Three days later.

Fengtian Association.

The Japanese and Manchukuo flags were flying in the yard, and the branches of the weeping willows were covered with snow.

"drink!"

With a loud roar, a black shadow flew up from the courtyard door and fell heavily into the newly cleaned courtyard.

Wow~

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

This is the Fengtian Association, and Ma San is the leader of the martial arts community in the three eastern provinces. Who dares to come here to cause trouble? Don’t want to live anymore?

"Where's Ma San? Tell Ma San to come out!"

Lao Jiang walked into the yard and looked at the people blocking the door of the main house without fear.

"Why are you here again?"

Standing in the front row was Ma San's second apprentice Xu Heng, looking at Lao Jiang with disdain. Two days ago, this man and the second lady of the Gong family came to the Xiehe Conference to cause trouble, but his master retorted him away with a few words. Unexpectedly, a few days later, he would

Here we go again, is it possible that you still think the joke is not big enough and the Gong family is not embarrassed enough?

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

The woman is wearing a fur coat and has an expressionless face.

The man wears a top hat, windbreaker and a pair of leather gloves, and he seems not to be afraid of the cold wind coming from the north.

Behind the two of them were Xu Heng's junior brothers. They just kept a distance and surrounded them, but no one dared to make a move.

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

This was said to Gong Er, but Xu Heng's eyes were always on Lin Yue.

Of course the second lady of the Gong family understood it, otherwise she wouldn't have left so easily last time, but this time... the difference is the man standing next to Gong Er.

Except for Lao Jiang, all the relatives in the Gong family were opposed to her seeking revenge on Ma San. Now that there was an additional man, they dared to seek revenge again? It was really 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 made his words very clear. I have given in to you again and again, just because I want to save some face for your Gong family.

But I never thought...you are determined to destroy the sign that the old man earned during his lifetime."

Gong Er said calmly: "Ma San, the person who wants to settle accounts with you today is not me."

These words made Ma San's disciples all stunned. It wasn't her who was looking for trouble. Who was that? Old Jiang? Or...

Huh~

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

"It's you!"

The moment he saw Lin Yue, Ma San's expression changed. How could he forget the man in front of him.

It was this man who defeated him at the Golden Tower in Foshan. Gong Baosen trained him like a dog for this matter, and even kicked him out of Foshan after that.

He was the one who held hands with the old man at the retreat ceremony in the north, and it was Lin who held hands at the retreat ceremony in the south.

Formally speaking, the two should indeed be competitors.

But... competitors are competitors, Gong Er is not qualified to take back the things belonging to the Gong family, and Lin Yue is naturally even less qualified. Who doesn't know that he is the successor of Wing Chun and studied under Liang Bi, the son of Liang Zan.

"Junior sister, are you kidding?"

"Ma San, you think that by colluding with the old people in the family, the Gong family is not qualified to collect debts from you. Unfortunately, you missed one person."

"Who did I miss?"

Gong Er said: "You missed my father's senior brother Ding Lianshan."

The mustache on Ma San's face moved a few times: "Ding Lianshan? Isn't he dead?"

For more than thirty years, Ding Lianshan never returned to the Northeast, and there was no trace of his deeds in the world. People in the Xingyi Sect and Bagua Sect thought he was dead.

"Uncle Master is not dead." Gong Er said: "Don't you know, in 1936 at Jinlou in Foshan, when you had a fierce fight with the Southern Boxer, many people couldn't find my father. In fact, he went to see Uncle Master.

.”

Ma San's face turned ugly, not only because Gong Er's words brought back that unpleasant memory, but also because he realized that things seemed to be out of his control.

"So, you are saying that...the master is coming back?"

Gong Er said: "Master didn't come back, but his apprentice came back."

Ma San shifted his gaze to Lin Yue's face: "You mean him?"

Gong Er didn't speak.

Not speaking is the default.

Xu Heng and others all looked at Lin Yue.

"Some people say that the main point of Xingyi Quan is to advance at the slightest step and never stop at the slightest step. Some people say that the main point of Xingyi Quan is to chase the wind and the moon without letting go. I don't know which view Mr. Ma agrees with more."

Ma San laughed, then laughed angrily. A guy who was trying to play women's boxing actually came to discuss with him the essence of the masculine and powerful Xingyiquan.

"Mr. Lin, if Mr. Liang knew that you deceived your master and killed your ancestors and turned to your uncle, I wonder what Jiuquan would think."

Lin Yue said: "Who told you that I learned Xingyiquan from Mr. Ding?"

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

Snap, snap, snap~

The sound is not loud, but very clear.

After a few breaths, a man squeezed out from the crowd surrounding the door, holding a food box in his hand.

Sanjiang Shui looked here and there, put the food box in front of the steps, said, "What a murderous spirit," and hurriedly wiped the soles of his feet with oil and ran away.

Ma San winked at the disciple next to him, and Xu Heng walked over and opened the food box.

There is a bowl of soup inside, which is still hot and steamy.

"It's not easy to catch a snake in the twelfth lunar month. I came all the way from Guangdong and didn't bring any gifts. I'm going to cook a specialty dish for Mr. Ma to replenish his health. Try it and see if it's the same as what I had three years ago.

smell."

After listening to Lin Yue's words, Ma San reacted immediately.

At the Jinlou banquet that year, Gong Baosen finished eating the snake soup and soon disappeared. He still remembered that it was Lin Yue who brought the food to the table.

Lin Yue handed the leather gloves to Gong Er, and Wang Ma San said coldly: "Am I qualified to help Mr. Gong clean up the house on behalf of Mr. Ding now?"

Ma San didn't know what to say.

His disciples suddenly realized that Mr. Lin had such a relationship with the great elder of the Xingyi Bagua Sect.

It's a bit weird to say master and apprentice. It's actually a transfer of skills, although it's not martial arts, it's cooking. The key is that this kind of relationship is so strong that you can't find fault with it, which is very disgusting.

Lin Yue saw Ma San's face changing constantly: "What? Are you scared?"

"Afraid?"

Ma San rolled up his sleeves and stepped down the stairs.

"I, Ma San, have never been afraid of anyone in my life. Last time in Jinlou, you had the advantage of the right location and people. Today I want to see what else you have learned and how dare you come to my three eastern provinces to show off your power."

As he spoke, he showed the starting position of Xingyiquan.

Lin Yue stepped back slightly with one foot, and his moves were a bit weird. The right hand fist and the left palm were not Wing Chun's moves.

Ma San frowned, but didn't say anything. His eyes darkened, and he stepped forward and punched out with a punch.

Lin Yue's eyes squinted slightly, his body gave way slightly, and when the punch came close to his body, he knocked his elbow down.

The horse hits the air three times.

At this time, he suddenly turned around and pushed out with one move.

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

Ma San's expression did not change, and he raised his other hand up, using his arm to block the palm that was hitting his face. At the same time, he used his strength to retreat and sweep his feet.

Xingyiquan, Yan shape, step up and fly your feet.

Lin Yue refused to evade, took a lunge and started to mount his horse, and raised his elbow to resist.

puff.

After his leg was blocked, Ma San took a big step back with a puzzled look on his face.

He has not forced out Lin Yue's Wing Chun, and his opponent's fighting style is completely different from the ever-changing one at the Jinlou Banquet. He has actually started to take a tough path. Even the Xingyi Quan, which is famous for its power and strength, cannot suppress it. .

At this time, Lin Yue turned slightly sideways, changed his footwork, and waved to him: "Warm-up is complete, come again."

Ma San's expression changed again when he saw his posture, he shouted loudly, and punched straight in with both hands.

Eight postures, the green dragon comes out of the water.
To be continued...