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Chapter 538 I’m a Debt Collector

Three days later.

Fengtian Concord.

The Japanese flag and the flag of Manchuria were flying in the yard, and the branches of the weeping willow were covered with snow.

“drink!”

With a sharp roar, a black shadow flew up from the courtyard gate and fell heavily into the courtyard that had just been cleaned.

Wow~

The cotton curtains in the surrounding rooms were uncovered, and a dozen men with armbands rushed out from inside, looked at their fallen companions on the ground, and turned their heads to the courtyard door.

This is the Fengtian Concord, and Ma San is the steward of Martial Forest in the three provinces of Northeast China. Who dares to make trouble here? Don’t want to live anymore?

“Where is Ma San? Tell Ma San to come out!”

Old Jiang walked into the courtyard and looked at the people blocking the front door without fear.

“Why are you here again?”

Standing in the front row, Ma San’s second apprentice, Xu Heng, looked at Lao Jiang with disdain. Two days ago, this man and Gongjia Second Miss came to Xiehe to make a fuss. His Master stunned him back a few days later. Here comes again, is it possible that the jokes that are still considered to be noisy are not big enough, and that the Gong family is not enough to lose face?

At this moment, a man and a woman walked outside the porter.

The woman was expressionless in a fur coat.

The man’s top hat trench coat and a pair of leather gloves don’t seem to be afraid of the cold wind from the north.

Behind the two of them were Xu Heng’s juniors, who were just surrounded by a distance, no one dared to do anything.

“Second Miss, is it possible that what the Master said last time was not clear enough? Do you want me to repeat it again?”

This was for Gong Er, but Xu Heng’s gaze was always on Lin Yue’s side.

Of course Miss Gong Jia Er understood, otherwise she would not leave easily last time, but this time… the difference is the man standing next to Gong Er.

Except for Lao Jiang, the other people from the palace family objected to her seeking revenge from Ma San. Now that there is one more man, they dare to come back to seek revenge again? It’s so funny.

Gong Er ignored him, looked at the main room and said, “Brother, come out.”

After a while, an unhurried voice came from behind the curtain: “Junior sister, Xu Heng has already made it very clear. I will let you again and again, but I want to save some face for your palace. I never thought…you are determined to smash the sign that the old man earned during his lifetime.”

Gong Eryi said calmly, “Ma San, it’s not me who is going to settle accounts with you today.”

This made Ma San’s apprentices all stunned. It wasn’t her who came to look for things. Who was that? Old ginger? Or……

Huh~

The cotton curtain opened, and a person walked out of the room.

“It’s you!”

The moment Ma San’s expression changed when he saw Lin Yue, how could he have forgotten the man in front of him.

It was this person who defeated him in the Foshan Golden Tower. Gong Baosen trained him like a dog for this matter, and he was sent back out of Foshan after he was finished.

The old man helped him at the retreat ceremony in the north, and it was Lin at the retreat ceremony in the south.

From a formal point of view, the two should indeed be competitors.

But… the competitor belongs to the competitor, Gong Er is not qualified to take back the things from the Gong family, and Lin Yue is naturally even more disqualified. Who doesn’t know that he is the heir of Wing Chun and studied under Liang Bi, the son of Ryazan.

“Junior sister, are you kidding me?”

“Ma San, you think that if you collude with the old man in the door, the palace family is not qualified to collect debts from you, but unfortunately, you missed someone.”

“Who am I missing?”

Gong Er said: “You missed my father’s big brother Ding Lianshan.”

The mustache on Ma San’s face moved a few times: “Ding Lianshan? Isn’t he dead?”

For more than 30 years, Ding Lianshan has never returned to the Northeast, and there is no record of him on Rivers and Lakes. People in Xingyimen and Eight Trigrams think he is dead.

“Master master is not dead.” Gong Er said: “Don’t you know, in 1936 in Foshan Jinlou, many people couldn’t find my dad when you fought hard with the Southern Boxer. In fact, he went to see his uncle. .”

Ma San’s face turned ugly, not only because of Gong Er’s words that evoked the uncomfortable memory, but also because he realized that things seemed to be out of his control.

“So, you mean… Uncle is coming back?”

Gong Er said: “Uncle did not come back, it was his apprentice who came back.”

Ma San shifted his gaze to Lin Yue’s face: “You mean him?”

Gong Er did not speak.

Not speaking is acquiescence.

Xu Heng and others all looked at Lin Yue.

“Some people say that the gist of Xingyiquan is to advance in a single thread and not to stop. Others say that the gist of Xingyiquan is to chase the wind and catch the moon without letting go. I don’t know which point of view Mr. Ma agrees more with.”

Ma San smiled, angrily turned back, a guy who played a woman’s boxing actually came to discuss with him the masculine and mighty essence of Xingyiquan.

“Mr. Lin, if Mr. Liang knows that you are deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors, and you switch to the uncle’s sect, I don’t know what will happen under Jiuquan.”

Lin Yue said, “Who told you that I learned Xingyiquan from Master Ding?”

While speaking, he took off his leather gloves and patted against the wind.

Slap, slap, slap~

The sound is not loud, but it is clear.

After a few breaths, a person was squeezed out of the crowd at the door, with a food container in his hand.

Sanjiangshui looked over here, over there, put the food container in front of the steps, said “very murderous”, and quickly wiped the soles of his feet.

The disciples around Ma Sanchao winked, and Xu Heng walked over to open the food box.

There was a bowl of soup, still hot and misty.

“It’s not easy to catch a snake in the twelfth lunar month. I came from Guangdong all the way and didn’t bring any gifts. I made a special dish to make up for Mr. Ma. Try it and see if it’s the same as the one I had three years ago. smell.”

After listening to Lin Yue’s words, Ma San suddenly reacted.

After Gong Baosen had eaten the snake soup at the Jinlou banquet, people soon disappeared. He still remembered that Lin Yue was also bringing food to the table.

Lin Yue handed the leather glove to Gong Er, Wang Ma San coldly said, “Now I am qualified to help Mr. Gong clean the door on behalf of Mr. Ding?”

Ma San didn’t know what to say.

His apprentices suddenly realized that this is the relationship between Mr. Lin and Eight Trigrams Elder.

It’s a bit weird to talk about mentoring and apprenticeship. Say it’s not a master and apprentice. There is a real way to pass on art. Although it’s not martial arts, it’s cooking. The key is that this relationship is too strong and you can’t find it out. This is disgusting.

Lin Yue saw Ma San constantly change his face: “Why? Afraid?”

“afraid?”

Ma San rolled up his sleeves and stepped down the low rank ladder.

“I have never been afraid of anyone in Ma San’s life. Last time you occupied the advantage of favorable location and people in Jinlou. Today I want to see if you have learned something, dare to come to my three provinces to show off.”

While speaking, he put on the starting position of Xingyiquan.

Lin Yue withdrew slightly with one foot, his swing moves were a bit weird, right hand fist, left palm, not the way of Wing Chun.

Ma San frowned, but didn’t say anything, his eyes sank, and he strode out his fist.

Lin Yue’s gaze was slightly tilted, and his body slightly let go. When the fist approached his body, his elbow knocked down.

The horse hits the air three times.

At this moment, he suddenly turned around and pushed out with a single gesture.

The palm wind howls, the momentum is like a rainbow.

Ma San’s expression did not change, and his other hand moved up, using his arm to block the palm of the pat towards the face door, and at the same time, he withdrew with force and swept with his foot.

Xingyiquan, swallow shape, flying feet.

Lin Yue didn’t evade, kicked his horse in a lunge, stood up and resisted.

The eyes of Ma San’s apprentices lit up.

Speaking of the understanding of the two martial arts of the palace family, the President Ma, who has been immersed in this way for 30 years, can be compared to the South Barbarian who was halfway through.