Today was the day that Gong Baosen was going to play the southern boxer during his retirement ceremony. All the famous boxers in Buddha Mountain had gathered at the Golden Tower, not for anything else but to witness the birth of the new speaker of the southern Chinese martial arts world. This was a song that would make him famous!
As for Ma San, he had provoked many southern boxers last night. After Gong Baosen found out, he wanted to seal his knife and save his name. He chased him back to the northeast and said that he would become famous again in ten years.
He had always been too aggressive and did not understand the old master's true intentions. He was still stuck in the battle for fame and face. Therefore, Gong Baosen wanted to polish him, seal his saber light, and hide it in the scabbard.
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Before Ye Wen helped him, the three speakers of the Golden Tower did not hesitate to spend time and effort to help him. They explained the methods of the Eight Trigrams and fought with him to help him understand.
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"The Eight Trigrams Palm is evil. Mr. Ye, be careful!”
"Third Sister, your Eight Trigrams Palm is not only bad, but the way you use it has also changed from what I know. Could it be that Third Sister opened her own branch?”
"Mr. Ye, you praise me too much. It's just that I've recently gained something and made some small changes.”
"Oh? Then I'll congratulate Third Sister first. I'll come and listen to Third Sister sing another day.”
Ye Wen didn't ask any more questions and turned around to walk to the second floor.
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"Mr. Ye, good Kung Fu! Every move was like climbing a mountain. Each step was a heaven. The Xingyi Fist was domineering. Don't underestimate your opponent.”
Mister Rui was all smiles, looking like he was having a good time.
"I just want to see the mountain, and…Mister's Xingyi is not only overbearing, but also soft and flexible. If I hadn't blocked it quickly, I would have fallen today.”
"Hahaha, I'm sorry, Mr. Ye. I've had some gains recently, so I used too much force. Mr. Ye, you're really good at martial arts!”
I don't believe you…You're as bad as Third Sister.
Ye Wen cupped his fists and continued to move forward…
After everyone was present, Gong Baosen, who was sitting at the head of the hall, spoke up." Every generation has its own talents. It's fate to meet you, Mr. Ye. Today is my last battle. Let's not compete in martial arts, but in ideas!" How is it?"
Ye Wen did not refuse and said rather elegantly," Everyone who comes is a guest. The host does as the guest wishes!"”
Gong Baosen's martial arts attainments combined the strengths of Xing Yi and Eight Trigrams. He had integrated the two into his own body. In the end, he had even merged Xing Yi Sect and Eight Trigrams Sect. It was not an exaggeration to say that he had achieved great success. Gong Baosen had been practicing martial arts for decades!
The reason why he didn't compete in martial arts and instead competed in ideas could be said to be a test, or it could also be said to be a concession!
Under the influence of his senior brother Li Cunyi, he had dedicated his life to creating a flourishing age of martial arts. His desire to make martial arts flourish and strengthen the national spirit was far beyond others, so he was willing to give up his fame and fortune.
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"Mr. Ye, can you break this pancake in my hand?”
Gong Baosen took out a piece of pancake from the food plate and stretched it out in front of Ye Wen.
Ye Wen didn't say anything and slowly reached out his hand…but it stopped at an inch and didn't touch it.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, but the seemingly simple act of breaking the flatbread was actually filled with turbulence. Old Master Gong's force seeped out from all directions of the flatbread. The flatbread seemed to be within reach, but it made him feel powerless.
Mister Rui looked at the scene that had once fallen into a stalemate and said to the crowd with emotion," Taiji Yang Luchan has the unique skill of birds not flying. Sparrows can't fly in his hands because they have nowhere to borrow strength. The old man is still very skilled. Mr. Ye is like two sparrows. I don't think we can break this pie..."
Tang Rui watched with his hands behind his back and shook his head with a smile.
Seeing that Tang Rui didn't agree with his statement, Mister Rui asked curiously," Did Mister see anything different?”
He knew how high Tang Rui's martial arts skills were and how sharp his eyes were. He had analyzed some of the fist techniques of the Chinese martial arts world and pointed them out to the critical points, which was why the three of them were convinced.
Tang Rui said," The sparrow has no place to borrow its strength because it has no place to land. At the same time, the strength of its wings is scattered when it shakes, so it can't fly…Master Ye's strength is in his own hands. He can gather and disperse as he pleases, and he can release and withdraw as he pleases. Although he can't keep pace with Mr. Gong, he won't be completely helpless. The two of them were both determined people. This plan…would definitely succeed!”
As they spoke…the originally deadlocked scene suddenly changed.
Ye Wen loosened his fingers and said to Gong Baosen," Actually, the world is so big. It's not just the north and the south. Forcefully seeking perfection is equivalent to being stuck in a rut. In your eyes, this cake is a martial arts world, but to me, it's a world. As the saying goes, if there is a lack of perfection, there will be progress. If it was really effective, how could Southern Boxing spread to the north?! Don't you agree?"
"Well said! I've won all my life, but I never lost because of my martial arts. I never thought about it, but I lost because of my thoughts…"
As soon as the two finished speaking, the corner of the pancake in Gong Baosen's hand cracked and fell to the ground. It also fell into the heart of the southern boxer... comfortable!
Gong Er, who had been watching the entire retirement ceremony in his room, felt as if he had lost his soul... It was because her father, who had never lost since she was young, had lost!
Even if it was just a thought, she didn't want to accept it.
"Mr. Ye, I'm giving you my reputation today. In the future, you'll have to take one step at a time. I hope you'll be like me, lighting a lamp with one breath. If there's a light, there's someone."
Gong Baosen cupped his fists and walked out of the door under the applause of all the boxers.
Looking at this familiar scene, Tang Rui couldn't help but sigh. The martial artists of this era were affected by the situation of the era. They were not only martial artists, but they also carried the national disaster on their shoulders and crawled forward.
They traveled to the west and east, doing their best to uphold justice. It was they who saved the country from the danger of being invaded by other countries, inspired the courage of the people, inspired the people who fought hard, and made them fearless and save the country from danger!
?? Just as Gong Baosen had said, a fist had north and south, but a country had no north and south! Personal struggles were not worth mentioning before the national crisis.
Tang Ruixing went downstairs. Mister Rui knew what he wanted to do and simply followed him downstairs.
He also wanted to see what kind of realm Tang Rui's martial arts had reached. He was defeated with a simple move. He believed that his battle with Gong Baosen would be an eye-opener.
When he came downstairs, Gong Baosen had already gotten into the car.
Tang Rui did not open his mouth to shout. Just as Ma San said, if he wanted to worship the true Buddha, he still had to show his true ability.
The tip of his feet grabbed the ground, and the strength came from his feet. Tang Rui stepped lightly and crossed a distance of five feet in an instant. His hands gently gathered in front of him and blocked the car's path.
Squeak squeak…
The ear-piercing sound of wheels rubbing against the ground reached everyone's ears, and they immediately looked in the direction of the sound...
The coachman steadied the car and shouted at Tang Rui, who was blocking their way." Stinky brat, do you know who is in the car? How dare you block the way? Hurry up and get out of the way!"”
Tang Rui had suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was lucky that he didn't get scared. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. Otherwise, he would have been fine if he bumped into him, but the person in the car couldn't be offended.
"I'm sorry!"
Tang Rui first apologized to the coachman, then looked at Gong Baosen who was calm in the carriage and said,"I'm Tang Rui. I've lived overseas for a long time. Mr. Gong's name has always been well-known." Now that I'm lucky enough to meet Mr. Gong, I'm here to learn a few moves from you! Please allow it, sir!"
Tang Rui's movements were so fast that other than Mister Rui, who had just come down with him, who knew that he had crossed 50 feet in an instant to block Gong Baosen's carriage, the others thought that he had been waiting in front and had rushed out to block the way.
Gong Baosen could also tell that what happened just now was not simple... He had been practicing martial arts for many years, so his hearing and eyesight were several times better than ordinary people. Not to mention his ability to predict sudden events and sense of danger, he could be said to be the best.
However, Tang Rui's appearance was so sudden in his eyes. He had just felt some movement, and he had already appeared in front of him. He had no choice but to treat it seriously…
"How dare you block my father's carriage and even want to fight with my father? Who gave you the courage?!”
Gong Er was the first to fly into a rage. The anger that he had been suppressing in the Golden Building just now completely erupted as he shouted at Tang Rui.
"Hahaha, Second Miss Gong, don't be angry. Sir is just a little impatient. He wants to see Old Master Gong, the mountain of the Chinese martial arts world. Why don't we let them have an exchange?"
Mister Rui blocked Gong Er's way. He seemed to be persuading him, but in fact, he helped Tang Rui buy some time.
"You…"
Gong Er was stopped. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a voice from the car and fell silent.
"It's fine! Since this little brother wants to exchange blows with me, then this Gong will naturally not be stingy with teaching you. There are many talents in the south. To be able to meet such great talents like Mr. Ye and Little Brother, my trip here was not in vain!”
Gong Baosen stepped out of the car seat and slowly walked in front of Tang Rui. He sized up Tang Rui from head to toe and was extremely satisfied.
His temperament was extraordinary, and his martial arts attainments were extraordinary. It actually brought him a lot of pressure. This was something he had never encountered in more than ten years, and it made him feel a faint desire to fight.
"I've already retired. This exchange will be considered a martial arts exchange. There will be no battle of victory or death.”
"Of course. I just want to ask Mr. Gong to give me some pointers. It's not a competition.”
"Yes! Little brother, what's your name? May I know which sect you are from?"
"My name is Tang Rui, and my teacher is called Zhang Wuyi. He has learned many things and doesn't have a sect.”
Tang Rui did not lie. Zhang Wuyi's sect was definitely one of them.
In his early years, he used martial arts to build his foundation. Later on, he soared all the way to the peak of martial arts. He could be called a martial arts legend without any inheritance. He relied on himself to create various martial arts divine powers that suited him. He was able to compete with the Western European gods and the various great god clans. Finally, he combined the strengths of hundreds of martial arts to create the Internal Martial Fist.
He himself was a large sect, he himself was the founder!
"Zhang Wuyi? He had never heard of it. It seems that the world is full of powerful people. I have underestimated the people of the world.”
"Mr. Tang, please!"
Gong Baosen put down the winter plum blossom fan in his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and said to Tang Rui with a serious expression.
"Mr. Gong, please!"
Tang Rui was also gathering his strength and was ready to attack.
Everyone held their breaths as they watched this rare exchange.
It had been a long time since Gong Baosen had made a move. It was not only because of his age and status, but there were too few people who were worthy of him making a move. They were either old or dead.
Ma San and Gong Er were enough for the younger generation.
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