Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Fortunately, he wasn't proud of martial arts, so he settled down in time, otherwise he might make troubles when he returned to modern times.

After the group got out of the car, they met people from the Jingwu Association who came to greet them. After a short greeting, they got into the carriage and drove towards the Golden Tower, the place where the wind and the clouds meet.

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Chapter 14 Retirement Ceremony

The Golden Tower was originally called the Gonghe Building, and people called it the Golden Tower because it was full of gold.

It is the first Tangzi in the local area with an elevator. Tangzi is the common name of Qinlou and Chuguan, and Jinlou is a brothel. It is known as "the prince enters the eunuch and exits".

The so-called land of wind and dust has been full of temperamental people since ancient times, but this small golden building also has many hidden masters.

Some people see the Golden Tower as a place of ecstasy, others see the Golden Tower as a place for heroes, but in Wang Xuebin's eyes, it can be regarded as a tomb of heroes at best, with many dead bones buried in the tomb.

Gong Yutian sat on the stage with a solemn face, his big apprentice Ma San stood behind him, casually looking at the boxers in the audience, Wang Xuebin and other disciples of Gong Yutian stood on the side of the stage, watching superior.

"I've only become three things in my life."

"Merged the Xingyi Gate and the Bagua Gate."

"Took over from my elder brother. He is in charge of the Chinese Samurai Association, and joined with more than a dozen sects including Tongbei, Paohammer, Taiji, and Yanqing."

Saying that, Gong Haneda glanced around, and said in a complacent tone:

"In the end, he became a northern boxer and went south to pass on his skills."

"In the 18th year of the Republic of China, the Guangdong-Guangzhou Guoshu Association was established, and the five tigers went to the south of the Yangtze River. Mr. Li Renchao and I negotiated in this golden building."

"I'm old, and newcomers are about to emerge. My retirement ceremony was held once in the north."

"This time, the invitation to the Meng Jing Wu Association will be held here again. I want to say goodbye to the old buddies and old comrades in the south."

As he spoke, Gong Haneda clasped his fists and gestured to everyone in the audience.

"It's my big apprentice Ma San who joined me in the Northeast. He took over my class, and you all have to take care of him!"

While speaking, Gong Yutian pointed backwards with the fan in his hand, and Ma San also clasped his fists towards the audience in a pretentious gesture, and then Gong Yutian said in a slightly regretful tone

"Originally, there was one last thing I wanted to do, which was to spread the fist from the south to the north. Unfortunately, I don't have time."

"He joined me at the Retirement Ceremony here, for Southern Boxer, I think."

After speaking, Gong Haneda raised his head and raised his eyebrows to look at everyone, and said:

"Of course it needs to be approved by everyone. Pick one."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the surprise of the disciples, he got up and cupped his hands, greeted Wang Xuebin, and walked towards the hotel.

In the room, Gong Yutian sat on the sofa as if recalling this, Wang Xuebin followed closely, seeing Gong Yutian sitting on the sofa in a daze, without speaking, he poured a cup of tea from the table, walked over and handed it to Gong Yutian.

Gong Yutian subconsciously took the teacup, then came back to his senses, looked at Wang Xuebin, then at the tea in his hand, and said with a self-deprecating smile:

"Old, old, people fall into ecstasy when they get old."

He took a sip of tea and asked:

"Xuebin, you have traveled all over the world in recent years, do you know any outstanding people in Foshan?"

Wang Xuebin lifted the teapot to refill Gong Haneda's tea.

"Master Gong is joking again. This junior can be regarded as a master of the rivers and lakes. This Foshan has a lot of masters. Ye Wen should be the one who stands out."

Gong Haneda was playing with the teacup, very interested.

"Oh, Ye Wen?"

Wang Xuebin put down the teapot.

"Yes, Ip Man, he is from a local aristocratic family. He studied under Mr. Chen Huashun, and Kung Fu was taught by his second senior brother Wu Zhongsu on his behalf. According to the gentleman who taught me Wing Chun, Ip Man's boxing has a certain degree of advancement and retreat. It's very powerful!"

"Heh! Have you ever learned Wing Chun?"

Gong Haneda said in surprise.

"I only learned Xiao Nian Tao and bridge-finding, but I didn't teach the markers and wooden dummy."

"Haha, let me just say how did you get the ticket to Foshan, it turns out that Wu Chi Wang is going out of the mountain!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's regretful tone, Gong Yutian joked with a smile.

Wang Xuebin was not shy, and said frankly.

"Let's communicate with each other. There is no harm in learning from others' strengths. At worst, we can exchange what I have learned in this body, and everyone will not suffer."

"Good mind!"

Gong Yutian listened, gave a thumbs up and sighed:

"If my incompetent disciples have your heart, I don't have to worry so much!"

Saying that, Gong Haneda frowned when he realized that his apprentice wasn't there, and shouted to the door:

"Ma San!"

A disciple came in from outside the door and clapped his hands and said:

"Master, Senior Brother Ma hasn't come back yet."

Gong Yutian felt bad when he heard the words, and continued to ask:

"What is he doing there?"

"This... this..."

"Say!"

Gong Yutian stared at this disciple with wide eyes.

"Brother said that before entering the temple to burn incense, you have to worship the mountain gate first, and if you want to join hands with you, you have to pass his gate first."

Hearing this, Gong Yutian closed his eyes slightly, frowned and leaned back on the sofa, took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile, and said to Wang Xuebin:

"You're laughing at me, the villain is nothing!"

Wang Xuebin heard the words and replied

"No matter what, Senior Brother Ma just can't bear to lose your reputation. You rest first, and I will go back to my room to clean up."

Saying an excuse, he left the room.

Miya Haneda in the room said to his disciple:

"Go and tell Ma San, if he still recognizes me as a master, get the hell out of here!"

Gong Yutian knew in his heart that the so-called worshiping the mountain gate was just an interface.

At the Northeast retreat ceremony, Ma San and Gong Yutian joined hands, and Gong Yutian sacrificed his own reputation to hold Ma San's signboard.

Now that Gong Yutian wants to join hands with a Nanquan boxer, he wants to take advantage of his own reputation to win another Nanquan boxer, so as to realize his wish to spread his southern boxing to the north.

Gong Yutian doesn't care about his own reputation, his reputation is earned by fighting, and he has never failed in his life, so he is not afraid of compromising his reputation, as long as he has kung fu, he will have confidence.

But Ma San is different, his reputation is held up by Gong Yutian, he is afraid of compromising this reputation, and he doesn't want to share this honor with others, so his boxing skills are getting more and more broken, and his work is becoming more and more useless sense of proportion.

Gong Yutian also regretted it very much in his heart. He originally planned to win over his apprentice, and the apprentice would take over his class and continue to complete his career of spreading his fists from the north to the south.

But since he finished building up with his apprentice, his apprentice seemed to be a different person, Gong Yutian knew in his heart that he had acted too hastily.

There is a saying from our ancestors, "If morality does not match, there will be disasters."

And his apprentice really backfired.

He invited Wang Xuebin on the train this time as an insurance policy. Once his apprentice couldn't bear the burden of passing the northern boxing to the south, the northern boxer would have someone to take it on.

He knew Wang Xuebin well, he was Sun Lutang's closed disciple, he was very skilled, and he knew his ridiculous deeds, and knew that he was a person who was not burdened by fame and fortune.

It turned out that Wang Xuebin had become a master of Kung Fu after joining hands on the train.

The current determination to pass on Baguazhang to him is also to make Wang Xuebin owe a favor so that he can ask for it in the future.

But who would have known that such a mess would happen before his retirement ceremony was held.

He originally wanted to find a convincing Nanquan boxer at the retreat ceremony, to give him a hand on the stage, and then discuss with him in private about the spread of Nanquan to the North.

It's a good thing now, before the ceremony, the southern boxers were outraged, and Gong Yutian had mixed feelings in his heart, not a good feeling.

After a while the disciple brought Ma San in, Gong Yutian took a look at the disciple.

"You all go out and close the door."

Then after a long silence, he asked:

"You know why knives have sheaths."

Ma San replied without hesitation:

"Because the true meaning of the knife is not to kill, but to hide."

Gong Yutian stared at his apprentice, knocked:

"Your knife is too sharp, you have to hide it well in the sheath."

Ma San said very proudly:

"My scabbard is you, Master. With you here, I can't make trouble."

Gong Yutian looked at Ma San, who thought he was counting on himself, and was extremely disappointed. His apprentice was still playing tricks, so he could only sigh that his ability was limited, and the upper limit was just like this.

"I can't hide you, you will be famous ten years later, get out of here now."

Gong Yutian leaned forward and said sharply:

"If you can't catch the train, I'll break your leg."

Ma San slammed the door and walked out with an expression of dissatisfaction.

Seeing his apprentice leaving, Gong Yutian leaned tiredly on the sofa and sighed deeply.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, Gong Yutian rubbed his face with his hands, adjusted his expression, and said in a deep voice:

"Enter!"

"Palace Master, come and taste their soup. I just drank a bowl and thought it was good, so I ordered some more."

With a towel in his hand, Wang Xuebin held a pot, and in the other hand held a few small bowls, filled a bowl for Gong Yutian, and handed it over with both hands.

"I haven't tasted the soup from him before, so I ordered some, and I'll try it for you."

Gong Yutian took the soup and said with a smile:

"I have heard from your master a long time ago that you have a tricky mouth and good craftsmanship. Whenever you show me your skills, let me also have a taste of your master's flaunting skills."

Wang Xuebin wiped his hands with a towel and put it aside.

"For you, save your stomach at night, I will make a table for you, and let you see the craftsmanship of men!"

Gong Yutian smiled happily when he heard the words:

"Haha, then I'll just wait for your craftsmanship, and we will have a good chat at the table at night."

After speaking, he took a sip of the soup with a smile. As soon as the soup entered his mouth, his expression changed, and he grabbed Wang Xuebin's wrist and asked:

"Where did you get this soup?"

Wang Xuebin's hand tightened first, then slowly relaxed:

"This is from Jinlou. I don't know what kind of soup it is. I just said it is warming my body. I tasted it and found it to be quite hot, so I ordered a pot."

Wang Xuebin looked at the nervous Gong Yutian suspiciously, and asked:

"Why, is there something wrong with this soup?"

Gong Yutian took another sip of the soup, smacked the taste carefully, put down the soup bowl, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Boy, let's go, today I will take you to see the world!"

Chapter 15 Killing

Wang Xuebin was holding an umbrella, and it was strange to follow behind Gong Yutian. Gong Yutian was anxious to come to Jinlou after drinking the soup, and the two walked directly into the back kitchen through the back door without disturbing others.

An old man in the back kitchen was sitting on a bench watching the fire, his body was slightly hunched, seeing the face of the old man, Gong Yutian staggered, stepped forward two steps and knelt down on the ground, his voice trembling.

"Brother, Baosen is here to see you."

When the old man heard the movement, he turned his head and looked over, with a dazed expression, he hurriedly stood up from the chair, walked up to Gong Yutian in two steps, held his arm, and said with a smile on his face:

"The Northeast is so big that you can't accommodate you. Do you have to come to Foshan? Get up!"