There are many martial arts gyms in Guangzhou. In recent years, it can be said that it has been a hot spot for southern boxing heroes. It is natural that a northerner like Wang Xiongjie can open a boxing gym there.
At the beginning, he chose a martial arts street. According to the rules, each martial arts gym set up a bench, and the benches were connected to form a long bridge on the street. Each martial arts school sent its proud disciples to guard the benches, trying to cross. The entire long bridge must be knocked down by all these boxers to be qualified to open a boxing gym here.
After Wang Xiongjie fought from beginning to end, the locals were still dissatisfied. On the day he opened the restaurant, they made an appointment to do a lion dance to provoke him, and Wang Xiongjie responded with a lion dance.
Eight lions, the southern lion and the northern lion, fought together. Wang Xiongjie arranged for the charcoal to be spread on the ground. There was a red-hot iron plow in the charcoal. After fighting over the other lions outside the charcoal, he walked barefoot over the charcoal.
The apprentice in charge of the lion's tail couldn't hold on and escaped. He danced the lion forward alone, and the fire burned up from the lion's tail, like a fire dragon surrounding his body.
After Wang Xiongjie picked green leaves, his bare feet were uninjured, earning him the nickname "Iron-Toed Fire Dragon."
It's a pity that although his reputation has grown, the martial arts gym is in a slump. The locals are still xenophobic and many businesses don't involve him. No one introduces high-stakes people to him, and they secretly suppress him.
This time the General of Guangzhou came to him, paid a large sum of money first, and promised that from the future tobacco business in three cities and seven villages, he would receive a fifth of the dividend, which was one-twentieth.
That's at least three thousand taels of silver a year!
In the early years of Daoguang's reign, one tael of silver could be exchanged for a penny, which was equivalent to one thousand cash. Twenty years later, due to the war with foreigners, one tael of silver could be exchanged for 1,600 to 1,600 cash.
In recent years, the price of silver has risen a lot.
According to the grain prices in Guangzhou this year, one tael of silver can buy 170 kilograms of grain at this time, which is equivalent to the wages of a shop assistant who works hard for three months.
Three thousand taels of silver is enough for the people at the bottom to work for nine thousand months or seven hundred and fifty years.
Wang Xiongjie, who was still hesitant because of his reputation, his eyes turned red when he heard the offer. Three thousand taels a year, this is still a long-term dividend.
Money touches people's hearts. Don't talk about the risk of people dying for money and birds dying for food. How many people have never found the opportunity to fight for such a huge sum of wealth in their entire life.
But desperate means at least there is a chance of success, and the green-faced ghost was actually much stronger than they had predicted based on the files. He even killed Zhu Changshou, who was a master of muscle training.
Wang Xiongjie already had a broken hand and lost too much blood. If he still rushed forward, he would not be desperate, but seeking death.
He had no choice but to run, run as hard as he could, to save his life.
Ever since the Eight-Nation Allied Forces broke into the Forbidden City, Huang Feihong, who had just won the Lion King gold medal at the Forbidden City Lion King Conference, was greatly shocked and disheartened. In recent years, he has gradually asked his apprentices to shift the focus of their business to Southeast Asia.
As soon as Huang Feihong left, Wang Xiongjie became undoubtedly the person with the best leg skills in Guangdong. This leg skill was even more amazing when escaping.
Many boxing techniques in the South, when practicing the running technique, mostly emphasize one heel touching and walking away. This means that every time when running, the forefoot lands first, and the elasticity of the sole of the foot is used to pull the calf muscles from the leg to the buttocks. Along the back and up the shoulders.
When running like this, waving your hands can drive your whole body, running faster and faster, and the force of your heels pressing on the ground is only a very small part.
But Wang Xiongjie's Northern Boxing is different. Every time his foot lands, the entire sole of his foot hits the ground. The forefoot and back heel touch the ground at the same time. The bones of the ankle joint, knee, and crotch are important to push the body's center of gravity. hub.
Compared with the nimbleness of Southern Boxing, Wang Xiongjie's running style is harder and more fierce, with a large distance between each step.
Guan Luoyang chased him all the way, but he still couldn't shorten the distance between them.
This situation didn't change until they ran out of Diancheng and began to go into the increasingly remote mountains and forests.
In terms of general trends, the soil in the north is thick and solid, windy and sandy, and dry, while the south is moist and soft, with more rainfall and slippery soil.
Wang Xiongjie's running method, in the wet mud outside the city, requires extra effort when he takes each step down and up, which naturally wastes a little more time.
The distance between Guan Luoyang and him began to shorten.
What's even more terrible is that when Wang Xiongjie climbed over a gentle slope, a group of people with short knives were ambushing him in the low-lying grassland in front of him.
This group of people were all dressed in dark brown clothes. Even their heads were covered, with only two eyes and nostrils exposed. They had an iron chain with a hook in their left hand and a short knife in their right hand with a dark coating. They were very inconspicuous at night. They also used The cloth is tied tightly to the hand.
As soon as the two sides met, the one closest to him immediately stabbed Wang Xiongjie with a ruthless knife technique, aiming at Wang Xiongjie's liver.
If this knife really penetrated the human body, he wouldn't even have time to scream. He could only say "uh" and die on the spot. He was obviously a ruthless character who was used to killing people.
But Wang Xiongjie's kick came first, hitting the killer an inch below the knee. The calf bone was dislocated, the knee joint was broken by the kick, and the whole leg actually bent backwards, and the body fell forward involuntarily.
Wang Xiongjie raised his knee and hit the killer's chin, interrupting the man's scream and causing his neck bones to snap backwards.
Although he could kill one of them as soon as they met, Wang Xiongjie was extremely anxious. If he delayed here, the killer behind him would catch up.
"Get out of my way!!!"
The killing move of poking the inside of the foot door, a nine-turn chain of mandarin duck kicks, was unleashed at Wang Xiongjie's feet.
Nine turns in a row, the mandarin ducks come in pairs. This is a killing move that combines footwork and legwork. The feet rotate in rotation, attacking the person's legs forward and crushing the soles of the person's feet from the side. The most lethal move is when kicking backwards, specifically hitting the waist, hips and lower body.
Wang Xiongjie twisted left and right, his body swayed, and he kicked left and right in all directions. Each kick was extremely precise, leaving those killers with lifelong disabilities in their lower bodies.
But these killers are not afraid of death. Even if they are seriously injured, they will swing the hooked iron chain towards Wang Xiongjie.
Wang Xiongjie, who originally just wanted to get through here and continue to escape, had to kick all the dozen killers who gathered nearby to death. He also had several stab wounds on his legs, and two iron hooks caught him. Side waist and left shoulder.
Wang Xiongjie pulled out the iron hook, jumped out on a corpse, and continued to run away. However, after running a few steps, he became dizzy and fell to his knees on the ground.
"The knife is poisonous... Damn it, if I hadn't broken my hand and lost so much blood..."
He thought of this in a daze, and a double image appeared in front of his eyes.
Guan Luoyang waved his left hand and stabbed Wang Xiongjie in the throat.
After Wang Xiongjie fell, Guan Luoyang looked at the corpses of the killers with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Wang Xiongjie's escape direction was random. It was impossible for anyone to predict these things and send someone to ambush him.
And just after Wang Xiongjie shouted that sound, there were other movements in the forest, and it was obvious that not only this group of killers were ambushing them.
But the other killers haven't arrived yet, and they may have encountered their real target.
Guan Luoyang tore off a piece of cloth, covered his face, and sneaked towards the place where the sound of fighting came from.
After walking less than thirty steps, he encountered the corpses of other killers under an old tree.
They and the target of the ambush seemed to be fighting and walking away, leaving corpses along the way, all belonging to the killer's side.
Some used iron hooks, short knives, some held muskets, and some even held barbed wire in their hands.
There was a killer who had not yet expired. He was resting his head on the corpse of his colleague, making intermittent groans of pain.
Guan Luoyang rolled his eyes and suddenly fell next to the man, covering his face with cloth, imitating the local accent, and said in horror: "You, who are you, and why are you so angry in the mountains in the middle of the night?"
The seriously injured man turned his head, his consciousness seemed to be a little blurry, and he said feebly: "There is... someone, hurry up, find something to help me tie up the wound on my chest. We are here to arrest the imperial culprit..."
Guan Luoyang said: "Where can there be official servants dressed like this?"
The man gasped for breath and said reluctantly: "There is a brand. There is a brand inside my belt."
Guan Luoyang stretched out his hand and fumbled around. There was indeed something hard in his belt, but it was just a brand the size of a copper coin. If he hadn't heard it from his own words, it would have been difficult to find it.
The small token was painted black all over, with white marks carved on the font. One side said "House of Internal Affairs" and the other side said "Stick the stick to pay homage to the Tang Dynasty."
"He's really an official. Then what is the origin of the criminal you want to arrest?"
"It's a chaotic party. The most important person in the chaotic party..."
The man seemed to feel something was wrong and suddenly shut up when he said this. Guan Luoyang swung the token forward and hit him in the throat without waiting for him to question.
After Guan Luoyang got up, he sped up and chased to where the killers were fighting. He held the knife in his right hand and hacked the two killers to death from behind.
The killer in front was alert, turned around and struck with a knife.
Guan Luoyang raised his knife to block it. Between the lightning and flint, he retracted the handle of the knife and made a very fast tilt. The opponent's dagger slid off his blade and struck the oval-shaped guard.
The tip of Guan Luoyang's knife had already cut the killer's neck forward. Then he pushed with his left hand and used the corpse to knock over the killers in front. The sword flashed and took the lives of these killers.
He was punched by Zhu Changshou just now, and his ribs and internal organs were probably slightly injured. He chased Wang Xiongjie all the way, and his breathing was not smooth. At this time, his attack was not as brutal as the previous assassination, but more Skill adaptability.
An ordinary knife, in Guan Luoyang's hand, was as nimble as a fish with sharp blades all over its body. Every part of the blade, guard and even the handle could be parried and killed.
He crouched slightly and rushed forward quickly, circling around with his long knife. Anyone who got within four feet of him would have his vital points pierced by the light of the knife.
puff!
The blade slashed open the chest and abdomen at an angle, and a palm hit the killer's stomach. A large amount of blood burst out from the long and narrow wound.
When the killer's body also fell, none of the uniformly dressed killers around him was standing.
Guan Luoyang shook off the blood on his left hand and saw the target who was ambushed by them more than ten steps away.
He was a somewhat embarrassed man, who looked to be in his forties, with an unshaven beard and some fashionable clothes.
The lower body is long trousers and leather boots, the upper body is a beige coat, a long dark scarf hangs around the neck, and a black beret is worn on the head.
Guan Luoyang said: "Don't be nervous, I..."
"I recognize it!"
The man's facial features were strong, and his expression was a little strange at this time. He seemed to be showing a cautious smile from the deep fatigue, "I recognize your sword skills. The move you just asked to kill the woodcutter was from the White Eyebrow of Mount Emei." The weapons and techniques of boxing evolved from the Feifeng Single Sword. But if you have seen other people practicing Baimei Boxing, you will know that your move is very different from others."
Guan Luoyang glanced at the knife in his hand and said, "Oh?"
"Because I helped change this move."
The man made a swipe with the short stick in his hand. The head of the stick was first drawn to the upper right, then quickly dragged and slashed diagonally to the left and lower. At this time, his left hand sank to the side of his waist, making a palm gesture that seemed to be spitting but not spitting.
Whether it's the external movements, or the shaking of the wrists and shoulders, the hidden changes in strength accumulated in the elbows, they are all exactly the same as the moves used by Guan Luoyang just now.
But part of Guan Luoyang's movement just now was blocked by the killer. Based on that person's position, he shouldn't be able to see everything.
Unless, he is really familiar with this trick.
Guan Luoyang sheathed his sword and had some associations in his mind.
After the man put away his stick, he pressed his chest and said with a pale smile: "Is Mr. Lei okay?"
………………
As dawn broke, a cockcrow sounded in the distance, and the dark and windy night finally passed.
Tian Gongyu got up when he heard the chicken, put on his clothes and shoes, opened the window to get some air, opened the door and went out to get a basin of water to wash his face, and then entered the kitchen.
The kitchen is neither big nor small, with an old table with vegetables and chopping boards, and a few iron hooks hanging from the beams, hanging bacon and peppers.
The stove is an earth stove, and the people who cook it are very skilled. Two iron pots are placed on it. Not a trace of smoke will leak out from the gaps on the edges of the iron pots, and all the smoke will flow into the chimney.
There was also a piece of paper with a drawing of the Stove Lord stuck on the stove, which gradually became moist in the steam coming from the wooden pot lid.
I eat porridge in the morning. The rice has been soaked last night and becomes sticky easily.
Although he didn't know whether Guan Luoyang would come back in the morning, Tian Gongyu still cooked more.
Guessing that the fire was almost done, Tian Gongyu set up a few firewood in the earthen stove, got up and went outside to prepare for some exercise. He happened to see Guan Luoyang wading in from the stream downstream.
If you go out to assassinate those heinous guys, you will inevitably get blood on your body.
In order to prevent someone from finding this place with hounds, Guan Luoyang would walk around the forest a few times after each assassination attempt, crushing some fresh juice irregularly to disturb the smell, and then he would actually head home.
But like today, if you have to use stream water to wash your body, you may have too much blood on it.
Tian Gongyu took a towel and threw it to him and said, "Did it go well yesterday?"
"I encountered a few hard ideas, but a genius like me will naturally succeed."
Guan Luoyang wiped his face, rubbed his hair a few times with a towel, smiled, and took out a ring from his soaked clothes.
"By the way, Uncle Tian, I met a man last night who claimed to be an acquaintance of yours. He was seriously injured, but I didn't dare to bring him back directly. This is the token he gave me. Take a look."
When Tian Gongyu first saw the ring, he seemed familiar, but he didn't remember it for a moment. After taking it in his hand and turning it around, he saw two small words engraved on the inside of the ring.
——Teacher.
