Outside Beiping City, on the southwest path.

"Hey, Dieyi, I asked you to stop hanging around here, I'm almost dizzy from your eyes!"

Duan Xiaolou sat on the carriage and held his head in his hands, feeling so worried that he didn't sleep all night.

Several women were sitting on the carriage, looking towards the road out of the city from time to time, with a bit of confusion about the future in their eyes. These people had spent half their lives trying to live, and they had never thought of leaving far away. What's more, this

Once you leave, you may not know when you will come back, and you may die outside.

Destiny is uncertain, wandering and helpless.

When Cheng Dieyi saw that the sky was slowly getting brighter and Su Qing could not be seen, his face darkened. He walked to Duan Xiaolou and groped around his waist.

"Oh, no, what's wrong with you?"

"Did Senior Brother give you a box gun last night? Give it to me and I'll go rescue him!"

There was determination in his tone.

Duan Xiaolou moved his hand.

"Can you please stop making trouble? This gun only has a few bullets. It is used to protect the lives of these people in the car. Please stay here and take care of yourself!"

While he was talking, he glanced at the sky.

"Wait a while, if Xiaoqing doesn't come back...hey...let go...do you want to do this with me..."

Taking advantage of Duan Xiaolou's turning his head, Cheng Dieyi suddenly grabbed Duan Xiaolou's ear.

"Give me the gun!"

"Hey, I can tell you, don't even think about it!"

"Will you give it or not?"

"Will you let go?"

I saw that these two people who had been brothers for many years were fighting together in front of several women and children. They were just like rogues on the street, fighting in a ball on the ground, and in the blink of an eye they were disgraced.

The child was frightened and cried for a while.

"Haha... Hey, I asked you two, what are you doing? Beat, beat hard, this guy hasn't come back yet, but you have put on a show like this, it's best to beat him to death, then let's put all the things in the car away

Take it, shoot it in two pieces, and let each go back to his home!"

A sneer from the carriage made the two of them stop.

The woman who spoke was the woman redeemed by Duan Xiaolou, her name was Juxian. She was leaning forward and looking at them coldly.

"I'm not ashamed in front of women and children. If you two continue to fight, I won't accompany you, lest I die on the road and not even be buried!"

"Boss Rensu, let's just go to the meeting alone. Look at you!" She looked back at the women and children in the car, her smile faded, sadness flashed in her eyes, and then she smiled again: "I advise you not to go either, we are here

I just drive back, eat and sleep, and pretend that nothing happened. With this little effort, maybe I can make some money, which is better than watching two idiots fight here!"

Except for the cry of the child, everyone was silent for a while.

suddenly.

"Stop it!"

Duan Xiaolou shouted loudly, startling everyone.

He climbed up from the ground, sullenly took out a box gun from his waist, and raised his face.

"Look, everyone, here we have Zhao Zilong coming in and out seven times - bang!"

Before he finished speaking, as soon as he pressed the bolt according to Su Qing's instructions, he heard a gunshot and Duan Xiaolou fell to the ground.

Something went wrong!

This shocked everyone, Juxian stopped being sarcastic, turned pale, and hurriedly got out of the car. Cheng Dieyi even shivered, and when he came back to his senses, he exclaimed "Master brother"

He jumped over as fast as he could.

"Look where it hit!"

Several people hurriedly turned Duan Xiaolou over and looked back and forth several times.

"Hey, didn't you say that the person you hit was just a hole? Why is there no blood?"

Cheng Dieyi looked nervous and her tone was trembling.

But Juxian clapped his hands and stood up, with lingering fear on his face, and then kicked Duan Xiaolou angrily.

"Okay, don't act crazy on the ground, it's embarrassing!"

It didn't hit at all.

Duan Xiaolou himself was also in shock. He lay on the ground with a numb expression. Then he looked at the others and grinned suddenly, murmuring: "This sound is also loud, it scares your grandpa!"

That's all it takes.

"No, I said, which song are you singing in?"

Several people suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind them.

When I looked back, I was pleasantly surprised.

Behind the carriage, he saw a man covered in blood, holding a sword and a package on his back. He was panting and staring at them. Su Qing was so angry. When he heard the gunshot, he thought something had happened to a few people, so he just carried a

The breath came over me so hard that my lungs almost exploded.

"Brother!"

Cheng Dieyi was stunned, then hugged Su Qing's legs and cried loudly. The crying was heartbreaking. "Wow... I thought you wouldn't come back..."

Duan Xiaolou also shed tears and giggled.

"You're back!"

Su Qing sighed and helped the two of them.

"Okay, I'll change my clothes first, and we'll go directly to Changxindian to catch the train!"

Then he looked back absently in the direction of Beiping City, and said that once it flew away like lightning, ten years passed by like a cloud of smoke, but the song ended and everyone dispersed.

After putting on a suit, Su Qing raised his whip and shouted:

"Let's go!"

The two cars drove away.

…

Since Chen Jitang came to power in 1929, all industries in Guangzhou have prospered and reached a golden age.

Among them, Foshan, Guangdong must be mentioned. Since the "Northern Boxing Spread to the South", a large number of northern boxing schools have poured in. Although the "Guangdong and Guangxi Guoshu Museum" only existed for a few months, it also allowed all the northern masters to take root in Guangdong.

Especially in Foshan, there are martial arts schools all over the place, which can be said to be a hundred flowers blooming, competing for wonder and beauty.

It's a pity that the North and the South are divided into the North and the South, and the North and the South are indifferent to each other. This has been true since ancient times. It is common for them to compete with each other. In addition, the world is chaotic and various gangs emerge in endlessly. If there are interests, there will naturally be disputes. If there is a dispute, there will be winners and losers.

Winning or losing is naturally based on kung fu, horizontally and vertically, the winner remains standing and the loser falls down, this is right and wrong.

Therefore, regardless of how amazing the guns and cannons are, using fists is a distinction between high and low, but once a gun is used, it violates a taboo in the world. It is a small thing for oneself to be embarrassed, but it is a big thing for the master to be embarrassed. Therefore, martial arts have their own reasons for fighting.

It's a set of rules that cannot be broken,

Those military masters rarely interfered. In a word, what they are fighting for is face. Isn't there a saying that "beating someone is a grudge, and hitting someone in the face is a mortal enmity." For warriors, a person's life is just one breath, and fighting for it is

It's just a matter of face, which is more important than life.

What's more, when a national crisis is looming, you might be trying to figure out what's going on with your gun in the holster. You might not even be able to open your eyes again if you close your eyes at night.

At Fourth Master Yuan's house, he didn't use his gun because he wanted to see Su Qing's sword dancing skills. He had to sacrifice so many lives to put on a show, and in the end even his own life was involved.

It was probably early autumn, and on that day, two carriages drove into the city, covered with dust.

But the man driving the car attracted passers-by's attention.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is more beautiful than the most popular girl in the golden building, but she is still a man, what a ghost.

Su Qing took a quick look and saw that there were many martial arts schools on both sides of the long street. Many masters were leading their apprentices to perform martial arts and shout.

Among Southern Boxing, the "Five Boxing and Thirteen Schools" are the most popular.

The five punches refer to Hong, Liu, Cai, Li, Mo, hard bridge, hard horse, and short punch.

Su Qing took the time to light a cigarette, thinking that it was really not easy. First, she took the train from Changxindian to Hankou, then transferred to Wuchang and reached the border of Hunan, and finally drove to Shaoguan and entered Guangdong.

There were many twists and turns on the road. There are still tribulations these days. It took a lot of effort. Fortunately, there were no dangers and we finally arrived.

What I saw in front of me was just two words: lively and crowded.

He turned around and shouted:

"arrive!"
Chapter completed!