A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 249: Idiots in the Waves! (Seek full order)
Both Ma San and the disciples of the Bagua Sect were filled with righteous indignation, the former said through gritted teeth: "My junior sister has already engaged someone, so don't look for trouble!"

Hua Twelve glanced at Ma San: "Then there must be a first-come, first-served one!"

"My book is earlier than those who got married with their fingertips. Besides, I didn't say that I must break up the marriage of Miss Gong's family. I'm just asking for my old man. Is this thing worth it? If it's not, I turn around and leave Come on, why is the answer so difficult?"

In fact, what the old man of the Hua family said was to run on Gong Baosen.

When Hua Twelve said it in front of so many people, it pushed Gong Baosen into a corner. The old master had never been so aggrieved in his life. He took a deep breath and slowly uttered a word:

"Calculate!"

"Master!"

"Father!"

The disciples of the Bagua Sect and the Gong family members were all excited, with expressions of grief and indignation.

Gong Baosen waved his hand: "A person cannot stand without faith, how can I count what I said myself!"

Hua Twelve climbed along the pole, immediately smiled and cupped his hands and said: "Then I have to change my name, my son-in-law has seen Master Taishan!"

Gong Baosen's lips trembled, and he sighed after a long while: "You and your father are really alike!"

Hua Twelve felt that this sentence was definitely a curse.

"Ruomei will also be in Foshan tomorrow, and you will come to Jinlou again at that time. I will introduce you to each other. As for the marriage in Beiping, I will tell her and let it go."

After Gong Baosen said this, he seemed to be ten years older in an instant, and the spirit of the original generation of grandmasters was much weaker:
"I'm tired, go back and rest first, Ma San, entertain guests for me, and accompany all masters!"

After finishing speaking, Gong Baosen bowed his hands to the people sitting, and then slowly walked down the stairs while everyone stood up to return the salute, and never answered Hua Twelve's words, obviously although he admitted the debt of the year , but also unwillingly.

As soon as Gong Baosen left, Ma San's expression darkened, he gave Hua Twelve a hard look, and then clasped his fists at the southern boxers and said:

"Everyone, the old man asked me to accompany you well. When we martial arts practitioners gather together, we will naturally make friends through martial arts. Ma San is not talented, so I would like to throw bricks to attract jade. Any master will come forward to help!"

The southern boxers had long seen that Ma San was like a knife that had just been sharpened and showed its sharpness. They thought it was young and energetic, but they didn't expect that as soon as Mr. Gong left, he would immediately open his mouth to challenge and show his sharpness.

"I'm here, I'm Cai Li Fo and Zhang A Bing, and I'll teach Brother Ma's tricks!"

A boxer of Cai Lifo, who is not tall but looks short and powerful, stood up and bowed to Ma San.

Hua Twelve originally wanted to leave, but when Gong Ruomei came tomorrow, he would come to the Golden Tower to meet again, but when he saw that the fight was about to start, he suddenly became interested in eating melons, took out a cigarette, lit it, and stood aside to watch the excitement .

Ma Sanchao hooked his fingers at Zhang Abing, and said proudly, "Come on!"

Zhang Abing strode forward with a stride, split his hands, and used a move in Cai Lifozhong's Xiaomeihuaquan, called horse whip beating.

A group of southern martial artists saw that Zhang Abing's steps were like shooting arrows, and his fists were like falling hammers. They were about to applaud, but at this moment the horse moved three times.

I saw Ma San stepping into the middle of the palace and straight in, a Xingyi chopping fist followed by the first attack, directly hitting Zhang Abing's chest.

The chopping method is like pushing a mountain, and the fighting method is like a wheel axe. Zhang Abing is as if he was hit by a large axe in the hands of a horse-riding general on the ancient battlefield. The fence on the third floor was broken, and it fell directly on the second floor from the third floor of the Jin Building.

All the southern boxers stood up, Ma San was not fighting, this was a deadly move.

A boxer who looked more prestigious shouted to his disciples behind him: "Send Master Zhang to see a doctor!" Immediately, two young men ran down.

The boxer turned his head to look at Ma San, and asked sharply: "Ma San, do you really think that there is no one in my Southern School of martial arts?"

Ma San brushed off the dust that had never been on the front of his shirt, and said arrogantly: "With this little ability, you are worthy of helping the old man? Why don't you just come together!"

"beat him!"

I don't know which southern school boxer shouted, and the others rushed up. It was obvious that Ma San had already committed public anger.

Hua Twelve was smoking a cigarette at the side, but he could see clearly in his eyes that Ma San used chopping, drilling, collapsing, cannon, and horizontal. Two shapes are useless at all, obviously the gap between the two sides is too big, these people can't force him to come true.

Sure enough, Ma San almost moved one by one, and brought Xingyiquan's boxing characteristics of "no move, no fight, just one blow" to the extreme, crackling, how these people rushed up, they flew back.

One of them didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and was thrown away by Ma Sanyi's horizontal fist, so he flew towards Hua Twelve.

Hua Twelve was afraid of being splashed with blood, so he hurriedly moved aside.

A cold light flashed in Ma San's eyes, and he shouted: "This master is good at kung fu, give me another punch!"

No one expected that Ma San, who hadn't moved his position since the start of the gang fight, would catch up and hit him with a powerful Shen Beng fist.

Beng Fist was like an arrow, but for some reason, the arrow shot by Ma San trembled slightly, and the attack seemed to hit the boxer, but it also included Hua Twelve's position.

It was too late to say it, but the ultimate goal of this punch finally appeared, and it was undoubtedly Hua Twelve.

And Hua Twelve also knew that the other party wanted to take this opportunity to punch him to death, and later said that his feet were unstable when exerting force, or he could find an excuse, so that he could solve the problem for Gong Baosen and Gong Er. big trouble.

And what he Ma San did will definitely be forgiven by his master.

'bah'

The sound of thunder resounded throughout the golden building, and even the people on the first floor looked up to the third floor.

Looking at Ma San again, he stepped back a few steps, his right leg had been torn off by the bullet, blood was flowing.

Hua Twelfth blew on the barrel of the M500 in his hand: "You want to take this opportunity to kill me? This time, for the sake of my father-in-law and Ruomei, I will save your life and only wipe away a piece of your flesh. Next time, I will discount you." One leg, and next time I'll blow your head off, have a better memory!"

"Xingyi Quan Ma San?"

Hua Twelve sneered disdainfully: "What age is it, and you still want to beat someone to death with your fist? Show it off!"

As soon as he said this, the faces of all the boxers from the North and South around him were ugly, but Hua Twelve didn't care about it, and walked downstairs with a gun in his hand, no one dared to stop him.

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Back to 10 minutes ago, when Hua Shier called to stop Gong Baosen, outside a tavern about [-] steps away from the Jinlou, Ding Lianshan stood against the wall and looked in the direction of the Jinlou with an unlucky face. Cursed in a low voice:
"It's over, it's over, decades of snake soup, it must be messed up, and Baosen is going to be messed up too, the little bastard is really ruthless, he has the same beating sex as his father, you say it won't work any day, you have to pick this day, this matter Shake it out, it's yellow mud falling into the crotch, it's either shit or shit."

Ding Lianshan's acupuncture points were tapped, but his neck was not restricted, so his speech was not affected, and his head was not hindered.

After scolding, he felt as if he saw something out of the corner of his left eye, and when he turned his head, he saw a man staring at him with a smile.

That man has a small nose and small eyes, dressed like a beggar, not to mention his ragged clothes, his trouser legs are split seven or eight times, the biggest one is split up to the crotch of his trousers, if he walks a little longer, he might even see it to the mosaic.

Seeing Ding Lianshan look over, the man grinned and greeted in Northeast dialect: "Master, from your old curse accent, you are from Northeast China!"

Ding Lianshan was troubled in his heart, and said angrily: "You open your eyes first and talk."

The man was not angry, he took two steps back, and said with a playful smile: "It's already widened, can't you see such big two eyeballs?"

When he said this, Ding Lianshan laughed: "It's really from the northeast, what's your name, why did you come to Foshan?"

The man smiled bitterly and said, "My name is Sanjiangshui. I didn't have any food in the Northeast. I robbed a little devil. It was just an old lady from the Japanese country. I robbed their money. I didn't know when I robbed her. Look at her." I gave her two punches when I was struggling, and later I heard that it seemed to be some kind of motherfucker."

"Now the three provinces in the Northeast are arresting me. Fortunately, I have come to the South. If I am caught in the Northeast, I must be miserable!"

Ding Lianshan's eyes lit up when he first heard that this little fellow named Sanjiangshui had robbed a kid, but later he heard that it was an old lady, so he spat in contempt:
"Hey, there's something about robbing a devil soldier. I admire you too, old man. What's the point of robbing an old lady!"

Sanjiangshui suddenly smiled: "Grandpa, I think your eyes are good, just like my mother's. They are kind, and they make people close at first glance. For the sake of fellow villagers, reward me with two oceans and let me have a meal too." Have a full meal."

Ding Lianshan is an old Jianghu. Seeing the other party's expression, he felt a little bad, and said in a deep voice:
"I have plenty of money, so why don't you do me a favor, go to the Jinlou over there and send me a message, I'll give you all the seven or eight yuan I have in my pocket, what do you think?"

Sanjiangshui looked at the golden building over there, and smiled brighter: "It's not too far away, why don't you go by yourself? Hey, can't you move?"

Ding Lianshan's heart tightened, and his face remained calm: "What nonsense, I'm in the sun and it's not convenient to go there, you can help me pass a message, then take the money and leave, what a great thing!"

San Jiangshui showed a smirk on his face: "Don't talk about it, I've been watching you over there for a long time, and you can't move anything except your neck!"

As soon as he spoke, he tentatively stepped forward, and old man Ding said quickly: "What do you want to do, I will call you."

Halfway through the conversation, he shut up unwillingly, because San Jiangshui took out a dagger, blocked the outside line of sight with his body, and then pressed it against Ding Lianshan's body:
"Didn't you always ask me to do something? There is an alley over there. I will help you and us go in and talk slowly!"

Ding Lianshan had a reluctance on his face, and discussed: "It's a one-sentence matter, why go there and talk about it?"

Sanjiangshui didn't care about that, and left with Ding Lianshan on his back.

After a stick of incense, San Jiangshui changed into Ding Lianshan's clothes in the alley, and the latter scolded:
"Little bastard, if you rob, just rob, leave me your fucking underpants!"

Sanjiangshui replied slowly: "The rivers and lakes are in an emergency, and I can't take care of so many, please forgive me."

He looked at his new clothes with satisfaction, felt the comfortable underwear, wiped his hands with spit, and straightened his hair before saying:
"I was blown all the way from the northeast to Foshan. This is too uncomfortable. If you blow it again, you will turn into a sausage. You can do it as long as you are old. Stand up first. Besides, you look like a hero now. Have you ever heard of the "Water Margin" in "Water Margin", you will be old in the future!"

San Jiangshui patted the seven or eight yuan he had just snatched from Ding Lianshan in his pocket, hummed a little tune contentedly, turned and left.

Ding Lianshan's lips were trembling with anger: "Screw your grandma's legs"

After Sanjiangshui went out, he met two patrolmen from Foshan not far away, and he leaned forward: "Sir, in the alley in front, there is an old man who is perverted and doesn't wear clothes. He also said that he has a nickname called "Langli Baitiao"

Looking at the two patrolmen who drew out their batons and rushed over, San Jiangshui laughed and said, "Old Clapper, let you scold me!"

(End of this chapter)