become a member of the Concord Society and maintain an office of the Union. Even if he is killed, he will not even frown.
It has nothing to do with sect grievances, but to do with right and wrong, good and evil.
Third Master narrowed his eyes and said, "You are looking for death."
Lin Yue slashed his sword at the third master sitting opposite him without saying much.
No one expected that he would take action as soon as he said so. A big black man near the aisle wanted to take action to restrain him. Unexpectedly, there was a flash of light and shadow, a chill on his neck, and then blood spurted out.
He didn't scare people, he meant it.
The man fell to the ground with a thud. The third master was so frightened that he got up and ran away. He didn't look like an old man at all.
At this time, the man wearing a sheepskin hat took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed him. Lin Yue swung the dagger forward, and sent the knife forward into the person's heart. With his hand, he held down the arm that he had just swung away and pushed it back. , with a pop, it penetrated into the chest of a thin man next to him who was about to chop him.
It was the twelfth lunar month, and everyone in the car was wearing thick cotton-padded jackets. The dagger was only inserted into the body, not piercing the vital part.
Lin Yue stood up and stepped down, pressing the dagger into the skinny man's body, turning around and pulling out the two knives from the chest of the sheepskin hat, clamping the scimitar that fell from the side, and pressing and slashing with the force.
Blood sprayed on the car window, leaving a bright red streak.
After three breaths, looking from the outside, a ball of blood smeared on the car window, followed by the face of the person approaching.
After three more breaths, there was a crash, and the eighth window of the carriage was smashed by an iron rod. A middle-aged man with a deformed skull was lying on the chair next to him.
…
There were more than twenty people in one carriage, but they didn't kill him.
The third master looked at the angry young man across from him.
"You...your master is Ding Lianshan, and I am your uncle. If you kill me, you will deceive your master and destroy your ancestors. You are worse than a beast."
Just now, he was called a cooking boy, and now he is a nephew. It is really ridiculous.
Lin Yue curled his lips and thrust the knife into the old man's chest.
"Do you know why Old Man Ding never officially taught me Xingyiquan and Baguazhang? Because he knows that I am a moral person, but I don't follow the rules very well."
He pulled the knife out, blood gushed out, and the old man breathed his last.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...
Blood fell from the tip of the knife and slapped on the floor. Bodies were strewn across the carriage. The smell of blood was crushed by the wind that came in through the broken window.
The fifth master watched him step back and accidentally tripped over the suitcase placed under the seat. After he was done, he quickly got up and turned around to escape to the end of the carriage, shouting for help as he ran.
At this time, the car door opened at the connection, and a figure flashed out in front. Lin Yue noticed three Japanese corpses lying further away.
The fifth master made a few weak fists and kicks, but the man grabbed his throat and pushed him against the wall of the carriage, knocking him to pieces. Then he picked up the 38-type rifle on the ground and stabbed him several times. , opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, then twitched a few times and then stopped.
Lin Yue frowned and said, "Why are you following me?"
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