High Score Movie Life

Chapter 178

The matter is not complicated, but the impact is quite a headache.

In this troubled year, the transition between the old and the new in the Chinese Martial Arts Association is already full of contradictions. The successor has done this, trying to turn the big into the small, but he is in a coma.

The old ghost in the palace has been ups and downs for half his life. After getting old, his anger subsides, and he mostly convinces people with reason, but who doesn't have the time when he is young and full of energy.

When he took over as the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association from his senior brother Li Cunyi, he was dissatisfied with others, especially those who did bad things.

Because he upheld the righteousness of his family and country and promoted Chinese martial arts, he first merged the two sects of Bagua Xingyi, and then joined more than a dozen sects such as Tongbei, Paochui, Tai Chi, and Yan Qing.

For such a great achievement, the means may not be fair and aboveboard, whether it is coercion, inducement, or bullying, as long as the goal is achieved, it is understandable to be more flexible.

"Gong Laogui, this is your family matter, and it is also the matter of the Chinese Samurai Association. It is handled internally and externally. You can handle it yourself." The middle-aged man in military uniform quickly distanced himself, but he did not expect the effect to be significant.

"Director Zhang's words make sense. First, send Ma San to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment. Let's find out who this martial artist is!"

The speaker's name is Zhang Zhankui, the representative of Zhang Sect's Baguazhang. He is known as the "Lightning Hand" in the world. He studied under Liu Qilan, the master of Xingyi, and later under Dong Haichuan. He successively took over as the director of Tianjin's No. [-] Guoshu Museum.

Takamiya Haneda's generation is indistinguishable in terms of martial arts. One of his apprentices is as famous as Huo Yuanjia.

The great master Han Muxia.

Ma San was carried out of the theater in full view of everyone, and everyone present was shocked.

It is known privately that this guy pretends to respect his master when meeting senior masters, but acts domineeringly when facing his peers in the martial arts world. He is an extremely ambitious person.

Earlier, Gong Laogui revealed to the public that he wanted to take over the Chinese Samurai Association. Various sects and factions were dissatisfied. It was not that no one had done something secretly, but this madman's martial arts was really good, and no one of the younger generation could beat him.

Nowadays, people who have been injured do not know whether they are alive or dead, and there are many people who are gloating about the misfortune. There are even theatergoers waiting for the palace old ghost to make a fool of himself.

"Ruomei, go backstage and ask, pay attention to the rules of the world, there are no villains in our Gong family!"

Looking at the red banner above the stage, Gong Yutian spoke eloquently, but he was angry and might not be kind.

"Dad, why should you be polite to someone who hides his head and shows his tail?" After all, the woman was young and energetic, and did not understand the ways of the world.

"No need to say more."

No matter how reluctant Miss Gong Er was, she had no choice but to do as she was told. When selecting people, she specially selected a few good players. If the other party didn't give her face, she wouldn't be able to control so much.

In the messy backstage, few people were intact. Good-tempered people tolerated their anger, while bad-tempered ones started to curse loudly.

The junior brother accompanied Xian's family and persuaded her to leave quickly and not stay here for a long time.

He Shen stepped forward to check everyone's injuries, and quietly used Guibo Zhenqi to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis for them. Some seniors were old and had osteoporosis and Qi and blood failure, which might leave some hidden injuries.

"Xiaolou, you just injured that man and you must have caused trouble. Don't worry about us anymore. Leave the theater and go to Peking as soon as possible." Mr. Shang felt a little regretful and gave a kind reminder. After speaking, he sighed helplessly.

Li Jinshun and Sister Li were filled with remorse. If she had known that this group of warriors were so lawless, she should not have invited so many colleagues to join in the fun. Now there are no people inside and outside.

Seeing the organizer, Manager Yang, standing there as if nothing was wrong, he suddenly became angry and grabbed his sleeve: "Yang, what did you say in the first place? Look, look! Tianjin Pear Bank is in disgrace." ”

Lao Yang tried his best to break free, but the woman's grip was tight, so he had no choice but to explain: "Everyone Li, who knew that something like this would happen. After all, the city government came forward. I didn't expect it to be a show for a group of gangsters."

"You look down on us Jianghu people?"

A young woman suddenly broke into the backstage and responded with a retort. Then several sturdy men filed in, each standing to block the back door.

The person who came was none other than Miss Gong Er.

In the student uniform of the Republic of China, only the word "Nankai" on the chest pin was particularly eye-catching.

Heng Mei Leng asked Manager Yang, "Are you in charge here?"

Seeing this formation, he knew that he was here to challenge the enemy. As the saying goes, a good man will not suffer the consequences of his immediate losses. Manager Yang quickly bent down and said politely: "He is just a villain."

As soon as she finished speaking, two strong men walked out from beside the woman, holding her in the middle, one on the left and the other on the right. Old Yang was so frightened that he almost peed. He immediately opened his mouth and shouted for help: "Hero, don't be impulsive! I have something to say."

"Don't worry, I'll let you tell me."

The cold woman ordered someone to sneak Lao Yang Ti in front of everyone, pointed at a group of troupes and asked.

"Someone just beat my senior brother Ma seriously, do you dare to come forward!"

After hearing this, Lao Yang, who was heartbroken, seemed to have found a life-saving straw. He raised his voice and pointed at someone: "Nvxia, I know who it is! It's him, Duan Xiaolou from the Guan Family Theater Troupe."

The girl looked up and saw a tall man covered in robes, painted in various colors, and his appearance was unrecognizable.

The woman got a little closer, but still couldn't recognize anyone. She felt contempt and sarcastically said: "What? You don't dare to show your true face to others!"

He Shen looked down at the costumes and then in the makeup mirror, feeling speechless for a moment.

Junior brother Cheng Dieyi burst out laughing.

"Why are you laughing!" Miss Gong Er scolded, suddenly realizing something, she looked left and right, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Awkward!
By coincidence, Lao Yang volunteered to explain again: "Hero, he put on makeup, and you'll know what he looks like after you wash it off."

It really is a pot that cannot be opened without mentioning.

"Shut up! I know what's going on."

Manager Yang had an innocent face, and the girl suddenly felt unlucky, so she clenched her fists and asked, "Your name is Duan Xiaolou?"

"Yes."

What is supposed to come will always come, and the younger will come and the older will come, but the person in front of me is not old, and is quite beautiful.

"Did you injure me, Senior Brother Menma?"

"If you are referring to the rogue just now, it is indeed me!"

The beautiful woman stared at He Shen, her eyes slightly narrowed, and her body instinctively assumed a defensive posture. Unfortunately, she was a woman. She was born with a small frame and insufficient strength, so she could only practice feminine martial arts suitable for women.

He Shen used the system functions to explore, but unfortunately he only got rough information. The system's built-in function is not very easy to use in the world of movies and TV dramas, but it is very good in the real world.

Seeing that people answered simply and without any delay, Miss Gong Er had nowhere to show off her energy.

You can only follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, and report your family status first with courtesy and then with soldiers.

"My little girl, Gong Ruomei, comes from the Dongbei Palace family. May I ask where you come from?"

He Shen raised his head and thought, he had learned a lot, but there was only one Du Xinwu who wanted to be his disciple. He was about to reply.

Sudden!I sensed a hint of murderous intent and had an idea!

Looking away, a man quietly took out a pistol from his arms in the dark, pointed it at He Shen and pulled the trigger.

"Bah, bang, bang," a rapid shooting, obviously intending to kill someone.

An incredible scene appeared. Amid the screams of the crowd, He turned into a ghost, flashing around in the small space backstage. He happened to predict the direction of the gun every time and dodged the bullets one after another.

The man emptied the magazine and was extremely surprised when he saw that He Shen was not injured at all, and then ran towards the back door in a flash.

He Shen casually picked up a prop wooden knife and threw it at the man with all his strength. The blade followed him like a shadow, quickly passed through the gap between the people and plunged into the man's hind leg.

The killer stumbled and fell on the wooden board. He was unable to move but did not stop, crawling forward with a ferocious look on his face.Both He Shen and Miss Gong Stomped their feet and flew towards the man to catch him. One wanted to ask him clearly, and the other wanted to prevent him from taking poison and committing suicide.

He Shen, who was slightly further away, stepped forward and grabbed the back of the man's neck with the claws in his right hand. Then Guibo Zhenqi penetrated into his body and went down along the spine to destroy his limbs.

The left hand quickly stretched out towards the man's neck, and with a clever twist, the chin was removed.

Miss Gong Er arrived just in time. Seeing that He Shen was so cruel, she stretched out her hand and pointed angrily: "You!"

Just as she finished speaking, a tooth flew out of the man's mouth and landed in front of her eyes. It rolled on the ground a few times, revealing the medicine bag hidden in the tooth.

"Unexpectedly, the Gong family still keeps dead soldiers in captivity!" He Shen retracted his palm and spoke sarcastically to the woman.

"The Gong family will never do this, so don't slander me!"

Miss Gong Er picked up the pistol used by the man and checked it over and over again, frowning and thinking a lot.

"Southern Type [-] pistol, a Japanese thing." He Shen reminded lightly.

"You don't need to say it!"

Once this aloof woman felt that she had made a mistake, she couldn't let go of her arrogance and subconsciously acted a little bit hot-tempered.

He Shen didn't want to push too hard, so he turned to his junior brother Cheng Dieyi and asked, "Are you injured? You were too hasty to hide just now and didn't worry about you."

Hearing the gunfire really scared Cheng Dieyi. He was not worried about himself, but worried and deeply hurt.

Seeing that the person was under control, he quickly ran over, opened his arms and hugged He Shen, his movements were intimate, like a young couple who had lost their love.

In public, He Shen showed a hint of embarrassment and pushed his junior brother's shoulder, but Cheng Dieyi pretended not to know and twisted in his arms a few times, still refusing to let go.

He Shen had no choice but to persuade him softly: "Okay, I'm fine. There are so many people watching, so don't make people laugh."

At this moment, everyone gradually came back to their senses. It was strange that there was no danger, and it was an eye-opener.

There were many people present who had martial arts backgrounds, but they were the only ones who could practice martial arts to such a level. For example, Mr. Shang had only practiced basic skills.

There were also several female actors who were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were split apart. They still patted their chests with their little hands to breathe and soothe themselves.

The Xian family, who had been hiding behind people just now, took the initiative to step forward and help persuade because they were helped twice by senior brother He Shen: "Die Yi, it's okay. Let go of your senior brother first and let him understand the situation."

As he spoke, he patted his shoulder, and happened to see the heartbroken tears. He was shocked and thought of something.

He pointed at the two of them and sighed: "What an injustice!"

Xian Lingxia pulled Cheng Dieyi aside and stared at his face, but couldn't help but persuade him: "It's just a bad fate after all, so why bother getting entangled in it."

Cheng Dieyi closed her eyes with tears streaming down her face. She shook her head first and then nodded affirmatively.

Hey... Everyone Xian sighed.

Love in this world is a word that cannot be understood as casual and free, but can be understood as unforgettable.

Miss Gong Er had reattached the man's chin and started interrogating him carefully.

"Zhang Chou! Who ordered you? Where did the pistol and poison come from?"

Since he was a dead man, he was already prepared to die and refused to speak no matter what, so she couldn't torture him severely here.

He turned to Heshen and asked, "Mr. Duan, Zhang Chou is a disciple of the Gong family. The Gong family will definitely give you an explanation. Can you leave it to me?"

"Please!"

He Shen didn't expect her to ask anything. Even if he did it himself, he would probably be in vain.

When traveling through time, the system has disabled all abilities, except breath perception and Turtle Shock Wave, which are affected by Turtle Wave Qigong.

The set of bullet dodging skills just now calmed down the self-esteemed Miss Gong Er, but now the anger has subsided, and she feels wronged, her posture has eased a lot.

"Mr. Duan, could you please come to the front desk to speak to me? My father and seniors will be waiting for you."

"Could it be a Hongmen Banquet?"

"How dare you, how dare you, this is just an exchange of advice between fellow martial artists."

"Then please."

"Mr. Duan please go first."

Miss Gong Er lowered her body to show respect. Just as He Shen was about to stand up, Cheng Dieyi stopped him: "Senior brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay. I can't let you accompany me this time. Now I can't sing the show. Why don't I take everyone with me and leave together? I'll meet you after my senior brother has finished dealing with it."

Cheng Dieyi smiled and shook his head, and He Shen asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Is there anything else?"

"Senior brother, wait a minute, how can you meet guests in a costume? It's not too late to go after taking off your makeup." After saying that, he started to untie the belt of the costume.

He Shen stretched out his arms and lifted up his wide sleeves, and smiled at the pretty woman: "Please wait a moment, Miss Gong can take the first step."

"Mr. Duan, please."

Gong Ruomei chose to go directly through the curtain to the front desk. The gunfire just now must have caused panic, and she was probably waiting for her to explain.

He Shen took off his costume and changed into a Mao suit. He originally wanted to wear a robe, but he was too young and looked a bit nondescript.

The Chinese tunic is well done, and the handsome man looks in good spirits!

After walking around a long way out of the back stage door, I walked into the theater hall calmly.

At this time, the theater was abuzz with people, and they even yelled and cursed, blaming the organizer for not singing this play.
And there is a despicable person in the corner, whispering in a low voice as if he is gloating.

Now that he had changed into casual clothes, no one recognized He Shen when he walked in. They just thought he was some underachiever.

Looking at the red banner above that read "The Succession Ceremony of the New President of the Chinese Martial Arts Association", He Shen suddenly realized that he couldn't blame the Gong family for asking for help and beating the new president unconscious, which was a disgrace.

"Why don't you come out? Luo Li, you are so unhappy!" Someone was obviously anxious.

An old man turned his head and asked, "Gong girl, what does that man look like?"

Gong Ruomei was stunned for a moment. She really didn't know what He Shen looked like. She glanced at the crowd and said, "That man is tall and burly, and he speaks like a young man."

"Young man? What kind of young man can beat Ma San like this, what a young man!"

Gong Laogui heard the meaning behind the words and asked, "Ruomei, didn't you see that person's appearance clearly?"

"The man put on a costume and covered his face."

"You..., you are not reliable when you are young." Another old man interjected.

With no other choice, Miss Gong Er had no choice but to shout loudly around her: "Mr. Duan, can you show up and see me?"

This voice, using all his skills, spread throughout the hall, making everyone look at him in shock.

At this time, a young man walked towards them, his pace was slow and not hasty.

(End of this chapter)