High Score Movie Life

Chapter 179

Gong Laogui noticed a breath of air behind him and turned around suddenly to look back.

A handsome young man, full of vigor and vitality, his whole body Qi is integrated, and every step shows the natural way of Taoism.

Walking up to people, bowing hands and saluting: "I've seen you all in the lower building."

He is neither humble nor arrogant but acts as he pleases, which is approved by all the bosses. He is really too young, but he is only in his twenties.

"Your name is Duan Xiaolou? Did you hurt my apprentice?" Gong Laogui asked in disbelief.

He Shen didn't want to explain anymore and turned his attention to Miss Gong Er who was standing aside.

"Dad, it should be him."

People have confirmed that it is time to draw a line.

The always conceited Gong Laogui had to act according to the rules.

"My apprentice Ma San does things recklessly and without regard to severity. Not only does he break the rules, but he also hurts the face of everyone in Tianjin Liyuan. He is really the one to blame for being injured!"

As soon as he said this, he continued without waiting for the people around him to refute: "Mr. Duan was frightened by the shooting just now. In any case, that person is from the Gong family. Gong is here to apologize to you."

After saying that, he bowed down and bowed deeply.

This gift is not light!

Gong Yutian was highly respected in the martial arts world, and he was willing to put down his dignity and apologize to the younger generation. The people present were all veterans. After thinking about it for a moment, they knew that this matter would not go well.

He Shen stood there in shock, neither returning nor being polite.

"My surname is Duan, my father thinks you are the master of suffering. I will give you a step down, but you are so noble that you don't even open your mouth!"

Gong Ruomei still has the temperament of a eldest lady. She is still a student when she is young.

"That's what Duan can afford!"

"Oh? Mr. Duan is so confident. He must be from a famous family. Can you tell me something?" Zhang Zhankui relied on his seniority and wanted to find out about this unruly young man.

"It's not a famous family. Since its establishment, our sect has been reclusive and has always passed down its skills from master to apprentice."

"I didn't expect him to be an expert hermit. That Gong really wants to know more about him."

He Shen paused, thinking back to Du Xinwu back then, and secretly counting the years.

It is now 1936, and Japan's spy chief Doihara Kenji is sending people everywhere to search for traces of Du Xinwu. If I remember correctly, Master Du should have taken his family and hid in his hometown in Hunan.

Let’s not mention Master Du. The old man is too famous. Not only is he famous at home and abroad, he is also involved in today’s political circles and the underworld.

"I am studying under the Natural Sect. The founder of the sect is Master Xu Ai from the late Qing Dynasty. He is not very famous."

This self-reported family status made everyone confused. Even Zhang Zhankui, who was well-informed, had never heard of this sect.

From the Manchu Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, there are countless martial arts schools, both official and private, and there are more than 360 with names.

But what did Gong Laogui think of? He had been ordered to enter the palace in his early years, and was granted the title of a fourth-grade sword-wielding guard, and was appointed as the chief guard of the palace.

At that time, there were several martial arts masters specially recruited from the private sector in the bodyguard office. Among them was a boxer from Hunan named Du Xinwu. He was a bodyguard master, had read books, and was good at martial arts.

When chatting privately, this person once said that he came from some natural sect, and that there were only two masters and apprentices in the sect. He didn't pay attention at the time. Later, this person joined the Revolutionary Party, and they completely parted ways.

Later, I heard that he had gained quite a reputation, but the world and the court were far apart, so they became indifferent without any contact.

The latest news was from more than 20 years ago, and it seems that he became the "double leader" of the Qinghong Gang.

Thinking of this, Gong Laogui frowned. The Qinghong Gang is not easy to mess with. There are many gang members with various styles, and there are countless three sects and nine sects.

Looking up at this handsome young man, he was in a dilemma for a moment.

"Mr. Duan, does Mr. Duan know Du Xinwu who is known as the "North and South Hero"?" Gong Laogui suddenly asked, and the people present were in an uproar.

Especially Miss Gong Er, who studied at Nankai University. As a new woman in the Republic of China era and coming from a martial arts family, she highly respected the "world's best bodyguard" who had protected Mr. Sun Yat-sen.

"know!"

Unexpectedly, the other party really knew about Natural Gate, and even the only descendant could tell it, and He Shen would not hide it.

"You are Du Daxia's apprentice? I really didn't expect it." Gong Ruomei was overjoyed, just like a later fan meeting his star idol.

"I can't even call him an apprentice. I just learned a few natural techniques."

When these words came out, people were confused. Since ancient times, it has been the rule of various sects to learn skills only by apprenticeship.

Although there is no age limit for apprenticeship, and only those who have mastered the skills can be apprentices, they are always very cautious when accepting apprentices and passing on their skills.

What He Shen said was vague, and it is not without exception. In today's martial arts exchanges, if you see the right thing, you will pass it on once or twice, and you will not cherish yourself with a broom.

After thinking about this, Gong Laogui can feel at ease, and he can do things easily next.

"Since Mr. Duan is from the theater industry, let's follow the rules on stage." Old Ghost Gong started to get angry.

"What do you mean? Please explain."

"I heard that theater companies are not allowed to pick gaps and dismantle the stage. Today is the handover ceremony of the new and old president of the Chinese Wushu Association. Ma San, who was injured by Mr. Duan, is the new president. Does this count as dismantling the stage?"

"Forget it! After all, I hurt him and ruined everyone's face."

Seeing Heshen boldly admitting it, Old Ghost Gong pointed at himself and said, "That's good! Young man, Gong wants to save face for the society, so you dare to fight?"

"How to fight? I'll take it all from here."

"Okay! I admire you for your courage."

Old Ghost Gong stepped onto the stage with a brisk stride, waved his robe and spread his hands, beckoning: "Mr. Duan, we are one-on-one, with a limit of ten moves. If there is no winner, this matter will be revealed; if Mr. Gong wins One and a half moves, Mr. Duan only needs to sing a play here."

He Shen was not willing to be outdone. He stomped his feet and jumped onto the stage. Faced with the momentum exerted by Gong Laogui, he asked bluntly: "President Gong, you haven't said yet, what will happen if I win?"

Unexpectedly, her father would end up in person. Miss Gong Er was so anxious that she could not stop him because she moved too fast. Suddenly Ting Ting and Shen lost their words and became furious.

"The Gong family will never lose! They have never been defeated, father! Let your daughter act on your behalf."

As he said this, he was about to jump onto the stage, but was held back by an old monkey-charming slave.

"Miss, no! The words have been spoken and cannot be taken back."

"Uncle Jiang, let go! My father is a senior, so he won't win with force."

He Shen stood on the stage and responded with a smile: "Master Gong, what the second lady said is right. The so-called boxing is afraid of young people, but I can't win with force! How about someone else?"

"Shut up! Dad, don't listen to his nonsense."

As soon as the words came out, I felt that it was wrong, and I was caught by the words. I wanted to explain again, but was interrupted by Gong Laogui: "Don't say any more, since Mr. Duan is so confident, if Gong XX loses ten tricks, I will send it to Your Excellency." Two great gifts."

"Very good! I accepted the gift in advance. Master Gong, please take action."

Gong Yutian studied under Dong Haichuan, the master of Baguazhang, and later learned Xingyi Quan from his senior brother Li Cunyi. Now, with the two masters, his martial arts has reached the realm of transformation.

He Shen said he could defeat him in ten moves, but no one believed him. Even Sun Lutang, the best in the world, dared not say he could defeat him in a hundred moves. "I only know two skills. Which one does Mr. Duan want to learn?"

"It's best to use a few moves at each door. Old gentleman, don't underestimate the enemy."

"Okay! Duan Xiaoyou is the most confident person Gong has ever seen. He must be very skilled in martial arts, so I'll take it."

Gong Laogui turned his palms into swords and spun his steps, swimming forward quickly, like a fish or snake, his movements were erratic, and his steps were smooth and smooth without leaving any trace.

While wandering, he suddenly got close, and struck He deep into the throat with a knife from his right hand. The technique was insidious and tricky, and it coincided with Yin and Yang. It was really a combination of righteousness and surprise.

He Shen clenched his fists with both hands and waved his arms to block, but he saw Gong Laogui changing his moves in the middle, closing his palms into fists and attacking his lower abdomen with a force of strength.

He Shen ducked sideways, but Gong Laogui's other left palm suddenly slashed out, and he could no longer avoid it.

He could only quickly punch and open his sword, then step back to keep the distance.

But Gong Laogui is best at Qinggong and Shenfa. With the help of Ba Gua Zhang, he seems to be stuck and deep, following each step like a shadow. He raises and lowers the knife with his hand, and punches like spears, giving no time for reaction at all.

Each blow is aimed at the weak points of vitality, the throat, armpits, under the ribs, joints, and even the lower yin and temples.

In the blink of an eye, the eight moves were over, forcing He Shen to scramble, but Gong Laogui was even more anxious. Regardless of whether his strength was bright or dark, it seemed that he was hitting the empty space.

When fists, arms and elbows collided with the opponent to block, the intuition was that the opposite was a huge rock, as if it was invulnerable.

Neither side could waste any more, and He Shen took the lead in using Guibo Qi, mobilizing his internal energy to make his blood like mercury hold the Qi into elixirs, and his bones like thunder.

"Hey!" The punch was like a whirlwind.

Gong Laogui's eyes widened, and the hairs all over his body suddenly appeared. It was too late to hide.

He pushed forward with both palms, intending to receive the heavy punch forcefully.

There was a loud bang, and the old ghost took seven or eight steps back before releasing the huge force, but his arms were shaking and his palms were red.

The spectators in the audience were shocked that the old ghost Gong was actually repelled.

Miss Gong Er was even more astonished. Could it be that father is about to lose?The glorious name of the Gong family.

He Shen did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory. He put on a boxing stance and kindly advised: "Master Gong, nine moves have been passed, why not give up here!"

"I'm not defeated yet! There's only one move left, Mr. Duan, feel free to take action."

At this moment, in front of everyone's eyes, Gong Yutian was already riding a tiger and couldn't get off, so he could only bite the bullet and take another Heshen move.

Miss Gong Er wanted to persuade her again, but she couldn't speak. She was in a dilemma between her honor and her father.

He Shen flew up in front of Gong Laogui, and struck out with his right fist casually, seemingly ordinary. The old ghost had a different heart, could it be that the other party was deliberately giving in?

No matter what, he had to take it seriously. He swung his left arm and struck He Shen on his right arm with a knife, blocking all attacks from the left.

But He Shen turned his fist into a claw, grabbed his wrist, and pulled it forward. Gong Laogui immediately leaned forward, lifted his heels off the ground, and was about to fall into He Shen's arms. He raised his right hand and hurriedly shot forward. A palm.

Unexpectedly, He Shen suddenly lowered his waist and turned sideways, exposing half of his back. His right palm slapped directly on the opponent's shoulder. As for the left arm that was grabbed and pulled, it was already on the opponent's shoulder.

He Shen suddenly bent over and made a perfect one-hand throw over the shoulder, slamming Gong Laogui to the ground.

"father!"

"Master Gong!"

"President Gong!"

The audience immediately became a mess, and all kinds of shouts could be heard.

Miss Gong Er even jumped onto the stage and raised her hand to hit He Shen.

Obviously out of anger, he struck out randomly, with no scruples, and the sword went straight to the vital point.

He Shen quickly broke up with the other party, and just when he was about to explain, he saw several people rushing onto the stage, including the old slave Uncle Jiang.

The old slave was even more ruthless. He actually pulled out the steel knife from his waist and turned it into a gust of swords and slashed deeply. This was life-threatening!
Really looking for death!

Running Turtle Wave Qi at full power, letting it travel throughout the body, He Shen's strength and speed increased several times again, and he flashed to one side to avoid the blade flying down from the air.

His right hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of the knife, and swung it upward with force. The old slave felt a huge force coming from the blade of the knife. The steel knife and his arms were raised uncontrollably, revealing the empty door on his chest.

He Shen suddenly punched him in the chest with his left hand. The blow made the old slave vomit blood, took a few steps back and knelt on the ground.

"Uncle Jiang!" Miss Gong's eyes widened in anger, and her palms turned into swords to attack He Shen again.

"Stop it!" a loud shout sounded.

Miss Gong Er quickly turned around to check, only to see Old Ghost Gong slowly stand up, pick up the hat on the ground, and pat the dust on his robe, as if nothing happened.

Everyone was stunned, the back fall just now could kill someone, how could they be unscathed?
Gong Laogui didn't seem to care. He cupped his fists at Heshen and said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Duan, for showing mercy. I am completely convinced of my defeat."

He Shen quickly returned the greeting: "Master Gong, you're welcome. Because of my youth, I am a bit more energetic than the old gentleman."

"I'm afraid it's not just about the strong blood!" After saying that, he burst out laughing.

Miss Gong Er reacted and immediately stepped forward to hold Gong Yutian's arm: "Dad, are you really okay? Why don't you find a doctor?"

"It's really all right. Daddy, my martial arts practice has reached a state where I can't stretch a feather and a fly can't fall. I don't know anything about my body. I know whether there is any injury or not better than those doctors."

"Then my daughter will go see Uncle Jiang first."

After finishing speaking, he gave He Shen a hard look, the little girl really held a grudge, she clearly showed that she was merciful, but she didn't appreciate it at all.

At this time, Lao Jiang stood up with a knife in hand. His body looked a little weak, and he was swaying and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

When the palace girl came over, she quickly waved her hand and said: "Second Miss, don't worry, the old slave can't die, it's just that he is angry and his skills are not as good as others!"

"Old sir, that's too much. That knife just now could kill someone. I've already given you enough face by not taking your life." He Shen would not spoil him.

Uncle Jiang was so out of breath, he shouted at He Shen at the top of his voice: "As long as you fight with Second Miss, I will still take your life!"

Holy shit!I'd better piss you off, old man.

Don't bother to pay attention to him, now that he has won a complete victory, it's time for He Shen to retire.

The old ghost rushed to Gong and cupped his fists: "Master Gong, I think Duan has nothing to do, so I'll take my leave first."

"Wait a minute! Did Mr. Duan forget something?" Gong Laogui called to He Shen with a happy face, his smile was a bit weird.

He Shen paused and looked back with confusion on his face.

"Before the competition, Mr. Duan received two heavy gifts from me. You won't forget it."

This reminder made He Shen think of it, and he touched his chin: "Why don't I leave it with you first, and wait until I'm free to pick it up that day? It's not very convenient now."

After speaking, he pointed to the people in the audience. I didn't look carefully just now. Counting the upstairs and downstairs, there are hundreds of people.

"Gong Mou never owes a debt in his life. Any debt must be paid, and any revenge must be avenged."

(End of this chapter)