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Chapter 11 The Golden Tower
Luo Heng took out the crumpled posts from his arms.

He wavered in front of Gong Er.

Self-satisfied: "Is this what you said?"

Gong Er stretched out his hand to take the post, and took a look at it.

Asked: "Luo Heng? Is your name written on it?"

Luo Heng nodded: "The current owner of Luo's Baji Hall——Luo Heng! It's me."

Gong Er looked left and right again, the martial arts shelf in the yard had obviously not been cleaned for a long time.

There was a layer of floating ash.

The entire boxing gym was silent, and no one else showed up.

Can't help but ask curiously: "Are you the owner of the museum here?"

Luo Heng nodded.

The corners of Gong Er's lips curled up slightly: "Just a boxing gym for one person?"

Luo Heng said unhappily: "What's wrong with being alone? That Yan Zhiye just now has quite a lot of people, so he was beaten to the bum by me alone..."

Gong Er smiled and said: "Since you have something to do at night, then our competition will be postponed, and I will come to you after two days when I have time."

Return the re-smoothed post to Luo Heng.

Turn around and walk out.

Luo Heng said urgently: "Who promised you? Besides, I may not necessarily have time when you are free, buddies are busy!"

Gong Er stood under the eaves of the front porch.

Turning back and laughing, "Then we'll fight again when you're free. There's also my handkerchief, you have to clean it up..."

When she turned her head, her cheeks were slightly red, and she went out without looking back.

Old Jiang looked at his second young lady strangely.

Look up at the plaque of "Roche Baji Hall".

"Second miss, this person doesn't look like a good person, he's very treacherous..."

"It's just interesting to see him, just give it a try, don't think too much..."

Old Jiang's face was a little dignified, because he thought so much...

The official name of Jinlou is actually Gonghelou.

Just because the whole house is gilded, the decoration is resplendent.

It is also the most famous Xiaojin Cave in Foshan.

It is said that the prince entering and leaving the eunuch can make people lose their money!
So everyone calls it the Golden Tower!
Tonight, it is the old master of the martial arts master holding his retirement ceremony in the south.

A few months in advance, almost the whole of Canton, including several nearby provinces.

In the southern martial arts, all famous schools of martial arts have received posts.

It's a special case for someone like Luo's Baji Pavilion to receive the post today!

Yuanshen didn't like Jinlou in the past.

It is the lack of confidence that was hit when I was young.

Now Luo Heng is at the peak of Ming Jin, and he is also proficient in Luo's Bajiquan at the consummation level.

Among the younger generation, it can be regarded as the top group.

Naturally, the inferiority complex before the original body was gone...

Entered the Golden Tower confidently.

When going upstairs, I met those familiar masters on Wuguan Street.

According to the etiquette in memory, he bowed his hands.

"Master Liao, you are here too..."

"Brother Yong..."

"Uncle Hei..."

This was another reason why Yuanshen didn't want to come to Jinlou.

As the saying goes, the more people lack something, the more they care about it!
These big and rough martial arts practitioners.

Most of them can't even recognize their own names, but they care more about face and etiquette than those scholars.

Who knows if it will be because of a little unintentional slight.

It makes people hate it.

Go along the old-fashioned iron gate elevator to the hall on the second floor.

Luo Heng cursed secretly, the original owner is indeed a no-brainer...

Seeing the women in all kinds of graceful cheongsams, like blooming flowers, shuttling among those warriors.

The posture is elegant, and the demeanor reveals gentleness and confidence, as if it is the embodiment of art.

It adds a touch of mystery to the ancient industry.

During this period of time, the original owner slept all over Foshan, avoiding the Golden Tower alone and not entering, he was simply sick!

"Little Chi, what are you doing here..."

Luo Heng raised his head, and saw an old man with short gray beard standing on the stairs, looking down at him from a height.

The corner of Luo Heng's mouth smiled lightly, and without any fuss, he took out the post from his bosom and lit it up.

"Uncle Deng, it's not that I want to come, but I just accepted the senior's post without showing my face, it's always a bit impolite."

This old man is called Uncle Deng, and he is the big shopkeeper of Jinlou.

He has a deep friendship with his father Luo Li.

The Fengyue place in the Jinlou district can become the most famous place for heroes in the entire southern martial arts world.

Uncle Deng's tricks can be seen.

"I heard that it's only been a few months, and you've ruined the boxing gym that Luo Li left behind, that is to say, old man, I'm getting old now, and I couldn't beat you to death a few years ago, you little red guy..."

Uncle Deng didn't read the words on the post, and made a tone of contempt for Luo Heng.

Luo Heng thought to himself, what is yellow?Be careful what you say, old man, your Jinlou is the real yellow!
Besides, buddies play porn, but never in the boxing gym...

Anyway, it was the original body who was scolding, and it had little to do with him.

Luo Heng indifferently found a corner and sat down, quietly waiting for the show to begin.

Didn't wait long.

A group of people entered one after another.

All the martial artists at the scene stood up and handed over their hands.

The Lord of the night is here!
The one who came in first was Gong Baosen, dressed in black, with a melon skin hat on his head, which was also black.

I don't know if it is Luo Heng's illusion.

I always felt that when Mr. Gong entered the door, his eyes seemed to pause on himself.

Ma San, who was following behind him, didn't even glance at Luo Heng.

Luo Heng didn't care either.

When everyone sat down again, the scene was still a bit noisy...

The old man Gong who sat at the top only raised his hand and dug around his ear.

Following Mr. Gong's simple movements, it seemed to have magical powers.

From the front, it quickly fell into silence.

Luo Heng, who was watching, admired him a little, and the grand master's demeanor overwhelmed the audience.

It really wasn't blown out.

Only the voice of Mr. Gong speaking slowly remained in the hall.

"I only accomplished three things in my life. I merged the Xingyi Gate and the Bagua Gate. I took over from my senior brother and took charge of the Chinese Warrior Association.

"Tongbei, Paohammer, Taiji, Yanqing and more than a dozen sects joined together. In the end, the northern boxers were recruited to go south to pass on their skills.

"In the 18th year of the Republic of China. The Guangdong-Guangzhou Guoshu Museum was established. The five tigers went to the south of the Yangtze River. It was negotiated with Mr. Li Renchao in this golden building.

"I'm old, and newcomers are coming out. My retirement ceremony was held once in the north.

"This time, the invitation of the Meng Jing Wu Association will be held here again. I want to say goodbye to the 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. You have to take care of him.

"Originally, there was one last thing I wanted to do. It was to spread the word from south to north. Unfortunately, I didn't have time.

"At the retirement ceremony here, he joined hands with me. I think it was a boxer from the south. Of course, everyone needs to approve it. Pick one..."

All present tonight, except for the group of people standing behind Mr. Gong.

Almost all of them are famous figures in the southern martial arts.

The reason why I say almost is probably because in the eyes of other people, Luo Heng is just a fake...

However, at this time, no one cared about Luo Heng in the corner.

Everyone glanced at each other.

The meaning of Gong Baosen's words is very clear.

It is to pick a representative of the southern martial arts present here.

Join hands with him and pick up his fame!

This is a great thing to show your face in the whole world.

Some of them are eager to try, and some are self-aware, quietly watching the reactions of others...

They started whispering in twos and threes, and the scene fell into a buzzing noise again...

Gong Baosen looked leisurely, he had finished what he needed to say.

All that is left is for Southern Wulin to pick a representative who can truly be recognized by everyone.

At this time, someone brought a bowl of soup, and Gong Baosen drank it slowly...

The people below were discussing a lot, discussing how to choose this representative.

No one noticed that Gong Baosen, who was sitting at the head, quietly got up and left the table...

Luo Heng, who had been silent in the corner, changed his expression.

Without disturbing the others, he got up and left the hall.

Having watched the original drama, he naturally knows where Gong Baosen is going...

(End of this chapter)