I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 33 The Ghost of Kanto

If you don't watch what's going on under the sun, he'll be gone.

It doesn't hurt to have a look!
Gong Er entered the hall for the first time, although he was curious, he still abided by the rules, kept his eyes on him, followed behind Gong Baosen, and acted like a master.

Because she is no longer the second young lady of the Gong family.

According to what Gong Baosen said, from now on, her only identity can only be Kun Dao of the Temple of the Longevity Emperor, and perhaps she will spend her whole life serving her.

Life is like this, something is gained, and something is destined to be lost.

In his family and country, Gong Baosen has his own rules. So far, he no longer talks about marriage or inheritance. Although the things of the Gong family are precious, in front of the gods, they are just a speck of dust that falls on the ground.

But fortunately, this Longevity Emperor is not without desires, whether he plays games in the world of mortals or educates all living beings, he can still see a little bit of humanity when he happens to his daughter occasionally!
The Golden Building has three floors.

Unlike the rough and grand buildings in the north, the southerners tend to pursue exquisite details and require everything to be comprehensive.

The make-up must be done meticulously, the hair must be combed perfectly, and even the creases on the clothes must be smoothed out. Even the arrangement of lighting, furniture, and stairs in the lobby are all well-spoken.

There can be no dust on the red paint, no hair on the ground...

The rules are cumbersome, but Jinlou has done it to the extreme.

Rumor has it that every lamp in the hall is different, every window pattern is different, and every woman's makeup is also different.

In the secret room on the third floor, Gong Er was in a trance for a while, and then looked at it curiously.

To Jiajing, getting on a female body felt a little weird.

The Golden Tower lives up to its name, it is really resplendent and brightly lit, there is no saying to turn off the lights, nor to close the door, if guests come, just go in.

Outside the Golden Tower, you can't hear women yelling to attract customers for money, only laughter, music, and singing.

A few seconds later, Gong Baosen was startled suddenly, turned to look at his daughter, and then clasped his fists in salute.

Jiajing nodded slightly, and said in a voice like a silver bell: "You do your own thing, just pretend that I don't exist."

"Yes, Emperor!"

Gong Baosen's going south to Foshan had a great purpose, and it was decided at the beginning of the year.

Not long after, famous boxers in Guangdong and important officials of the Republic of China gathered in Jinlou.

Gong Baosen sat on the main seat, with a big horse and a golden knife; beside him, Yishui's prominent middle-aged man; behind him stood his great apprentice Ma San, with a serious face; and Jiajing found a good seat, looking like a spectator look like,

Glancing at the possessed emperor, then looking at the people from the rivers and lakes in the Golden Tower and the cheongsam aunt who likes to watch the excitement, Gong Baosen slowly stretched out a finger to pick his ear.

Immediately, the scene was silent.

Then he picked up the folding fan and tapped his palm, and said:

"In my life... only three things have happened. Merged Xingyimen and Baguamen, took over from my elder brother's class, took charge of the Chinese Warrior Association, and united Tongbei, Paohammer, Taiji, Yanqing and other ten Several sects joined, and finally the northern boxers were brought together to go south to pass on their skills."

"In the 18th year of the Republic of China, the Liangguang Guoshu Museum was established, and the five tigers went to the south of the Yangtze River. It was agreed with Mr. Li Renchao in this golden building..."

"I'm old, and the newcomers are coming out."

"My retirement ceremony was held once in the north, and this time the invitation of the Meng Jing Wu Association will be held here again, in order to bid farewell to my old buddies and old comrades in the south."

"It was my big apprentice Ma San who joined me in the Northeast, and he took over my class."

Ma San was wearing a purple satin robe and a black mandarin jacket. He was not tall and lean, with eyes like knives, and raised his hands to the left and right.

"You all have to take care of him."

"Originally, I wanted to do the last thing, which was to spread the fist from the south to the north, but it's a pity..."

Gong Baosen hesitated for a moment, did not continue, and said instead: "At the retirement ceremony here, the one who fought with me, I think, is a boxer from the south."

"Of course everyone needs to approve it!"

"Choose one!"

The Gong family has no defeats, and this boxer who joined hands, no matter whether he wins or loses, is considered famous.

Gong Baosen didn't care about these false names, and even prepared to build momentum for this boxer, but Ma San had to stand out.

"When you enter a temple to worship Buddha, you have to enter the mountain gate. If you want to see the real Buddha, you have to pass my Ma San first."

When Jiajing left the Golden Tower, there was already a fight inside.

On the carriage, Jiajing sat at the head seat, Gong Baosen sat beside him, and Lao Jiang, an old-time executioner who raised a monkey, drove the carriage.

At this time, the monkey shivered and shrank in Lao Jiang's arms, covered its eyes with its paws, and dared not even make a sound.

"You have roots of wisdom..."

Jiajing finally said, "She is not as good as you."

Gong Er is far inferior to Gong Baosen, who is an easy master of Chinese martial arts who came from the old era.

With Jiajing's daily guidance, Gong Er only got an introduction to internal strength, and Gong Baosen learned it casually, and then he had his own insights.

It is only a matter of time before the iron palm is integrated into the Eight Diagrams 64 hands.

What is a guru?This is the guru.

In the world of the "Grandmaster of a Generation", I thought that we could only obtain modern technology to realize the industrialization reform of Ming Dynasty. This time, Jiajing felt that he should dig into the "invitation to the upper body".

Daming not only wants to achieve industrialization, but also needs to achieve high-level militaryization!
"I'm old……"

Gong Baosen shook his head with a wry smile, their time has passed!The New World has no ships that can carry them...

"That is the mystery of the national art that you haven't really comprehended. Breaking through the void to see the gods is not bad, the way of sincerity can be known beforehand, and the road of national art can actually be passed through."

"Gong Er" closed his eyes and said, "Take me to meet these masters! My kung fu should be passed on to the world..."

Immediately, Gong Baosen's eyes burst into brilliance: "Yes! Dijun!"

On a dark side street in Foshan, an old man with gray hair was sitting in front of the stove making soup.

The aroma of meat filled the night, Jiajing twitched the tip of her small nose, she was a little hungry.

Gong Baosen raised his robe and knelt down in front of the old man, with tears in his eyes: "Brother, Baosen came to see you."

Ding Lianshan, the "Ghost of Guandong", immediately got up and supported Gong Baosen's arms: "The Northeast is so big, it can't accommodate you. You must come to Foshan, get up!"

"I'm here to pick you up."

"Go back? Can I go back? The Northeast is now dominated by Japanese people. Under the banner of the sun, can I, a ghost, be tolerated?"

Ding Lianshan shook his head slightly, with a cold tone, he picked up a small spoon, picked up the soup from the iron pot, and put it into his mouth: "It's not the time yet."

"Stewing soup like this is exhausting."

"This is not a stew, but a snake soup."

"Snake soup is a winter dish."

"It's been a dish for decades."

"It's been decades. 1905 is the year of the Yisi, which is the year of the snake. You left the Northeast in that year."

"When making soup, you must pay attention to the heat. If the heat is not enough, it will be difficult for everyone to adjust. If the heat is too high, things will be burnt. The same is true for human beings. Go back!"

Gong Baosen held Ding Lianshan's arms, nodded vigorously and said: "Brother, the fire is here."

Just when the two brothers were using the snake soup as a metaphor for the world, "Gong Er" walked in pacingly, took the sea bowl, scooped up the snake soup and tasted it.

Ding Lianshan looked at Gong Baosen suspiciously, he knew this niece.

"Dijun, this is my senior brother, Ding Lianshan. In terms of kung fu, I am not as good as him, and in terms of understanding, I am not as good as him."

"Brother, your niece has entered the Tao and invited the gods. Emperor Longevity!"

"..."

Ding Lianshan looked at Gong Baosen with the expression that you think I'm a fool...

(End of this chapter)