In the era of martial arts, the boiling anticipation

Chapter 14 Murder in downtown, change of dragon shape
"When he went to battle, he had three beautiful beards with red strength, and his body was swaying like a tiger, just like a group of six gods holding a living god."

In the hut, Gu Heng was humming single sword skills.

Tomorrow is the day for the appointment, and he has a premonition that Ge Shugen's banquet will definitely not be peaceful.

Therefore, before going to the banquet, he has to adjust his state to the limit, and he must be fully familiar with the changes of "four tips".

Right in the small room, Gu Heng stepped on circular steps, curved and zigzag, piercing through the four ends, blood swelled all over his body, loosened his waist and moved his hips, his hands followed each other, every step he punched, his bones vibrated, and there was a faint feeling of surging waves Voices.

It is the basic gait of Sun Bin Quan, the staggering gait.

The word staggering, namely "rebel mountain", is taken from Sun Bin's art of war, which means not to follow the right path when retreating. Sun Bin's boxing footwork is also the same. He shakes left and right, and his body shakes slightly.

There is a saying in the boxing score: Qi sinks to the point of the pubic region, staggers and moves left and right, moves forward and backward without changing feet, swings left and right to find the real machine.

As he walked, Gu Heng suddenly remembered Su Yuluo's distressed expression in the teahouse earlier, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Change your mind, change your steps.

Gu Heng no longer walks in circles, but walks straight on the right path, with his footsteps covering everything. Even in such a cramped space, he still has the courage to reach anywhere even though the world is vast.

It is the so-called "combination of righteousness and strangeness" in the art of war.

The strength is from hands to feet, and then from feet to hands. Every movement, the inside and outside are connected, the shape and meaning are connected, and even the bone marrow is shaken.

When the punch reached the point of comfort, Gu Heng exhaled and sang along with the lyrics:

"There are millions of troops, and they can't stop him from chasing the wind for thousands of miles; you have thousands of generals, but you can't dodge the three stops of the sword in Yanyue."

At the last word of the knife, Gu Heng turned around and slashed. The sound of the wind exploded, the membranes all over his body swelled, his bones shook, and a long and powerful series of roars came out.

Like a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes, entrenched in the forest, but it hardly shows any viciousness, only deep and majestic.

Using the spiritual state of "the melting pot of heaven and earth" to refine the animal spirit of Tiger Form Fist, it only took Gu Heng one day to refine and sublimate the fierceness of Tiger Form and integrate it into the weapon technique of Sun Bin Fist.

"The combination of pictograph boxing and weapon art has finally begun to take shape."

Gu Heng let out a breath slowly, his eyes were deep.

Ever since he practiced the "melting pot of heaven and earth" and the "fullness of the four tips", Gu Heng began to study how to integrate this boxing technique to refine a big killing move that is enough to make a final decision.

After two days of hard work, he successfully combined the tiger form for bone refining and the horse form for tendon training with the weapon technique in Sun Bin's boxing, and practiced two ultimate moves.

This kind of boxing speed, even looking at the world, is quite remarkable.

It was also during this process that Gu Heng realized what advantage he had over ordinary strongmen of the four major stages.

The answer is adaptability.

The level of the four exercises go hand in hand, so that no matter what kind of martial arts Gu Heng is practicing, there will be no obstacles before he achieves great success.

The spiritual realm of the melting pot of heaven and earth allows him to easily control the spirit of boxing.

Under the combination of the two, perhaps, integrating a hundred punches into himself is the path he should take?
At this moment, the phone vibrated suddenly.

Ge Li's urgent voice came from the other end.

"problem occurs."

Yangcheng, West District, late at night.

The orange flames flickered, and the billowing black smoke came with the wind along with the strong smell of gunpowder smoke.

The blazing flame rose, and the scorching blackness covered the cold brilliance of the steel.

In the fire scene, four black high-end cars were scattered horizontally, and figures with their heads bowed could be vaguely seen.

No one made a sound as the flames engulfed them.

A turbulent crowd gathered around the perimeter of the cordon. Some people looked up at the source of the fire, while others lowered their heads and talked with the people around them.

Anyone with knowledge knows that this is the largest gang in the West District, the Tiger Claw Gang's convoy.

And the dead man with the most status inside was the leader of the Tiger Claw Gang.

It's hard to believe that a master who punched four tips and was in his prime would die silently in a car accident.

15 minute later.

Gu Heng came to the scene, and Zhang Fang had just arrived, and the two crossed the cordon and went straight to the scene of the fire.

The officers of the City Defense Bureau had been guarding here for a long time. Seeing Zhang Fang approaching, they tacitly moved out of their positions.

Several charred corpses were lying neatly on the ground, being inspected by professional experts.

Gu Heng glanced at Zhang Fang, Zhang Fang understood, and waved to them. The old clerks raised their heads, glanced at each other, stood up, and made room for the two of them.

Gu Heng squatted down, put his fingers together, and lightly touched the spine of the corpse.

This corpse was the leader of the Tiger Claw Gang.

His neck bone has been broken, his head is drooping, his face is still serious, he has a short beard on his chin, the roots are straight, his appearance is solemn, and he has a bit of awe-inspiring majesty that "a tiger will never fall down".

Just looking at his face, it was hard to believe that this was a dead person.It seemed that before he lost consciousness, he didn't even realize that death was coming.

As a master of the tiger shape, Gu Heng could tell from the first touch that this gang leader is also a master of the tiger shape, with punches that penetrate the bones.

But it is the hardest bone in the whole body, but it is completely unable to withstand the opponent's blow.

Gu Heng squatted on the ground and lit a cigarette.

Smoke curled up, blurring his sharp eyes.

Zhang Fang folded his hands on his chest and was about to say something, but he saw a sudden change in Gu Heng's aura!
He twisted and folded his waist, soft as if he had no bones, he gathered all his strength in one breath, rolled up like a cloud of smoke, and rushed towards Zhang Fang suddenly, the ups and downs of the shock were almost silent.

The moment the cigarette butt was fired, it was extinguished by the strong wind.

At this moment, Gu Heng was like a giant snake poking out its head from the clouds and mist to prey, grinding its teeth and sucking blood, ferocious and ferocious.

With the center of the fist inside and the eye of the fist inside, the face of the fist is urged by the shoulder, the joints rotate layer by layer, creating a spiral force, the force is on the middle finger, the low drill stabs out, Gu Heng's right arm shakes, as if thrown Phantoms piled up, and a sharp low hum was wiped out in the air.

Zhang Fang only felt a blur in front of his eyes, his fist was in front of his throat, his whole body was shivering, and a thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead.

As for the others, they didn't notice at all what happened just now.

"Fuck, are you crazy?!"

Zhang Fang took a big step back and cursed loudly.

Gu Heng withdrew his fist and frowned.

"wrong."

Just as Zhang Fang was about to say something, Gu Heng punched out again, his five fingers clustered like steel cones, his arms twisted, and pointed towards his throat.

The speed is not as fast as before, but it has more spirituality and vitality, and there is a sense of extension of "grass snake gray line, crouching pulse thousands of miles".

Like a gigantic giant snake, every time it strikes, it is the body that winds in the depths of the mountains for thousands of miles, working together, and the strength is penetrated step by step, accumulating layer by layer, and finally burst out at the snake's head.

This time, Zhang Fang completely witnessed the process of Gu Heng's punching, but he felt even more horrified.

It's like the collapse of Mount Tai, disintegration and disintegration. In the face of such a general situation, no matter how clearly you can see it, you can only wait for death after all.

At this moment, Zhang Fang understood Gu Heng's intention.

He is imitating the boxing of the murderer!

After being frightened once, Zhang Fang's endurance became much stronger. He restrained his body's instinct and asked aloud:
"How good is your punch?"

"Up to [-]%."

Gu Heng loosened his five fingers, looked down at his palm, and murmured:
"What a profound serpentine energy."

Pictograph boxing has been a major form of boxing since ancient times.

Just one of the snake shapes has a lot to say. The Southern School Snake Boxing is mostly soft skills, which take the spirit of poisonous snakes, and have the flexibility and flexibility of moving fingers and splitting legs, folding waist and relaxing neck.The Northern Snake Boxing is mostly hard work, imitating the twisting and twisting of boa constrictors, and has the power to pierce gold, break wood and crack rocks.

This is the difference between rigidity and softness in the snake shape.

From this move alone, Gu Heng can tell that the opponent has already practiced the snake shape to the harmonious state of yin and yang, water and fire.

At this point, boxing, spirit, and body are almost indistinguishable from each other.I just don't know if he has achieved the big change of "Leaping over the Dragon's Gate" in the Serpentine Form.

Gu Heng's five fingers kept tensing and tightening, and the tendons were like iron bars, twisted on the arm, bulging and then calming down.After repeating it several times, he frowned and said in a daze:

"Entering the body in the shape of a snake is a bit like the way to achieve great success, but..."

As he spoke, Gu Heng lowered his voice, repeatedly trying to figure out the subtlety of this punch in his mind.

He was concentrating on practicing boxing, but Zhang Fang on the side couldn't help the urge to exclaim.

What kind of talent is this nm?!

Zhang Fang could fully feel that in the move just now, there was not only a change in boxing strength, but also the secret of boxing spirit.

Can it be restored to this level just by looking at the wound? !
At this moment, a sound came from Zhang Fang's trouser pocket.

After hanging up the phone, he patted Gu Heng.

The chief general of Tongdetang's complexion was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he said in a deep voice:
"It happened again."

Gu Heng poked the local and said:
"Where is it, I run fast."

Zhang Fang shook his head.

"Let's go back to the hall first, Master Shu wants to see you."

"see me?"

-

15 minutes ago.

"Nani?! Guo Sang is dead?!"

Speaking broken Dongguo dialect, Guanyue Taro suddenly became energetic, broke the rope binding his hands, and jumped up from the stool.

The tall and slender girl tactfully put down the whip and moved it aside, so that he could find his own among the clothes scattered all over the floor.

Guanyue Taro, from Sakurajima, 21 years old, is the leader of the Unbounded Gang.

Just looking at the red marks all over his body and the extremely salty eyes, he knew that this guy was the best of all perverts.

After putting on his clothes, Guanyue Taro suddenly felt something was wrong, he tentatively said:
"Mosimoxi?"

There was only silence in response to him.

Dead silence.

There was a series of wet footsteps outside the door, as if stepping on stagnant water, and there was a faint smell of rust, rushing in through the cracks.

A strong sense of foreboding rose in Guanyue Taro's heart.

In the next second, the door opened silently.

His pupils suddenly dilated.

Before Guanyue Taro's exclamation came out, he was torn by the wind into a broken sound with no tone.

boom!
He flew out and hit the wall heavily.

This muscular young man, like a rag doll, leaned against the wall and slowly slid down, his back shattered like a cobweb.

His chest was deeply sunken, and large streams of blood froth gushed out of his throat unstoppably. The man tried to open his eyes wide, looking at that "person".

But the eyes that were stained red by blood could only see the outline of a ferocious ghost.

That guy seems to have a lollipop in his mouth? !
-

A red lacquered gate about ten feet high is open, with majestic bluestone lions on both sides, and two large flags erected on the left and right, embroidered with the words "Tongde".

Zhang Fang led Gu Heng through the courtyard all the way to Juzhong Hall.

The hall is wide, and there is an incense burner in the corner. The agarwood burns quietly, and the aroma is rich and tangy.

The floor of the hall is also paved with a layer of solid bricks and tiles. Gu Heng can tell at a glance that this is specially designed for fighting between warriors.

A man with a friendly round face was standing in the center of the hall. He was wearing loose casual clothes and holding a cup of tea in his hand.

"The Unbounded Gang also had an accident, and they were killed in one blow."

His voice was soothing and honest, with a kind of spring breeze, but the content of the words made Zhang Fang frown.

"What are they trying to do?"

The Unbounded Gang and the Tiger Claw Gang are both big gangs that are not inferior to the Red Blood Society, and they are also important forces under Tongdetang.

But these big figures who dominated the situation in Yangcheng and dominated one side were actually powerless to resist in front of the other side, and were easily crushed to death.

Ge Shugen was holding a teacup, looking calm and calm.

"It's a trick to shake the mountain and shake the tiger, to kill the chicken to scare the monkey. It seems that their understanding of Yang Cheng is not shallow."

Zhang Fang understood the meaning of his words, and offered to say:
"Shall I deal with it?"

Ge Shugen shook his head.

"Don't worry about it. Tonight, there was ground breaking in the outskirts of the southern district. Help me inform the owner of the farmhouse and the owner of the yellow gate, and tell me that I won't wait until tomorrow, and I'm going to do it right away."

After finishing speaking, Ge Shugen waved his hand.

"Go ahead, I have something to say to Brother Gu."

Zhang Fang nodded, turned and left.

Ge Shugen shifted his gaze and landed on Gu Heng, and said with a smile:

"Brother Gu, for Ge Li's matter, I owe you a favor."

Gu Heng shook his head and said bluntly:

"Collecting money to do things is clean and refreshing, and there is no debt. If you have anything to do, just talk about it."

Ge Shugen smiled and said:

"You have your rules, and I have mine, no conflict.

Although this big leader's words are polite, he lives and nourishes his body and spirit. He has been sitting in the position of chief helmsman of Yangcheng for so many years. Intangible coercion.

Gu Heng was also arrogant, seeing Ge Shugen behave like this, he simply kept silent.

Seeing that Gu Heng didn't buy it, Ge Shugen didn't feel embarrassed at all, he just stretched out a hand and invited:

"Since they are all warriors, let's help each other first?"

Apart from Zhong Yuan, Gu Heng has no experience in fighting masters of body training. Since Ge Shugen is interested, he will naturally not refuse.

As a martial artist, Gu Heng also really wants to know how this No. [-] expert in Yangcheng, whom no one has figured out for more than ten years, is really capable of.

He raised his eyebrows, cupped his fists and said:
"Please."

"Attention."

After the words were settled, Ge Shugen's figure sank and pounced, twisted and gathered strength, and rushed to Gu Heng in a blink of an eye.

His whole body is like a compressed spring, his feet are crushed, and his breath penetrates his whole body. The heels of his palms strike from bottom to top, and the force spirals out.

This palm is like a potential dragon coming out of an abyss, soaring into the sky with force and brittleness, Ge Shugen's whole robe was shaken suddenly, like water ripples, and the sound of hunting wind exploded, as if even the air was shattered.

Gu Heng's eyes lit up, the soles of his hind feet touched the ground, and his five toes exerted a little force, and his whole body slipped three feet as if stepping on a piece of thin ice.

The moment he retreated, Ge Shugen's waist twirled, his spine twisted, pulling the heels of his palms to draw an arc, changing his top force into a force that could not be resisted, and slapped Gu Heng directly on the head.

Gu Heng seemed to see the long dragon jumping over the abyss, shaking his body and throwing the water, the scales opened and closed, and the mist evaporated.

The boxing method used by Ge Shugen is called Panlong Boxing, which emphasizes changes in the body and waist. The boxing score says:

"The body is like a swimming dragon, and the momentum is like a long rainbow. You can use both softness and hardness in the ups and downs. You can dodge it for a long time and a short time. You can twist, fold and hide in the void."

Therefore, the kung fu of rubbing the waist, flexing and stretching, turning and twisting has already been practiced in Ge Shugen's bones.

Gu Heng wanted to compete with him for physical transformation, but there was really no chance of winning.

Since you can't avoid it, let's fight hard!

Supported by his left foot, Gu Heng sank his heel hard, pierced his toes with force, tied the horse hard, raised the bar, tied the iron stakes, and kicked out a sharp and swift high kick, like a giant ax slashing, and with a A shocking force like a big snake leaping up.

This is the firm northern style of legwork, which emphasizes the use of hard piles to push the waist and hips, open and close, and powerful.

(End of this chapter)