There was a cold rain.

When the sudden cold wind hit them, people realized belatedly that it was already the beginning of winter, and everyone hurriedly put on their coats to beat the cold air.

Outside the golden building, the pool of blood shed yesterday had been washed away at some point, the floor had been replaced with a new one, the pillars had been repainted, and the broken objects seemed to have never been broken and were still there.

The three aunts and the six aunts, the girls still greeted everyone with smiles. They sang when they should, played the piano when they should, and the big teapots drank wine, as if nothing had happened.

In this world, what people are best at is forgetting.

The only difference is that there are a few more coffins buried on some barren mountain or hill.

In addition, Su Qing changed from an "actor" who was famous in Beijing to a "Master Su" known to everyone in the martial arts.

Fame and fortune are two things. Some people climb mountains step by step, but he climbs to the sky step by step. His own martial arts are already extraordinary, and with the help of the "Xingyi Sect", he can be said to be soaring up, soaring into the sky, and out of control.

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The front foot had just returned home, and the back foot had almost crossed the threshold by giving gifts and money. There were even people who wanted to become apprentices, but Su Qing turned them away.

If you owe a favor, you may have to pay it back with your life. He has no worries about food and drink, and has a lot of savings, so how can he be confused? Besides, these people are not those who appreciate you and appreciate you.

What people look at is the Xingyi Sect behind him and the power in the northern martial arts world.

Now that some things were cleared, he didn't want to have anything to do with them, so as not to have to worry about them again and again, which would be troublesome.

The status is different, and the treatment is also different.

"Master Su, please come upstairs!"

He has entered this golden building five times in total. Except for today and the day before yesterday when he set foot here due to Xiao Qing's death, he spent the other three days either killing people or preparing to kill people.

Today is because Gong Baosen is retiring.

The one who made the decision yesterday was the Xingyi Sect, and the one who made the decision today is the "Jingwu Association", and the one who helped was a boxer from the south. When someone quits, someone will naturally step forward, and the legacy will never be extinguished. This is also something passed down from our ancestors.

, Gong Baosen wanted to "spread Southern Quan to the North", but unfortunately he was old and had sectarian opinions, so the success or failure ultimately fell on the southerners themselves, so he wanted to give his reputation to others before retiring.

Su Qing didn't want to come, but she thought that this should also be the end of Gong Baosen's life. There was a beginning and an end, and he was afraid that he would never see him again. In addition, he got the name of the north, and he was emotional and reasonable, so he had to be a witness.

Who would have thought that in a blink of an eye, Gong Hou would become his uncle, but things are really unpredictable.

He changed into a light blue gown this time, with gold and white brocade embroidered on the cuffs. He put his hands behind his back, rubbed the ring on his thumb, and walked slowly upstairs. Without the evil aura and sternness of yesterday, he looks like today

Soft, with a coldness between the brows, the beautiful face of Qihua Saixue fell under the dim yellow lampshade, glowing with a halo, like a jade statue wrapped in clothes.

It was Ip Man who teamed up with Mr. Gong.

Ever since the Xingyi Sect and Bagua Sect emerged yesterday, all those southern warriors who were eager to try and make their mark have stopped.

Ip Man was left. His family had a big business. In order to safeguard the family business and protect the interests of Pedri's tenants, he had many disputes with local gangs in the past. Naturally, they would fight each other.

Those who dare to stand out, are powerful, have good conduct, and have great skills will naturally be selected.

Su Qing was sitting at the end of the aisle on the second floor, next to the guardrail. When he raised his eyes and looked down, he saw that everyone in the southern martial arts community had serious expressions, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The north and the south are in harmony with each other, a phenomenon that has existed since ancient times.

Since Ye Wen wants to carry the flag of the South, this matter is related to the reputation of the South Wulin. Just be afraid, if the flag cannot be carried and it falls to the ground, then it will be a joke.

Yesterday, those who were sitting upstairs watching were martial arts masters from the south. Today, they were replaced by masters from various religions in the north. Everyone was watching calmly.

Next to Su Qing was a square table.

"This is Xiaoqing's thing. I took care of it and thought about it and gave it to you!"

The person who served him tea was the woman who had taken care of Xiaoqing before. Her name was Hongling. She was a prostitute with curly perm and red lips, and she had her own charm.

There was a wrapped zither and a vermilion jewelry box with a peony flower carved on the lid.

Su Qing sighed.

The box contained the girl's savings over the years, silver coins, jewelry, and even the three small yellow croakers he had given earlier, which were carefully kept in handkerchiefs.

"What's this?"

He reached out and took out the most common red thread, which looked like a bracelet, with a bunch of bells attached to it, some big and some small, as big as a dragon's eye, as small as a pea, about twenty or so, and he picked up Dingding.

The ringing sound is very sweet, like a girl's laughter.

"This was left to her by her mother. Every year she wears a bell. This year there are exactly twenty-one!"

Hong Ling said beside her, looking sad.

Su Qing's eyes flashed, she put away the bell, and said: "Okay, you can use the rest to redeem yourself. Staying in this world is not a long-term thing. Let's change our way of life in the future!"

The woman was stunned for a moment, looked at Su Qing with some confusion, and said, "Thank you!"

Su Qing raised her eyes and met the woman's gaze. She was silent for a while before shaking her head. "In this life, whenever you go through this world, you will always owe something. It's best if you can pay it off. I'm most afraid.

The only ones are those who are still unclear!"

The woman said nothing more, but took a deep look at the man sitting with hands in front of her. She put away the jewelry box in silence and went downstairs with her zither on her back. After that day, Su Qing never saw her again in Foshan.

"Coming!"

Suddenly I heard a cry from downstairs.

Su Qing held the bell and glanced down.

This time, it was Ip Man who went upstairs.

Yesterday, the old man in the palace used the old ape seal to look back, but everyone was astonished by his skill, and he is getting stronger with age, living up to his reputation in the past.

Zhuyu was in front, which was a bit different from Su Qing's memory. Most of the people in the hall were cheering and cheering, and dared to push forward to guide the way. No one, everyone watched Ye Wen go upstairs.

This can be regarded as a grand gathering of martial arts. The old and new forces hand over, the forces from the north and the south are brought together, and giants from all sides gather here to take a photo. Maybe decades later, this will be a witness to history.

Through the glass, Su Qing closed her eyes and listened to the words in the room, while the masters from the north and the south watched nervously.

"There are many talented people in our history. I am lucky enough to meet Mr. Ye. Today is my last battle. How about we compare ideas instead of martial arts?"

Gong Baosen showed no trace of fatigue from yesterday's fierce battle. He was full of energy and spoke loudly.

Ye Wen smiled and said: "Everyone who comes to the door is a guest, so the host will do as he pleases!"

In this way, Mr. Gong told a secret. He sighed, his eyes moved slightly, he took a piece of cake from the table, looked back at the crowd, and said in a deep voice: "That year the Chinese Warriors Association was established, from the south

A man came with a piece of cake in his hand. Without saying much, he asked my senior brother Li Cunyi to break it. My senior brother did not say anything and even made him the first president of the Samurai Association!"

After a pause, he glanced at everyone, and his eyes fell on Ip Wen. When their eyes met, he said again: "What he relies on is not martial arts, but a word. Fist has north and south, does the state have north and south?"

"This gentleman is also from Foshan. His name is Ye Yunbiao. He is an outstanding person!"

At this point, everyone understood it.

This article mainly talks about magnanimity and mind.

Otherwise, we will be no different from those people of yesterday. They are short-sighted, intolerant of others, narrow-minded, and unable to achieve great things.

"I didn't expect that more than twenty years later, I would meet another Mr. Ye. I would like to ask in the words of a senior, Mr. Ye, can you break this piece of cake in my hand?"

As Gong Baosen spoke, he stared at Ye Wen with heavy eyes and raised the piece of cake in his hand.

Let’s also talk about the skill in hand.

Su Qing slowly opened her eyes and glanced at the two people standing opposite each other in the room.

This is a competition, a battle between warriors, but the distance between the feet and the roundness of the sky and the distance between the hands and feet are all above the hands and feet. Just like yesterday, Li San's cloud hand and Tai Chi energy could not break the heaven and earth in the old man's heart, so this cake cannot be broken.

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In the martial arts world in the south, most people's expressions have changed slightly. Ip Man has never met a high mountain, and now he cannot be called a master. A master does not only refer to martial arts, but a person's thoughts, virtues, and even mind are indispensable.

But Su Qing stood up.

In yesterday's battle, Gong Baosen suffered a huge loss of energy and blood. He had been recuperating for many years. If he exploded, his reputation would probably be lost.

Not far away, Gong Ruomei's cold and pretty face looked a little more lonely now, as if she had seen something inside, and the knuckles clenched by a pair of slender fingers turned white.

Lao Jiang's eyes showed murderous intent, and he looked nervously, as if he had regarded Ye Wen as the enemy who destroyed the family. The monkey on his shoulder seemed to be affected, and he also bared his teeth and screamed strangely. It is said that he used to be an executioner and was taken in by the Gong family.

, I don’t know how many people’s heads have been chopped off with that knife, and it has been hidden in the sheath. Unfortunately, the knife can be hidden, but the murderous intention cannot be hidden.

"Master Su, what are you doing?"

Seeing Su Qing leaving midway, some people still couldn't understand.

Shaking the bell in her hand, Su Qing waved her hand casually.

"Congratulate Ye Wen for me!"

This is when I entered the Golden Tower and then left the Golden Tower.

Wait until we get back to the noodle shop.

Su Qing wiped her sleeves and cleared away the leftovers on the table. Shang Yunxiang was sitting in the corner holding a bowl and eating noodles at some point when she saw him come back.

"I know you have such a temper that you can't sit still!"

Su Qing smiled.

"Life is so tiring, and everyone has to put on an act. Why?"

Shang Yunxiang wiped his mouth.
To be continued...