The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 57 Night Detective
Right now in Foshan, there are many boxing gyms, and there are many people practicing martial arts and boxing.

In Shenzhou Luchen, many masters of boxing and famous teachers from all over the world, most of them pursue the idea of ​​spreading their branches and leaves and spreading martial arts to the world, aiming to strengthen the country and breed, which has contributed to the unprecedented grand occasion of martial arts.

In addition to a few famous boxing, many boxing styles from other provinces have also flocked to Guangdong with boxers from all walks of life following the turbulent world, and the martial arts in Foshan is the most prosperous.

For example, Wing Chun and Nanzhi were introduced from Fujian; Shaolin boxing was introduced from Henan; Xiajia boxing was introduced from Sichuan; Kunlun boxing was introduced from Shandong; all of them can be seen in Foshan.

But prosperity has its pros and cons.

There are many differences between the north and the south, and there are many local boxers who are xenophobic. If they want to open a school in Foshan to teach students, they will inevitably be excluded; If you are not satisfied with the fight, then put it on the ring.

It's winter, and it won't be long until the end of the year.

When the day is approaching, it may be a big day to worship ancestors and do things.

The rain was heavy at first and then slowed down. Many martial arts masters led a group of disciples to beat drums and perform martial arts, with a strong momentum and bright signs.

Suddenly, a big foot came out of the rain, propping up the cloth shoes with white bottom and black surface, and there were high water splashes under the foot.

While walking slowly, the gust of wind lifted a few inches of light blue clothes, and those feet had stopped on the side of the street.

A black umbrella was propped up in the rain, and the person under the umbrella had his sleeves rolled up, wearing a black round western hat with the brim lowered, covering half of his face.

But the one who held the umbrella was a little girl in her early ten years old, holding her hands up, but she was too short, and it took a lot of effort to weigh her feet again and again.

"Third sister, why don't you go back first."

Chen Zhuo looked up at the black umbrella that had been rubbing his forehead, squatted down, and adjusted his hat.

The third sister seems to be a Nezha, wearing a silver lock around her neck, wearing rain boots, with two small bags tied with her hair on the left and right sides of her head, pretending to be old-fashioned and authentic: "Mr. Guo called me here, saying that you use a knife." Expert, let me take a good look at it, it will be of great benefit to the palm technique."

Chen Zhuo was silent for a few seconds, and said, "It's not for children to see, be careful not to see blood later."

"I'm not afraid!"

The third sister replied simply.

After hearing this, Chen Zhuo stopped talking and took the umbrella from the other party.

"Young shopkeeper, you have been here for a few days, and you don't ask Miss if she is doing well. Could it be that you don't miss her?"

He didn't say anything, but the girl spoke instead.

Chen Zhuo looked at Donghuali from a distance, and said softly, "Sometimes no news is good news, and news is bad. Besides, I don't like to talk, I just like to do it, and I can say it." It's mostly fake, it's real when it's done... I'll go to Xiangjiang to meet her after these trivial matters are settled, but... if there's any mistake between her and the child in her belly, I'll even pull out the White Lotus Sect."

When this matter was mentioned, he felt inexplicably agitated and nervous.

Thinking of the day he held the knife, he had already imagined almost all the dangerous scenes he would encounter in the future, even if it was violent death or tragic death, he had already prepared for it, but he had never thought about women, let alone children.

I wanted to carry a knife alone and fight my way out in this chaotic world, but the world is impermanent, and a woman jumped out halfway.

The third sister giggled inexplicably, revealing her childlike nature, "You and Miss are not married yet, right? Don't be shy!"

Chen Zhuo's face trembled, he ignored it, and changed the topic, "It looks like Donghuali is a rich family's residence, what's the owner's name?"

The third sister replied: "Li Yutang seems to be a businessman from the Xiangjiang River, who bought property here. I heard from the brothers in the church that this person is not only not a bad person, but also a great kind person. This time he was also coerced by others. As a last resort."

Chen Zhuo was thoughtful, looked at the sky, then at the stone carved street, and estimated the time in his heart.

But just as he was waiting, an old beggar came staggeringly from the side of the street, with a scarlet big-bellied gourd tied around his waist, shabby clothes, unkempt hair, and straw sandals on his feet, which could be smelled from a long distance away. That sour smell, crazy, paddling water under his feet, humming a little song.

"Master!"

Chen Zhuo glanced at the old beggar's stumbling drunken steps calmly, and there was something strange in his eyes.

The steps seemed to be erratic and vain, but in fact they took root every step of the way, so calm.

Just as I was amazed, a few more people walked up the street, all of them were uniform bunts, with hulking backs and looks like door gods, and each of them walked vigorously, but some were running like tigers, some were light on their feet, and some turned their necks and looked around like leopards , It is clear that Hong Quan has been practiced well.

Afterwards, there was a group of men in black clothes, black trousers, black shoes and white socks, all of them looked fierce, with their coats opened, with knives pinned underneath.

At a rough glance, there are no less than two to three hundred people.

When everyone entered Donghua Lane, Chen Zhuo glanced at the old beggar paralyzed under a big tree, and was about to get up when he saw someone again in the rain.

It was a big man like an iron tower, with a face like black charcoal, a monkey's back and a wasp's waist, he was frighteningly tall, his temples were raised high, but his face looked like a sick ghost, like a thunder god, with a withered yellow braid hanging down the back of his head. He has no eyebrows, is ugly, with sunken eye sockets, and a pair of long and narrow pupils are cold and stern, and everyone who sees them will shy away.

"This person must be a master of horizontal training."

Even the third sister was shocked.

Chen Zhuo secretly compared himself with the other party. This person's height is probably two meters away.

"I heard that there is also horizontal kung fu in the White Lotus Sect, which is unique. Let me take a look at it sometime."

There was only strangeness in his eyes, no fear at all, and even a hint of eagerness to try.

He has seen a lot of masters in the north. Except for Tai Chi, the three major internal martial arts have not yet seen the essence. It's just time.

Although the heat of this exercise cannot be rushed, the style of play and experience must be tempered to develop the upper body.

The only way is to fight with people.

The sense of urgency between life and death can make one's mind condensed.

If you don't want to lose, you have to do everything you can to beat your opponent.

He had already made up his mind, and when Jin Lou was completely stabilized, he would temper his fisting intent and settle down thoroughly.

Just like what Mr. Guo told him, a person like him is not suitable for doing bright things, but he is a good knife for doing dark things, and it is most suitable for killing people.

"You stay here, I'll be back when I'm done."

Chen Zhuo explained to the third sister, and walked out from under the umbrella. After a few steps, he threw two dragon fish into the beggar's broken bowl, and walked away quickly.

With his eyes closed, he kept on stepping, and the ferocious figure of the mandrill kicking the wall and jumping at people quickly appeared in his mind.

In the next second, Chen Zhuo's eyes opened instantly, his aura changed drastically, his eyes glowed fiercely, he bent his legs and bent his waist, jumped up and down, stepping on the green bricks of the house wall, he only took two steps, and raised his aura With a jump, in the blink of an eye, the man has climbed onto the roof, stepped on the tiles and climbed the wall, using both hands and feet, as fast as a ghost.

The old beggar under the tree opened his drunken eyes at some point, looking at Chen Zhuo who jumped into the rain with a strange light in his eyes.

"Xingyimen?"

(End of this chapter)